Time's Lullaby
Summary: Harry get's "killed" by Voldemort, but his inheritance sent him back to the night before he got his Hogwarts letter. What will he change now that he doesn't have to hide his real personality?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
WARNING: This is slash, if you don't like it, deal. I don't care if some people think that whoever writes it is a bad writer, I. Don't. Care. If you didn't gather that it was slash from the second chapter then you're an idiot. This is the only warning I'm giving. I don't want any reviews that just say why I didn't say it was slash.
Key
"Talking"
'Thinking'
'Parseltongue'
A/N: I know it's kinda weird that Harry is riding a Thundercat when he's only 11, but he puts on a glamour that looks like his older self, so he also has his drivers license from the future. Hope that clears that up. Heh.
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In a dark room, a man sat in a chair. He had long black hair, and peircing emerald green eyes. His head was tilted to the side, showing his curiosity, like he didn't know why his hands and feet were tied up. Then he grinned. It wasn't a happy smile, no it was a animalistic smile. It was one that would put fear in even the strongest person in the world. His lips parted slightly and a soft, smooth baritone voice flowed around the room. People throughout the building paused to listen, before contininuing on with what they were doing. The next day however, everyone who heard the voice was either severly burned or frost bited.
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No matter how hard Harry tried he couldn't keep the pure happiness shine in his eyes at everytime someone mentioned flying. However, now, it was just plain annoying. Flying lessons were today, and he couldn't be happier, well he could, but that's beside the point. The point was, everyone was dampening his mood by constantly blabbering on about it.
A dark scowl marred Harry's face as he stalked across the lawn to where they were having flying lessons. He knew this time around he wouldn't be able to get on the team, but he didn't care, as long as he could fly freely he was fine. Harry swiftly stood next to the best broom there was and Blaise and Draco went on to the ones next to him, uncharactiscally quiet. Pansy nervously went to the broom next to Draco. Harry leaned behind Draco and touched Pansy's shoulder, she looked over at him and he grinned easily at her. "Relax, Pansy," he whispered.
His grin slipped off his face quickly at the sight of the Gryffindors making their way across the lawn. He scowled and a low growl rumbled at the back of his throat. Then his face slipped into his blank mask as Madam Hooch (A/N: what's her name?) stood in front of the first years. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up!" Harry smirked slightly as all the Gryffindors scrambled to a broom. "Stick out your right hand over the broom," she called, "and say 'up!'"
Harry whispered up as everyone else shouted it. The broom shot to his hand, and after the second time so did Draco's, Blaise's and Pansy's. Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end. The four Slytherins smirked when she told Ronald that he had been doing his grip wrong for years. "Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," instructed Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle – three – two –"
But Hermione, nervous, jumpy, and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips. "Come back, girl!" she shouted, but Hermione was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle – twelve feet – twenty feet. Harry saw her scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw her gasp, slip sideways of the broom and –
WHAM – a thud and a nasty crack and Hermione lay face down on the grass in a heap. Harry smirked darkly and secretly, served her bent his head down to hide the smirk, as Hermione's broom was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.
Madam Hooch was bending over Hermione, her face as white as her's. "Broken wrist," Harry heard her mutter. "Come on, girl – it's all right, up you get." She then turned to the rest of the class. "None of you move while I take this girl to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwart's before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
Hermione, her face tear-streaked, clutching her wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around her. No sooner were they out of earshot than Theodore burst into laughter. "Did you see her face, the great twit?"
Some of the other Slytherins joined in.
"Shut up, Nott," snapped Parvati.
"Ooh, sticking up for Granger?" sneered Sally-Anne, her blonde hair bouncing. "Never thought you'd like girls, Patil."
Harry coughed, causing everyone to look at him, he smirked, "Sounds like jealousy if you ask me Perks, but since you didn't I'm gonna let you all in on a secret." Everyone leaned in slightly, "There is a very thin line between love and hate."
Everyone blinked as what he said processed in their minds. By the time it clicked Harry, Draco, Blaise, and Pansy were together talking. Theodore growled and shouted, "What's that supposed to mean? Are you sticking up for Gryffindors?"
Harry's ear twitched slightly, "Not at all, I was merely stating a fact."
Theodore snarled and charged at Harry, thinking he could do a sneak attack. Harry twirled around, grabbed Theodore's fist, and flipped him over his shoulder, turning around he pinned Theodore to the ground. Harry's claws were poised to strike as he hissed out, "Sneaking up on a cat is suicidal, Nott, keep that in mind, baka."
Harry climbed off him and helped him up. Tugging on Theodore's hand he lurched forward, making Harry's lips to brush Theodore's ear, "I'm not nice like some people."
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That night Harry had a nightmare.
"Do you remember?"
It was dark. There was no light. It was paused, was it me or someone else? Someone was crying. It was a child. The child was standing bawling his eyes out. As if he could sense me or whoever it was, he looked at me. He pointed at me accusingly and shouted, "It's all your fault!!"
The small child lifted a hand and clawed at his eye tearing away skin, revealing the face of Neville. "It's your fault I died, Snape. I should have never been your friend."
'Neville' teared his skin away revealing Pansy then Luna, and it continued. The child revealed everyone that had been close to him and died. They all said the same thing, "It's all your fault."
I curled up in a ball and cried, screaming and shouting. Wimpering and mewling, my body started to twitching and shivering, convulsing like mad.I faintly heard shouting that wasn't me, but I couldn't make it out before I embraced seet unconciousness.
"Harry, you need to wake up. You're scaring everyone. Wake up, wake up."
The words were choked with tears, but Harry opened his eyes and smiled, "I'm up."
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I am soooooooooooooo sorry that it's short and not that nesscessary, but I haven't gotton the right inspiration lately, I'm sorry!!!!
~Shy-Hime~
