Chains Of Lightning
By EternityWaits4U
Summery: Harry Potter makes a desperate wish one night before he goes to bed. The next morning he wakes up and findes himself 8 years into the past. Changing his name and appearance is just on of the changes in Harry's life. Can Harry continue on? Can he wait 8 years until time catches up with itself? Can he also deal with the powers he'd somehow developed during the tavel to the past? Honks.
Chapter One: The Beginning
Harry moaned and felt himself being picked up off of a cold stone floor. He opened his eyes slightly but shut them again quickly against a glare of bright light. He moaned and slowly picked up his hands to rub his eyes. He let them open again, this time inch by inch adjusting to the light. Whoever was carrying him was wearing a plan grey cloak with the hood up. Harry would have tried to fight him away but he simply could bring up the energy to do it. He felt completely drained. The edges of his vision, that were all ready blurred, began to turn dark and close in on him. The man in the grey cloak hardly felt in when Harry went limp in his arms.
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Harry woke up a few hours later to a very confusing world. Appearently he had somehow managed to end up 8 years in the past and in the Department of Mysteries. The worst part was, there was no way for Harry to return to his own time. With the help of the Unspeakable who'd been looking after him they created a cover story for Harry after he allowed the Unspeakable to know who he really was. Harry told the man about his megamorphmagus abilities and he agreed that they would be extreamly useful.
When Jaysin, the Unspeakable, was done he left Harry to his thoughts. And a book. Entitled Creating A New Life. Appearently it was made for people like him. Time travelers with no way home.
Harry now had a new name, look, and identity which went something like this. Looking through the book he found a chapter on names and their meanings.
He chose the name Tanner Sirus Riddle Dimari. He found that he'd rather liked the sound of Tanner Dimari. And he threw Riddle in, to remind himself that no matter what, he still had a prophesy to appease. Fucking prophesy. Caused him nothing but trouble. Harry was also finding that there was something nagging him at the back of his head. Something that he ought to remember but was just out of reach, teasing him. Harry put it out of his mind. No use worrying.
Harry used his megamorphus abilities to change his look slightly. He kept his height still a bit short for his age, but naturally he looked wirey and well built. He kept his pale complexion as well. All he really changed was his hair and eyes. He changed his hair to a very dark brown and spiked it, with the tips dyed light brown. His eyes he turned into a bright gold and gave them a slightly narrowed and exotic look.
Harry had been given to Jaysin, as his responsibility. Jaysin had already left, to prepair a more perminant room for him in the Leaky Cauldron. Harry slipped into a faded pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt he had been lent from Jay. Lost in his thoughts he didn't see the black haired unspeakable leaning on the door frame.
"Well, they definatly fit better then those rags you showed up in." Harry whipped around at the voice, wand already drawn and a spell on his lips. Seeing it was just Jay, he put his wand back into his pocket and pulled on a pair of worn white sneakers.
"Nice draw." Jay commented. Harry blushed and mumbled. "Would have been nice if you'd knocked." Jay shrugged and sat down on the bed beside Harry. "But that's no fun." He said grinning impishly at Harry. The boy in question rolled his eyes and asked Jay to conjour a mirror. "My pleasure." The Unspeakable said and with a swish of his wand a mirror appeared in front of Harry.
Harry ignored the unspeakable and checked his reflection in the mirror. The t-shirt was a little bit, but Harry could deal, and besides the pants were the best fitting ones he's ever worn. He checked his forhead and saw no sign of a scar. He pulled at on of his spikes and made a face. The colours immediatly began to change. To a medium brown with blond tipped spikes. Harry studied his eyes and decided that he loved their new shape and colour. Also, another upside of being a megamorphus was that he didn't need glasses anymore. He turned around and pulled up his shirt, wincing.
Amoung the mess of white scars he could just barely pick out that cursed lightning bolt shaped one. Satisfied Harry let his shirt drop back into place. No matter what he did, he simply couldn't seem to morph away the scars. Oh well, one can't have everthing they want.
"Ready to go?" He asked Jay. The man stood and stretched. "Yup. You wanna go already?"
"Sure, if your ready now..." Harry rolled his eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Alright, alright already. What? You'd think you were my mother!" Jay pulled up the hood on his cloak. "Follow me."
Harry followed Jay out of the Department of Mysteries in his own black cloak, but with the hood down. They ran into a few of other ministry worker. But were generally given a wide bearth. No one wanted to mess with the mysterious Unspeakable. People fear what they do not understand. And no one understood the Department Of Mysteries. And that's the way the Unspeakables liked it.
