Prologue
Time.
What is time?
You can't hold it in your hand. It is impossible to see, smell, hear, taste, or feel. And yet we still know it's there. Though are we sure that time exists?
There is no proof that there is such a thing. How can we just blindly accept that there is a being, an entity, a substance, or essence that controls our lives? Is the human race so sure that such a thing exists?
After all, the human race was sure that the earth was flat. It was positive that space travel was not possible. It did not question the so- called fact that the earth was the center of the universe.
I used to ponder such philosophical questions late into the night when I had trouble sleeping. I wondered if the whole world wasn't just some great illusion meant to fool us humans.
Is anything real?
How do I know that the five senses I claim to have are not just illusions?
I couldn't possibly know the answer to all of these questions. I am only human after all, or at least that is what I thought. So many events have happened in my years, few as they may be, that it was impossible not to think such things. After near death experiences time and time again, you start to wonder about your very existence.
Why do I lead the life I lead? Is my life just some cruel joke played by Fate at my expense? Where would I go when I die? Where does anyone go?
It is possible that I will never get the elusive answers I search for. However, I can safely say that there is such a thing as Time, for I have seen her.
Yes, I said her. She does exist.
You can see, smell, hear, taste and feel her. Though I wouldn't be inclined to taste her myself.
Time is a living, breathing entity.
She exists outside of this realm in a world all her own. A world where dinosaurs still roam the earth, the Roman Empire did not fall, and the isle of Atlantis was not claimed by the depths of the ocean, or was it?
Time exists, and this is the one thing I am absolutely one hundred percent positive on. Her realm exists, and everything that has ever happened or will ever happen can be found in that realm.
By now you must surely think me insane?
I cannot contradict your suspicions. Truthfully, I have suspicions of my own, but the tale I am about to tell you did happen, and that I swear it by my existence, whatever value it may hold.
My name is Harlington James Potter.
Yes, my name is Harlington and yes, I consider my parents slightly more sadistic than Voldemort himself or, as I like to call him, Tommy Boy. I am just thankful that my mother insisted that I shouldn't have to go by that name.
I am not sure of my age for I have spent so much, there is no other word for it, time out of the realm I was born in. I look like I might be sixteen, but I have a feeling that that is nowhere near my real age. Somewhere around six hundred and seventy-two, if my calculations are correct.
I have always strived to be normal.
To have a normal childhood.
To live a normal life.
To be a normal boy.
Ever since I can remember, I have tried everything in my power to be considered a normal child, but everywhere I go, I am not considered to be normal.
I am the freak of both worlds.
No, I am the freak of all /three/ worlds. I cannot forget Time's realm, for I am abnormal there also. I will never achieve normality, but I still had hope.
Alas, I learned that not everybody is destined to live a normal life. There are those few, rare beings that are meant for greatness.
Who are meant to live lives of great hardships.
Very few people would have the strength, will, or dare I say sheer stubbornness to lead such horrid lives. I realized that I would never be normal; no matter how hard I tried. This reality hit me like an anvil might a cartoon character. However, I did not recover as quickly as they from the impact.
I found many of my elusive answers one humid day in late July of my fifteenth year, but it was at a great expense. Although I did say that people born for greatness never have it easy.
I left my friends behind.
I left my godfather behind.
I left my life behind.
I know I shouldn't feel guilty for leaving, I didn't have much choice at the time, but I do feel guilty for putting my loved ones through the pain of losing someone. I am far to familiar with that pain myself, and I would not wish it upon anyone.
I opened a new chapter in my life that faithful day when the mist took me. I traveled to a different world, an alternate reality, a place far away from the ones I was familiar with.
I traveled to Time's own world, her realm.
I was told that I was born to lead the light to victory against its counter part and mine. Tom Marvolo Riddle is my counter part, and I was born to defeat him, as I had previously done. I was born to bring peace to the world once more as I had done so long ago on that Halloween night.
The mist, for I have no other word to describe the bodiless beings, took me to Time's realm, and I was trained by the elite warriors of the past and future to fulfill my destiny.
I do not know how much time has passed in my home realm, but I pray to whatever God that might exist that it has not been long.
I do hope Sirius /will/ be terribly surprised to see me once I return, for I fear they all thought me dead after I disappeared. I am the son and only heir to the Marauder legacy after all, and I think their reactions to my appearance will be extremely amusing.
Harlington James Potter has returned.
Oh are they in for a surprise.
