I watched Stardust and thought...what if Harry was a star? What if he was knocked out of the sky? What if he landed in Diagon Alley, in a war-stricken Wizarding world? And then, this was born.
The Stars twinkled above Number Four, Privet Drive, as four year old Harry Potter looked up at them from his place in the tree. He was in a tree because Dudley and friends had chased him up it, and then had gone, but he knew that the Dursleys locked the door when Dudley was inside. It was a simple fact, in Harry's mind. He had no idea that children, 'freaks' or not, shouldn't be treated that way. Humming a nursery rhyme he'd heard Aunt Petunia sing to Dudley (along with music, of course. Petunia's voice was similar to having a rusty screw slowly put in your ears. Luckily, Dudley didn't seem to notice this). How did the words go? Softly, he began to sing,
"Twinkle, twinkle,
Little Star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle,
Little Star,
How I wonder what you are." As his skilled, but young, voice brought the song to an end, he wished harder then he'd ever wished for anything, that he could be a star, 'above the world so high', because well...The world was where the Dursleys were. In a flash, Harry Potter disappeared.
Thirteen years later
Hermione Granger, seventeen, walked down the bustling street named Diagon Alley. She was away from her parents in the war time, when Lord Voldemort, also known as You-Know-Who, had come back from the dead, from when Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Disappeared, age one, had killed him. Hermione was the smartest witch in her year, friends with the laziest wizard in the year after he saved her from a troll. Unfortunately, he hadn't gotten there in time, and her left leg had been mangled beyond repair- in the Muggle World. In the Magical one, it had healed, but not properly. She walked with a limp, but luckily, this didn't hinder her magical prowess. Moving as quickly as she could, she made her way over to Nymphadora Tonks, her Order guard. She was under the protection of the Order of The Phoenix because her best friend's mother was in it, and wouldn't have Hermione kept alone at her parents' house. As she was walking, a loud "BOOM" came from Flourish and Blotts, where she had just been. The historical bookshop, one of the oldest in Britain, was gone. A young man, perhaps her age, was lying in the rubble. He wore his black hair down to his shoulders, and was tall, with the palest skin she had ever seen- even on a Malfoy. Her wand arm relaxed, but she did not put away her wand. Stepping forward, she and Tonks approached the boy.
"Who are you?" Tonks asked. Opening his eyes, the boy sat up. Hermione, for the first time, got a good look at him. He had high cheekbones, large green eyes, full, pink lips, and pale skin. He was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. He wore a shiny blue top and trousers, and no shoes. "Who are you?" repeated Tonks, obviously not cowed by his looks.
"My name..." He paused, as if trying to remember something, an action that put both Hermione and Tonks on guard, "Is Altair."
"Well, Altair, it's obviously not safe for you to be wandering around here," said Tonks, hoping to trick the boy into coming with her. "Let me take you somewhere you'll be helped, okay?"
"Okay," he agreed, picking up an old locket from the ground. Slipping it over his neck, he followed the pink-haired Arour.
Well, dear readers, please tell me what you think in review form. Even if you hate it. It will be continued, as will The Hogwarts Experiment. I know, I know, I shouldn't begin another story with...three on the go already, plus one that doesn't really need updating. But the plot bunnies struck me. It was awful- I simply couldn't stop writing. Another chapter of all three will be posted soon, if you're waiting. If you are, I'm really, really sorry.
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