Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Harry Potter and will never own the wonderful story that is Harry Potter. If I did, the books would be horrible because my writing sucks, unlike JK Rowling's.
Chapter 2
"Yes, sir," Harry grabbed the time-turner and slid the chain around his neck. After twenty-one turns Harry disappeared in a flash of light…
When Harry opened his eyes, He found himself in Dumbledore's office. The light was shining through the lead-paned window. There was no portrait of Dumbledore behind the chair in front of the desk. It must have really worked. Harry had gone back in time to his parent's seventh year. Harry's though was cut short as a much younger version of Dumbledore opened the door and entered his office.
Harry turned his head to look at the entering Dumbledore.
"Oh no," Harry thought. He quickly took his invisibility cloak out of his robe pocket and wrapped it around himself. As Dumbledore entered the room, Harry backed into the corner. Once his old headmaster was through the door and sitting in his desk, focused on the parchment in front of him, Harry fled through the door. He ran down the flight of stairs and down the hall, out the main door and followed the path through the gate. Once Harry was past the castle grounds, he removed his cloak and put it back in the pocket of his robe and took off down the way to Hogsmead.
Harry had been walking for a while when he reached the Three broomsticks. He was about to go in but decided against it. He had seen his reflection in the glass of the door and remembered that he couldn't be seen like this. I turned away from the door and walked in the direction of the Hogshead.
"'Ello sir. What can I do for ya?" The bartender at the door asked. "How 'bout a nice cup o' mead?"
"No thank you. How about a room?"
"That I can do."
The barkeeper lead Harry up a narrow flight of rotting stairs and down a hall to a dark brown door.
"Here's your room sir."
"Thank you." Harry nodded his head and opened the door to his room.
He entered the room and closed the door behind him. To His right was a small arm chair, which he tossed his cloak on. On the wall next to the door was a dark, faded wood dresser. Above that was a dusty mirror. On the wall was a small, lead paned window with spiderweb cracks crawling out from a hole in the glass. On the wall across from the dresser was a thin, moth eaten bed. Of course, this was what to expect in the Hogshead. Harry fell forward onto the bed and fell asleep.
N/A: I'm sorry the chapter is so short and that it took me so long to update. I didn't even know I had a story to update. My friend and I tried to post the first chapter but it didn't work. Then I checked fanfiction and it turned out that I had posted it and I had reviews too. Sorry. I have the idea for chapter 3 and will update soon!
