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Harry Potter was seriously angry and sad. His Godfather, Sirius Black had just died on front of him, and in his anger he cruciod Bellatrix Lestrange, who was Sirius's murderer. He had spent the last ten minutes in Dumbledore's office, screaming at him and breaking his possessions. His anger was truly beyond words. Every inch of him was consumed in it. "I-Don't-Want-To-Be-Human!" Harry screamed at Dumbledore, and then, took a small object on his desk, and threw it at an pearly-white orb. The noise of the impact drowned out Dumbledore's reply.
Dust flew everywhere. Harry then felt a swirling sensation at the navel, it felt like a Portkey and he saw Dumbledore reach out for him, but Dumbledore's hand went straight through him. How as that possible? He suddenly fell with a thud and had a blurred vision. 'Where am I?' He thought. It looked like Dumbledore's office, but there was no Dumbledore, no broken objects, and the calendar said 'September 1st, 1976'. If he was correct he had just time travelled 20 years and 2 months. 'But that's impossible 'he thought, even with time-turners you can only travel a few hours. Something was weird. And Dumbledore wasn't present, but he was here just a few seconds back. The exploding orb must have somehow sent him out of the room and turned back the calendar, somehow without destroying it.
Then he heard a voice say "Galloping Gargoyles." and he saw the door open, and saw a younger Dumbledore, with less grey hair, and a more energetic look on his face. The headmaster had a look of surprise. "Hello James, pleasant seeing you here" The headmaster said with mild surprise.
"FOR STARTERS, I'M NOT JAMES. FIRST YOU'RE SAYING IT WAS SIRIUS'S FAULT THAT HE DIED, AND NOW YOU'RE CALLING ME JAMES. HAVE YOU GONE SENILE?" Harry roared, his insides burning at Dumbledore's foolishness.
"Please, sit down, a take a bite, and calm down. I can assure you your best friend Sirius Black is perfectly well and alive" Dumbledore said, offering a biscuit.
"WHAT-DO-YOU-MEAN, YOU SAW HIM DIE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU". Harry yelled, standing up and raising his wand, throwing the biscuit across the room, with anger churning inside him.
"I am sorry Mr. Potter, but if you get violent, I daresay I will have to restrain you. But if I may ask, what year is it" The older man asked raising his wand at the same time.
"1996, AS YOU VERY WELL KNOW"
"Here is where we digress, I believe it is in fact 1976, not 1996"
Taken aback by Dumbledore's statement, Harry sat down, speechless.
"But-but how?". Was all Harry could get out.
"That, you must tell me, so what happened before you ended up here"
Harry took a deep breath and began, unsure what the headmaster would do with him once he finished.
"In my anger, I threw some small metal object on your desk at that orb over there". Harry said, pointing a finger at the orb on the desk.
"Ahh, I see, Essence of Time, but even so, how". Dumbledore mused. Unsure of whether he was talking to himself or Harry, Harry stayed silent and merely fidgeted. The silence got longer and longer, and more awkward as well, until it seemed to stretch on for hours.
"So what house are you in?" The headmaster asked suddenly, peering at him over his glasses.
"Gryffindor, and can I meet my parents, and should we tell the school I am from the future or not?" Harry asked, his mind racing.
"You can meet your parents, and I will tell the school that you are from the future, but you are forbidden to tell anybody what happens in the future, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"And just one more question, does your mother happen to be Lily Evans"
"Quite right"
"Interesting, I wonder how that will play out" the headmaster mused, seemingly amused at the future that waited for him and his students.
Harry stayed silent, remembering Snape's worst memory with disgust in his stomach. 'But that must have not happened yet' he thought.
"Well then, let's take you to the hall, and I will tell everybody that you are the son of James." Dumbledore said. He first introduced Harry to the teachers, McGonagall, a DADA teacher named Slycus Rattiera, Flitwick, Sprout, and one named Slughorn. "And also Harry, you will continue taking the classes you did in your time."
"Okay." Dumbledore then took Harry to the great hall, where he saw at the Gryffindor table, four friends, two tall and handsome ones, a shabby looking one, and a small one. His insides shook with rage as he thought of Wormtail, he wanted to kill that traitor this instant, but couldn't, he was expressly forbidden to do so. His heart did a flip as he saw Lily, his mother who sacrificed herself to save him, and he once again filled up in rage upon seeing Snape, looking at lot younger yet still having that mean look among him.
"Excuse me, today I have a special announcement, we have a visitor from the future, Harry James Potter, who has already been sorted in Gryffindor, he is, as you can guess, the son of James Potter, no more information will be given." All the students looked at Dumbledore and Harry in surprise, a visitor from the future? James especially was looking at Harry with a stunned expression on his face, his mouth hanging. "He is forbidden to tell you anything about the future, so don't ask, and I warn you, if you do, you may face far more than a simple detention"
Harry saw James move and make a space for him, and waved his hand, beckoning him. Harry ran to the table and sat in the spot. he was surrounded by James and Sirius. He desperately wanted to tell them about their futures and their fates, to relive himself of the stress of that knowledge, but he couldn't, who knows what impact it might have. Lily gave him a strange look, as if considering if he was worth meeting. This made Harry's insides squirm a bit. Was James that bad?
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