Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way shape or form. I know this plotline has been done before, but I believe I have my own original twists that will make it interesting. It's my first fic, let me know how I do?
A change. A pulling at his navel, a sudden loss of sight, smell and spatial orientation.
No, this was more than it had been in the past. He was all too familiar with the peculiar sensation of a portkey gripping his form, depositing it moments later halfway across the country. It wasn't apparition either. Both phenomena lasted seconds.
This continued for as long as he could remember. He knew he was sleeping, but both his magic and his Occlumency made him aware of his surroundings even while his physically body forced him to sleep.
Wake up! he tried to tell himself, but his body would not respond. He felt as if he was slowing down, not that he could feel speed. He was getting closer and...
No... losing awareness... Occlumency... breaking. Magic... inactive.
The Boy Who Lived arrived at his destination, completely unaware of himself and his surroundings. His magic inactive for the first time in two years, resting and no longer assessing the world around him for threats. His mental and magical guards would not return until the next morning.
"Wake up Harry! Come on." A girl said nearby.
Harry immediately sat straight up in bed at the intrusion, reaching to his wand holster for his wand...
Which wasn't there. Breathe. He told himself. The girl in the door couldn't be more than 13, no way she was a death eater. Still...
The memory of traveling suddenly came back. He had no idea where he was, no idea where his wand was, and was too vulnerable. Take a chance, stall.
"Who are you?" asked Harry.
"What the... Harry we don't have time for this. We need to get down to breakfast, mom and dad are waiting!" She yelled back as she walked out of the room.
"Death eaters..." Harry muttered. Some kind of trick. Play along for now, until there's a chance to escape. Find your wand.
He looked around the room, noting various Quidditch posters, games, photo frames with... Definitely Death Eaters.
A family waved back to Harry from the photo, his mother and father, and the girl he presumed was supposed to be his sister.
Voldemort's cruelty knows no bounds. I've been tested before, such fantasies will not fool me to what's truly happening here.
Harry's eyes finally locked on the two things he needed most, his wand and broom. His hand touched it and immediately he felt the returning warmth of magic back at his fingertips. He disillusioned the broom so no one would notice it as he tied it to his back.
No time to dilly dally. They'll be up here any second. Go downstairs, first chance run and get to Dumbledore.
The house was spacious. The upper floors had two more bedrooms, a smaller one for the girl, two for the adults. Why did they think he would accept this world so easily? Am I resisting an Imperius curse or potion?
It doesn't matter. They think I'm going along with it. Whether they truly believe that or not doesn't matter. The moment's hesitation will allow me my chance to escape.
Walking down the steps, he turned and looked through the dining room into the kitchen and his blood ran cold.
Smiling… she was smiling and happy. Lily Potter appeared to be cooking and smiling to her husband at the kitchen table as her daughter stood near a mirror next to him, fixing her hair.
"Come in Harry, sit down and have breakfast. We have to leave soon to beat the rush to Diagon Alley," said James.
I can't bear this. I have to leave now, this is too much. They'll know I'm resisting whatever they put on me to believe this farce.
Harry's eyes scanned the room for any tactical advantage. His eyes lit up when he reached the girl next to him. Harry looked at the man posing as James in his eye… he knew.
"Stupefy!" enchanted Harry.
With Auror quick reflexes, the other man responded, "Protego!" deflecting the curse, leaving Harry enough moments to get the girl next to him in a choke hold with his wand pointed at her head.
"Don't move, or I swear this girl's blood will be on your hands" Harry said, scanning the two adults for hostile movement. The man had his wand pointed straight at him, and he could tell the woman had one on her too, though she tried to appear distraught as she fingered her wand.
"Harry what are you doing! Stop this now, let Sarah go! She's your sister!" The man yelled.
"Please Harry let's talk about this." Said the woman.
"Quiet, Death Eaters. I have no qualms about using a reducto curse on this girl's head if it means my freedom, and saving the world from a future death eater. We'll be leaving now, don't follow." Harry said quickly, backing up slowly.
Sarah had been struggling at first, been when she had these words from the boy she thought was her brother she became truly scared.
The man moved, and Harry tightened his grip.
"No closer!" Harry yelled, and the man stopped.
They were finally at the door.
"Open the door" Harry said to the girl.
Sarah looked fearfully to her mother and father.
"It's okay Sarah, go with your brother. I'm sure he's just playing a prank on us, we'll sort it out later," said the woman appearing as Lily Potter.
Sarah nodded and the two stepped outside. Harry saw Sirius's bike in the driveway and saw his escape route.
Casting a minor locking charm and conjuring a huge boulder to block the door, those born to magical lives don't often think of muggle limitations when trying to open doors he thought as he pushed Sarah to the bike. He got to the bike and indeed, every detail matched the bike he knew once belonged to Sirius.
"You can't start it without the keys" said Sarah. "That's why they let you leave." Her tone made it perfectly clear she thought this would end here. She stiffened when he pulled out his wand.
"This way needs no keys, it is locked only to those who do not know the words." Said Harry as he held his wand over the bike. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
And it started.
Harry had her get in the passenger seat as he drove. After about five minutes of driving, he pulled over.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Harry said, as he watched her shivering in fear.
"You're not a death eater, are you? At least, you don't believe you're working for Voldemort," he asked as he looked at her sadly, as if realizing something.
"No, I'm not," said Sarah, uncertain of what was happening. She too was coming to realize, as much as the boy, no the man in front of her looked like her brother, he was not the sibling she grew up with.
Harry peered into her mind using Legilimency. The memories and thoughts he saw there all but confirmed his suspicions.
"You're innocent. I'm sorry I dragged you into this. They'll find you soon, and you'll be safe. I need to go alone from this point on." Said Harry as he pulled his wand on her.
"Stupefy." He whispered, and her world went black.
He pulled out his broom and kicked off into the sky. The ministry would track apparition and portkeys. He needed to get away from this area before he used his other travel methods. As he flew through the clouds he suddenly forced himself to drop as a spell went by over his head.
He looked behind, and the man he now knew to be James Potter was flying behind him. Cursing, Harry tried to speed up, but to no avail, to see if he could outrun him.
Dodging a few more spells, he knew he needed to see Dumbledore soon before he messed this world too much, and before his world started needing him.
"Let's play chicken" he muttered, as he sent his broom into a dive. James followed.
Faster. He forced himself to open up all his instincts as a seeker. After this they would be renaming this maneuver from the 'Wronski Feint' to the 'Potter Suicide Dive'.
James was freaking out. The speed at which he saw his son going, he didn't think he could pull out. But he had to catch him, something was terribly wrong.
The ground was closer. Both men knew how long they had to pull up before they'd fly into the ground.
3… 2… 1… James gripped the handle of his broom, forcing himself back into the sky. Harry's flight down continued.
He jumped, running onto the ground as his broom scraped the dirt. After running along side his decelerating broom he pulled it back up and flew as James approached the ground where he assumed his son had crashed.
As Harry flew through the sky, he waved his hand and an archway opened up in front of him. He flew through, seeing the landscape of Hogwarts on the other side.