Spinning Time
Dedicated to: My big sister Rosamond, who celebrates her name-day today.(26.07.07.)
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Chapter 1:
Harry Potter was having a very bad night - restless, waking and falling asleep from time to time, thanks to the unpleasant adventures he had during the past year. Everything came back, starting from when he was so glad Dumbledore would take him on the Horcrux Hunt. How had he thrilled to the idea, and thought the wise headmaster appreciated him - on his last day.
He saw him yet again, the tall figure hit square in the chest by the jet of bright green light, so helpless. And Harry could do nothing, he was gone. Just like that...
Panting and sweating, the boy with the scar on his head woke again. He gasped for breath, thinking over what he had lived through. He rolled off the bed, and stood by the window, looking into the night. Dark and suspicious, who knows till when?
Hardly any stars could be seen in the sky, black and gray clouds stood mighty and strong - powerfully unmovable. Nobody knows whats under these same skies, how many hooded Death Eaters, waiting for command, how many scared witches and wizards under blankets that don't warm freezing souls, which suffer from fright...
Harry stood there for a long time, thinking about what his life had been like, all the shocks, unexpected twists and turns, and unconsciously came to a fact. Out of his nearly seventeen years, he had enjoyed the past 6 years of possible danger more than the safe suffering. How hard it is to endure the Dursleys, though he knows he is safe with them.
Probably he resembles his father in this too- prefer the risk, just because it would be more comfortable.
His eyes wandered over the black silhouettes of big houses and tall trees, searching the skies for a black dot somewhere. He knew Hedwig woudn't be back for long yet, but still he wished the company of someone. Hedwig flew away a few hours ago, on the night of her owner's birthday, obviously seeking Harry's friends, to ensure presents...
Harry was still searching the skies, when he found the only shining star between the massive clouds. It was blinking and disappearing from time to time, struggling to break free off the huge smokes of clouds surrounding it, like a drowning fighter, never giving up. Harry wouldn't take his eyes off it - the star touched some feeling in him, filled him with courage, and ... sadness.
He thought of his Dad, Mum, and Sirius. And Dumbledore, and all the brave wizards and witches who stood up to Lord Voldemort, and wished he could be as brave as any of them. The star slowly faded, and Harry leaned closer to the window. He looked at his watch, and saw that it was 7 minutes till his birthday.
In just seven minutes, his whole life will change. A new chapter will open before him, a chapter, if possible, even more serious than this one. Serious and cruel, as Harry had had to learn so far, cruel and heartless. Or not. Turning seventeen as a wizard is a great change, he can use magic any time, but it will also mean he will have to fight.
Fight. What a cruel word, in a cruel world. Still, it's his job. He has to do it, for that star. For his parents, who died for him. For Sirius. For Dumbledore. For the previous Order members. They all sacrified themselves for one moment, and those yet alive have to fight for that moment. The moment, when these cruel and mighty clouds clear away.
That will be his moment. All forms of evil shall disappear, fog away, vanish. All sadness shall blossom out, and leave sweet memories. Memories of olden days, memories of the past, and the faithful people who gave all they had, their life just for that moment.
But when will it come? How many shall suffer, how much, in what way, how? How can evryone bear it? Nothing. Nobody knows. All we know is nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Thing. Thing. Thing...
The word echoed in Harry's mind, and made his head ache. He felt his scar which was burning. A cold rush went through his whole body, making him shiver, he lowered his head, and felt crumpled up... squashed and defeated...
Then he jumped as if he had an electric schock. His whole body buzzed slightly with energy, he held his head high, and looked out of the window with new bravery and courage. He will not be defeated. He will fight, and fight alone, if necessary.
He will give his last drop of blood to prevent the Dark Powers from succeeding. His scar still burned, but he didn't care. He was dead tired, but he didn't care. All he cared about, was reaching his goal, which he could see clearly, now.
He looked at his watch again. 5 and a half minutes till his birthday. Five and a half minutes till his new life, four minutes to gain all the courage he will need for the rest of his life, however long that may be.
He looked back at the clouds, to the spot where the fighting star had faded away three minutes before. His thoughts wandered to the Mirror of Erised. A passing memory flickered through his mind of his first year, and how he had watched his family for long nights.
He knew what he'd see now. He'd see his moment. The moment. He'd see the world free of cruelty and evil, and he would see love surrounding him.
Then and there, he decided to do whatever was needed to reach his goal. The moment so many had died for: Voldemort's Death.
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It was 4 minutes to Harry Potter's birthday, the boy who was standing next to his window, watching the night sky. He spotted two black patches in the sky. Owls.
One was Hedwig, carrying a brown parcel, with the Hogwarts crest on it - Hagrid's gift. Harry tore it open eagerly, to find a half-squashed toffee cake (though you never know with Hagrid), and a small glass orb-like oval- well, ball.
The other owl brought a box from Hermione, carefully wrapped, what other than a book. It had a beautiful emerald cover, with one silver streak in it. It had no title, but as Harry flipped it open, he saw tiny writing in silver and gold. Handwritten, judging by the letters, every chapter was written by a different witch or wizard. It must have cost a lot.
Harry put it aside carefully, not surprised that he didn't get a cake from his bushy headed friend. Hermione's parents were dentists. Before he could read her and Hagrids card, another owl arrived, and didn't leave Harry peace till he freed it from it's burden. It contained a huge load of cakes and pasties and home-made cookies from Mrs. Weasley, and Ron's gift, a new kind of broomstick preserving cream.
A fourth owl soured into Harry's room that night, bringing a small packet in misty purple wrapping. Harry was surprised at first, then smiled when he looked at it. Ginny was gifted at giving the perfect gifts (hahaha).
He was looking at the four birthday cards he got, then looked out into the sky. There was only one more minute to his birthday, when he saw another black dot in the sky. It was a dark, black midnight-bird, the magical bird of darkness. It brought a small black letter, and Harry opened it wondering who sent him the letter.
Then he saw the small Dark Mark on the edge of the paper, mystery solved about who sent it. But why would Lord Voldemort send a letter to the Boy Who Lived, of all people. He should know Harry'd never turn to the Dark side.
He read it quickly:
Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived
I will surprise you on this wonderful night, by wishing you a happy birthday. I went as far as arranging you a pleasant surprise - a birthday surprise, if you please. No doubt you'll enjoy your stay at Hogwarts 7th year, especially in your dear parents company. Yes, Harry, and no doubt you'll like them so much, you'll stay in your parent's time FOREVER! With you gone, I can achieve my darkest deeds... don't worry, I arranged for your memory to be modified, and so, goodbye, Potter. No more fighting for you! Enjoy your doom... NOW!
the Dark Lord
As Harry read the last line, he felt the parchment grow hot, and managed a last glance at his watch - exactly the moment of his birth, and on his seventeenth birthday, a letter from Voldemort turned into a portkey, and took him to his parent's 7th year at Hogwarts. Vldemort's newest evil trick was turning out to be quite well-thought and planned. With Harry out of the way, he had a sure chance of victory.
The parchment reached it's highest temperature, white-hot, causing Harry a lot of pain, the world span around him, and he felt his insides lurch. He was traveling back in time.
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A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fic (second fic of any type), and I started writing it before the seventh book came out, so it takes place after the 6th book.
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