It was a hazy night, and all the school's lights were off, except from the office of the man who seemed to perhaps never rest, Professor Dumbledore. Through the gleaming window in the tall tower, he was visibly pacing his study, head filled with thousands of ideas.
A silent and peaceful afternoon, smelling of petrichor and mist, was an undoubtably beautiful night. The bit of light the moon emitted was enough to see, but only barely.
However, this peaceful night was quickly torn to peaces.
A loud boom echoed throughout the school, and a boy, no older than 17, fell inelegantly out of what seems to be a portal of some sort.
He fell roughly, scraping his already beaten up knees as he rolled down the school's empty corridor.
He had just been fighting Voldemort in the battle of Hogwarts, and a curse was flying towards him- the most unforgivable curse. He flinched visibly thinking of it. At least he somehow managed to escape. Standing up, his ringing ears popped, and as his eyes adjusted. He noticed something. There was no one, not anywhere. It was suddenly night, and the school looked perfectly normal, if not newer looking than before the battle even begun.
A man, tall and strong looking, ran to the hallway nervously, coming to investigate the sound.
"Hello..? What are you doing out of bed at this hour? I'm really sorry, but you're going to have to come here." said the man, sort of gently, though. It was familiar, something about the voice...
Harry turned around, looking him straight in the eye, but from afar. Shocked, he stepped backwards, and so did the man. It was Neville... but older?
"No, it can't be... No. He died a long time ago! Who are you, and why are you doing this? If you're a student, you could be expelled for this. This is not funny, he was a good man and does not deserve this disrespect!" Yelled Neville, engulfed with anger.
"... Neville...? what... what's... going on..." said Harry, mind starting to fuzz. The world quickly faded to black.
Harry's knees hit the floor, and his body followed. Neville, terrified, picked up his body, and quickly walked to the Hospital Wing. As he ran, he was petrified. It couldn't truly be him! How could that even be possible? As he approached the hospital, he began to quicken his pace, setting Harry down on a bed. He then began to run, he had to go quickly as Harry was unsupervised. He got to Dumbledore's office and said the password to his office, nervously mixing up the words a bit, but getting it on the second try.
"Minerva? Are you there?" questioned Neville quietly.
"Yes. What do you need, Neville?" She answered patiently.
"It's- it's Harry. Harry Potter. He's in the Medical Wing. He just appeared out of nowhere! He's out cold though. I needed to get him a potion, but you should come quickly!" Neville said filled with anxiety.
"What..? But it can't possibly be! Are you sure about this, Neville? I don't believe this ever could be true!"
"It seems so. However, we need to make sure it isn't some kind of imposter."
"I agree! If Harry truly is back, though, we will need to figure out how and why. I will apperate down shortly. Go and get the nurse." McGonagall said cautiously.
Neville ran, getting the nurse quickly, and headed back to the Medical Wing.
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