Running Away
Chapter One: A New Home
Harry felt silent tears roll down his face. He was sitting on the window sill in Number Four, Privet Drive thinking of how he was going to have to go back to his so called "friends" and Dumbeldore the traitor in two weeks.
After his godfather, Sirius, died in the Department of Mysteries, Harry overheard Dumbeldore talking to Ron and Hermione.
Flashback:
"You two need to send him mail all summer or he'll get angry again. You also have to watch him carefully this next week. Hopefully the death of his idiotic godfather won't push him into Lord Voldemort's side," explained Dumbeldore.
"Yes sir, what are you going to if Potter is showing signs of going to Lord Voldemort's sides," asked Ron. Harry was confused for a moment, Ron never said Voldemort's name.
"I'll have to kill him. With him and Voldemort working together this world doesn't stand a chance. Of course he must never know this, if he knows we do not trust him he'll go to Voldemort," explained Dumbeldore.
Harry's mouth dropped open at this. Dumbeldore was talking about his death with his best friends and they didn't even look concerned or sad about it!
"Sir, why can't you just kill Voldemort. You defeated Grindewald and I doubt Potter can actually kill him. He's too weak," asked Hermione.
"Well Voldemort has taken precautions so for the only way for him to be defeated is to sacrifice someone's own life and the prophecy already states Potter should be the one to defeat him. What's one orphans life to a life like mine," explained Dumbeldore.
Shock filled through Harry. They were using him into sacrificing himself just so they wouldn't have to.
"Where is our reward for watching Potter and keeping this secret," demanded Ron. "Here you are , . Remember to watch him carefully," said Dumbeldore handing Ron a large bad of galleons and Hermione a stack of ancient books.
Harry watched from under his invisibility cloak as his traitor friends walked out gleefully holding hands.
End Flashback
They were never his friends. It was all a set up by Dumbeldore. Dumbeldore the manipulative old fool will pay some day for using me thought Harry bitterly. Harry thought many times of running away, it wasn't like he'd really be missed and the supposed 'light' would deserve this for using him as a tool. They deserved to die, all of them, even mudbloods.
Salazar Slytherin was right to push muggleborns out of the school. They would do anything to be treated like a pureblood. Anything, like betray your friend, watch people, and suck up to teacher's like they were something special.
Harry had even considered joining Voldemort after he learned that his mother was on Voldemort's side and only married James to spy on him since he was in the Order. Of course when Voldemort was in fit trying to get Harry to kill him, on the night they died he killed her too.
Sirius was innocent though he really wasn't on either side. He never trusted Voldemort or Dumbeldore. But now he was dead killed by Bellatrix Lestrange last year.
Harry brushed the tears off his cheeks and stared out into the full moon outside wishing he could have one year at Hogwarts without Ron and Hermione. Suddenly the bright light shine on him and everything sparkled in his room. Then he was floating through bright colors. He could tell he wasn't in his room anymore. Then with a thud he landed on a cold sidewalk.
He tried to get up but he was not only much shorter but had bruises and large bleeding gashes all over him. He fell to the ground unconscious.
"Potter," called a familiar voice.
"Potter wake up," hissed another.
Harry opened his eyes to see three familiar faces staring at him. But there was something very weird about seeing them. Harry recognized a younger Snape from his Pensive he had gotten into. Harry also recognized a younger Tom Riddle about the same age as Snape.
"Good morning sunshine," Voldemort said smirking. Harry looked at the last face to see a 13 year old Draco Malfoy frowning down at him.
"But you're..," started Harry looking at Draco, to Snape, and to Voldemort.
"We are," answered Voldemort.
"The last time I checked you were 50, you were 40, and you were 16," stuttered Harry pointing to Voldemort, then to Snape, and then to Draco.
"Actually Potter I used to be 35," snapped Snape.
"Last time we checked you were 16 also. Now your eleven," retorted Voldemort.
"13," corrected Draco.
"You are one short thirteen year old Potter," mocked Voldemort.
Harry sat up and looked around. They were all sitting on a sidewalk outside of an orphanage.
"Where are we," demanded Harry confused.
"In a muggle village outside the orphanage I used to live in. The time is 9 pm, August 17 1946," answered Voldemort. Harry's jaw dropped. It kind of made sense that it was 1946 thought becuase there were hardly any cars.
"How did we come back in time," asked Harry.
"Well tonight, Potter was the Lunar Eclipse. For wizards and witches the Lunar Eclipse usually builds up our magic making our wishes come true.
Apparently we all wished on accident but came up with the same wish. I wished, accidently of course, for a simple time when everything was enjoyable. Now I'm fresh from my third year and just turned fourteen. This just goes to show, be careful what you wish for," explained Voldemort smiling.
"I wished for a time when Dumbeldore wasn't as powerful," announced Snape.
"I wished for a year with Dumbeldore not being the headmaster," admitted Draco.
"I guess I wished for a year at Hogwarts without Ron and Hermione," announced Harry scowling at their names.
"I thought Granger and Weasel were your friends," asked Draco.
"Nope Dumbeldore paid them to watch me in case I joined Voldemort," answered Harry bitterly.
"You owe me a galleon Sev," announced Voldemort excitedly. Snape checked his pockets and pulled out a galleon and chucked at it Voldemort's head. Draco and Harry gave them a confused look.
"We were betting on when Harry would realize Dumbeldore was using him," explained Voldemort.
"You couldn't have told me," asked Harry coldly.
