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Times a' Changing

By Strawberry22


Change is always inevitable. It will come no matter how hard one tries to persuade it otherwise. The wizarding world in the future years had change dramatically from its previous old-fashion status. And it only took a mere second for a dark haired teenager to fully recognize this fact.

For Harry Potter, Diagon Alley was completely unrecognizable. In fact, he would of assumed that he was in another location if it weren't for Ollivander's ancient sign hiding among the many updated store fronts lining the crowed street. Harry was in shock as he scanned the people filling the roadway. Moments before he was working on completing a Advance Charm's Project with Hermione, when Neville decided to stop by. But with Neville, things are never so simple.

After defeating Voldemort, in a combined effort of the Order of the Phoenix and nameless and abundant witches and wizards, the wizarding world was once more safe from harm and evil. When Voldemort died, every person wearing the dark mark was overcome by a terrible and dark curse. Even Snape the traitor of the order, could not outlive the flesh consuming curse that Voldemort used as a fail-safe. Harry was happy, that for a while, he could be normal. And with his cursed scar disappearing after Voldemort's death, from his forehead, it made thing all the more easier. As for his project with Hermione, the ministry was willing to let the heroes from the war a little leeway when it came to their final project. Graduation for the seventh year had just occurred that afternoon and Harry and Hermione was just wrapping up the project details. Everything would of went fine if it weren't for Neville's clumsiness and his gravitational pull he had towards the complex time-turner Harry was carefully observing. As it was, Harry could only assumed that between the rather horrendous tackle Neville had accomplished and the loud sound of glass breaking, that he was transported into another time and place.

Looking down, Harry could see remnants of the magical sand on his robes, but the slight breeze was blowing most of it away already. Still looking dumbfounded, Harry was not to gently shoved to the side causing him to fall to the cobbled stone ground. 'At least the ground is the same. I can always count on it being hard,' Harry thought sarcastically.

"Watch where you're going young man!" said a older women snobbishly, clearly being the one to push by him.

Without a further glance, she strolled off in her magenta robes purposely towards Gringotts, all the while muttering about youth and their incompetence now days. Harry righted himself and moved to a more secluded area where could ponder his dilemma, all the while pulling up the hood on his cloak. It would not bode well if he was to be recognized, whatever time it was. As far as Harry could tell, he was in the far future and with the time turner he was working on broken, he had no means of returning to his own time. Harry cringed when he thought about how many permission forms and waivers he had to obtain before receiving the specialize time-turner. The time turner he had was calibrated in years instead of the usual hours or days. Harry cringed again thinking about the amount of laws that were broken by the transportation of himself into time.

While trying to formulate a plan, Harry observed the crowed market. The people in the streets were dressed slightly different than the style used to be. Their robes were more clean cut, in solid bold colors. Gone were the eccentricities that went with the Wizardry World and its culture. The whole alleyway had a modern feel to it and Harry could only think of one word to describe it. Petunia. She was always cleaning the kitchen till a person could see their reflection in every surface. 'Cleanliness is Happiness' is what she would always say. And that is what Diagon Alley transformed into.

If the science fiction books stacked in Dudley second bedroom had anything to say about the future, Diagon Alley would be the embodiment of it. So many style were introduced to this world but to Harry, it was all foreign.

Harry looked down at himself and hoped that his Hogwarts robes would be similar enough to the presents. He would be having enough trouble trying to blend in until he could find way back home. Looking over to his right, Harry spotted a newspaper in a rubbish bend. Grateful for his luck, he walked over and discreetly pulled it out and looked at the front page.

Minister signs another Ordinance

By Anna Push

Today the Minister of Magic, William Dominus, signed the latest Ordinance for the Gen law passed last year. The Minster said during his ceremonial speech, "Such things are important for the smoother running of our society. Ever since the last siege, measurements have been taken to eradicate unbecoming behavior from the wizardly world. These new ordinances will ensure the completion of that."

In an interview given recently, the Minister is said to be planning on introducing more laws such as this one, at the next annual Wizengamot meeting…

Harry, after only a quick glance was utterly confused. Shifting his focus to elsewhere on the paper, Harry thought it would be better if he didn't know to much about the future and its workings, just incase it could effect time in any way. Instead, hoping to find the date, he looked at the top corner of the newest addition of the Daily Prophet and promptly dropped the paper back down into the bin.

