Harry Potter, the Wanderer in Time
Locked in the smallest bedroom for ruining the visit from the Masons, Harry Potter discovers that he has a newly developed claustrophobia. He was desperate to escape. So desperate, in fact, that he stepped over space and time itself to travel to strange and bygone eras. With little to no control over his newfound ability, join Harry in his trips through time as he struggles with his second year at Hogwarts.
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Chapter 2
The Three Artefacts
Three weeks had passed since Harry had come to this strange place. He had somehow managed to convince the girl that he was not a threat, after many botched attempts at sign language. The girl seemed convinced that he was not human, and fair enough, she had seen him fly. She had settled on calling him a mage, which he knew to be one of the older words used to refer to magical people. At that time, he felt it was odd that a muggle would come into the conclusion of magic so fast.
When he accompanied her to her village, he had seen people dressed in fashions so outdated that it made wizards seem positively modern. He did not see any hint of technology or meet anyone capable of speaking English. Any references to England and London got vague recognition as Engleterreand Lunden. Harry had concluded that he had somehow wandered into some village that was stuck in the middle ages, as unlikely as it sounded. The other alternative seemed far too ludicrous to entertain at that time.
Yet, it was the second alternative that weighed down in his mind when, on his second night, he had ventured out in his broom in search of more contemporary settlements. He could not find any even after travelling nearly a hundred kilometers by his estimation. All the villages he came across were primitive and medieval. And when he came to the first city, it was a complete fortification with foot soldiers dressed in armor of some bygone era. The only conclusion: He had somehow travelled to the past. He had to return to the first village he had gone to, as he was atleast more trusted there thanks to the girl he met when he arrived.
At present, Harry was standing in the outskirts of London -Lunden, he corrected himself. It had taken him considerable effort to find this place, and he had to talk to people in different villages on the way without causing suspicion. He now had a working knowledge of the language spoken at this time, and he could pass off as an illiterate teenager with his skill in their language. He had to thank the girl he had first met-Aileen, for that.
Harry wandered through the streets of Lunden, taking less crowded routes and avoiding guards as far as possible. Even his limited knowledge of magic was a blessing when surrounded by muggles.
After a whole day of searching, Harry reached the familiar wall which acted as the entrance to Diagon alley. He felt a surge of relief on spotting it and tapped his wand according to the pattern Hagrid had shown him. Harry was brought to tears at the sight of the rearranging bricks. Travelling here was his original intention when he planned his escape from the Dursleys, but it turned out he reached here in an entirely different era.
Hurrying inside to the relative safety of the alley, Harry was greeted with a small collection of unfamiliar buildings. It seemed that the alley was in its early days, just a small market for the magical community. He gained a few curious looks from some wizards, and Harry guessed it was because of his age. As his eyes traced the various shops, they landed on the rather familiar insignia of Ollivanders'. Figuring that he might as well get started on a familiar name, he walked inside the building.
The collection of wands inside the shop seemed much less as compared to before. A middle aged man watched him curiously as he entered.
"Here for your first wand, child?" The man asked.
"No." Harry shook his head. "Work?"
Derrick Ollivander looked at the small boy in front of him. He was dressed relatively well, but in strange clothes. He spoke in a strange accent. A foreigner, perhaps?
"What is your name? Where are you from?" He asked.
"Harry. From Eidyn." Harry replied, thinking of the first city he had seen on his second night.
That's far. Derrick wondered how the boy had come all the way here. "Why have you travelled so far?"
Harry had concluded by now that he had no hope of going back to his time without help. He needed all the help he could get if he was to make his way home. He decided to stick to half-truths until he could find someone who could help him.
"Magic. Accident. Came here."
"Oh." Garrick sighed. This was complicated then. The Wizards Council would need to be informed. "I will let the authorities know. They can help you get home. You can stay with me in the meantime, if you help around the shop."
Harry grinned, relieved. Hopefully whoever was in charge would help him get back to his time. His stomach churned at the thought of being stuck in this time forever. He comforted himself thinking that if he could do this accidentally, a grown wizard could certainly do it intentionally. He hoped he had not broken some law, as he was not in control of his actions.
The Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardery, Randolph Ravenclaw, stared at the new name in the Book of Admittance that was brought to his attention. It was the time of the year when the deputy headmaster would consult the Book of Admittance for new additions to Hogwarts, and he had seen something that defied known logic. Randolph looked at the offending line in the book, trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing.
Harry James Potter – 1980 – 12 years old
The Book of Admittance and the Quill of Acceptance recorded every magical child in Engleterre upon their first evidence of magic. This almost always happened before the child was ten years old. But the quill had now written the name of a boy who exhibited magic when he reached twelve years. A boy who was -or will be- born seven hundred years into the future, if the book was to be believed.
Both the book and the quill were created by his own ancestor, the prodigious Rowena Ravenclaw, and it has never made a mistake. It was also known that travelling through time was difficult, but not impossible. However, the furthest into the past someone had gone was a year, and that was when Antioch Peverell accidentally blasted one of this opponents back in time instead of erasing him from time itself, as he had intended. Randolph shivered whenever he recalled that particular story.
Randolph hear a sharp knock at the door. "Come in!"
The door opened to reveal a man nearing his seventies. Randolph immediately bowed on seeing his visitor.
"Lord Peverell! Thank you for taking your valuable time to look at this matter."
Ignotus Peverell smiled. "Thank you for calling me, Randolph. The matter discussed in your letter was most intriguing indeed. I had to see it for myself." He moved to stand beside the Book of Admittance, glancing at the name that was causing quite the dilemma to Hogwarts and the Wizards Council. He took out his wand and uttered a few incantations but could discover nothing out of the ordinary.
"It is as you say, Randolph. The boy seems to be from the future."
"But seven hundred years, Lord Peverell! That defies logic!"
"We should not look for logic in magic, my friend." Ignotus laughed. "As it stands, this is the second unlikely event that I have come across in the past month."
"Second? Pray tell, what is the first?"
Ignotus took out a book, a bracelet and a parchment. He handed over the parchment to Randolph.
Randolph inspected the parchment, which was written in ancient runic text. He read out the contents with growing incredulity.
"To whom it may concern,
If this letter has come to your possession, kindly pass it to one named Harry Potter, alongwith the bracelet and the book that has appeared alongwith. I shall be most indebted to he or she who is kind enough to do so."
The letter ended with a stylized runic which seemed to be a personal signature.
"This explains your lack of surprise, then." Randolph sighed.
"I am indeed surprised, Randolph, for I had no idea that this Harry Potter would be a time traveler." Ignotus admitted.
"Do you have any idea who sent this letter?"
"Someone whose talent in magic surpasses anything I have seen." Ignotus tapped the bracelet. "The sheer number of runic formulae inscribed in this bracelet is mind blowing. It is an incredible magical treasure, though I have no idea what it does."
"Do you think it should be handed over to this Harry Potter, then? He's just twelve years old, after all."
"It should be given to him, no matter his age." Ignotus said firmly. "It might even be key to help him return to his time."
"Ah, I hadn't thought of that possibility." Randolph acknowledged. "A pity. It would have been a great item to study."
"Spoken like a true Ravenclaw!" Ignotus laughed. "But it seems to be protected against attempts to learn its secrets."
"You have already tried, then?" Randolph was amused.
"I admit, I was curious. None of the three items give any information other than what can plainly be seen."
"What is written in the book?"
"See for yourself!" Ignotus laughed, handing it over.
Randolph eagerly turned the pages, but his excitement dimmed fast. "Its all blank!"
"To all but the eyes it was intended for, I suspect."
Randolph returned the book in defeat. "I assume the runic signature yielded no clues?"
"All I could glean is that the style is about seven hundred years old."
"Seven hundred?!" Randolph exclaimed.
"That seems to be an oddly auspicious number indeed!" Ignotus laughed. "I suspect we will need to meet this Harry Potter to further unravel this mystery."