Harry Potter and the Time Travel Globe

Authoress's note: Please understand that some of the facts are not possible in the real time from the books. Assume that they are in a parallel universe.

Harry Potter and the Time Travel Globe

Chapter 5

The Awakening

Far away, in the farthest corner of the Earth, where the jungles grew lush, there lived a great many animals. The monkeys, the tigers, the crocodiles…

The jungle was full of noisy chatter, as the monkeys swung from tree to tree. But there was one place that not even the bravest of animals dared to go.

That place was right at the end of the jungle, where the light never shined, where the water never ran.

Nothing grew there. Not even grass.

But one day, there came a earth-shattering roar. The animals fled. They knew that the great beast was awake once more.

A crack appeared in the ground. Barely a centimetre wide. But it widened quickly, and a figure burst out of the ground. A figure at least 30 metres long and 10 metres tall.

Its scales, once a bright red and green, now dulled by the years gone by as it lay asleep. Layers and layers of earth that had piled on it as it lay sleeping had given it a cramp. It stretched its wings out full-length and beat it a few times, experimentally.

It flew up into the sky, so huge that it practically blotted out the sun.

It circled a few times, then headed to the north-east.

Far, far away, in another country altogether, a tall, thin, man with a lipless mouth smiled unpleasantly as he rubbed his hands together.

"At last," he whispered. "At last. Revenge is mine."

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Back at Hogwarts, Harry Potter jerked awake from his sleep. He was sweating horribly, his heart thudding in his mouth.

I had a bad dream, that's all, he reassured himself. Nothing to worry about.

But his scar was hurting terribly. And usually when it hurt, it meant that Voldermort was nearby. And when Voldermort was nearby, well, he usually want to kill Harry.

Anyway, his dream wasn't even about someone killing him. Just about a…… dragon, yes, that was it. A dragon flying. And a man. He couldn't remember the man's face, but he assumed it couldn't be Voldermort.

Harry shrugged. He supposed that his dreams were probably influenced by the thought of Hagrid's dragon, Norman.

He lay back down to sleep, and within moments, was in dreamland.

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"Harry, wake up!"

Harry shook his head groggily. He picked up his glasses and looked at his watch.

"Reggie (New Quidditch captain)! For goodness sake! It's 5.30 in the morning! Are you mad?" he groaned.

"C'mon, get dressed. You're our most valuable player and we have to get in shape. Go on, I'll meet you at the field in ten minutes." Reggie said before slipping out of the door.

Harry pulled on his Quidditch robes. As he picked up his Firebolt, he glanced at Ron's sleeping form. His heart was full of envy as he thought of the wet field as compared to his warm bed.

He slipped out of tower.

"Where are you going, dear?" the Fat Lady asked sleepily.

"Quidditch practice," Harry called over his shoulder as he headed off down the corridor.

Harry went out the great doors. The rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team members were already waiting at the edge of the field.

He sat down on the damp grass, pulling his Quidditch robes closer around himself, shivering in the morning air.

"Hi, Harry!" Reggie beamed down at him. "Hope you're up to some Quidditch practice today. As I was telling the rest, we simply have to in the cup this year. I've worked out a strategy, all you have to do is keep by it. Now, look at these cards here. Thomas (Beater) will be positioned here, Mike (Beater) here…………"

Harry yawned and looked around. Thomas was slumped on Mike's shoulder, a little trail of dribble inching its way down his chin.

Verna, the Keeper, was blinking her eyes hard, desperately trying to stay awake. She looked like she hadn't had a good night's sleep in ages.

Ben and Dan, the two twins who were both equally serious about Quidditch, were listening attentively. They were both fantastic players, and were of great value to the team.

Harry yawned again. He picked up a pebble absent-mindedly and tossed it in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. A movement caught his eye. He squinted at the Forbidden Forest and could just make out the shape of a large figure. The figure was so huge that Harry couldn't tell where its body ended in the darkness of the forest.

"Listen up!" Reggie's voice cut through the air sharply.

Harry hurriedly pretended to be listening. Thomas jerked upright and Verna stared resolutely at the cards.

When he was sure that Reggie was once again engrossed in the cards, Harry peered at the Forbidden Forest again. The figure was gone.

The lecture lasted another half an hour. By then the sky was a rosy pink from the rising sun.

"Now we'll have some practice. Up, everyone," Reggie commanded. When all of them were in position, she let the four Quidditch balls out of box in which they were kept.

As Harry zoomed in and out of the other members, trying to get a sight of the golden Snitch, he spotted two people walking into the Quidditch field.

"Hey! Harry!" One of the figures waved and shouted. "Come down a moment!"

Harry swooped down. It was Ron and Hermione.

"What do you want?" he asked.

Hermione replied. "Professor Ralone wants to see you."

"Yeah, maybe he wants a signed photo, huh?" Ron said grinning.

Harry flushed. "Look," he began. "I don't— "

Suddenly there came a scream. "Harry look out!"

Harry spun around and had just enough time to blink before something hit him on his head hard.

He crumpled onto the ground, and the last thing he heard was someone screaming for a Madam Momfrey or something. He wondered that that was, before he slid into darkness.