A/N: This is the second story I've started but I haven't been writing for very long so please review.
He was falling through a kaleidoscope of swirling images. Faces, houses, strange creatures, machines, plants, they flashed past his eyes. There was no connection between the chaotic pictures, no order or reason. It was a whirlwind made from fragments of worlds, reflections of the past and parallel futures. The echoes of sounds, roars, words in unknown languages. Languages? what did he know about languages? He wasn't one of the mortals who lived on those worlds. He was a lost spirit, he'd been trapped in this vortex, watching infinity spin around him for as long as he could remember. But then why was he a he? spirits didn't have genders. And how did he know about languages? He couldn't possibly have been one of those creatures on the physical plane could he? Then the spiral of universes stopped, one of the images came into focus. It was a face, the face of a boy, the spirit realised with surprise. The spirit immediately looked at the boy's eyes, they were bright emerald green. The spirit knew that he'd never seen this boy before, but as soon as he saw those eyes memories flooded his mind. He had been a boy, on a different world to the one with the green eyes, but very similar. He remembered growing up and studying, summoning a creature to work for him. Discovering plots, being trapped by men with demonic powers. Dying. But what was his name? He frantically searched his newly regained memories... nothing. He couldn't remember his name and he was being pulled closer to the piercing eyes of the boy. He tried to resist the pull, he didn't know where he was going or what it would be like, he wanted to stay where he knew it was safe. He pulled away from the boy, desperate to wait in the vortex until he found his world but it was useless. Just before he came into contact with the boy, he remembered, my name is... darkness enveloped him.
In the Gryfindor common room an eleven-year-old boy sat in an armchair by the fire. He had messy black hair and bright emerald green eyes. His name was Harry Potter, Harry had come down to the common room after being awakened by a nightmare a few hours ago. Now, alone in the empty room and listening to the quiet crackling of the flames, Harry was thinking about his life and how much had changed in such a short time. Before he got his Hogwarts letter he'd slept in the cupboard under the stairs and he'd thought that his parents died in a car crash. Then Hagrid came and he found out that he was a wizard, he was famous for surviving the killing curse and destroying the dark wizard who had killed his parents. Harry hoped that there wouldn't be any more surprises, he wasn't sure if he could handle it. He yawned and looked at his watch, it was about five seconds to midnight.
"Five, four, three, two..."
As the big hand got to twelve there was a flash of rainbow light in Harry's eyes and he slumped to the floor. Once again Harry's life had changed forever.
A/N: This chapter is quite short but the next one will be longer. Please review.