"You wouldn't have believed us then," defended Snape. Harry scowled.
"So how are we getting back," asked Draco.
"The Lunar Eclipse only comes once a year we have to wait for the next one," announced Voldemort.
"We should go to Hogwarts once the school year starts up also so I don't look suspicious. My younger self probably vanished once we got here so Dumbeldore would come looking for me," explained Voldemort.
"Unless you would like to live off the streets, Potter," suggested Snape.
"I think I'll go to Hogwarts," said Harry coldly.
"Which brings us to something else Potter. What the hell happened to you," asked Snape.
"What do you mean?"
"You're covered in bruises and gashes," pointed out Draco. Harry looked at his arms and legs and they were covered in bruises and wounds.
"I bet this is what he looked like on June 17 when he was 13 in the future so he looks that way now," explained Voldemort.
"But the question why in the first place is he covered in wounds," asked Snape.
Then he remembered June 17 was two days before he blew his Aunt Marge up and his Uncle had beat him for arguing with her over how his parents died. Harry grimaced at the painful memory.
"Well why are you covered in bruises," asked Voldemort.
"Does it really matter now," snapped Harry. It was silent.
"Just tell us Harry," pleaded Voldemort.
"Myuncle," muttered Harry.
"Your Uncle," asked Snape with wide eyes.
"Your abused, Potter," asked Draco.
Harry was silent, staring into the street
"We should go inside," announced Voldemort still staring at Harry. Harry got up slowly and followed Voldemort inside.
Harry looked around fearfully. His Uncle had always told him stories about orphanages, horrible stores. They were in a large dark blue entry hall. Three mahogany doors lined the dark blue walls.
"Hmmm, we should go find , (A//N: Sorry if the name is wrong but I didn't feel like going and looking it up.) to tell her, you guys are staying here," announced Voldemort and led them through the left door.
They were now in a huge room with a beat-up pinball machine, coffee table, small TV, a chess table, and scratched sliding doors, leading to the backyard.
Kids were in the old playroom hanging out. A few looked up as they came in, they stared at them and looked down fearfully as they saw Voldemort glare at them. They went through another door into an old kitchen.
A lady with grey hair tied in a bun, an old dress on, and wrinkles around her face was making sandwiches on the counter. She looked up and smiled.
"Hello Tom, hungry," she asked, and then saw Harry, Draco, and Snape.
", these three are orphans. Their parents just died in a fire in their house and they need to stay here for the summer, they go to my boarding school too," explained Tom smoothly.
"Names please," she requested getting out a clipboard.
"Severus Tobius Snide," announced Snape.
"Draco Luscious Malcolm," stated Draco.
"Harry James Parton," said Harry.
"Okay, I'll handle the paperwork. You three can share Tom's room. I'll move Billy out," she explained and glared at Tom.
"I didn't do anything to him, maybe he just lies," mused Tom smiling. shook her head sadly.
"Breakfast is at eight to nine, lunch at twelve to one, and dinner at eight to nine. Why you three are here hopefully, you won't behave like Tom. Do you all need clothes," she asked politely.
Then Harry remembered during his summer before fourth year he carried a money bag hooked up to his bank account, in case he had to make a quick escape.
"No we don't," answered Harry quickly. The others gave him a confused look.
"Okay then, I'm . Here's dinner when you're done with your plate wash it and put it away. You're free to roam around wherever you want too but make sure to keep safe. Goodnight, and please Tom, don't scare them," added with an annoyed look.
"Me, never," said Tom (a//n: I'm calling him Tom now because Voldemort is getting annoying.) smirking. He led them back into the playroom, and into the entrance hall and he went into the middle door.
"These stairs go to our room, the other door is just more rooms," explained Tom. They walked up a flight of stairs and came to a dark halfway full of doors. They walked to the very end and went into the one on the right.
It was a large room painted in dark green. It had a huge window with a window seat and black curtains. There was a black door, probably leading to a bathroom. There was a mahogany desk, dresser, wooden floors, and four beds.
One was made in green sheets and had a black blanket on top with a large trunk next to it. The others were made in plain white sheets with blue blankets. There was a small, boy with thick red hair reading on one.
"Tom," he said coldly looking up.
"Hello Billy. is moving you to a new room, she's in the kitchen take your thing," Tom explained coolly. The boy got up looking like Christmas had come early and gathered up his things and fled downstairs.
Harry plopped down on the bed near the window. He put his plate on his lap and started on his sandwhich.
"So why don't we need clothes, Potter," asked Draco sitting on the bed next to Harry's.
"Because we're going to buy them," announced Harry smiling.
"With imaginary money," mocked Tom. Harry got out his money bag and tossed it to Tom.
"I prefer the real kind,' Harry said smiling.
"You're going to buy clothes for all of us right," asked Voldemort excitedly.
"And school supplies, if you say the magic word," announced Harry smirking.
"Please," they all said together. Harry laughed and nodded.
"Okay we'll all go to Diagon Alley tomorrow," announced Voldemort. They all agreed and took their plates downstairs and washed them.
Tom went searching through his trunk looking for something. He then came over to Harry with a bottle of liquid and cotton balls.
"Rub this on all your cuts," Tom explained. Harry sighed and took it and started rubbing the liquid onto all the cuts. Soon he was done and he tossed the ball to Tom and crawled under the covers and fell asleep happy to be in a better home.
I'm guessing I probably didn't get the right year but I still hope you enjoy. Please review so I know I should keep updating!!!