Chapter 1, of Ventures into Unknown territory! This is my first fic, so go easy on me! Please r&r

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" drawled a smooth, slimy voice. Lily grimaced and turned around. Sure enough, standing behind her was Lucius Malfoy. Ugh. "Now what shall I do with you?" he whispered, climbing into her carriage and closing the door. That was when Lily freaked. Her friends were with the Marauders, expecting her to meet them after Head duties. But Malfoy was an unexpected variable

Malfoy's wand had just started to rise, and his mouth to open when the door burst open, with a voiceless" expelliarmus" shooting Malfoy's wand from his hand.

Framed in the carriage door was a boy- no, man, with windswept black ahir and a fit body. His eyes… Lily felt like she was looking in a mirror. She thought she was looking at james, until she noticed his scar. Sharp, straight, the angles looked like they could have been drawn with a ruler. He looked like he had been through a war, his eyes looking at her filled with pain and longing. Then, with a flash of red light, he was gone, leaving a stunned Malfoy in his wake.

Harry potter walked into the headmaster's office, startling the younger Dumbledore there.

"How did you get in here? Asked a clearly shaken, yet utterly calm Dumbledore.

"I spelled it," replied Harry, providing no further information.

"That's impossible. You CAN"T spell the gargoyle".

" Yes, I can. I simply cast a spell to find out the last words spoken it. Hermione invented it."

"Who ARE you?"

"Harold James Potter"

"James Potter doesn't have any siblings. Who are you and why have you taken that name?" Personally, Harry thought Dumbledore was being rather redundant about this whole thing. Harry was starting to get impatient.

"Here. This should explain everything." Harry handed Dumbledore a letter written by Hermione, explaining everything about the future, Harry, and why he was there.

Harry looked around while Dumbledore read the letter once, twice, three times. The sorting hat looked less tattered, the sword of Godric Gryffindor wasn't there yet. Dumbledore himself looked younger, less lined, his beard slightly shorter. Then, as Harry gazed at him, Dumbledore speared him with his piercing gaze.

"You need a new identity. What have you chosen?"

"I've chosen—"

well, here it is. Chappie one. I know, it's very short.
But hey, I wanna see what everyone thinks first. Please r&r. I've got chapter 2 done, if I get a good response (10+) I'll put it up asap. Criticism sans flaming, people.