Chains Of Lightning

By EternityWaits4U

Summery: Harry Potter makes a desperate wish one night before he goes to bed. The next morning he wakes up and findes himself 8 years into the past. Changing his name and appearance is just on of the changes in Harry's life. Can Harry continue on? Can he wait 8 years until time catches up with itself? Can he also deal with the powers he'd somehow developed during the tavel to the past? Honks.

Chapter 2: Summer Days Drifting Away

Harry sat up in his bedroom at the Leaky Cauldron. Okay so, things weren't so bad. They were actually pretty good considering the circumstances. He'd started working for Tom to pass time, and according to the old barkeeper the place had never looked better. Harry didn't mind doing the taxing work it took to keep the Cauldron clean. Cleaning was one thing he knew he could do right, he'd been doing it for as long as he could remember. And it was nice to get some recognition for your hard work.

Harry stared at the wall across from him. He hadn't seen Tonks again, since he'd tripped over her the day he'd arrived. But he knew she was going into her 6th year if his calculations were right, and Jaysin did say that Harry would be joining the 6th year at Hogwarts in 2 weeks. He just had to meet Professor Dumbledor on the 29th to sort things out.

Harry turned his head to look out of the window to his right. Looking up at the stars he could see Sirius, the dog star. Harry's emerald green eyes, having reverted to his origonal form during the night, turned sad. A single tear treked it's way down his pale face. Harry drew his legs up to his chest and rested his head on them. Still looking out the window.

"Why Sirius?" He whispered brokenly. He'd managed to bottle himself up when others were around. Hiding behind his joking sarcasm and a confidence he didn't really feel. Harry had decided at he Dursley's that he wasn't going to lose his mind and dwell on Sirius's death. But sometimes he just couldn't help it. Sirius had been a hard blow to Harry's already fragile emotions. His last real family. There was always Remus, but...he just wasn't Sirius.

Harry felt a soft wind blow threw his hair, he didn't really pay attention to it until it began to blow stronger. The strong winds toppled Harry out of his sitting position an onto the floor. "Ow...huh...?" Harry looked up confused. The wind was gone. He held his finger outside of the window, to see if he could catch a breeze. Nothing. The night was still. Not a leave from a tree, nor a loose poster hanging off a billboard ruffled. Odd. The wind was almost magical. There one moment...

Gone the next.

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The next morning Harry was up with the first light of day. He quickly made his way down stairs. Thankin god that Jaysin had removed the tracking charm from his wand, Harry used it to summon his cleaning supplies and put his wand away. There were just some things that magic can never do better.

His mind was still on last nights strange wind. After he'd fallen off his bed and looked around his room, he'd seen chaos. Papers were scattered all over the floor, his ink bottle had tipped over, and even a stack of books have been toppled. Almost like an invisible hand had gone around the room destroying everything. 'Invisible hands...' Harry thought to himself as he took a cloth and began to dust and wash the tables. 'You are losing it...' Shaking his head and trying to convince himself that he was not acting like Dumbledore on Lemon Drop overdose, Harry finished off the rest of the cleaning and began to open the bar. 15 minutes till the bar opened.

Tom ambled out from the kitchen door, wide toothless smile in place. He walked up and slapped Harry on the back. "Well done Tanner. I ain't seen this place looking so good in...well...actually I've never seen this old place look so good." He grinned even more broadly if it was possible, Harry wasn't quite sure it was, but hey.

Harry grinned back at Tom, proud of his work, and proud that Tom had noticed. "Here now, why don't you take the day off of customer duty eh? Have some fun, just be back before 9 to help me with the drunks and late nighters."

Harry gave him a thumbs up, running to the stairs. "Thanks Tom!" He yelled back.

Reaching his room, Harry decided to send a note to Jaysin. He wrote it in the Unspeakable code that Jaysin had taught him. He told Jaysin about the magical wind and asked if he was over reacting or something. He sent the note with a borrowed owl from Tom and looked around his room. He found a wad of muggle money in his blue jeans and shrugged, putting them on with a white button up shirt. There was a vertable fortune there, a few thousand pounds. He did need more clothes instead of wandering around in Jaysin's hand me downs. Although they were better than Dudleys.

