Sorry if this deceived you as if I already updated my story but I figured that since my chapters are so short that I would combine them to just make them one long one. Cuz when I read stories i really like the long ones that take me days to finish and I dont like when the chapters are short so I combined all mine to make something that I like. Sorry if you disagree but thats they way its gonna be from now on. Ill try to make them as long as possible :)
so disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter, hes all Rowling's
Five year old Harry sat playing in the sandbox at school. It was lunch time, but he didn't have anything to eat as Dudley had taken and eaten all his food before they even left the house. Dudley's treatment of Harry had been similar to this all through the year, so Harry was prepared for it. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Harry put his hand in his pocket and took out a bruised, green apple.
As he bit into it, satisfying the hunger pains in his stomach, he relaxed and leaned against the inside of the slide. He wasn't supposed to be sitting there. All the children in kindergarten were supposed to sit at the lunch tables until everyone was finished eating. Harry had sneaked over to the slide while the playground teachers were looking the other way. He didn't want the other children to tease him again over not having a lunch. He received enough ridicule at home from Dudley.
Just as he was finishing the apple he had stolen from his aunt that morning, he heard the sound of footsteps coming to the top of the slide. All the children were done eating. Harry slid down the slide to avoid being crushed by the masses of children hurriedly sliding down the slide. When he reached the bottom, there stood Dudley with his friends by his side.
Harry took off running. He knew what they were going to do to him. They would wrestle him to the ground, kick him a few times; then when they got too winded, being the huge tubs of lard that they are, they would pick him up and throw him in the dumpster. At which point he would have to wait until the janitors took out the trash at the end of lunch to let him out, making him late for class for the hundredth time.
So this time he ran. He ran towards the school buildings to his classroom. But as he was rounding the corner to the classroom, Dudley and his crew caught up to him. They threw him to the ground just as he knew they would, and proceeded to kick and throw him in the dumpster.
As he sat there he wished he were somewhere else. He wished he had somewhere to call home. He wished he still had a mother and a father who loved him and cherished him. He wished there was someone in this world who would take care of him instead of not feeding him and stuffing him in a cupboard under the stairs.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. It wouldn't be until another twenty minutes that he would be let out of this dumpster. A lone tear escaped his eye as he sat there wishing for someone to take him away from Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.
Just as he opened his eyes, something fell next to him. It shined gold, even though it was pitch dark in the dumpster. Curious, Harry slowly picked up the object. It had a long gold chain and a pendant hanging on it. The pendant was shaped in an hourglass and had a bit of sand in it that seemed to sparkle. On the top of the hourglass where it hung on the chain, there was a little knob.
Wondering what it did, Harry began twisting it. When nothing happened, he grew disappointed. He put the strange necklace around his neck and began to twist it some more, closed his eyes again, and began waiting for the janitor to come open the dumpster for him.
I hope it's Bob, he thought anxiously, Helga always gets mad at me for being in here. She thinks I do it on purpose. Like I want to be in here.
Slowly the hourglass in his hands began to glow brighter and brighter as Harry twisted the knob on the top. Lazily he opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he could see around him. Confused he looked down at his hands.
Uh oh, he thought frantically. What is going on?
But it was too late. The light from the hourglass had been steadily growing brighter until Harry had to close his eyes. There was one more flash of light and then nothing.
Harry tentatively opened his eyes. What he saw surprised him to say the least. He was sitting on a massive grass field with a very large house sitting in front of him. It was brown with white shutter windows spread about through the three floors. there was a wide porch with a white wood railing going around the whole house.
Harry immediately loved it. He wished he could live there with his parents.
He watched as two boys with black hair ran out of the house and to the swing set that was to his left about two hundred yards away. He ran behind a tree and watched them. He wondered if they would want to play with him. But as he watched there seemed to be something off about the swing set. The boys seemed to be able to go unusually high in their swings. Harry wondered if it was some super special swing set that his school couldn't afford. He had never seen anything like it.
The two young boys soon stopped swinging on the set and started a game of tag. They ran around the grass yelling and laughing at each other. But as they got close to the place where Harry was hiding, one of them saw him.
"Hey," he yelled." What are you doing in my backyard? I don't know who you are."
"My name's Harry," he said quietly, though he must have heard him because the boy replied, "Why are you here in my backyard? I didn't know anyone besides Sirius here was coming to my house." he gestured to the boy beside him. They looked at him with curious expressions on their faces.
"I don't know why I'm here. I was at my school and then I found this necklace and it started glowing. Then I opened my eyes and I was here." Harry blurted out. He really was starting to get scared that something bad had happened.
