Fragmented fate
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Auror Potter dies in the accident and wakes up in his ten years old body. Was this some freak chance to do over things... but there is a glitch, as he realises... He is nobody here. Everything is different. AU, time travel.
Chapter 1
'Oh shit' was his last thought as he was blinded by a bright light. The Boy Who Lived died. Wizarding world would miss their saviour. The ministry would mourn as they lost their promising Auror. Existence of Harry Potter ended in this world.
He blinked... total darkness surrounding him. Where he was? His brain felt fuzzy. Slowly all events came one by one. Final lead on Huntingdon case... that small black box... confrontation... all chaos with spells flying everywhere... big explosion... and finally blinding bright white light. Had he lost his eyesight? There was darkness filled with musty smell. Something was tugging at his memory. It all felt horribly familiar. He slowly started to move. There was no pain at least. His hand struck to something... a broken toy?! His eyes which were slowly adjusting to darkness, widened impossibly. No way! He was in the cupboard. How... his mind raced with possibilities. Nightmare? No, he was certainly awake. Harry tried to control his panic.
'Breathe slowly... in... out. You are a bloody auror. Calm yourself, ' he chided mentally.
Harry scrambled various theories as to why this would have happened. There was no time turner which would send someone this far in the past. That blast... he now remembered vividly those last moments as his shield just broke with impact. Loud noise and intense heat... Did he die?
He hugged his small body. His mind was heavy with all ramifications of this freak accident... remembering his friends. He felt very alone.
"Boy, wake up. Make breakfast now!", a loud voice was followed by rattling of a door.
Harry startled awake, his body was stiff because of awkward sleeping position. He must have drifted to slumber while thinking about his current predicament.
As he heard another shout, he slowly got out of his childhood sanctuary... dreading to see confirmation which would make this nightmare ultimately true.
They all were there... The Dursleys. It was like seeing a Pensieve memory. Oh so familiar scene from his childhood. With dread he entered in the kitchen, avoiding any eye contact and started to make breakfast. If he wanted any peace to think this situation carefully, he had to stay away from this Dursley drama.
As day progressed, Harry finally able to clear his mind. He implemented his drilled auror training and tried to formulate some reasonable plan.
'Hermione would have been able to handle this situation a way better than me ' Harry thought.
Slowly, very slowly one part of his mind becoming hopeful about things he would be able to change... lives that would be saved... several familiar faces flashed in his mind.
'This is my second chance ' he thought resolutely.
Harry made his to do list mentally. Some very important things that he needed to do first .
"I have to warn Dumbledore about Horcruxes.", he decided.
'This battle will not end like last time. Voldemort will not be able to resurrect himself, if he has any say in it.'
He felt some satisfaction as this plan of action was formed.
'Weeding was such a cathartic activity.' Harry thought as he finished gardening.
Aunt Petunia was being her usual self but for now he had to endure that nuisance. He needed to help her with dinner. 'Good old days ' he smiled to himself bitterly.
With his goal formed firmly in his mind, he first time felt some hope since last night.
He silently entered in the bathroom and washed his hands and face... cool water felt soothing. Feeling better, Harry just turned to leave when for the first time he saw his reflection... and promptly his world was shattered again.
His reflection which was showing his pale and haggard face, had no scar.
A/N: so here is a new story. It is taking place in the One chance universe... my one shot. It is not necessary to read that one to follow this story. Poor Harry just landed there. Your reviews are appreciated.
R & R