So Harry chuckled quietly and headed to muggle London for a day on the town with a broad grin on his face.

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Harry couldn't believe what had happened. He was completely ashamed. He held his hands to his head and moaned. He lay back down on the bed with Jaysin watching over him. Oh sure, it had started out a normal day...well a normal day in the life of the BWL...

Flash Back...

Harry strolled through Down Town London with several bags in hand. Shopping had taken longer than he'd expected. Especially when some weirdo store clerk heard he'd needed a new wardrobe and proceeded to drag him all over the store. I'd taken 2 hours, she'd made him try everything on and model for her, but it was worth it.

Harry grinned down at his outfit. Tight, chemically faded gray jeans, and white sneakers on the bottom. A fitted white dress shirt, with the top 3 buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. It was his favorite outfit out of everything he'd bought. Which also included a leather jacket that he had rather taken a liking to. He whisled as he walked cheerfully into a random resturant on the corner of some street. He looked down the menu, Chicken Fettachini Alfredo and a chocolate shake. Wonderful combination. He ate slowly, savering his every bit. He sighed contently. This was great, just going out to eat like a normal teenager. He paid the bill and headed out.

He stopped by in an alley to shrink his bags and stuck them in his pocket. After that he kind of just wandered around. He stopped by some kind of fitness board and checked out the sports. A guy came over and talked to him awhile about the Karate promgram. They taught both forms of Kung Fu and Karate.

Harry was confused, thinking they were the same thing after sneaking glanced a Dudleys Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan movies. The man, named Chris, explained that Kung Fu and Karate were very different and gave him a bit of back ground on both.

Kung Fu originated in China. The people there are generally tall and willowy, so Kung Fu is very flowing with high jumping etc.

Karate however, originated from Japan. Their people were generally shorter and stockier, so Karate is powerful and grounded.

Harry listened fasanated. Before he knew it he had signed up for lessons 2 times a day until school started. One in the morning, each day alternating between Karate and Kung Fu, for 2 hours. One in the evening concentrating on weapons, for an hour and a half. Harry walked out of the Fitness center totally pumped up. He couldn't wait to start tomorrow.

Harry walked by a movie theater and shrugged. It was playing a triple feature. Star Wars to be exact. Harry had heard alot about these movies and decided to check it out. Roughly 6 hours later, he walked out in a daze. His head filled with a thousand thoughts. The first and formost being 'Oh my god...Harry Potter is like the Luke Skywalker of Wizards...but I'll be damned if Voldy is my daddy.' It was already getting dark out so Harry started to head back to the Leaky Cauldron.

A flashing neon sign drew Harry's attention. It looked like a respectable enough place. He strolled through the door. Music blasted into his ears and couples were grinding on the dance floor. Harry just made his way to the bar and ordered a Coke. He payed for it and sat back watching the dancers. Some of the people were just drunk but others were pulling off moves that looked physically impossible.

Harry was about half way done his drink when a pretty blond came up to him, asking for a dance. Harry shrugged, hey your only young once and informed the girl that he hoped she was wearing steel toes shoes because he had two left feet. She laughed and claimed that he couldn't possibly be that bad and lead him to the dance floor. Half an hour later Harry dragged himself back to his seat exhausted. He was practically dying of thirst. Hey, dancing made you work. And work means sweat and sweat means you need a Cola stat. At least in Harry's opinion. He opened his mouth and threw the Cola back.

Unfortuantly, Harry just learned the number one rule of partying with people you don't know. Never leave your drink unattended. To bad he learned it to late, as his world faded into fuzzyness...

End Flashback.

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SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! How was this chappy? Same questions as last time. Be patient. I know how frusterating it is to have to wait for the auther to actually get to the good stuff, like when he meets up with Tonks again.

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If I hurried this up, this story would be really crappy. This tale in the bar will fade into the back ground after a while, but it will have a strong come back after another incident that he prevents from happening to someone in the future of this story.

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