They stared at him for a minute, then at each other, then back at Harry. The boy named Sirius lunged forward, grabbed his hand and started dragging him to wards the house. "Well you should come talk to James's mum. She's the best. She'll get everything sorted out for you."
A loud bang caught her attention just as she was settling down to drink her tea and read the Daily Prophet. She jumped up in alarm, but to her relief, the noise had been brought by James and Sirius storming through the back door.
"Now boys, how many times have I told you not to slam the doors in the house?" she asked wearily.
"But mum, this is important! We have someone to meet you. His name is Harry," James shouted in excitement.
Diane turned around to see the two boys walking through the kitchen door, another trailing slightly behind. He looked eerily similar to James, but Diane had never seen him before. She knew that her husbands siblings did not have any children, and her sister had a daughter, so he couldn't be part of their family.
'Where did he come from?' she wondered curiously.
"Mrs. Potter? Harry said that he was in a dumpster, whatever that is anyway, and then he found this thing, its around around his neck now, it had sand in it and it was glowing and there flash of light and then he was in your backyard," Sirius rushed out in typical five year old manner. He turned to James and continued, "Do you think that necklace thing is magic, Jamie? I do. It's so sparkly and shiny. How could it not be magic?"
"Of course it's magic, Siri. Everything is magic," James replied.
Diane turned to Harry and said,"Well Harry, it would seem that your necklace there really is magic. May is see it for a moment?"
Harry hesitantly took off the necklace. He stared at it for a moment, then put it into her outstretched hand.
"Thank-you Harry."
Diane looked at it. She had never seen anything like it before. But the way that Sirius described how Harry got there certainly sounded as if he had sent himself back in time. She only hoped it wasn't too far to be able to return him.
She gave the necklace back to Harry and said, "You keep this Harry. You might need it again someday. But for now why don't you go play outside with James and Sirius while we wait for James's father to return from work. It will only be a couple hours, but I'm sure you'll have lots of fun with them."
"C'mon Harry. You can play tag with us!" James and Sirius grabbed his hands and pulled him outside to wards the swing set.
It wasn't until the cold September wind swept across his forehead and revealed his scar, that James and Sirius saw it.
"Say Harry, what's that scar on your head from?" asked James when the three of them reached the swing set.
Harry looked down at his hands. He hated when people asked him this question. Usually he would make something up to avoid telling them the truth about his parents. But James and Sirius were looking at him so kindly and curiously, as if they genuinely wanted to know just for the sake of knowing. Everyone else that asked just wanted to tease him after he told them. James and Sirius didn't look like they wanted to make fun of him.
So Harry took a deep breath and said softly, "It's from when my parents died. I was only one. They got in a car accident."
Sirius took a step closer to Harry and lifted up his bangs. He stared at Harry's scar for a few seconds and then made a noise in the back of his throat and said, "Well I think it's wicked, Harry. It's in the shape of a lighting bolt. I wish I had a cool scar like yours."
Harry smiled. No one had ever said that they like his scar before. He had always liked it, but was ashamed because so many people made fun of him for it.
Sirius continued, "But I'm sorry for you're parents Harry. My parents aren't around anymore either. They disowned me last year. I live with James here now. Maybe you could live with the Potter's too. D'you think your mum and dad would let him James?"
"Yea why not? We should ask them when my dad gets home from his job at the Ministry. He's the head of the Auror department you know," James bragged.
Harry stared at him. What was the Auror Department, he wondered. And what was it they were talking about in the kitchen earlier? Magic wasn't real. His aunt told him so just a few days ago. Or maybe it was? That would explain why the necklace thing glowed and sent him to James's backyard and why his mum had looked at the necklace so strangely. And he definitely wouldn't mind living with James and Sirius. They seemed so fun. And they actually liked me! His mum was really nice to. Maybe if my mum had lived she would have been like Mrs. Potter.
He finally found friends, and maybe a place to call home that wasn't with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.
When James, Sirius, and Harry started to play tag, Harry was enjoying himself immensely. In the few times that he had played tag at school with the other kids before he was chased off by Dudley, it had been his favorite game. James and Sirius made it all the better because they would take turns being it; whereas the children at his school would always tag Harry to make him it.
Pretty soon though, they began to run out of breath and needed to take a break on the swings. They each sat on one of the swings and began to push themselves back and forth, trying to get higher than the others.
"You ready Siri?" shouted James when they couldn't get any higher.
