Chapter 1 Turn Back Time

Rating - T

(A/N: This Fan-Fic is set before the 'Half-Blood Prince' book)
(N.B. Some of the things in this Fan-Fic (e.g. Shop Names) have been made up)

It was a typical school outing for Harry, Ron and Hermione in Hogsmeade. Harry was mooching around Zonkos, Ron was in Honeydukes, feasting his eyes upon the sugar-filled Owls Eggs while Hermione was spending ages in Wandwall's Bookshop, looking for Autobiographies to read. The weather was appalling, but Harry didn't care. He wanted to come and have fun with his friends and nothing could spoil that. Even rain would not spoil his day...

Two hours after they had arrived, Harry had already lost Ron and Hermione. They had promised to meet outside the old broken bench on the alleyway of Zonkos, but both parties had failed to turn up. Harry put his only shopping bag down on the bench and perched on the end of the bench, trying not to break the bench even more. The rain started to beat down on Harry's head, which felt like someone was playing a drum inside his head. Thud, thud, thud, th-th-thud, thud. Harry ignored this, smoothing his jet-black hair down as if the rain was hair gel. 'They will come soon' Harry thought 'Just give them time' After 35 minutes, Harry grew weary of waiting. He kicked a stone out of his way, disappointed by the lack of punctuality his friends had, although Hermione was usually always on time. Harry stormed out of the alleyway and walked off into a different direction. Harry had high hopes that he could relax and forget about the events that had happened, but now he was alone with his thoughts, and that scared him even more. His personal demons were haunting him about Sirius. 'Could I have done something? Should I have stopped Sirius before it was too late? Am I responsible?'

Harry's eyes watered. Sirius was the little piece of his parents that he had left, but now even he was gone. Everyone around Harry seemed to die. 'Am I an omen? Do I bring on death?' Harry though to himself. He thought about the people who had died. Sirius. Cedric. James. Lily. As he walked, he noticed he was venturing into a different part of Hogsmeade. He didn't care. He guessed that Hermione and Ron would be looking for him right now. 'Ha!' Thought Harry 'Let them look. I waited in the cold rain for them and they could not even bother'. Harry stopped. He looked around him. The clouds looked vengeful, grey and displeasing. Around him, the cobbles of Hogsmeade had vanished and now he was standing on sandy earth, which was now wet because of the rain. Thorny bushes seemed to surround him and the path seemed to go on forever. Harry didn't realise how far he had walked. It must have walking for at least half an hour. 'Where am I?' Harry muttered to himself ' What have I got myself into?'. Harry sat down on a sandy knoll. He scratched his head, thinking about how he would get back. Harry took a gobstopper from his bag and chewed furiously. He emptied his pocket, looking for a tissue. In the depths of his coat pocket, he found a small black container. It was fairly big. He jigged the container up and down to hear what was in it. He opened it and saw a powdery substance. 'Ah! Floo Powder!' Harry realised that he always used to take a supply of Floo Powder out with him where ever he went. 'I must have forgotten it. I could use the Powder to get back to Hogsmeade. But where can I use it?' Harry looked around, searching for an answer. He noticed some abandoned shops. Maybe they had a fireplace? Harry looked at his watch. 5:30 pm. 'No!' Harry thought 'They will be leaving for Hogwarts now!'.

Harry ran as fast as he could down the sandy track, not looking where he was going. Faster. FASTER. Harry suddenly tripped and fell down to the ground with a thud. Harry opened his eyes and sat up. He winced as he touched his grazed arm and brushed the sand off him. He looked for his glasses, which he had no idea where they were. He patted the ground, hoping for them to be close by. He got up off the ground and walked around. He finally found his glasses among some weeds in the ground. He picked up the glasses and adjusted them on his nose. He took a good look around his surroundings. He was in the area with the abandoned shops. Shops that were once part of the glory that is Hogsmeade, but like time, they have faded away into the background. There were 4 shops on each row, all with dark shady bricks and broken windows. One of the shops, Harry made out to be a small candy shop (which was most likely to have been outdone by Honeydukes) and the other, a small bakery. One of the shops at the end of the right row, was a curious structure, almost crooked. It had a sign hanging above which had been weathered away. A chimney was hanging weirdly from the roof. 'I'll try this shop' Harry mumered. He walked slowly into the show and admired what it once was. He kicked the rusty door to try to get it open. It opened with an almighty oomph and Harry stared at the cobweb-ridden walls. The shop counter was worm-eaten and rotten. The wooden floor creaked as Harry walked on it. At the end of the room was a good condition marble fireplace. Harry walked towards it. The fireplace was just big enough for Harry to walk into. He opened the small container that had the Floo Powder. There was enough powder for two trips. Harry grabbed a fist-full and closed his eyes. He thought of Hermione and Ron searching for him at Hogwarts. 'HOGWARTS' Harry shouted and with that, he vanished from the fireplace.

