Oookay, so…instead of doing any of my other stories, I'm starting a new one. But don't fret, it is going to be good, and you will enjoy it! It's also kind of short; so it won't take me long to finish!
Harry saves the world and decides he's done with modern problems. He wants to travel back to the Founders Era to live out his life, but he ends up in the year 1898, where Dumbldore is 17, and looking at him rather funny… AD/HP
Extended Vacation
Chapter OneTears of Remembrance
Harry walked through the Ministry for the last time. Stepped into the elevator for the last time. Arrived on the ground floor for the last time.
Lately, all he had been thinking about was the last time he would do this or that. But he far from regretted his choice. No, he was very happy he had decided to do this. Dumbldore's very last gift to him was for him to be able to get away from the problems of the modern world now that his duty was done.
An anxious looking Ron joined him as soon as he began to walk down the hallway. Harry nodded his head a bit to him but didn't say anything. He didn't want to think about talking to Ron for the last time.
"Hermione pleads that you won't go through with it." Ron started quietly. Harry nodded and sighed. He had been arguing with her for nearly a month after telling her his plans, and she nearly fainted when he told her he had been wanting to do it ever since Dumbldore's notes on time travel had been found.
"Why do you want to leave us so badly?" She had whispered when yelling at him hadn't worked. It broke his heart, but even her tearful words couldn't change his mind.
"I know." Harry said to Ron at the present moment. "But it's not going to change anything." Ron just nodded and glanced at his friend sadly then away once more.
They arrived at a small office in silence. Ron opened the door and Harry stepped inside first, looking at a small round man who sat at a desk much to big for him and the office.
"Ah, Mr. Potter. Prompt. Very prompt." Snape was probably turning over in his grave at those words. "Here is it, written up, and in no need of a signature. The one important paper you'll never sign, eh?" He let the pathetic joke lead the silence, as Harry looked the paper over. His time of death was 12:00, in about twenty minutes time.
"Everything seems in order. All my possessions have been transferred to Mr. And Mrs. Weasley?" Ron and Hermione, as his best friends, and newly married, had been given everything. Both had been quick to refuse it, but Harry had muttered, holding back tears, that he had no one else to give it to, and they had finally given in, promising to spoil Harry's Godson with it.
"Indeed, Mr. Potter. Everything is taken care of." The man said and Harry nodded.
"Alright then, let's go." Harry said and the man walked around his desk, leading the somber friends away.
With a stroke of his finger, much like that of a goblin at Gingotts, the man unlocked a door at the end of a corridor. He led them both down a steep stair case, and they came upon a room with a circular pattern on the floor. Off to the side Hermione and two other ministry officials stood.
Hermione burst into life at the sight of Harry and hurried over to him. "Harry!" Was all she said as she crushed him in a painful hug. They stood like this for a full minute before she finally let go.
"'Mione…" Ron said quietly when she just stood there, soaking up the image of his face.
Finally Hermione decided to speak. "I'm pregnant." She declared dramatically, and both Ron and Harry blanched. Ron's hand went for her stomach, and she slapped it away, and Harry looked horrified.
"I just found out." She continued. "Or I would have told you sooner." Harry shook himself out of his stupor.
"Oh 'Mione. I can't stay. Not even for your baby." He said sadly and she looked down, sniffing.
"I know. But…I just thought you'd like to know." And this time she let Ron bring her into his embrace, stoking her stomach as his mind filled with sadness of his friend leaving, and wonder of what his child would be like.
Harry knew if he decided to stop now, he could. While technically illegal, the newborn ministry wouldn't dare get a bad image in the public so soon by sending the savior away against his will. That would be political suicide. Luckily for them, he had no plans of backing out at the last minute.
"Now Mr. Potter." A ministry official, female this time, said as she approached him. She glanced at her watch nervously, then back at him. "You know that you are not to alter history in any way, and that you have spells on you to keep you from doing so."
"Yes." Harry said tonelessly. His tongue would suddenly stiffen if he began to reveal future information, not that he had any plan to.
"You will be sent to the front of Hogwarts. The date will be July-"
"No time, just get him in the circle, he's been over this almost a hundred times!" The small man from before shouted. Alarmed, the woman looked at her watch again, and nodded to Harry, who hurried over to the center of the large circle. Hermione let out a soft sob.
"Good luck, Mr. Potter!" The third ministry official cried passionately.
"Oh Harry, I'll tell the baby all about you!" Hermione said.
