Chapter 1: Realizations and Betrayal

Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Savior of the Wizarding World, Boy (by his uncle and aunt), those were of the many names he was given. To those in the Wizarding World he was seen as a hero to others a delusional fame seeking boy. To his aunt and uncle he was a house elf, no lower than a house elf, a slave in the very house he so longed to leave for good. To him Number 4 Privet Drive was his jail cell, and place of death.

His life turned very sour the night his godfather Sirius Black died. His uncle would continually beat him, his aunt turning the other way disowning her own flesh and blood; at night, his dreams were wrecked with nightmares about what happened at the Department of Mysteries, the Chamber of Secrets and at the Grave Yard the night that Cedric was killed. Then that fucking headmaster, Albus Dumbledore had withheld, a bloody prophesy, from him for fifteen years, a prophecy that cost him his family and his life; on top of that the old bastard told him on the night Sirius died. Slowly he was starting to lose the will to live. Closing his eyes Harry fell into a deep slumber, if any were to check on him they've though him to be dead.

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Blinking away tears from the sudden brightness, Harry tried to shield his eyes with his forearm. Before him was a rolling summer meadow with wildflowers and scrub bushes. The rolling hills of the meadow seemed to go on forever; a soft summer breeze danced among the cherry blossom trees as he turned slowly in a full circle.

"Hello young Mystic," said a deep, reasoning voice.

Harry whipped around (from Harry Potter and the Wardrobe by GenkaiFan). Standing majestically on a small rise was the oldest man he had ever seen, older that Dumbledore. He held an hourglass shaped staff in his hand, and wore long golden robes; with silver embroider clocks on it. 'Merlin! I must be dead,' Harry thought.

"Young Mystic, my name is Tempos," the man spoke.

"Where am I?" Harry asked as he studied the man. Wizened, old and powerful came to his mind as he took in the man's appearance, but his eyes they were a frosty green almost like his own. Within them, he could see wisdom beyond his years and sadness. For some reason he knew he was safe in this man's presence.

"You are at the beginning of time, space, and reflection," Tempos said as he turned away. "Come…Walk with me, Young Mystic. You have nothing to fear here."

"My name's Harry Potter. Am I dead by any chance?" Harry whispered.

"No Mr. Potter. You are not dead," Tempos said with a chuckle. "You're actually in a state of suspense, a deep sleep."

"I don't understand, sir. Why am I here?" Harry's mind was reeling. 'Why did he bring me here, where's here?'

Tempos stopped for a moment and looked around before turning his attention back to Harry saying, "Young Mystic, you are here in the Realm of Time, I am the master of time the father of Life." Chuckling slightly at Harry's expression of a gaping fish he continued. "You were brought here to correct the ill deed forced upon you by one Albus Dumbledore. The prophecy made by that crackpot fortuneteller was a fake; she only said that in Dumbledore's presences to obtain a job at the school she now works in."

"A false prophecy!" Harry screamed in anger, frustration and sadness. "My life was ruined because of a false prophecy."

"In a way yes, but the rest was thanks to Dumbledore because he withheld important information just to relive his glory days through you." Tempos said, "He placed you at the Dursley's and even went as far as to paying them to beat you each year. Well the last straws was telling you the prophecy after your godfather had just died; so I decided to step in and help change all of that. That if you want to."

"I'll do it," Harry replied. "For once in my life I want to live it, not the way others want me to be."

Tempos stepped forward, and looked deep into Harry's eyes. "A wise decision young one. It's time for you to depart." In front of them a door appeared and opened to platform 9 ¾, he could see a trio of redheads bustling through the crowds. They started looking around for someone, but moment's later they left through the barrier.

'Dumbledore must have planted them there to keep an eye on him.' Harry thought angrily 'Knowing them they were probably getting paid for it the whole time.' Harry looked back at Tempos one last time before stepping into the portal.

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AN: So How did you like my first chapter? Was it interesting, over worked or boring?

I would like to give credit to where it's due for the inspiration of this chapter: JK Rowling the original writer and owner of this story; Harry Potter and the Wardrobe by GenkaiFan; Harry Potter: A Fresh Start by Talen Dari