Harry arrived with a thud into a fireplace. He brushed himself off and looked around. Yes, it was Hogwarts. In all its glory. He had arrived in the Gryffindor Common Room, but it felt odd, like something was wrong. Harry shrugged this feeling off and walked out to find Ron and Hermione. A group of First Years entered the Common Room. Harry stared at them. They didn't look like the normal First Years. One of the students had a punky hairstyle. The other was talking about a Muggle song artist called 'Cyndi Lauper'. He looked out of the Common Room door and saw Dumbledore. His usually long, wispy, white beard was short and not so white. 'This isn't right' Harry whispered. The layout of the Common Room had changed and he didn't recognise the many Gryffindors in the room. Harry walked out of the Common Room and pushed passed several Second Years. He walked onto the Moving Staircases just in mid-change. "Oh, great. Just what I need!" Harry moaned. The staircase came to a halt and Harry opened a strange brown door. It leads him to a dark corridor, which Harry had never come across in all his time at Hogwarts. He walked through staring at all the photos on the wall. Quidditch Teams. Harry didn't even recognise who was even in the Gryffindor team. He suddenly tripped over a cardboard box. Harry groaned as he sat up, nursing a bumped head. He stared at the cardboard box. It had someone's name on it.

'Property of Burton Creech'

The cardboard box was brimming full of books and other items. Harry opened the box fully and looked inside. There were tons of school books belonging to Burton Creech. He opened up Burton's Defense Against The Dark Arts book. He flicked through the pages. "God, what a smart boff…" Harry muttered to himself. He rummaged through the piles of books and he suddenly came across a photo. He picked it up. It was a photo of a group of friends. Harry looked closer at the photo. There were 6 people in the photo. 3 girls and 3 boys. They were all sitting down on what looked like, the grounds of Hogwarts. They were all smiling. In the middle, there was a brunette girl with striking hazel eyes. She had a very distinguishable pretty face. A boy with black hair and green eyes had his arms wrapped around her. A girl with jet-black hair was sitting next to the brunette. She was holding hands with the brunette girl. Next to her, was a tall blonde boy kneeling. He had his arm around the dark haired girl. On the far right, was a redhead girl standing up. On the far left, was a brunette boy, looking proud. It looked like a perfect friendship group. Harry smiled at the photo. It was ideal. He turned the photo over to see what was on the back. Small spirally writing was on the back, listing some names.

(From Left) Burton Creech, Dominic Tyler, Luella Quinton, Maggie Lewis, Robert Harrison, Olivia Moore Burton stood out from the others. He looked smart and very proud of himself. Harry stuffed the photo in his pocket to show Ron and Hermione. He looked deep down inside the box. There was a small teddy bear, some quills and ink. Harry dug further down. He felt something long poke into his hand. He pulled the thing out and looked at it. Harry stared in disbelief. "A wand!" he shouted out. Harry got to the end of the box and found a letter to a woman called 'Petravix'. Curious, Harry opened the letter:

My Dear Mistress Petra,

It is nearly time, my love. I have organised them to come with me on June 13th at midnight. Then your time of glory will reign. You will be the almighty rule of all, my mistress. Our day will come and you will rise from the ashes and smite the unruly, the unclean rats that crawl through society. The lowlifes that used to snigger at my expense will crumble under your reign. It is nearly complete, mistress. 'Till then, June 13th will be the day that people will not forget.

Humbly yours,

Burton x

Harry's eyes widened as he read the letter. "What happened?" he exclaimed to himself. He also folded the letter up and put it safely in his pocket, next to the photo. He was going to find out who Burton Creech was and find out what happened on June 13th, which Burton mentioned in the letter. Who was Petravix? Harry had to find out.

Harry noticed a fireplace at the end of the corridor. Harry walked down to the fireplace, confused by how he got here and what he had just seen. 'it must have been a Portal' thought Harry. He reached the giant fireplace and stood in it. He grabbed his Floo Powder and thought about Ron and Hermione, looking for him. He closed his eyes.
"HOGWARTS" he shouted.

Harry landed with a thump in the Real Gryiffindor Common Room. Ron and Hermione were both standing over him. "Harry, where have you been?" asked Hermione.

END OF CHAPTER 1

A/N I hope you liked my first ever Harry Potter story. Reviews are welcome! I'd like to thank my friend Tamara for getting me into the whole Fanfic thing J Grace xxx