Past Changes
Proluge
Little Harry Potter was sitting in the ruins of home. Waiting. When no one came to get him, he started bawling. When that didn't work, he cried loader, but no, that didn't get some one either. He was generally unhappy. He wailed for five straight minutes. Where was his mummy? Daddy? Uncle Padfoot? Of course, since he was a baby his words were no more then gibberish wailing. Just when it looked like he was going to have to bring out the kicking and fist shaking, someone walked in. "Oh, no. Lily! James? Lily, it's me? Lily-" the woman cut herself off with a scream and ran to the fireplace. What a strange woman. Didn't she see Mummy and Daddy sleeping on the ground? Couldn't she see he'd been trying to wake them up with screaming and it didn't work? "Yes, please, send that message immediately. Yes, I'll take him to Hogwarts. Right away, I know!" A pause. "No, not Sirius! Found bloody and beaten in an alley! What about Peter?" A much longer angrier pause. "That, that, bastard. Did they catch him? Why not? He just disappeared? Lupin- " this time the pause interrupted her. "Okay, I'll get out of here," Fear was in her voice. The woman ran over to the living room where Lily, James, and baby Harry sat, well, if I'm being totally truthful, then none of them sat all. They laid. Anyway you want to put it the fact remains that they were there. Scooping up Harry, she looked out the window to see a bunch of muggle firemen. When she saw that the fire was out of control, her face turned up in a frown. "I guess we can't use the fireplace. And I know how much you like it," she whispered to Harry before disappearing. ***
Severus Snape to say the least was in a REALLY bad mood. The girl he loved died tonight with the man he hated more then anything (except maybe black). No one seemed to want to leave him alone. So it just completed the day when a woman with a LOAD CRYING BABY decided to drop by. The woman then began screaming at him, even though he couldn't hear her over the baby. It was obvious the baby was tired and hungry. The woman couldn't be its mother. The more she ignored the baby, the loader it got. Conjuring up a bottle, he grabbed the baby feeding it, which, of course, shut it up. Then turning to the woman, he sneered at her, but not before asking," What are you doing here?" "I couldn't find the headmaster or anyone! This is an emergency!" she shrieked at me. "What could be more important then finding the Potter's son? "Finding the baby's true father," the woman told me. "What? You mean Potter wasn't his father?" I asked, almost dropping the sleeping baby. "No, Lily was already a pregnant. So James adopted the baby. I have to leave there son here because if I don't my husband might turn him over to You Know Who!" the blond woman told him, running down the hall. "What! Who are you?" "I'm known as Mrs. Lucius Malfoy, " the woman yelled running away. *** Ten years later
Harry sat in a bunk bed in the orphange south of where the Dursleys lived. No, he didn't know he was related to them. All he knew was that the fat blob they called son, loved to use him as a punching bag. He had also noticed some changes going on. His hair was getting longer. He was more, for lack of a better word, streched out. However, Harry thought he looked better this way. His glasses had been broken and tommor, for his birthday even though it had been a week ago, they were buying new ones. He hoped for square ones to fit his face. A knock came at the door. His head shot up and he hit the ceiling. Slowly, rubbing his head, he climbed down from the top bunk and opened the door. A boy about his age and the Matron stood outside. "Harry, this is Tom Riddle. Tom, this is Harry. We don't know his last name."
Little Harry Potter was sitting in the ruins of home. Waiting. When no one came to get him, he started bawling. When that didn't work, he cried loader, but no, that didn't get some one either. He was generally unhappy. He wailed for five straight minutes. Where was his mummy? Daddy? Uncle Padfoot? Of course, since he was a baby his words were no more then gibberish wailing. Just when it looked like he was going to have to bring out the kicking and fist shaking, someone walked in. "Oh, no. Lily! James? Lily, it's me? Lily-" the woman cut herself off with a scream and ran to the fireplace. What a strange woman. Didn't she see Mummy and Daddy sleeping on the ground? Couldn't she see he'd been trying to wake them up with screaming and it didn't work? "Yes, please, send that message immediately. Yes, I'll take him to Hogwarts. Right away, I know!" A pause. "No, not Sirius! Found bloody and beaten in an alley! What about Peter?" A much longer angrier pause. "That, that, bastard. Did they catch him? Why not? He just disappeared? Lupin- " this time the pause interrupted her. "Okay, I'll get out of here," Fear was in her voice. The woman ran over to the living room where Lily, James, and baby Harry sat, well, if I'm being totally truthful, then none of them sat all. They laid. Anyway you want to put it the fact remains that they were there. Scooping up Harry, she looked out the window to see a bunch of muggle firemen. When she saw that the fire was out of control, her face turned up in a frown. "I guess we can't use the fireplace. And I know how much you like it," she whispered to Harry before disappearing. ***
Severus Snape to say the least was in a REALLY bad mood. The girl he loved died tonight with the man he hated more then anything (except maybe black). No one seemed to want to leave him alone. So it just completed the day when a woman with a LOAD CRYING BABY decided to drop by. The woman then began screaming at him, even though he couldn't hear her over the baby. It was obvious the baby was tired and hungry. The woman couldn't be its mother. The more she ignored the baby, the loader it got. Conjuring up a bottle, he grabbed the baby feeding it, which, of course, shut it up. Then turning to the woman, he sneered at her, but not before asking," What are you doing here?" "I couldn't find the headmaster or anyone! This is an emergency!" she shrieked at me. "What could be more important then finding the Potter's son? "Finding the baby's true father," the woman told me. "What? You mean Potter wasn't his father?" I asked, almost dropping the sleeping baby. "No, Lily was already a pregnant. So James adopted the baby. I have to leave there son here because if I don't my husband might turn him over to You Know Who!" the blond woman told him, running down the hall. "What! Who are you?" "I'm known as Mrs. Lucius Malfoy, " the woman yelled running away. *** Ten years later
Harry sat in a bunk bed in the orphange south of where the Dursleys lived. No, he didn't know he was related to them. All he knew was that the fat blob they called son, loved to use him as a punching bag. He had also noticed some changes going on. His hair was getting longer. He was more, for lack of a better word, streched out. However, Harry thought he looked better this way. His glasses had been broken and tommor, for his birthday even though it had been a week ago, they were buying new ones. He hoped for square ones to fit his face. A knock came at the door. His head shot up and he hit the ceiling. Slowly, rubbing his head, he climbed down from the top bunk and opened the door. A boy about his age and the Matron stood outside. "Harry, this is Tom Riddle. Tom, this is Harry. We don't know his last name."