A/N okay so this is my first Harry Potter fan fiction. It probably sucks, wait scratch that, it definitely does. Features a very AU Harry and an AU past. At the beginning Harry is 15, do the maths yourself. Please forgive my demented imagination. R&R, pweeese!

Summary: Harry falls of his broom (again) and lands rather heavily on the ground, there's only one catch, he's no longer in the same time!

A/N (again) Harry's thoughts are in italics.

"I hate Monday's" groaned Ronald Weasly, he's head in his hands.

Hermione Granger shot him a scornful look, and went back to reading. Harry didn't say anything; he was also reading a book, much to Ron's disgust and Hermione's joy.

Harry was still small for his age; he had a suspicion that, if not for his fame, he would constantly be being mistaken for a third year. His black hair was as messy as ever and his brilliant emerald eyes still shone with joy and love, despite the horrors he had witnessed. He had spent most of last year in what he referred to as 'Daily Torture Class with The Greasy Hook Nosed Git" and most other people called "Necessary Magical Training". Hermione had nearly died of jealously when he had told her, Ron had nearly died of laughing.

"HA SUCK, stuck with Snape for an hour every day"

"Really Ron! Harry, you are so lucky, think of all the things you'll be learning"

"Yep, Mione, I'm sure he'll take great pleasure in teaching me to block Crucio, while he's shooting it at me!"

Amazingly Harry had learnt fast and well, much to Snape's horror. He was now taking 7th year classes and thrashing everyone in them.

Today however was no ordinary day of "7th year thrashing classes". Today was the annual "Hogwarts Olympics".

Oh YAY! Thought Harry with great sarcasm.

The golden trio wandered outside along with the rest of the school, to find that the whole of the front lawns (including the lake) had been turned in a giant events ring. There were 20 different activities, from flying to muggle shooting with guns. "Disgusting, this place is disintegrating daily" sneered Malfoy. "Like your brain Malfoy" muttered Harry.

Harry signed up for Dodge the Hex. A game which involved one person on a broom and a line of people firing hexes at them. Not surprisingly there was a long que of Slytherins waiting. Hermione. Ron, all of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and nearly all of the teachers (apart from, of course Snape) all told him not to enter. But, well, since when did Harry listen to other people.

Harry mounted his broom and kicked off, the timer was started and the hexes were thrown. Not a single one had hit him, and none of them would have, if it hadn't been for Malfoy. Actually it was never proved to be Malfoy, but who else would know that kind of spell. The words came out of the crowd and stealthy followed Harry, without his wand Harry could do nothing to get rid of them. The spell touched him gently, almost a kiss. Harry went limp and slid of his broom. The crowd gasped and as one started to move forward in the hope of catching him. Maybe they would have, but you will never know. Because Harry Potter, The Saviour Of The Wizarding World, never touched the ground, several feet from it he simply dissolved in a wash of white light. And all was left was the gently whispered words

"exanimus dudum perago"

A/N soooo love it hate. Tell me!

The translation for the last spell is lifeless, time, travel. It's simply the steps of the spell.

I know understand why authors have trouble writing such long chapters, I thought this one was okay, till I saw it on the website.

Ja Ashita