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HI, just a reminder that this is a fan fiction and because I'm not J.K I can't tell you the inner working of the character minds they will be OOC and that this will probably not have the canon pairings it might have some slash in it might not so read or don't you chose.

Chapter one: The Explosion

The only thing in this moment that I felt was the agony of drawing in a breath through my raw and dry throat, it was like having several sewing needle lodge in the wind pipe. As the moments started to pass I was able to start to think or focus on anything beside the pain of breathing. However, I had no idea what I was supposed to be thinking of or where to start thinking. A voice after a few moment or minuets (time was not really apparent to me at this moment) came into my head, the voice sound oddly like Snapes snapping at me saying, "Start at the beginning you idiot boy."

The last thing I remember, what was the last thing I remember? Thinking to something I could remember I saw Snape glaring down at Lavender Brown his arms crossed one black eyebrow raised and pale skin framed by black greasy hair. She looked terrified.

Drawing in another long breath, I mentally groaned as it passed into my lungs and the pain of breathing once again crossed my mind. As I was able to settle back into a not as painful breathing rhythm I continued to think back on my last memory. Snape was talking to Lavender with a voice that clearly said "I'm going to kill you," before turning and ordering me to fix the mess that she had made. He was probably hoping that it blow up in my face. As I thought on it harder I began I remember sitting next to her, she reached for some ingredient and went to add it, as she was about to tip the powder in Snape yelled "NO", but it was too late the powder was already falling and as the yell echoed she dropped the hole container into cauldron. It was as if the next moment happened in slow motion (just everything dangerous or import did around me.) Jumping up I pushed Lavender out of the way as hard as I could before the explosion engulfed me that had erupted from the caldron. That was the last thing I remember.

"I was in a fucking explosion," I thought savagely. "No wonder I hurt," after that I didn't try and move I was either dead or about to be dead with a very slim chance of survival. But that was okay I could live with that, I mean sure Voldemort had only just come back and everyone thought I was a liar and I was tired of the constant abuse of my fellow peers, "Pathetic" the Snape like voice ran through my head again. I snorted, but then right after regretted it as a new found pain shot through me with a striking fury. This caused my eyes to shoot open (which up until this point I had not realised that they where closed.)

"Easy young sir, easy," a squeaky voice that reminded me of Dobby spoke to me "Sibby has gone to get, Madam Greenbes to help you, young sir." I didn't say anything only tried to focus, on what was above me before I realised that I couldn't because my glasses were missing. "Oh My Goddess," came a new voice, a female one from somewhere to the left above me. "Sibby go get the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore and Slughorn at once." That was really the last thing that I heard because in the next couple of moments spells where preformed and things became very quiet and I could not hear anything, not even the drawing ragging breath that I had moments before.

I'm not sure how long it was before I came to again, but I remember hearing the woman who spoke before complain, "... honestly, he can't be allowed to get away with this sir, I have a boy here that was so close to death that I wouldn't be surprised if there after effect and he was too busy with his "Slug club,"' the woman said the name with a bit of disgust, "to even come, the boy could have died," the woman seem to have stopped to draw in a breath and slam something down with a loud Smack . "My dear Abigail I'll be sure to talk to him, and express how unhappy we all are that he did not respond to his duty," a voice that sound slightly familiar to me, like I heard it only in passing or something. "Ha, fat lot of good that would do," the woman snapped. There was intake of breath like the male voice was going to say something before it was cut off by a voice I knew "It seem that our young friend is awake." Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I cracked open my eyes at this, now at least surrounded by someone I trusted (though come to think of in the last year he hasn't given me much reason to trust him).

"Hello, young man, you gave us quiet a scare," I attempted to pull myself up but the woman came into view and pushed me down, "don't get up you silly boy you are still recovering," I turned to look at her. She was in her late forties maybe early fifties, her hair was kind of blond but grey streaks where evident, she had blue eyes that were like the sky on a clear day, she kind of reminded me of Luna but older, much older. "I know that many things are probably muddle but can you tell me your name," Professor Dumbledore had come in closer to my bed side; I stared at him in confusion.

"Sir, it me Harry," I said my voice horse like. Stopping, I looked at him closer confusion was crossing his eyes, it was then I noticed his beard which was different, it still very long it was just reddish. It was after I noted this, that our mind seemed to meet along the same line. "What year is it?" I asked as he said at the same time in a very calm voice, "Can you tell me what year it is my boy?" I glanced at the other two people who seemed to have caught on rather quickly. "1996 February the 12th Friday," Dumbledore only nodded at this looking up at a man who ha dark gray hair the length of his shoulders and a beard that was just shorter than his hair.

"Well young sir, it seems that you have landed yourself in 1944," I really didn't know what to say to that, except maybe "ah." I presumed that this was Professor Armando Dippet or the headmaster.

"As time travel has only begun to even be considered here we might have a slight problem sending you home," the was a silent pause. "Can you tell us how you got to this year we might be able to send you back with a little extra information," the Headmaster asked casually however I could see it in his eye that he hardly trusted me words.

"Ah," I pause "That might be hard, as I was in my potions class and I was told to help correct a student work cause she was wrong, and then as I made my way over she accidently drop a whole lot of this powder in, I pushed her out of the way as the explosion erupted but I seemed to have been caught in the blast." As I finished my short reencounter I looked around and saw that Madam Greenbes had pursed lips.

"Gryffindor aren't you and probably a Potter to boot," she huffed out "Always in here Potters are, it just like them you see able to see dangerous situation, and now you'll probably have another ability to go with it from crossing back and forth."

"Sorry, but what Potter ability?" I was slightly curious at this; I'd never heard of any "Potter ability" before.

"Ha, Potter Heir to Gryffindor, has the ability to slow time or move faster in time of most need, Ha" she said rather loudly again "But how can you not know that your peartens dead or something," she glanced at me and must of saw something in my facial expression because she went bright red. "Oh goddess I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean, I, it's just late, I, I'm sorry," she stuttered out an apology but was save by Dumbledore "Well yes, anyway, you can't go by Potter here we already have two so until a solution presents its self can you create another name for yourself or would you like one of us come up with something?" I thought for a moment

"Harry Evans?" I asked unsure if it was a good chose. The headmaster who had remained rather quiet nodded.

"It'll pass, you'll be sorted and I think you'll say that the treat from Grindelwald forced you to abound home schooling and join us, what year are you in?" Grindelwald, "Bugger I didn't think of him" I thought bitterly, granted I only realized that I was in 1944 about tenish minutes ago and in those ten minute I leant I was the heir of Gryffindor and had some kind of gift for slowing down time and something else. "Um fifth year sir," I said carefully wondering what the curriculum was like and if it had change much.

"Very good, You can make up your back story to your peers, I'll bring down the sorting hat tomorrow morning but you'll need to spend the next week or two resting, " I winced at this, bed rest got boring after a while. "You did just survive and explosion, lad" a small smile passed across his lips. I strached my lips tightly in response before watching the two men leave. As Dumbledore got to the door he turned. And smiled with a twinkle in his eyes he said "Welcome to Hogwarts Mr. Evans," before closing the door behind him.

So what do you thing? I'll try and keep to character as possible but they probably will all be OoC to go with the plot line. Um oh and I would like Beta that if anyone is interested and any information that is wrong please feel free to tell me I got it wrong. Some things I will change, like the potter being Gryffindor heir and having a power. (I just thought it was unfair that the Snakes where the only one with an Ability)

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