"Good-bye, mate." Ron said solemnly, and with that, Harry was gone.
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Harry immediately knew something had gone wrong. The ground he collapsed on was covered in snow, and it was supposed to be July. Harry had planned to go to Hogwarts castle, during the times of the founders. He was intent on meeting the four of them, and spending his days in quiet study and pondering. Hermione would be proud of his choice, if she hadn't lost him for him to do it.
When he looked up he saw that he was indeed in front of Hogwarts castle. Time travel of this sort had been tested on only ten people before, and never for such an extended length of time. Maybe he was simply off by a few months. Nothing to worry about.
Dumbldore himself had created this new form of travel, and Harry would trust Dumbldore no matter what.
He got to his feet, feeling dizzy but excited. He hurried up to the castle and slipped inside, going over to the giant fireplace and began to warm his hands. Harry looked around, noting a lot of differences from the Hogwarts of his time, and the Hogwarts now.
Harry called out, but there was no answer, only portraits looking at him like he was insane. Slowly Harry walked over to the staircase, deciding to look around for himself. Did students attend school in winter during the founder's era? There was so much unknown about this time, and so much he wanted to learn.
"Whose there?" A male voice hissed and Harry looked elated, thinking it might be Godric Gryffindor. But no, a very unGodric man appeared. He wasn't very old, and had dark hair and eyes. He also looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps Salazar Slytherin?
"Who are you?" Harry asked, and the man glared.
"I should think I should be the one asking that, considering you are the intruder here." The man said and Harry frowned. But he knew better then to expect everyone to take to him kindly.
"Sir, I come from the future, seeking a simply life here in the past." Harry explained. It was one of the few things he could say out loud without the spells being activated. As it didn't say who he was, or where exactly he had come from, there was no harm in it.
The man looked surprised and disbelieving. He took in Harry's appearance slowly. "Let's say I believe you. Who exactly are you?"
Harry hadn't thought of a fake name for himself yet. Experimentally he tried to say his first name only. "Harry." It came out, surprisingly, and he was pleased. He didn't want to change his first name.
"Well Harry, I don't imagine you would mind a little truth serum, then, huh?" The man asked lightly and Harry shook his head. The spells would stand up to anything he asked. He was unafraid.
He was lead through the castle to the familiar gargoyle that guarded the headmaster's office. So this man was the headmaster? The man muttered the password so Harry couldn't hear before leading him over the staircase and into his office. It was less decorated then during Dumbldore's time.
"I must warn you, I am under spells from the ministry-well, I don't imagine there is a ministry of magic yet-" Harry started as he sat down in front of the desk with the man behind it, but the man cut him off.
"Of course there is, you dolt. We're not uncivilized, despite what the muggles may think." The man suddenly snapped. "What sort of facts do you have in the future?" He raised his eyebrows, obviously thinking Harry a serious liar, or very insane.
"What? But…" Harry was lost. Would they have had a ministry at this time? He hadn't thought there would be. "Who are you?" Harry asked again.
"Oh Honestly! I am Armando Dippet, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He said with a mock bow, now looking very sure Harry was insane.
Harry suddenly felt as if someone had thrown a cold bucket of water over his head. He was the headmaster before Dumbldore! "Wha-what year is it?" Harry whispered.
"Why, 1898, my boy." Dippet said, and blinked in astonishment as Harry let out an anguished cry like he had just been punched in the face.
Not only was he in the wrong year, Albus Dumbldore was alive and young, and most likely somewhere in this very castle! Harry started to hyperventilate, not believing that he had only gone back this far, and with no way to return!
He didn't realize until he was trust into his chair that he had stood up. Dippet was bent over him, trying to speak comforting words.
The Headmaster moved around his desk, looking at the young man in concern. He was still fairly young, only in his thirties, and rather nervous to have had this stranger turn up without alerting any alarms. They would have never known about him had he not called out, shocking Dippet who had been patrolling the halls near by.
"My boy, just what is the matter?" He asked, knelling in front of Harry.
"I'm from…from the late 1900's." Harry whispered and Dippet's eyebrows shot up.
"Do you know someone who lives during the era that is alive now?" Dippet asked and Harry nodded.
"And he's in this school right now, I think." Harry said and Dippet stood up.
"Oh no…oh dear. This is very bad indeed, Harry." He said, worrying his hands together. What could they possibly do about this?
