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A/n- I edited the chapters so I could post this on fictionalley, but the mods are being overly difficult about my spelling and grammar. I read this three times! Arg! ~*~
Chapter 1
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Harry was glad to be going back to Hogwarts. He was sitting on the bright red Hogwarts Express, taking advantage of being able to use magic again. Hermione had found a really interesting charm over the summer, and Harry, Ron and Hermione were going to try it out.
Hermione was explaining the charm to her two students. "It's really quiet amazing, you see," she started, "The /congelsmel/ charm stops time. Toy could move through time while it is stopped! Imagine, being able to stop time! It would be a wonderful aid against Voldemort, Harry!" Ron gave a small gasp, but Hermione ignored it.
Hermione had started to accept the idea of Harry's dangerous situation over the summer, and had taken it upon herself to make sure Harry was prepared to face Voldemort, although Harry severely doubted that knowing how to identify a jarvey would help defeat the Dark Lord.
After several more minutes explaining the theories of the charm, Hermione and her pupils began to practice it. To Hermione's delight, and Ron's extreme anger, Hermione had managed to perfect the charm, and she had taken the opportunity of frozen time to hide all of Ron's Chuddley Cannon posters in Harry's trunk. Harry had not completed the charm, which angered him, and finding several orange posters shoved into his trunk only added to his rage.
Then, as if he had a sensor that could detect ill feelings, Malfoy and his thugs came into their compartment. The three Slytherins seemed to have the same look on their faces as when Harry had last seen them, strewn on the floor of their compartment, covered in jinxes and curses.
"So," Draco started with his regular drawl. "I see that you have managed to last the summer. How did it feel? Always watching your back, knowing someone wants to kill you?"
"Oh, come off it," Harry shooed. "I have been in danger my whole life, but it's very nice of you to think of me, Malfoy" Harry said with a mock smile on his face.
"I only wanted to know because I do not think you'll be around much longer. The Dark Lord..." Draco was stopped by the putrid smell of a dungbomb. Silently, Harry thanked Fred and George for setting off one to commemorate the beginning of school. But for the twins, any occasion was worthy of setting off a dungbomb.
Harry muttered under his breath about Draco, "there he goes to smell" but, unfortunately, he said /peragrosemel/ and Harry's wand, which was raised to attack Malfoy, sent Harry into oblivion.
Harry felt a strange sensation, reminiscent of a portkey, but only for a second. Suddenly, Harry felt like he was falling! Finally, he stopped, not on one of the best surfaces, but on a hard wooden floor. The floor of the Hogwarts Express. Harry looked up expecting to see Ron and Hermione, but instead he saw a different face; a slightly familiar face.
The blue eyes were blazing angrily, and his black hair was neatly combed to the side of his head. Harry looked up at the boy. "Who are you?" he demanded.
The boy gave him a short once-over, and said, "I'm Tom Riddle. Who are you?"
Peragrosemel= travel time in Latin
Congelsmel= freeze time in Latin
A/n- I edited the chapters so I could post this on fictionalley, but the mods are being overly difficult about my spelling and grammar. I read this three times! Arg! ~*~
Chapter 1
~*~
Harry was glad to be going back to Hogwarts. He was sitting on the bright red Hogwarts Express, taking advantage of being able to use magic again. Hermione had found a really interesting charm over the summer, and Harry, Ron and Hermione were going to try it out.
Hermione was explaining the charm to her two students. "It's really quiet amazing, you see," she started, "The /congelsmel/ charm stops time. Toy could move through time while it is stopped! Imagine, being able to stop time! It would be a wonderful aid against Voldemort, Harry!" Ron gave a small gasp, but Hermione ignored it.
Hermione had started to accept the idea of Harry's dangerous situation over the summer, and had taken it upon herself to make sure Harry was prepared to face Voldemort, although Harry severely doubted that knowing how to identify a jarvey would help defeat the Dark Lord.
After several more minutes explaining the theories of the charm, Hermione and her pupils began to practice it. To Hermione's delight, and Ron's extreme anger, Hermione had managed to perfect the charm, and she had taken the opportunity of frozen time to hide all of Ron's Chuddley Cannon posters in Harry's trunk. Harry had not completed the charm, which angered him, and finding several orange posters shoved into his trunk only added to his rage.
Then, as if he had a sensor that could detect ill feelings, Malfoy and his thugs came into their compartment. The three Slytherins seemed to have the same look on their faces as when Harry had last seen them, strewn on the floor of their compartment, covered in jinxes and curses.
"So," Draco started with his regular drawl. "I see that you have managed to last the summer. How did it feel? Always watching your back, knowing someone wants to kill you?"
"Oh, come off it," Harry shooed. "I have been in danger my whole life, but it's very nice of you to think of me, Malfoy" Harry said with a mock smile on his face.
"I only wanted to know because I do not think you'll be around much longer. The Dark Lord..." Draco was stopped by the putrid smell of a dungbomb. Silently, Harry thanked Fred and George for setting off one to commemorate the beginning of school. But for the twins, any occasion was worthy of setting off a dungbomb.
Harry muttered under his breath about Draco, "there he goes to smell" but, unfortunately, he said /peragrosemel/ and Harry's wand, which was raised to attack Malfoy, sent Harry into oblivion.
Harry felt a strange sensation, reminiscent of a portkey, but only for a second. Suddenly, Harry felt like he was falling! Finally, he stopped, not on one of the best surfaces, but on a hard wooden floor. The floor of the Hogwarts Express. Harry looked up expecting to see Ron and Hermione, but instead he saw a different face; a slightly familiar face.
The blue eyes were blazing angrily, and his black hair was neatly combed to the side of his head. Harry looked up at the boy. "Who are you?" he demanded.
The boy gave him a short once-over, and said, "I'm Tom Riddle. Who are you?"
Peragrosemel= travel time in Latin
Congelsmel= freeze time in Latin