Disclaimer: I claim my own creations, this world is not one of them.
AN: I blame the Plot Bunnies. Seriously. I was just trying to finish Your'e Not Dead! when this one popped into my head... yes I will be posting more on that story, I have the end done, but I am missing an important chapter between now and then. :(
IMPORTANT: This will be slash, I put it in the Darry fandom because that will come into play, and I reckon people will bitch about that fact less here. Other pairings will include James/Lily, and Remus/Siruis/Remus. It is fluffy slash, no lemons... they just didn't fit into the crackish plot line... and any concerns about OOCness will be addressed at the end of the story. Cheers!
The Great hall was bustling term was just beginning, and as much as the students dreaded classes they were happy to see friends again.
Suddenly all chatter was cut off as a loud THUD echoed through the room. Children stood up on tables trying to get a look at what caused the sound only to see a boy looking around frantically, holding his wand at the ready. Emerald eyes flashed from person to person quick as thought and more haunting than memory. Each person those landed on shivered and sighed in relief as they were released from that gaze.
"Finite Incantium!" the teen yelled as a wave of power hit the people around him, the only thing it accomplished was to show up a few love bites that were hidden by glamour. Similar effects happened on the boy scars were visible on his face at the corner of one eye on the line of his jaw and a strange looking one on his forehead.
The boy blinked.
"Well crap that didn't work. Clever, but not clever enough. When I get my hands on you Riddle you'll wish you'd never been born!" His voice trailed off "After I get out of this illusion of course."
Dumbledore stood up at the staff table "Dear Guest, there's no need for alarm. Please do sit down."
The boy glared at the ceiling "Low blow Tommy boy. Low blow. Who are you going to use against me next? My friends? My godfather? My lover? Bring it on!"
At this point there were only a few options available to release the tension in the room. It started with one little titter from a first year Hufflepuff. Soon the entire student body was laughing in horror and amusement.
The boy just kept looking around warily
"My dear boy," The boy flinched at the phrase "this isn't an illusion, I don't know how you got through our wards but please come to my office you seem out of sorts."
The boy glared up at him "My name is Harry, and illusion or not do not call me 'my dear boy'. As an illusion why would you think yourself anything but real?"
Albus stroked his beard thoughtfully "True, true. You could be my illusion. Now pip pip up to my office."
Harry looked at him and grinned "Well Riddle got the crazy part down, I'll give the bastard that."
Some of the Slytherins laughed at the brass the boy had. Lucius Malfoy looked at the boy with interest.
Harry strode up to Dumbedore "Even if you're fake, it's good to see you again sir."
Now everyone was confused, even Dumbledore. He'd never seen this boy before in his life, though he does bear a striking resemblance to James Potter. He continued to examine the boy until Harry shifted "The office professor?"
"Quite right." Dumbledore gestured in the proper direction but Harry was already walking as if he knew where to go. That warranted later thought for Albus.
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"Now Harry, I understand you think this is an illusion. You won't believe me saying otherwise so we'll just leave that for a bit. I'm afraid I have something more important to ask you. You mentioned a 'Riddle' and 'Tommy-boy' who were you talking about?"
Are you a Death Eater?
Harry leaned back in his chair and gave the old man a square look "Tom Marvolo Riddle, Voldemort's given name. I refuse to call the snakey-bastard anything but that."
Albus sat back with a blink, so few knew Lord Voldemort's real name, and this boy comes prancing in without fear and announces it.
"Very few people give credence to the rise of Lord Voldemort."
"Uh-huh well Tommy boy's tried to off me a few times so I think I believe."
"What would he want with a child?"
The boy started to get hysterical "You… you're actually questioning his motives? He's a murdering nutter. End of story. Now why he threw me into an illusion is beyond me. That is an interesting question…. Probably has the same answer though."
"Well regardless, would you please roll up your left sleeve for me Harry?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at him and brushed aside his fringe to show a lightningbolt shaped scar. "Any more questions?"
"….. Yes….. The sleeve….. and what does a scar have to do with anything?"
