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A/N: My brothers got ahold of the document and changed the name from Xander to Lucky. It is XANDER!!!!! I must thank a well written review to the fact that they had managed to do this.
Sixteen-year-old Harry Potter watched as his friend, Ron Weasley carefully dripped a few drops on the muggle bubble bath ball in his hand. If it weren't for the fact that Ron had just leave the room he would have been okay. Sighing in irritation Harry dropped the fizzling ball onto his desk and sat down completely bored. Even Twilight, the little black kitten that he received as a birthday gift didn't cheer him up indeed; it only reminded him of his owl's death.
Harry quickly stood up, an idea forming into his head. Pulling out his wand he quickly cast a Feather Light charm and a Shrinking charm on his trunk before he pocketed it. With Twilight at his feet he slipped out of the Burrow and into the surrounding woods.
Dumbledore looked back at the ground beneath the tree and gasped. Lying on the ground, in tattered, ripped rags that had seen better days hung off the body that was attempting to get up. The person managed that task and dug into his pocket, pulling out his wand.
"Lumos." The soft baritone voice muttered. Holding his wand up to the side of his face the figure gazed at Dumbledore, who gasped. The boy was maybe sixteen years old, with piercing eyes that were dark emerald eyes and black hair that billowed in the strong wind, away from his forehead to reveal a lighting bolt scar. But that wasn't what shocked the headmaster.
What shocked the headmaster was the gaunt face that was practically covered in blood and soot. The light the wand gave off was just enough for the old man to see that his body was thin and lean, nothing but muscle and bone. Said body was bent and broken and bruised, but stood tall and long, ready for anything that the old man could throw at him.
"Who are you?" Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eyes leaving them as he drew his wand. The boys eyes widened and he muttered something that sounded like 'headmaster' before he fell to the ground.
Dumbledore leapt into action, conjuring the boy onto a magical stretcher. Practically running back to the castle, the boy floating along in front of him.
Harry Potter woke up in a place he dreaded. It was perhaps, in a way, worse than Tom's inner chambers, not the best place to be on a good day. Maybe it was the kind and stern nurse, Poppy Pomfrey, on second thought; it could have been the horrible and foul potions that he had had to down on more than one occasion. But that was just him.
With a sigh Harry sat up and automatically decided that if he ever did that with out asking again he would spend his holidays thinking of ways to seduce the potions professor. That was rally not the line of thinking he wanted to go down, considering he had a soft spot for one ex- teacher. There was really no need to go off and try to sleep with that man. Or even think about it.
A cleared throat made him look to his side. There, sitting in an overstuffed chair, was Albus Dumbledore, professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now, usually seeing the Headmaster was enough to make him feel safe. But then again this Albus Dumbledore was different than the one that he was used to. Maybe it was because there was a hard look in his eyes and he looked rather irritated. Or maybe it was the fact that he was about twenty years younger than the last time that he had seen him.
"Professor, you're not going to understand this, but what year is it?" Harry asked. He had already learned that he was in trouble; the headmaster had been killed in the final battle. Of course, that was just him. But then there was the fact that earlier that day he had had to visit Ollivander's again. Everything always seemed to happen to him.
Harry's face grew dark as he remembered watching his uncle throw his wand into the fire his first day back from school. A trip to Diagon Ally and a spell cast by Lupin himself made sure he had a wand, but also the added advantage of the fact that it would only work for him and his soulmate. Not that he would ever find his soulmate, even with Voldemorts death. (Tom for the one in the past and Voldie for the one in the future). It seemed that a rare poison had found its way to into the mans food. Harry knew for a fact that it had been one of Neville Longbottoms messed up potions, he had been the one to put it there with a complex charm that he had found in a certain book. But that hadn't stopped those damned Gut Eaters from attacking the platform, in which school had been suspended for a following two weeks.
"The year is 1977 young man. And may I ask your name?" Dumbledore said his feature softening at the young mans horrified expression.
"You're not going to believe it. No one ever believes stuff like this from me anymore, something about having broken all the school rules and several laws." Harry muttered darkly before raising his voice. "Harry Potter sir, I am James and Lily Potter's son. As you might be able to tell, I am from the future."
Dead silence met this bold and apparently truthful statement. While Dumbledore was trying to get over his apparent shock Harry looked around and grabbed his wristwatch from the bedside table and glanced around. A slight smirk etched itself across his features when he saw the bed that would have a sign placed above it, but that was twenty years in the future. The sign was completely done for humor and had been a joke. Of course the Weasley twins had made it impossible to remove. Now there was a sign above this exact bed, in the future of course, that said 'Property of one Harry Potter; Boy-Who-Lived'.
"Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore intoned. Harry turned and raised an eyebrow. "How did you get here?"
"Well sir, I was at my best friend s house. And he had a muggle bubble bath ball. So while I was holding it Ron poured a few drops of a potion combination of Dreamless Sleep and Polyjuice onto it. Then his mum yelled for him and he left the room. I put the ball on the desk, shrunk my trunk and walked out." Harry said. It was an explanation, one he was sure would get him stuck here for a while, but you couldn't have everything.
"How did you get all bloody Mr. Potter?"
"Well, those scum Death Eaters attacked the platform and me and my group of friends defended. School was suspended for two week after we won. I hadn't yet gone to see the Medi-witch yet when Ron pulled me upstairs to try the experiment."
"Well Mr. Potter, I believe that we have no choice but to let you attend school here. Changes will be made, I suppose that we will have to change your appearance and name as well." Dumbledore muttered as he raised his wand.
Usually Harry had better sense, or at least a common conception that the headmaster would never hurt him intentionally. But after the death of his godfather and the first week at the Dursleys he had been stuck with several people in a room were time was slowed to the point were one day inside of it was about one minute outside of it. In that time he had become a highly skilled wizard, mastering Occlumency and had become an illegal Animagi, though he had figured that he would be marched wand point to the registration desk after he got back to school. In his training he had also had several crash courses in potions, charms, and DADA, and if you considered a few random spells and lectures, transfiguration.
Being in the same room that long with Mad-eye, one of his instructors had taught him to draw his wand first and ask later. At the moment, Albus Dumbledore was finding himself staring down 12 ¾ of ebony and holly with a core of dog fur, werewolf blood, and a single phoenix tail feather. Realizing what he was doing Harry quickly lowered his wand.
"Sorry sir, it's a reaction." Harry said as he ducked his head. The headmaster nodded his understanding and cast the appearance changing spell.
"You will look like this until the password of your choosing. I believe that you should also go by the name of Xander Sanchez. And no buts." Dumbledore added as an after thought.
"I suppose that I really don't have a choice do I?" Harry, or rather Xander asked.
"No." Dumbledore replied.
"Will I still be in Gryffindor?" 'Xander' asked. That was another thing that he had learned, always be ahead of the game plan.
"Yes, I suppose so, since your robes seemed to be baring the Gryffindor symbol. We unshrunk your trunk and placed all of your belongings on top of it." Dumbledore said before he stood up and walked out of the room, contemplating his new student.
Xander sighed as he quickly glanced around before leaping out of the bed, dressing with amazing speed so as to avoid the School Nurse. Grabbing his gold wrist watch and the pair of wire framed sunglasses. From the looks of the calendar he still had three days before the other students were to arrive. The poor teachers.
I made a 98 on my History Final. How do you know? And why did you have to rewrite this thing? Because Mr. B likes my older brother. And I rewrote it becuse my younger brothers are evil. Be nice Leon. OH, Lyon's in trouble. Shut up. Review please.