OKAY THIS IS IMPORTANT SO I COMMAND YOU TO READ. I absolutely love fanfictions where Harry goes back in time and meets his parents, but I can't find any anywhere, so if you're writing one or you know a good one, PLEASE pm me. This is my first hp Fanfiction, so go easy on me.

Harry was sad. And lonely. So sad and lonely infact, that he decided to take a walk around the corridors instead of risking taking all of his bottled up emotions onto someone else, like a giant tidal wave. As he patrolled the hallway, he found himself getting more and more lost. He didn't really care anyway. The place was so messed up any way, Harry had a sneaking suspicion that he would be able to walk right through the broken walls. All of the tapestries had fallen into tiny heaps of burnt fabric, and traces of blood was covering the floor. Craters were placed haphazardly on the floor, causing Harry to trip more than a couple times. He passed many overturned pieces of things, such as a mahogany table, so splintered you could scrape a piece off with your fingernail. Harry finally sat down, panting from his long walk, on a elegant column that looked relatively clean. He probably looked forlorn because of how serious everything was, but he didn't care. What he did next was something no forlorn wizard would do. He dropped his wand. Into a pit. Full of dirt and spiders and debris. Sighing, he realized there was a gash in his robes, that just happened to be where he kept his wand. Harry leaned over the white slab and searched for it, while finding something wand shaped and pulling it out. To his dismay, it was just a rather old looking scroll. Looking back, he found ahistorical wand, which he stuffed hastily into his other pocket. Harry began to then wander the halls, scanning them for an entrance to a place at least fairly familiar. He stopped in front of the two gargoyles that guarded the headmistress/headmaster's office. Harry collapsed, so relieved to see a familiar sight. After sitting down, he realized he brought the scroll he had found earlier with him. It was all sweaty after staying in his hands for so long, but Harry could still make out the familiar scrawl that wrote his name on the side. It was his mother's.

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