Harry blinked "What does a scar have to do with it?" Harry slapped himself "Bloody hell." It hurt, it wasn't an illusion.
Harry rolled up his sleeve in a daze, it was free of the Dark Mark.
"You don't know what my scar means, so you're not my Dumbledore. Where the hell am I?"
"My dear – No you don't like that. Mr. ?"
"Lets just stick with Harry until I know where I am."
Dumbledore nodded magnanimously "Very well. Harry, we are at Hogwarts, the year is 1978."
Harry stared at him, blinking as if the image would change.
"…. Well crap."
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"Who are you Harry?"
"My name is Harry Potter, I live in the year 1998 I vanished during … a very critical point in history."
"Potter? James' son?"
Harry nodded
"From the way you spoke it as if we are still at war."
"I refuse to divulge anything that may hurt the people I love, changing the future is included in that."
"… I understand Harry. Until we can find a way back we'll house you and you will attend classes. I must impress upon you the importance of keeping that mindset, though I would like to get to know you better."
Harry grinned sheepishly "I'd like that sir. Should we get back to dinner?"
"But of course!"
"Then you'll forgive me when I make a scene?"
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"Alright everybody left arm out sleeve rolled up!" Harry hollered immediately as he walked back into the room.
Everyone blinked at him one Slytherin dared ask "And why should we do that?"
"Because the wand-waving powerful crazy man from earlier told you to?"
"….. Touché."
"Harry please do sit and stop making a fuss." Dumbldore sighed and muttered something about 'so this is what you meant by scene.'
"But-!"
"No."
Harry scowled and turned towards the man "Fine fine I'll play nice, now where do you want me?"
"You'll be sorted to find out."
Harry sighed and walked over to where the little stool still sat. His legs were far too long for it and he looked comical slumped as he was on it.
From the Gryffendor table Remus Lupin elbowed Sirius Black to shut up the boy's laughter. James was too busy choking on his biscuit to do anything else. The weird kid looked a lot like him, and his father.
"Mr. Potter, how unusual. A time traveler in this day and age. You're equally suited for Gryffendor or Slytherin."
"Gryffendor please, that side always takes over anyway. Changing in rather than planning like I should."
"GRYFFENDOR!"
An unsure cheer rose up from the table in question.
"Well looks like he's ours Prongs." Sirius said with a smirk
"Looks like he is." James said watching the boy advance towards the upper classmen.
"Won't mind if I test your lookalike do you Jamsey?"
James shrugged for once ignoring the mutt
The boy locked eyes with him, with a look of astonishment at their similarities.
"Cor, this is a weird day. Harry Westover, nice to meet you." Harry held out a hand to shake
"James Potter." James said with a cocksure smile, he nodded to each of his friends "Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettrigrew."
"Have some pumpkin juice Westover." Sirius held out a flagon
Harry sat down and waved his wand over it absently smiling at Sirius when a red light flashed.
"Drugged pumpkin juice really? That's the best prank you can come up with?"
"At short notice." Sirius shrugged a little miffed that his utterly brilliant plan had been foiled, but the boy just grinned wickedly at the indifference in Sirius's voice
"And what's wrong with the classic whoopee cushion when I sit down?" Harry asked in a faux-offended voice
Sirius grinned back at him "Didn't know where you would sit."
"Remind me to change seats with every meal now that I've suggested that."
Remus barked out a laugh "I like him."
Sirius smirked "So do I."
"He'll do." James said leaning back and ruffling his hair
"Whatever James says." Peter said mid bite
"Shut up Peter." All three said.
Harry looked silently at the rat-like youth for a moment before turning away dismissively.
"So what year are you in?" Harry asked his father and best friends
"7th."
"Same as me, I lock my bedroom curtains at night so don't even try it."
Sirius pouted and James laughed, looks like the new kid was more like him than just looks.
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Harry was pelted with questions which he duly ignored, or answered with as much truth as possible.
"What year are you?"
"7th."
"What was with you crashing into the great hall?"
"Gravity is a bitch."