June 1 3, 2098

Harry had surpassed shock and went into a numb state of mind. A hundred years had passed since he last saw his friends but for him it was only a blink of an eye. How things have changed! Thinking about his friends Harry began to worry. Though most wizards and witches live beyond the normal amount for muggles, a hundred years was an considerable number.

Shaking his head, Harry could see that dusk was coming and the street was thinning out. Walking towards the brick wall, Harry only hoped that the Leaky Cauldron was still there.

Luckily enough, there was still a inn there but it was no longer called the Leaky Cauldron. Instead it the sign proclaimed it to be the Cauponula. Insidethe interior was similar to Diagon Alley when it came to the sterile feeling. When Harry walked in, he felt the quietness surround him even though there was about 20 patrons littering the bar and dining area. Stepping up to the registry, the women behind the counter glanced up from her paper.

"Need a room?" she asked in a gruff voice as she put away the newspaper. "The fee is 3 galleons a night and its extra for meals served in your room."

Pulling up her ledger, she started inking the appropriate dates. Once she filled out what was necessary, she handed Harry a small bit of parchment that had the Gringott's seal on the top. Below the seal, it had a place where his ink thumbprint and besides that, the parchment was blank. After a few seconds of inactivity from her bewildered customer, the women grabbed Harry's thumb with an exasperated sigh and place in where it was indicated.

Harry waited for something for happen. He assumed that this was some sort of debiting device used now for Gringotts clients. A few minutes of tense waiting, the innkeeper's face was clearly displaying her confusion.

"Strange," she muttered under her breath as she took the parchment back.

"What's strange?" asked Harry though he sure he already knew. He was not very surprise that the parchment didn't work in the way it was suppose to. In all truth, Harry would have been missing for over a hundred years, if not presumed dead and there is no knowing what happened to all his assets.

"The Accounter has always worked. I have never seen it have no response before," the women said baffled. "I haven't had that happen to me in over 20 years!"

Giving a nervous chuckle, Harry quickly did a search for any coins in his pockets. Finally, after locating a couple in his cloak pocket, he was extremely glad for forgetting about them from the Hogmeade Day the students had just the weekend before.

"Don't worry about it. I have some galleons here." Handing the gold coins over to the women, he stashed the remaining in his jeans with the few Muggle pounds he had. Thinking about the amount leftover, Harry hoped he could find someone to help him return or he wouldn't have enough money to stay anywhere soon.

"Sign right here and here and then I can take you to your room." said the women.

She had the ledger faced towards Harry while she handed him a pen-like device. Staring at the pen-reincarnate, Harry thought of two things at once. One, that obviously the use of quills was outdated and two, he would have to think of an alias when he was in this time period. Taking the pen from the lady's hand, he wrote the first name that came naturally.

Closing the book, the innkeeper grabbed a key from a rack and lead Harry up a sleek staircase. The halls were a crisp white and the doors were a neutral gray color with black numbers labeling them. Stopping at number 11, the women quickly opened the door and handed him the key.

"Did you just graduate from Hogwarts?" the older women asked with curiosity.

Harry, giving an affirmative nod the women went on with, "I thought the train wasn't suppose to return until tomorrow."

"I had to come home early because of my Aunt. She's very sick," Harry said thinking quickly. The women gave Harry an understanding look.

"Well, I hope you have an enjoyable evening Mr. Evans." And with that she left back towards the staircase and to her desk.

Harry spent the night in room number 11. He felt like he was in a tin can. Everywhere there was metal, molded into a new bizarre looking shapes. There was a bed but Harry determined after sleeping on it, that he would of rather have slept on the floor. After freshening up, he looked out the window at Muggle London. The buildings outside were very similar to Diagon alley. All new and nothing old. The once concrete and wooden structures that once stood there were replaced with boring box-type buildings. They seemed to reach the sky but didn't look one bit appealing. The streets were surprisingly clean, free of the rubbish that would always seem to collect around the edges.

Harry looked out at the world of tomorrow and saw it was a drab and colorless place to be in, if the architecture had anything to say about it. Only the people walking the street gave it life. The clothes were much different and nothing like he had ever seen. Like the wizardly community, muggles seem to adapt to more brighter and solid colors. Red seemed to be more propionate than the other smatterings of purple, green and blue.

Sighing, Harry walked out of his room door and went down the hall, luckily not meeting any other patrons on the way. Coming down the stairs, Harry spotted the inn keeper just as she looked up. Breakfast was over and the dining hall was empty of occupants.

