A/N: Has it really been 5 months since i last touched this...Yes...Yes it has. To those who have read this so far, thanks. But now your long wait is over. We now catch up with this short burst and send this story into the new time fray as we see Harry wake up and have his first run in with 1927 New York. Enjoy.
5. Then We Slow Down Before We Fall Down
8 Hours Later
I could feel them crawl up and down my legs. Bugs normally wouldn't have that much of a giveaway. But this just seemed different enough.
"What the…"
My eyes slowly came to as the blinking took nearly a minute to cease. As I came back up I could suddenly get a glimpse of where I was. The green sticks moved about with precision and accuracy some pulling pieces of grass nearby others taking shards of plants nearby. As the little sticks of stems continued their momentum it gave me a chance to see the peril I was no in.
"Crap…" A Bowtruckle Nest. The Walking sticks of our world. The creeps nimble about in great numbers rapidly advancing like fleas. As they suddenly got up into my pant leg I now shot up with urgency.
"Move off…"
Once the first got swatted away the mood of the sticks switched gears and they begun to swarm me en masse as ants would around a wayward beetle. My head raced to see any open spots to run up but impressively this was a sinkhole and climbing out was not going to happen.
"What now Harry…"
The buggers came closer to reaching my top as I continued to shake my body in all ways and means like I was in an ant hill. Any chance I would have to escape would be to find a clear space to apperate. My bag pooped open and I gained the Fantastic Beasts copy as visual of where I needed to see.
"Where is Newt now…"
One hand was flipping while the other went from swatting to slapping when a stump nearby gave me my chance. An open photo of him and Tina in 1945 Times Square the couple in the distance of the infamous sailor kissing the nurse picture.
As soon as my finger touched the photo I could feel myself drift into space and knew where I was heading. Mere seconds later matter returned into itself and I pancaked into the street of a passerby car.
"Watch it…"
The gentleman looked like he was in a hurry as others stopped their cars dead in their tracks. As I got to my feet I noticed one odd detail.
"No Way…"
From what Bill and Fleur mention New York had one very noticeable building outside the MACUSA hidden inside the Empire State Building. The World Trade Center Towers. A giveaway in any point from anywhere in the city they could be seen. But as my eyes gazed around for the twin towers I got out of the way of the cars piled back and allowed them to clear. Now I began to realize what cars were by me
"Model A's…"
The one thing I picked up on from Uncle Vernon was an old Car Book of his dad's that he kept looking at on the days I wasn't at home. He always loved looking at the thing and comparing his crud of a lemon to the American made bests. My feet kept moving through the crowded streets to the bewilderment of the American muggle populace and once I found a small bench with nobody in sight, that allowed me to take stock.
"Ok Harry...Now You've done it…"
Somehow In my attempt to return to earlier that New Years Eve and redo my proposal to Ginny that makeshift Time Turner…If I can be called that flung me back not 7 Hours, but about 70 Years.
As I sulked now realizing what kind of mess I was in I could hear the voice of someone nearby getting a groups attention.
"My fellow New Yorkers, the Second Salemers are small yes, but we have a large unknown menace lurking in the streets of our fair city…"
I could make out a black bowl cut hair on the high point of a light pole, he seemed to be leading the charge.
"Maybe he knows what happened to me."
My feet once again began moving to what I hoped would be my ticket out of this place and back to reality.
A/N: Guess Who Harry now meets in Chapter 6. Cause we know We're falling from Grace. As Always Subscribe for more.