Harry Potter and the Time Keeper
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K Rowling's characters or plot ideas. Those that have not been mentioned before, are simply those of my imagination. I do not intend any copyright infringements and do not aim to make profit on her original ideas.
The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry's hand was still raised in farewell.
"He'll be alright," murmured Ginny.
Suddenly, all before Harry disappeared in a flash of white light. The young man convulsed, gasping for air as searing pain lashed through his body. Sweat broke out on his forehead as the pain struck him again, forcing Harry to his knees, his back arched. Instinctively, his hand moved towards the source of the pain, a small lightning scar etched on his forehead, outlining its shape with trembling fingertips. The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years, and yet, at that instance, it crippled him. It was only the light pressure of Ginny Potter's palm on her husband's shaking hands that brought Harry to a state of awareness.
Forcing himself to focus, Harry took in the scene around him; his green eye's meeting those of his wife, just inches from his face. Tears brimmed her lower lids, and Harry knew that she understood the little control either of them had over what would happen next. He let himself hold her gaze for a moment, an apology, before tearing himself from her arms. Harry surveyed the scene momentarily, his gaze shifting from the frightened looks of Lily and Hugo, to Hermione and Ron's identical masks of horror, to the concerned looks of other parents farewelling their children, completely unaware of the monumental effect Harry's proceeding actions would have on them. Finally, they came to rest on a pale, slender figure dressed smartly in black that stood across the platform. Draco Malfoy's face was twisted in a combination of absolute fear and anguish, one arm gripping the forearm of the other very tightly. Giving Harry a curt nod, he turned to the concerned expression of his wife, his lips moving at a rapid pace as he whispered an explanation, his pupils darting around the room so much so, that they became a blur.
Knowing what would happen, Harry charged through the unsuspecting crowed, sending the many clusters of parents flying in their attempts to dodge him. Thrusting one hand into the inner pocket of his long trench coat, the man extracted a large section of silvery material; the invisibility cloak. As he rounded a corner, drawing closer to where Malfoy stood, Harry threw it over his shoulders, causing it to billow out behind him. For a moment, Harry briefly imagined the curious thoughts of those watching him, as a man with legs, but no abdomen skidded across the freshly mopped floors of platform 9 ¾. Only metres away, Harry lunged at the former Death Eater as he turned on the spot, falling towards the quickly becoming nothingness. Latching onto the edge of his suit, Harry felt the familiar sensation of suffocation, as darkness engulfed him.