"Ah, Mr. Evans," she said coming closer, "will you be staying anther night?"

"No, I don't think so, but thank you for anyway." Harry said once again pulling up his Hogwarts cloak. He spotted the complementary bowl of fruit on the desk and nicked an apple from the bunch for later. Harry thanked the Lady and she gave a small nod in return.

When Harry was about to leave the inn through the Muggle entrance the women said, "Don't forget the code Sir." While stacking some breakfast dishes to be washed the women and continued with, " It wouldn't due good for you to be in trouble with the ministry so soon after graduating. "

Harry looked at the women with confusion. He had absolutely no clue as to what she was referring to. A code? Obviously it was important if Harry would be deemed in trouble with the law. He was tempted to ask what she was talking about but just then another patron came into the previously deserted room.

Before the women could comment further Harry said with more confidence than he felt, "Don't worry Madame, I will be taking care it shortly." And with that he quickly turned and stalked out of the room, his cloak billowing behind him, eerily reminiscent of Snape.

Walking the streets of London was a very new to Harry. Even when he was living at the Dursleys, they would rarely take him to London, let alone walk about. The people walking on the walkways were courteous enough but they would completely ignore Harry. He would of felt out of place with his long cloak but strangely enough, he saw many muggles wearing similar styles. The only thing that differed, was the color. Nobody in the street as far as Harry could see was wearing black, and that is what singled him out. Harry realizing this problem, darted to a dark alleyway between to buildings and pulled out his wand. Color charms were never his forte but in a pinch he could pull off some basic colors. Once he did the incantation, his robes turned to a darker shade of maroon.

Stepping back into the mainstream, Harry felt more confident about not being noticed . Walking towards the old tube station use to be, Harry only hoped that something was there to transport him closer to the ministry. Harry would of appratated but he didn't quite know what things have change, or even if the ministry building was still there, where it was in his own time. And the knights bus was out of the question. They would ask to many questions before he could right out his situation.

Using the Muggle way, by hover car, was not something Harry wanted to try out any time soon. The cars were jet across the sky, anywhere from 35 above his head to what seemed to be 150 feet. And above the stream of traffic was airplanes or what seemed to look like airplanes. The once roadways were replaced with massive walkways and parking spots. Taking a deep breath, Harry was amazed to realize that the dangerous smog that was abundant in London was gone and fresh air was all that Harry breathed in. So many changes had happened to his country, some good and some bad but to Harry this is what he would call a brighter future.

Reaching the Rail station was easy enough and what Harry found was something reminiscent of a bullet train. Pulling out some of his Muggle money, he paid for a ticket and step towards the platform. It took Harry but a moment to realize that the people were congregating in groups according to the color of clothing they were wearing. Finding this extremely odd, Harry looked around the group he was standing in. He was smack dab in the middle of a rather large group of green wearing persons and Harry stuck out like a sore thumb. He noticed too, that some of them were openly glaring at him, making Harry fidget somewhat. It brought on the feelings of lowness that only the Dursleys could normally achieve when looking at him. Stepping back from the group with a muttered, "Sorry," Harry went further down the platform and found a group similar in color to his own.

Harry didn't think that this new turn of events would bode well for him. Being segregated like this was reminding him of some of the stories that he would have to read in the history books in grammar school. But putting it aside, he watched as their trained arrived. It was so quick coming in, that Harry didn't think it was stopping at first. That was until it just instantly froze. Harry thought his eye were closed or something because in a blink of an eye the whole train had just stopped moving, and without a sound.

Getting on the train was easy enough, Harry just sat down on one of the benches provided and waiting until it started. It only took a minute for all the passengers to get loaded. The train then was suddenly moving, it was going so fast it felt like he was standing still. After about five seconds, the train stopped at the first departure.

Harry was downright amazed at the speediness of the train but quickly looked down at his ticket stub to make sure he didn't miss his stop. After about 5 of these stops, Harry arrived at his destination. He departed the station and briskly moved toward the area with the phone box. Harry hoped that he would find something or another there but he could not be too sure.

Nothing look familiar. All the shops lining the streets were replaced with the boring, perfectly aligned structures. Harry decided to just keep walking until he recognized something. After a few blocks Harry determined that this was the general area but when he reached where the phone box should be, it was not. Nothing was there. Just the large walk way and a few sleek cars in parking spots.

