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Harry stood up and peered around in the darkness. It looked like the same spot he had just left, yet younger, as if it had just taken a pepper up potion. What had that gold chain been? Harry thought it had just floated towards him and when it had touched him all he remembered was white and him waking up here. He noticed the trees and flowers, they looked almost new; and the tree in front of him was definitely smaller. Harry didn't know what to do, he didn't want to risk walking away to find Death Eaters, yet there was no point staying where he was, he would just die anyway. So after a while, he decided that the easiest and wisest choice would be to go and investigate-for, if he was still in the forbidden forest, then Hogwarts would be near. He trudged through the grass and woodland to the borders of the forest. When he looked up, he saw Hogwarts, but not the one that he remembered. The one that he remembered had been beaten, worn down to dust, and was missing a turret. This Hogwarts however was whole and shone with what could only be described as pure magic. The towers stood tall and the grass was green and healthy.
Curious, Harry wondered up to the front door. He then faced another dilemma, how to get in; he could always bang on the door until someone came and let him in, but he could be there for hours, he could also just give in and admit that he was never going to get in, but Harry Potter had never been one for giving in. So, he kept on brainstorming until (and he almost hit himself) he realised that he was a wizard and he could effectively snap his fingers and the door would open. Jokingly, Harry snapped his fingers thinking of the door opening. However, to his surprise the door opened and almost hit him bang on the nose. Harry's first thought was 'Hermione would be proud', but he shook his head and walked into the castle.
As he took his first few steps into the Entrance Hall, Harry started to think about what Hermione was doing at that moment, a picture came up in his head of Ron and Hermione snogging on the Gryffindor Common Room's sofa. Bitterness filled him and his vision clouded with rage. Harry almost ran straight to the Common Room. But then he remembered that this Hogwarts wasn't the same as his Hogwarts, and that he needed to see what was going on. He strode up to the doors of the great hall and at once they flung themselves open. He felt every head turn towards him, although he kept his down until he reached the heads table.
When he looked up however, he saw the one thing he never imagined. Albus Dumbledore was looking down at him through his half-moon glasses, his blue eyes twinkling with curiosity. Harry looked at him dumbfounded, and without thinking blurted out 'How, what…you're dead.' Dumbledore looked at Harry as though he was speaking gibberish and said 'as you can see, I am very much alive, may I enquire as to your name?' Harry didn't reply, but slowly turned around and took off his hood. As he did this, there were inaudible murmurs all around the room. He took in the students sat at their four tables, their robes all clean and neat. His eyes first travelled to the Slytherin table, where he saw a younger and less bat like Severus Snape. He then looked at Ravenclaw where he saw a girl who was almost identical to Cho Chang. As he peered down the Hufflepuff table, a loud cough from behind him jerked him to his senses and he turned back around to answer Dumbledore 'Harry Thomas, Sir, and could I please speak to you in private?' 'Well Mr Thomas, I am sure that can be arranged, would you mind joining us for dinner first though?' 'That would be lovely, thank you sir.'
Dumbledore summoned a chair and placed it in between himself and a younger Professor Flitwick. Harry sat down and started eating the wonderful pork chop that appeared in front of him. The rest of the hall seemed to take this as their cue to carry on as they were before, chatting loudly about this mystery man named Harry Thomas. Harry, whilst greedily eating his pork chop, looked around once more. His eyes settled on the Gryffindor table, and more specifically on the three boys laughing at a red haired girl who sat opposite them. It appeared that she was re-enacting someone, and by the looks of it, it was the black haired boy who had his arms crossed childishly across his chest, he was the only one out of the five of them that wasn't laughing, although he seemed on the edge of it. Harry recognised them at once. It was his parents, of course, after seeing Dumbledore, Harry had at once realised that he had somehow managed to travel back in time, but it was only now that he realised the implications of this. His parents were here, and judging by their behaviour, it was their seventh year.
Harry was overjoyed, he would get to meet his parents, and get to know them, something he had dreamed about for his entire life. Sirius was here too! And Remus, Harry wanted to jump for joy. Who had granted him this opportunity and how? Well of course, the gold chain had something to do with it, but Harry was too excited to think about the dangers of the situation, he even overlooked the fact that by being in this time, he could easily change the fabric of time, and possibly even ruin the future.
After he had finished his pudding and listened to Dumbledore's start of term speech, Harry grudgingly made his way up to Dumbledore's office and waited by the gargoyle. Dumbledore soon appeared and nodded towards Harry before whispering the password to the gargoyle and motioning Harry up the stairs. Harry looked around and saw that the office hadn't changed much, there were less spindly looking contraptions and far less books on the shelf, yet Harry still had the unsettling feeling that always accompanied him into the room. Dumbledore sat down behind the desk and conjured a chair that Harry promptly sat on.
'So, Mr Thomas, may I ask your purpose here tonight?' Dumbledore said with a crooked smile. 'I am here to apply for the empty teaching post.' Harry prayed to any God that there was an open position, and that he did not just make a fool out of himself. 'Ah yes, we cannot find anybody willing to take on the role of Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, it appears that there have been rumours going around about a curse.' Harry nodded knowingly. 'I will of course have to see if you are capable, would you mind doing a simple test for me?' Harry sagged in relief. Out of thin air a test and a quill floated down in front of Harry. He took the quill and eagerly filled out the test, it wasn't hard at all, infact, he was pretty sure that he could have completed this in his fifth year, although granted, not as well. After 5 minutes, Harry put down the quill and told Dumbledore he had finished. Dumbledore took the test and looked through it. He nodded to himself and gave Harry a simple form to fill out on personal details:
Name: Harry James Thomas
DOB: 31/7/1959 (Harry had to edit his birth year because he thought 1980 would look a little odd on a sheet in 1977.)
School: Durmstrang
Experience: fought Voldemort, death eaters and taught a DADA club.
Harry thought that this would be quite sufficient and gave it in to Dumbledore. After reading it through, Dumbledore nodded and said 'Mr Thomas, you are very suitable for this role and shall start immediately, your quarters is on the fifth floor, you will find it next to a portrait of a rather rotund lady' Harry chuckled at this description of the fat lady, bid Dumbledore goodnight, assured him that he would be able to find his way to his room and leisurely walked there looking forward to the next day when he would start teaching and hopefully, get to meet his parents.
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