"Ready Jamie!" shouted Sirius in response. "On three!"
Together they began to shout, "1...2..3!"
And before Harry could say anything, they jumped off their swings at the highest point. to Harry's amazement and shock, they did not plummet to the ground, at which point they would have received several broken bones, shed gallons of tears and had a very long trip to the hospital. But what they did do, however, was lean back, fold their arms behind their heads, and gently drift safely down to the ground. When they landed they looked up at Harry and yelled, "C'mon, Harry! It's your turn!"
But he just stared at them in amazement. Out of habit he was consistently pushing himself back and forth in the swing, still staring at James and Sirius.
How did they do that? I knew there was something strange about this swing set. It's magic! But will I get in trouble if I jump off like they did? Maybe I won't float down like they did. Maybe I'll just fall, Harry thought frantically.
He looked at them again and said, "But what if I fall? I don't know if I can do what you did!"
James responded, "Harry it's okay. The swing set is magic! It has a charm on it so no one can get hurt, so if you jump off you'll just float down. I promise. Here, me and Siri will do it with you."
With that they both ran to wards the swings and began to push themselves so they could get to the height Harry was at.
When they reached the highest point, James turned to Harry and said, "Are you ready, Harry? I promise you won't get hurt. Trust me okay? We're friends. I'll protect you."
"Yea, Harry. We wouldn't make you do anything that will hurt you. You're our friend. Trust us." said Sirius.
Harry looked at them. He had never heard anyone say anything like that to him before. He felt an inexplicable love and trust for the boys right then. He didn't know why, but it just felt perfectly natural to him to trust the other boys old with everything.
"Okay guys," Harry answered.
"On the count of three then. You count it off, Harry!" James called to him.
Nervously Harry began to count. It was so exciting, yet scary at the same time. But he trusted James that he wouldn't get hurt. So he began to call off the numbers more confidently. "1...2...3!"
They did it. Harry, James, and Sirius were drifting down to the ground. When they reached the ground, Harry ran to James and Sirius and hugged them. He was so glad to have friends that would have fun with him. He wanted to always be with James and Sirius. They would be his friends and brothers always.
"I'm glad that I trusted you guys." said Harry with a huge grin on his face when they were done hugging.
"Well we're glad you did. Right Jamie?" Sirius replied cheerily.
"We sure are Siri." James said with an air of extreme confidence. He then continued, "So Harry, if you might live with me and Siri, you're gonna need a nickname. We can't just call you Harry all the time. We gotta have some sort of secret code names for each other. Mine is Prongs and Sirius's is Padfoot. We made them up all by ourselves by using our favorite animals. Mine is an elk, and Sirius's is a German Wolfhou-"
"No Jamie, it's Irish Wolfhound." Sirius cut him off. "You never get it right."
"Sorry, Siri," James said, not sounding sincere. To this, Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Anyway Harry, what's your favorite animal? We need to make you a nickname." James said, turning quites serious for a five year old.
"Its a falcon." Harry said, wondering what kind of nickname they could get out of that.
They sat down to think for a moment. Every minute or so one of them would suggest something completely ridiculous, at which point they would all break out in typical five year old giggles. They cycle of seriousness turning to giggles last for about a half hour until Sirius stood up.
He looked down at them both sitting on the rocks by the swing set and said, "Boys, I have it. I have Harry's nickname right here in my noggin." he pointed to his head, making James and Harry start to laugh hysterically.
"You guys! Stop it! This is serious," shouted Sirius, angry at being ignored.
Then Harry burst out, "No, you're Sirius!!" (A/N: I had to do it. I know its cliche but c'mon everyone has it somewhere in their story. )
Even Sirius laughed at this one. It was completely silly, yet all three loved that joke.
"Buy okay guys, we need to calm down. Let's get down to business. So Sirius, what do you have for us?" Said James when the three of them calmed down enough to be able to talk.
"I have here, the nickname of all nicknames, well, besides Jamie's and mine's, but this one is just as good as ours." He walked up to Harry made him stand in front of James and said," James, I give you, the new and improved Harry, a.k.a, Falco."
James seemed to ponder this for a moment. He looked at Harry then back at Sirius, and then back and forth for a minuted or two. Finally, he stood up and said, "Good thinking Padfoot. Falco is perfect for Harry. What do you think Harry? Do you mind if we call you Falco?"
"No not at all. I love it." Harry said with a silly grin on his face.
They continued to sit on the rocks and began to talk about silly things that only five year old boys would understand.