Searching for anything that looked remotely magical, he walked along the general area. But soon he grew tired of peering endlessly into buildings and bushes alike for any trace of an entrance. Harry sat down on a bench and rubbed his eyes gently, careful not to disturb his contact lenses. When Harry returned from his sixth year from Hogwarts he decided that he was going to get in better shape, mentally and physically. And trading in the old black spectacles was the first thing to change, but he was happy with the difference and never went back..

Sitting back and watching the people rush by with their busy lives, Harry wondered if he would ever get home. As much as this time was interesting, He longed for the twisted alleyways of Diagon alley and the old Victorian feel it always had about it. Now it just felt sterile and cold.

Still watching the sidewalk with a frown, Harry's attention was caught by person wearing something that looked like Hogwarts robe. Thinking about earlier he realized just how much he stood out in a crowd wearing his Hogwarts uniform. Not believing his luck, Harry jumped up from the bench and ran to catch up with the person.

Running by several people, Harry caught up with the student and said after getting the persons attention, "You wouldn't happen to know the entrance to the Ministry?"

The boy, no older than 14, looked at Harry with the most peculiar expression in his brown eyes. The boy pause clearly contemplating on whether or not Harry was a Muggle but soon determined an answer. His sandy hair flopped about when he nodded his head. "The MOM entrance is just this way. I'm actually going there too, if you want to follow me."

"Thank you," Harry said with relief.

The boy, whose name was Todd Creedal, showed Harry the way into the Ministry. The entrance was strangely enough via a more updated phone booth a block down. Harry passed by it in his search earlier, not even recognizing what the device did. The procedures were different for getting access into the building though. Instead of speaking into the phone after dialing the number, a witch or wizard only had to use a fingerprint scanner device that looked like something he once saw on the tele.

The boy stepped up and pushed his right thumb to the pad. The machine analyzed it and after a second it spit out a badge with his name on the front, with several colors lining the bottom. When the boy gestured for Harry to do the same, Harry hesitated. Any number of things could happen if he was to be scanned. From being jailed to simply being denied access to the building. But there was only one way to find out. Pushing his thumb to the pad, he felt a tingle go through it as the machine scanned it. Moments later it also spit out a badge, much to Harry's relief. Grabbing the badge Harry looked at the name, but was amazed to find that it said:

Unknown

Visitor pass for: 2 hours

Use complete comprehension scan for further details.

Pinning it on his shirt, the phone booth lowered into the ground. When doors slide open, Harry was greeting by the Ministry of Magic. Out of all the things in this time period to change, the atrium was no one of them. The walls, ceilings and floors were just as he remember them. The only differences was the Magical brethren statue was no longer adorning the hall but instead a normal looking fountain. Along the walls , Harry spotted the floo network and the apparition points . On the opposite wall Harry saw statues depicting Wizardly heroes. Coming out of the phone booth, Harry walked toward the main desk next to the security checkpoint. Todd Creedal rush off after a quick parting remark toward a door to Harry's left. His eyebrow shooting up, Harry wondered what that was all about but was cut short of the thought when his turn in line was up.

At the desk was a blond witch with blue eyes and the nameplate in the front identified her as Brenda Jennings. She glance briefly up at him before saying in a monotone voice, "Afternoon Sir, what's your business here today at the Ministry?"

Becoming aware that he didn't know what or who to ask for, Harry said on the fly, "Um, could I have an appointment with the Department of Mysteries?"

Whatever the witch was expecting, it was not that. She looked finally from her paperwork and weighed Harry's appearance with a shocked expression. Brenda looked at his nametag also and finally said with a false smile, "Why don't you just wait over there while I see what I can do." Pointing towards the wall with the heroes, the women waited till Harry was on his way before picking up a phone a pushing in a number quickly.

Finding the witch weird, Harry turned away and strode across the atrium to reach the first statue. It was a marble rendition of Merlin himself, with a bronze plaque on the bottom depicting his history and good works. The next was a Healer by the name of Percival Viken. Apparently he was famous for curing the most magical diseases. Strolling along Harry, took in several others statues before he came to one. It was tucked into a corner and clearly had been neglected.

The statue was of a younger man wearing glasses. None of the other statues were this young, most being older in years. But this one had to be no older than 15 at most. Harry stared at the strange smirk the statue seemed to be displaying on its stone face. Finding the look revolting and reminding him too much of Draco Malfoy, Harry looked down at the bronze plaque with its history. Harry blinked twice before he comprehended the name on the base.

Harry James Potter

Defender of Light

July 31, 1980- Jun 13, 1998


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