"Are you going to have me killed?" Harry asked, looking up at Dippet, white faced. The ministry had warned that should he not go back far enough, the Ministry could legally order his death to protect the future.
"Oh no, no, no!" Dippet cried, grabbing his chest. "Good heavens, no. We will merely have to hide you, Harry. I won't allow a young man to simply die. I take it this is an accident and you did not mean to come to this time?" When Harry nodded he continued. "We'll give you a fake surname, and put you as one of my teacher's assistants. Do you happen to have a good subject?" He asked.
"Yes…I was pretty decent at Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry said and Dippet nodded.
"Very good, very good. Good man, Mr. Potter, too." Harry felt a shock go through him. Potter? Potter was a common name, though. Maybe they weren't related? He'd have to be careful about what he said in front of the man in any case. "Now then, what surname would you like to go by? I hope you will choose something fairly common." He said.
Harry thought for a moment then nodded. "I'll be Jones." Harry decided. "Harry Jones sounds like a fairly common name, don't you think?" Dippet smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Alright then, Mr. Jones, let's introduce you to your new master." Dippet said, standing up and lead Harry off.
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Mr. Potter was an ancient little man with no children, so Harry was fairly sure they weren't related. Maybe a great uncle or something at the most.
Harry lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling. He was sleeping in a guest room attached to Professor Potter's rooms, but he couldn't sleep.
Harry had been training for months to live in the far off past. In this time, there would be very little difference between the future and now. He was going to have to face Dumbldore as well. The man would be his student, even.
Now there was a scary thought. How could he possibly be a teacher to Dumbldore? The man had taught him so much before his death, and even after.
Tears suddenly burned Harry's eyes at that moment. He was going to see Dumbldore again. Alive, and young, with emotions and thoughts. It was almost too much to take. He found himself wanting to warn Dumbldore, but he knew at the same time he couldn't. He probably would not have defeated Voldemort if not for Dumbldore's death, and the spells on him with make his tongue stiffen up the moment he tried.
Harry turned over on his side, letting the tears slip down his face and wishing he had sucked it up and stayed in his rightful time.
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Harry had a very nerve wracking day. It probably didn't help that he hadn't slept at all the night before, to busy worrying about facing Dumbldore. He proved to be off little use to Professor Potter other then that he always wanted to do the roll call, checking to see if Dumbldore was on the list. During breakfast and lunch he searched the Gryffindor table but could not tell which student could possibly be Albus.
It was the last class before dinner, and Harry's palms were sweating. Maybe Dumbldore didn't have this class for the day. Harry thought about having to feel like this all week and sighed mentally.
He ran his eyes over the list. He was towards the top when he felt as if his heart would stop when he read "Dumbldore" before realizing that the first name was "Aberforth", not "Albus." Harry had completely forgotten about Dumbldore's younger brother.
"A-Aberforth Dumbldore?" He called out, getting a raised hand from a young man with red hair and bright blue eyes. Harry knew he'd be looking for someone similar in appearance to the boy that night at dinner.
Harry looked up and down every table that evening, even Slytherin, for Albus. But he was nowhere to be seen. The man, or rather, the boy, was impossible to find. Perhaps Harry had his dates wrong and Dumbldore didn't go to Hogwarts anymore after all?
Harry flopped in bed that night, feeling disappointed and relieved at the same time.
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Harry nearly had a heart attack when he saw Albus Dumbldore stroll right into class and sit down in the front row the next morning. He could tell from the similar appearance to Aberforth, only that Dumbldore was taller. His nose was still straight, and Harry recalled being told that Aberforth would later break it.
Harry called out his name with a small squeak when he did roll call, and felt as if he had swallowed his tongue when Albus waved and winked at him. Oh God, this was not happening.
Harry felt himself begin to panic. He turned to Professor Potter, who was looking at him behind his eyeglasses. He said something, but Harry couldn't understand him.
"I'm sorry." Harry squeaked. "I have to go to the bathroom." He dashed passed the confused class and out the door, missing the small smile on Albus's face.
Harry ran into the bathroom and locked himself in the closest stall, breathing deeply. He must have been mistaken. Surely Albus wasn't flirting with him. There had to be another explanation.
But who else could he had been winking at? Professor Potter? Harry groaned and pressed his temple against the door.
The scariest part was…for a moment, Harry had thought about winking back.
So what do you all think? Think I should stop making new stories and try sticking to one for a while? XD Let me know what you think about the story!