Harry's body ached, he grimaced in pain and began to move... Wait... Was he still alive? He opened his eyes only to be blinded, 'God!' Harry snapped as he sat up, rubbing his eyes, they had to adjust to the brightness around him.
When the pain stopped, he found that he was in Kings Cross Station... Or if that's what it was, slowly he ignored his screaming muscles and dragged himself to his feet, eager to see what else was in store for him, was there a door that he had to walk through?
The place was quiet... Too quiet, if he was dead, where were his parents? Where were Sirius and Remus? Looking down at his clothes, he realized he wasn't wearing the robes before he died, it was now a clean grey top and blue jeans, his arms were no longer scarred, but were now bright and clean, it was like he was brand new.
He heard a sound, like a moan, looking to his left, there were rows of seats, and Harry noticed something underneath the first set. So he slowly moved, unsure of what he would find.
What he found had frightened him, a mangled body lay under the seats, but only the size of an infant, but he could just decipher the features as of Lord Voldemort.
'Harry my boy, you have finally arrived'.
Harry looked up to see Headmaster Dumbledore, 'Headmaster!' Harry exclaimed, he didn't know whether to hug the old man, Dumbledore smiled warmly down at Harry, 'well done Harry, you are very brave, I had all my faith in you'.
'But all those people died'.
'I know Harry, and it's hard'.
'Headmaster –'.
'No need to call me that anymore, it's just Albus or Dumbledore'.
'Right... Where am I to go in this place? I don't know where I am at the moment'.
Dumbledore nodded and looked around, 'where would you perceive to be?'
'Kings Cross Station'.
'Very well. Follow me then'.
Dumbledore turned and began walking down the platform, Harry quickly followed him, not wanting to be left behind. He led Harry to a massive door, 'of course', Harry said and Dumbledore looked at him, 'oh, I just assumed that there would be a door that I would have to go through'.
'It's up to whoever is passing, you assumed, as you say, that there would be a door, now there is'.
'Fits to my criteria'.
'If you can express it that way'.
The questions were nagging Harry, Dumbledore was here, so he might as well ask, 'where is everyone? My parents, Remus and Sirius?' Dumbledore touched the door, and it opened, revealing a whirling vortex, 'you are not in the land of the dead, nor the living'.
'Pardon?'
'You are in between Harry... You can go back if you wish'.
'Really? I thought you had no choice'.
'Oh, of course, you have a choice'.
Harry's heart nearly skipped a beat, 'I want to go back, but then I want to be with my parents', Dumbledore nodded, 'that is where it is rather hard, but you must choose wisely'.
Harry sucked in some air and took a step towards the door, he said his goodbyes to Dumbledore before plunging into the vortex.
The magic swirled around his body, it's warmth was the only thing that comforted him, his parents, Sirius, Remus, he wanted to save them, to make the pain stop. There was a pull on his navel, and he winced as it grew stronger, something was happening. Harry kept his eyes closed and let himself be manoeuvred. There was a flash, it was so strong that Harry could just see it through his eyelids. Then he was engulfed in the cold air. He instantly wrapped his arms around his body, having lost his jacket. Looking around he frowned, where on earth was he? He moved off from the road and onto the sidewalk.
It had only dawned on him that this was Godric's Hollow, this was where his parents died. Harry began to shake, and it wasn't because of the cold, he quickly rushed to the house, he didn't know if he was early, or too late. The door to the house was locked, suggesting that James and Lily were still alive and inside. He couldn't apparate in, the wards were too high, so the only thing he could do was knock. His heart was racing when he heard someone speak not long after, 'who is it?' By the sound of the low voice, he knew it was his father, James.
'Uh... You wouldn't believe me if I told you'.
The door swung open to reveal James Potter, tall and lanky, the head of hair was swept back and his round glasses framed his dark brown eyes.
'I don't know you'.
'I know you don't... But it's a crazy story'.
'Get lost'.
Harry was shocked, but he knew he would say the same thing if a teenager came to his house in the dead of night. So he did the only thing that he could do, he pulled out his wand and shoved past him. James yelped in shock, nearly losing his balance, Harry ignored his father's yell as he rushed upstairs and into the hallway, up ahead, he could see his bedroom, he could remember it.
'James?'
The door to Harry's left opened, revealing a beautiful woman, her red hair flowed down past her shoulders, 'mum', Harry said without realizing, she frowned at him, but he moved past her, she didn't stop him, 'who are you?' She asked and Harry turned, 'Harry Potter', then he opened the bedroom door to the nursery to see himself sleeping in the cot. Thundering feet came up the stairs, James was by Lily's side, his wand out and ready to hex Harry. But Lily stopped him, 'wait... Don't hurt him!' Harry looked back at them, Lily's eyes were filled with confusion, but she still stopped James, 'Lily, do you know him?' He asked incredulously, and she nodded, 'that's our son'.
Harry moved slowly to his younger self, there was a tingling in his body, but it wasn't pleasant. He wanted to touch him, to feel the warmth, but as he did, green light zapped between him and the baby, waking little Harry. At that moment, James barged forward and shoved Harry to the side, the wand to his neck, 'get the hell out and never come back!'
'James!'
Lily tried to stop him, 'he's our son, please don't harm him!' James threw her a confused glance, 'what on earth are you going on about!?'
But before she could say anything, there was a loud crashing sound coming from downstairs, all three of them turned to the noise. Someone was coming up the stairs, and that's when Harry realized, he had arrived on the night. They were going to die, he had to save them, 'you need to run, take Harry with yo –'. Suddenly his whole body convulsed, he winced in pain as light engulfed his body, throwing him to the side, he couldn't move, couldn't speak. All he could do was watch in horror and anger as his father rushed back out of the room, his wand in hand, Lily face was contorted in fear as the dreaded words were said and her husband fell to the ground. She quickly screamed his name and slammed the door to the nursery shut in an attempt to block the stranger's path. Harry knew it was Tom Riddle. Lily rushed to Harry's form, picking him up, 'I love you Harry, mummy, and daddy love you always'.
At that very moment, the door burst open, revealing the cloaked Tom Riddle, 'move aside Mudblood', he rasped, anger boiled through Harry, but he could do nothing, he couldn't change this event.
'Please! Kill me, just me, let him live!'
'I said move!'
He threatened her, but she refused, 'Adava Kedarvra!' Harry flinched, hearing his mother's scream, her body hitting the floor, lifeless. Tom kicked her to the side, coming closer to the baby. Harry looked away, the magic wouldn't let me do anything, this was permanent. He let time repeat itself once again, he thought he could do it, but time had other plans.
