A Chance To Do It Right
Okay so basically in this story Harry and three of his friends are battling Voldemort when they suddenly wake up in their 11 year old selves. Wonder what they'll do next?
Harry, though he would never admit it, was scared. As he walked into the middle of the great hall he had a very tough time getting his Gryffindor courage to kick in. He may have been a hero in the eyes of many but no matter how many times he faced the Dark Lord he still felt fear.
"So brave Potter," sneered the dark lord "Ready to die"
"In your dreams Tom. In your dreams."
And then they began. Circling each other, wands raised Harry spoke quietly, though it was heard loud and clear in the silent hall "I've waited since second year to do this Tom. 9 years." Voldemort continued sneering and instead of launching a comeback settled for a curse instead.
"Avada Kedavra!" He yelled a split second before Harry yelled out "Expelliarmus"
That split second was too much as the green light rushed at Harry. To his horror the curse was not stopping. He felt 3 people hit him before all he saw was black.
When his eyes opened he was staring at the ceiling of a cupboard. With the instincts of a soldier of 5 years he bolted up only to hit his head violently against the wood. Cursing, he took the time to access his surroundings. In the dim light coming through the slots in the door Harry could see a small wad of blankets and a spider quickly scurrying away from him. "No. No way" he told himself. Not possible. He hadn't been in this cupboard for 10 years. It wasn't possible. He was still telling himself this when he was startled by the sound of his Aunt Petunia shouting.
"Get up boy! Get up!" She pounded the door of the cupboard and unlocked it with a clank.
Stumbling blearily out into the blinding light while slipping on his glasses, Harry noticed a whale of a boy running down the stairs at him. Dudley Harry thought but then he did a double take. Hadn't Dudley died of a heart attack when he was 20. And now that he thought of it, Aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon had died in a death eater attack 2 months after that. None of the people he saw now should have been alive and what of Voldemort? He was still alive in the great hall!
And then something occurred to him. If the Dursley's were alive and he was in his old cupboard under the stairs, then he had to have traveled back in time. It was the only explanation he could think of.
And if he had travelled back in time then that meant that everyone was still alive! Everyone hed seen die, were alive. Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Dumbledore, Moody, Kingsley, hell even Hedwig was alive now. And if he was, looking at himself in the living room mirror, about 11 years old then he had a chance to change everything. All of the deaths and all of the battles. He could stop them and destroy Voldy quicker. Maybe now he could win!
This is my first fanfic so I'd appreciate so constructive critism here. Please R&R. Thanks