Two Lives
Chapter 1
Harry sat in his room, board out of his mind. His aunt and uncle had left him alone since the order's threat which had been over two weeks ago. Even his cousin had stopped tormenting him and that was something he really didn't like. He was grieving and felt lost not being told what to do. When he was young they ignored him and when he was older they used him as there house elf. Now they were back to ignoring him again. He hated that because when he was ignored he felt like he didn't exist; he wanted nothing more than for his uncle to start ranting and raving. He felt like he was trapped in his cupboard once again.
He was getting fed, through the cat flap and let out for toilet times. Apart from that, he was ignored. He didn't think his life could be any shittier than it was, his aunt always looking at him in disdain. He wondered why? Why was she like that with him? He didn't understand. He was not his mother just like he was not his father as she and Snape seemed to think! The whole thing was ridiculous, he was beginning to hate Dumbledore with a passion, and he was the one that left him here for dead, 'Dumbledore would not have realized if they had killed me when I was one till I was eleven years old!' was all he could think.
First Cedric, now Sirius. He didn't think he could take much more of this. Harry hated Voldemort with a passion! He just wished he could give himself a better life, with parents. That thought made him smile, the thought of Dumbledore never hiring the bug eyed grim reaper. If that hadn't happened then Voldemort would never have gotten the prophecy and would never have gone after Harry. Harry would have lived a life with his parents, if only a time turner could take you back years. He would do it within minutes. Those wistful thoughts were all Harry could think. He was not stupid enough as to think that anything like that could ever happen to him.
If only he had not gone to the department of Mysteries, if only Dumbledore had fucking given him the reason why he was learning! If only Snape had bloody told him how to close his mind! If only Dumbledore had used someone who didn't have a grudge on a dead man's son! If only was all Harry could think.
He was so bored that he had his homework complete. He had done it four days after getting back, that was how board he was. He liked potions, but hated the teacher. He liked history of magic, but hated the teacher because he was boring. All Harry wanted was a family and a life where he was not famous Harry Potter! Anything was better than this!
As he thought that, a shooting star flew over head before disappearing. Harry had no idea what he had just done. He was magical, as were stars and that was a bad combination. As the saying goes 'better watch what you wish for' and he was going to watch after what happened.
Harry fell unconscious onto his bed, never realizing what he had done. Magic cracked, causing the wards of Privet drive to collapse and time started to spin, like a time turner. Dumbledore started de-aging, and many people began coming back alive and all. No one remembered what happened in the future. In fact, no one knew that someone had changed the time. They continued their lives, unaware.
With a thump Harry landed in someone else's body, but the strange thing was it felt as if it were his own body he was sitting in. he didn't realize what happened, but he felt faint all of a sudden.
He then passed out, knocking his head on the floor hard, his memories floating into oblivion for him to not remember. To not remember his identity.
And memories that were not his came spilling in, over whelming his mind. However Harry was not aware that his memories were not his because he had just hit the floor and gotten himself amnesia. Memories came flashing into his mind… Being born and his family life growing up. He was never aware he had gone from a crap life to an even worse one.
His soul was not in his body, so he essentially was not Harry Potter any more, he was another person. Eventually he will have the memories of Harry Potter, and the memories of someone who was now dead to the world. She had retreated into herself; she had not been strong enough to handle what was happening to her. Yes, her. Harry Potter had been thrown into a woman's body. The question was whose body was it?