Oh! how Harry wanted to stay there; he only hoped James's parents liked him enough to let him.
Thomas Potter walked through the front door of his family's ancestral home. He loved his family dearly and little Sirius being added to the mix just made things better. As the thoughts of the two little mischevious boys ran through his head, they also came running to him out of the kitchen. They quickly latched onto him by sitting on his feet and wrapping their gangly arms around his legs, thus forcing Thomas to walk them all the way to the dining room where dinner was to take place.
"Hey babe, I'm back but it seems I have some strange kind of growth on my legs that look strangely like James and Sirius. Wouldn't you say that was odd?" Thomas asked as he stumbled into the kitchen.
"Why, yes my dear, they are scarily similar to our little boys. Oh but where could they actually be, for they are not sitting at the table with their new friend Harry?" Diane asked, all the while staring at the little boys giggling into their hands.
"We're right here!" they shouted simultaneously.
"Oh so that it you! Well then go and get Harry and introduce him to your father boys." Diane said in reply with a big grin on her face.
Thomas looked at the small child sitting at their dining table. He had black, terribly messy hair, vibrant green eyes, and red lips that he had only ever seen on one person, his wife. Already he was wary of the boy that James and Sirius were apparently good friends with. He watched at they ran over to him and pulled Harry out of his chair.
"C'mon Harry! Come meet my dad!" James said " He'll love you, promise." he whispered to Harry though everyone heard.
I'll love him? Why would I need to love him? Thomas thought as Sirius pushed Harry towards him. "Hello my boy. How are you?"
The boy put his chin down and mumbled in reply, "Fine, sir. How are you?"
Thomas stooped down to Harry's eye level and put his finger under Harry's chin and gently lifted it up. He said, "I'm well, thank-you. Now tell me, how did you come to know our two little naughty boys?"
"W-Well, sir, at my school, my cousin put me in a dumpster and then this necklace thing fell down next to me. I turned the knob and the next thing I new I was in your back yard where James and Sirius saw me," Harry replied as he took the necklace out from under his shirt, pulled it up over his head and handed it to Mr. Potter.
Thomas took what he suspected was a time turner from the little boy. He had come across things like this happening during his time at the Ministry. Sometimes, to those who truly deserved it, Fate would grant a wish to a person and supply the means to them to get what they wanted. It became clear to him that Fate sent Harry the time turned in order to grant his wish. Well, he thought, Fate must really want him here. Who am I to interfere with something like that?
"Well, my boy it seems that you'll just have to stay with us and help me and Diane manage our little monsters. Would you like that Harry? Would you like to stay and let us adopt you?" he asked the child.
Harry smiled and said, "Yes, I would love to live here."
James and Sirius cheered and said together, "See Harry! Told you he would love you!"
Thomas stepped forward and hugged Harry. "Thank you Harry. Now we just have to get the paper work signed at the Ministry which shouldn't be too hard, now that we have your consent. Now, why don't we all sit back down at the table and have our first family dinner together." he stood back up and ushered Harry back into the living room where their food was waiting for them, having been served by Diane a few minutes before he had come home.
When everyone was stuffed full of the delicious meal, James asked, "So how actually did Harry get to be in our back yard Dad?"
"I don't actually know James. Magic has a way of doing unexpected things at unexpected times, escpecially when Fate and Magic work together on something. What I think happened though, was that Fate sent Harry the necklace and it sent him back in time to live with us and be happy. You are a lucky boy indeed, Harry, for Fate to grant your wish. " Thomas replied.
"So there is such a thing as magic then?" Harry asked curiously. He had always been a curious little boy. Always asking questions, though he would get punished by his aunt and uncle.
"There is, Harry. And you have the power to weild it, just like I do, and my wife, and James and Sirius do. You are a wizard. " Thomas said with a smile.
"Do you think my mum and dad were wizards too?" He asked hopefully. He hoped there was more to his parent than just what his relatives had said about them. Maybe they had been special like he was.
"I don't know Harry. There's no way for me to find out. But the chances that they were are much higher than them being muggles, person that doesn't have magic." Mr. Potter said, rather interested. He had noted that the boy looked very similiar to himself and James, save for his lips, which he also noticed were the same shape and color of his wife's, and his startling green eyes. He wondered how far in the future he had come, but he doubted the boy knew. When he himslef had been five, he didn't know what the Ministers name was, never mind the year. However he did have to wonder if he was the boy's grandfather or great-grandfather in some way. Oh well, it's of no use wondering about it now, he's here with us. It's not like we can send him back to where he was. He's my son now.