A Travel Through Time: The Box (Prologue)
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Harry sighed and continued working through the pile of papers surrounding him. Harry Potter, age 22, was Ministry of Magic now.
Death Eater raiders were everywhere, and since Harry was the Ministry of Magic, he had to write reports on all of the raids. It was very distressing.
Harry had started off as an Auror, but when Fudge was forced to resign, Harry was expected to take his way. It was WAY boring. Sometimes he wished he were still an Auror.
There was a soft knock on his door. "Enter." Harry snapped.
"Er, Mr. Potter, there's a strange package here, and it doesn't have a return address." Said his secretary, Teresa.
"Just set it there. I'll see it later, Resa." Said Harry tiredly.
"But sir, there's an 'urgent' stamp on it and it doesn't have return address. Don't you think-." Teresa was cut off.
"I'm busy, Teresa. I don't have time with these packages. I have other important matters to complete." He said impatiently.
Teresa gulped. Mr. Potter usually called her by her nickname, Resa. But when he called her Teresa, it usually was a warning sign.
"Y-Yes, sir. I'll just place it right here, and I'll be going." Said Teresa, and scurried out the room.
The time flew by, and soon it was night.
"Mr. Potter, it's nine already. It's past your working time and you haven't had your dinner yet." Said Teresa.
"Go away, Resa. I'm too busy. I have another two reports to complete by tomorrow, and 5 reports are flying this way tomorrow. I'm busy." He said, sounding annoyed.
"Fine, Mr. Potter. But may I be going now?" asked Teresa eagerly.
"Yes, Resa, you may. And before you leave, turn off all the lights off expect the lobby and the kitchen." Sighed Mr. Potter, not looking up from his work.
Teresa nodded and apparated back home.
Harry furiously scribbled down report after report. His hand was getting worn out, and he felt dizzy.
I should have an appointment with Madame Pomfrey soon, Harry thought. He clutched his head and got up.
Then the mysterious box caught his eye. Harry took the box and sat down once again.
He opened the box cautiously. Suddenly, the whole room span and his feet left the ground as he gave a huge yelp.
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This is short because it's a prologue. And you can probably predict what's going to happen next. Please review, too. Thanx!
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Harry sighed and continued working through the pile of papers surrounding him. Harry Potter, age 22, was Ministry of Magic now.
Death Eater raiders were everywhere, and since Harry was the Ministry of Magic, he had to write reports on all of the raids. It was very distressing.
Harry had started off as an Auror, but when Fudge was forced to resign, Harry was expected to take his way. It was WAY boring. Sometimes he wished he were still an Auror.
There was a soft knock on his door. "Enter." Harry snapped.
"Er, Mr. Potter, there's a strange package here, and it doesn't have a return address." Said his secretary, Teresa.
"Just set it there. I'll see it later, Resa." Said Harry tiredly.
"But sir, there's an 'urgent' stamp on it and it doesn't have return address. Don't you think-." Teresa was cut off.
"I'm busy, Teresa. I don't have time with these packages. I have other important matters to complete." He said impatiently.
Teresa gulped. Mr. Potter usually called her by her nickname, Resa. But when he called her Teresa, it usually was a warning sign.
"Y-Yes, sir. I'll just place it right here, and I'll be going." Said Teresa, and scurried out the room.
The time flew by, and soon it was night.
"Mr. Potter, it's nine already. It's past your working time and you haven't had your dinner yet." Said Teresa.
"Go away, Resa. I'm too busy. I have another two reports to complete by tomorrow, and 5 reports are flying this way tomorrow. I'm busy." He said, sounding annoyed.
"Fine, Mr. Potter. But may I be going now?" asked Teresa eagerly.
"Yes, Resa, you may. And before you leave, turn off all the lights off expect the lobby and the kitchen." Sighed Mr. Potter, not looking up from his work.
Teresa nodded and apparated back home.
Harry furiously scribbled down report after report. His hand was getting worn out, and he felt dizzy.
I should have an appointment with Madame Pomfrey soon, Harry thought. He clutched his head and got up.
Then the mysterious box caught his eye. Harry took the box and sat down once again.
He opened the box cautiously. Suddenly, the whole room span and his feet left the ground as he gave a huge yelp.
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This is short because it's a prologue. And you can probably predict what's going to happen next. Please review, too. Thanx!