"Are you any good at Quidditch?"
"I'm a fair seeker."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"I have a lover, sorry ladies I'm taken."
"Why did you want everyone to roll up their sleeves?"
"To see if they had any lame tattoos."
"Who's "Riddle"?"
"A bastard I thought was tricking me again."
"Why do you look like Potter?"
"Because my mamma prayed I'd be handsome?"
On and on until Harry was glad it was time to head up to the tower. To a bed. A real bed. Those dream worthy sheets, and fluffy pillows. And the mattress, he almost drooled at the thought of a real mattress. Unfortunately he was accosted by a fiery red head before he got there.
"Bed!" he cried out as he was pulled in the opposite direction
"I'm Lily, Lily Evans." The girl told him once he had stopped sobbing for his fluffy dream
"Nice to meet you Miss Evans. I'm Harry Westover."
"A muggleborn like me." She smiled and he face turned pretty in the firelight, at least no longer a force-of-nature scary.
"Yeah." Harry scratched the back of his neck.
"Well then let me tell you some about Hogwarts so you're not blindsided tomorrow."
"You're nice." Harry smiled at the simple revelation about his mother
Lily blushed "Thank you. I just thought it would be the decent thing to do as Head Girl."
"And honest." Harry beamed
Lily blushed harder "Now talk about honest! Most boys wouldn't say things like that if you paid them."
"I'm not 'most boys' Miss Evans. That aside you were saying?" Harry said trying to deter her line of thought.
"Oh right! Well some people don't like muggleborns here, I don't know how it was at your old school, but that's how it is here. Now the professors are pretty good about it, but just watch you back yeah?"
"Aye aye captain!" Harry saluted her making the girl laugh
"I hope to get to know you better Westover."
"Harry, just Harry." Harry grinned "and I hope so too."
"Then you can call me Lily."
"Well then, Lily I'm going to go up to bed."
"But it's so early! I thought you were joking."
"Nope, my bed is a callin' me. I hope you sleep well Lily."
"You too Harry."
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"I don't think I like him anymore." James announced as he walked into the dorm.
"You're just sore he got Lily to laugh." Remus said tiredly still paying attention to the book in his hands as they walked
"Damn right I am! She blushed man" James gripped Remus' collar and shook him "She BLUSHED!"
"I don't think you have to worry about him." Remus said lightly
"Why?" James demanded quietly
"Because I'm gay." Harry walked past them "And taken." He bellyflopped onto his bed with a contented sigh.
Sirius and Remus exchanged knowing looks as James stared
"Really?" James asked hopefully
"You know that is the best reaction I've gotten so far with that bit of news." Harry said absently as he petted a pillow in all it's comfy goodness "And yes really."
"Wicked! Then wait, if the reaction you got was so bad why'd you tell us?"
"One, I don't want to hide that part of me again. Two, You'd have killed me in my sleep. Speaking of which sleep sounds sinfully good."
"Was other people's reactions so bad?" Remus asked quietly
"For some people no, just teasing. By the way, call me a pouf and I'll punch your lights out. Other people, broken pottery, screeching, name calling, attempted murder, crying, gossip, being slapped in the face. Not in that order."
"That was one person?"
"My best friends' sister. She thought we would fall madly in love and get married." Harry muttered into his blanket, his warm soft blanket
"Sorry mate." Sirius muttered
"No worries yeah? Now for the love of god someone please let me get to sleep!"
"In your clothes?"
Harry grabbed his wand and muttered something removing his clothes, save his pants.
"Westover are you alright? What's up with all those scars?" James asked with a worried frown, for all he'd known the kid for less than a day he seemed like a decent bloke.
Harry sat up furiously "There is something wrong with you people! Sleep is a holy holy thi- scars? What scars?"
Harry then looked down and saw his body as he always had before he applied glamours each morning. Criss-crossed with white and red lines.
"Well crap it is seriously not my day." He muttered another spell and his curtains closed and locked.
The boys looked at each other, they knew enough about secrets to keep their mouths shut for now.
