AN-Well, ummm, yeah...rabid plot bunnies is all I can say. This story came to me when I was reading "The Perfect Man", "Always" and "Once upon a love", all stories that involve Harry going back into the past and falling in love with Edward. I, since my brain works on a weird level, got to thinking, "What if it wasn't Edward, but Jasper?" And so this little fic was born.
Like I don't have enough fics on my plate as it is
Disclaimer-I own nothing
Prologue
Harry Potter was lost.
And in Deep Trouble , probably worse trouble than he had ever been in in his life.
"BOY!" He cringed as his Uncle's voice rang throughout the house and he ran faster down the corridors of the old Southern Mansion.
Harry wasn't even supposed to be here, but a last minute mishap with Mrs Figg had left the Dursley's no other choice than to bring their nephew along as they went on a business trip to the American South. Texas to be more exact.
Harry had been thrilled. The seven year old had never been out of Little Winging, and to get to go to America was like a dream come true, though the Dursleys had ranted for days about how it was costing them thousands that they didn't have to take him.
Now it was more like a nightmare. He took a sharp turn, heading deeper into the empty mansion. They had turned the lights out an hour before, probably to encourage him to stay still so they could find him, thinking a child of his age would be terrified of the big house in the dark. Harry had gotten very used to eluding detection in his years avoiding Dudley, so they had been searching for him for hours without any luck. He had gotten separated from the group early on during the tour, trying to escape Dudley and his bullying, and had quickly disappeared in the sprawling house.
He thought he was somewhere in the basement now, he had taken a long flight of stairs a while back but he couldn't be sure, and he wasn't going to head back anytime soon. He considered himself a smart kid, and when his uncle used that tone of voice, it had always led to beatings and being locked into a cupboard for weeks. Harry was going to avoid that as long as possible.
"Harry." The voice came from the left of him, and Harry turned slowly, his eyes wide, as a figure came out of the shadows. He looked about the age of the teens Harry saw hanging out on the corner in front of Surrey High as he was heading to the elementary. His curly hair hung down to his shoulders in a style that his aunt would have found supremely offensive.
He also had Amber eyes, eyes that sent a warning zap to Harry's brain that had him taking two steps backwards. The teen just smiled, a smile that did just as much to Harry as the eyes did, but in the opposite way. That smile had him wanting to take a few steps towards the teen.
"Who are you?" Harry fought to keep his voice steady, and the teen just smiled wider, taking a step towards him.
"Always the same." He sounded amused, and Harry just looked at him, confused. Harry didn't know this kid, he didn't even look familiar.
Or did he?
Harry looked closer, something tickling at the back of his brain.
Did they know each other?
Then it hit the seven year old.
He had passed the teen the night before, when Uncle Vernon had kicked him out to get ice from the machine two floors up. He'd helped him find the machine.
Just as Harry was going to point this out, and wondering to himself how they'd both ended up here at the same time, another figure stepped out of the shadows, and smirked at the other.
"Easy Jazz, you're freaking him out." He turned to face Harry, and the little boy found himself dumbstruck.
He was staring at himself. Older, obviously, but even at seven Harry was smart enough to recognize himself.
That was it. Harry turned and ran, heading down the nearest hallway. He was getting out of this Twilight Zone before things went even weirder.
Not that he thought you could top seeing yourself, older when you knew that you were only seven.
It was too bad for him that he didn't see the stairs that loomed in front of him, until he was falling down them, his head smacking each step as he went down.
During his fall, he slung a hand out to try and grab something, anything, to slow or stop his fall, but all he managed to do was slide his fingers across small shapes carved in the wood.
Shapes that glowed dark red when he touched them.
One last, hard hit on the stairs, and Harry's world went black.
At the top of the stairs, Christian Keningham winced in remembered pain as the small body of Harry Potter went tumbling down the stairs. His companion placed a hand of his arm, squeezing softly.
"He'll be alright, sweetheart, you know that." Jasper hated to see his mate like this, the sadness and remembered pain radiating from him strong enough to make the blond wince, but it was unavoidable. This had to happen, or the past would be changed beyond all imagining. Christian just sighed.
"I know, Jasper, I know. But I can't help feeling for him. What he's going to go through." Jasper just shook his head, and tugged Christian up the stairs.
"There's nothing you can do to change things. Now we better get back to Forks before Alice sends out the Calvary." He sent a soothing wave of emotion towards the other, anything to head of the depression those emotions were going to cause him, which earned him rolled eyes, but Christian followed him up the stairs anyway, grumbling under his breath.
Little did they know that they had just altered their own futures.
AN-So this chapter really didn't end like I wanted it to, but it leds me into the next part. This one is an older story, so its not quite as polished as I would like, and not as long as my later stuff, but I'm hopefully going to get it up to scratch as soon as I can.
Let me know what you thought!
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