Time.
What is time?
You can't hold it in your hand. It is impossible to see, smell, hear, taste, or feel. And yet we still know it's there. Though are we sure that time exists?
There is no proof that there is such a thing. How can we just blindly accept that there is a being, an entity, a substance, or essence that controls our lives? Is the human race so sure that such a thing exists?
After all, the human race was sure that the earth was flat. It was positive that space travel was not possible. It did not question the so- called fact that the earth was the center of the universe.
I used to ponder such philosophical questions late into the night when I had trouble sleeping. I wondered if the whole world wasn't just some great illusion meant to fool us humans.
Is anything real?
How do I know that the five senses I claim to have are not just illusions?
I couldn't possibly know the answer to all of these questions. I am only human after all, or at least that is what I thought. So many events have happened in my years, few as they may be, that it was impossible not to think such things. After near death experiences time and time again, you start to wonder about your very existence.
Why do I lead the life I lead? Is my life just some cruel joke played by Fate at my expense? Where would I go when I die? Where does anyone go?
It is possible that I will never get the elusive answers I search for. However, I can safely say that there is such a thing as Time, for I have seen her.
Yes, I said her. She does exist.
You can see, smell, hear, taste and feel her. Though I wouldn't be inclined to taste her myself.
Time is a living, breathing entity.
She exists outside of this realm in a world all her own. A world where dinosaurs still roam the earth, the Roman Empire did not fall, and the isle of Atlantis was not claimed by the depths of the ocean, or was it?
Time exists, and this is the one thing I am absolutely one hundred percent positive on. Her realm exists, and everything that has ever happened or will ever happen can be found in that realm.
By now you must surely think me insane?
I cannot contradict your suspicions. Truthfully, I have suspicions of my own, but the tale I am about to tell you did happen, and that I swear it by my existence, whatever value it may hold.
My name is Harlington James Potter.
Yes, my name is Harlington and yes, I consider my parents slightly more sadistic than Voldemort himself or, as I like to call him, Tommy Boy. I am just thankful that my mother insisted that I shouldn't have to go by that name.
I am not sure of my age for I have spent so much, there is no other word for it, time out of the realm I was born in. I look like I might be sixteen, but I have a feeling that that is nowhere near my real age. Somewhere around six hundred and seventy-two, if my calculations are correct.
I have always strived to be normal.
To have a normal childhood.
To live a normal life.
To be a normal boy.
Ever since I can remember, I have tried everything in my power to be considered a normal child, but everywhere I go, I am not considered to be normal.
I am the freak of both worlds.
No, I am the freak of all /three/ worlds. I cannot forget Time's realm, for I am abnormal there also. I will never achieve normality, but I still had hope.
Alas, I learned that not everybody is destined to live a normal life. There are those few, rare beings that are meant for greatness.
Who are meant to live lives of great hardships.
Very few people would have the strength, will, or dare I say sheer stubbornness to lead such horrid lives. I realized that I would never be normal; no matter how hard I tried. This reality hit me like an anvil might a cartoon character. However, I did not recover as quickly as they from the impact.
I found many of my elusive answers one humid day in late July of my fifteenth year, but it was at a great expense. Although I did say that people born for greatness never have it easy.
I left my friends behind.
I left my godfather behind.
I left my life behind.
I know I shouldn't feel guilty for leaving, I didn't have much choice at the time, but I do feel guilty for putting my loved ones through the pain of losing someone. I am far to familiar with that pain myself, and I would not wish it upon anyone.
I opened a new chapter in my life that faithful day when the mist took me. I traveled to a different world, an alternate reality, a place far away from the ones I was familiar with.
I traveled to Time's own world, her realm.
I was told that I was born to lead the light to victory against its counter part and mine. Tom Marvolo Riddle is my counter part, and I was born to defeat him, as I had previously done. I was born to bring peace to the world once more as I had done so long ago on that Halloween night.
The mist, for I have no other word to describe the bodiless beings, took me to Time's realm, and I was trained by the elite warriors of the past and future to fulfill my destiny.
I do not know how much time has passed in my home realm, but I pray to whatever God that might exist that it has not been long.
I do hope Sirius /will/ be terribly surprised to see me once I return, for I fear they all thought me dead after I disappeared. I am the son and only heir to the Marauder legacy after all, and I think their reactions to my appearance will be extremely amusing.
Harlington James Potter has returned.
Oh are they in for a surprise.