Jay led Harry to the fireplace in the Entrance Hall. "You do know how to use the floo right?" He said, smirking.
Harry glared at his guardian and took some of the floo. "You know your really starting to annoy me." Jay gave a small bow. 'I aim to please. Now hurry up." Harry stepped into the fire and yelled out "THE LEAKY CAULDRON!"
Harry stumbled out of the fireplace on the other side and collapsed in a heep. 'Oh god..' he thought. 'How I hate! Floo.' He voiced the last part out loud and heard a rather peeved voice from under him declaire "I'm sure you do. Now please get OFF!" Harry blushed quickly realizing he had landed on top of someone. "Oh shit...er are you alright?" He asked as he offered his hand to help the person up. To his horror, the person turned out to be a very pretty witch about his age.
She took his offered hand and pulled herself up. Dusting off her pants, she turned her bright purple eyes on him and rolled her eyes. "I nearly get squished to death and he askes if I'm alright!" She placed her hands on her hips disapprovingly but there was a quirk at the edge of her lips. "Didn't your mother teach you better? I..." She would have continued on her mocking rant when the fireplace turned green and a black cloaked figure stepped out gracefully. "You took your sweet time getting here." Harry mumbled. Jaysin chuckled quietly from beneath his hood.
"I'm sure you were alright, you already seemed to have made a new friend?" He turned his head towards the girl who was now blushing lightly , taking a real look at the young man she had been ranting at. Jaysin looked back at Harry and said "I approve. Very pretty one there Tanner." "Jaysin!" Harry growled warningly.
Harry turned back to the girl and held out his hand. "I'm really very sorry about landing on you. I seem to have an inablilty to land gracefully when using the floo. I assure you, your not the first one I've crashed into." He really hoped she'd forgive him, you just don't go around crashing into girls everywhere you go. The girl swept a few strands of dark brown hair out of her eyes, and took his hand. "Forgiven. I'm a bit of a clutz myself." She grinned at him "You can call me Tonks."
"Tanner." Harry retuned grinning. He jerked a thumb at Jaysin. "I also appoligize for his behavior." Jaysin sighed from underneath his hood and looked at his watch. "Tanner, come one. We have to get you into your room before I have to go. Which is in 5 minutes." Harry nodded at Tonks and smiled. "See you around?" he asked. She nodded. "Sure." As Harry left, he saw a tall woman with black hair and grey eyes come up behind Tonks. "Nymphorada honey, where have you been."
He was just in the range to hear a faint "MOM!" in outrage. He chuckled and followed Jaysin to the bar and find Tom. 'She was a pretty nice girl...wait a minute.' Harry thought. 'Tonks? And...didn't her mom call her Nymphorada...OH SHIT!'
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Nymphorada Tonks sat down on her bed. She looked around her room. It was simply decorated in wild colours. Clothes lay around, strewn all over the floor. She sighed as she fumed silently. 'I hate it when mum calls me Nymphorada. Especially with that guy in hearing range...' Tonks thoughts drfted to the strange person who had landed on her just as she'd been walked by the fireplace. To tell the truth she had tripped over a hearth stone and landed flat on her stomic when the guy had shown up and tripped over her, landing on top.
She'd been so made at him she had barely looked at who she'd been yelling at. When that other man in the black hood had stepped
back , she'd taken a double take. Her eyes had drifted back over to the boy, Tanner, who she'd been half ranting at half teasing. She had felt the blush come crepping up her neck and totally forgotten that she was a metamorphus. He was really cute...
Tonks couldn't help but feel that she ought to appoligize to the guy herself, for laying in front of the fireplace and tripping him. But...how? She didn't even really know who he was, just his name. Tanner. Weird name, oh well. Sighing Tonks put him out of her mind and pulled on her pajama's. It didn't matter anyway. She'd probably never see him again anyway...
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Okay, so this story isn't going to totally revolve around Harry and Tonks. But it will be a pretty bit factor. I'm trying to make this story a kind of Angst, Comedy, Romance, Action. If you say that Harry is acting way out of character don't worry. Sirius just died a month ago, Harry just got sent back in time. He's warmed up to Jaysin, but for the most part he is hiding behind a mask and his sarcasm. Why Harry is in the past will also get explained but not for a bit yet.
If it's obvious why he'd there then please excuse me. I am in denyal that my story might be totally predictable. But I assure you, I hope not. Forgive me if I use idea's from other stories but I liked the ideas and thought they needed to be twisted a bit.
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