Harry Potter and the Tales of Tales
"Hey, where do you think you are going, boy?" Uncle Vernon fist came down upon his left arm as the obese man bellowed .
"I was going too go up stairs to my room like you told me to." Harry answered quietly, as he struggled not to feel the pain that was welling through his bone. He thought it might be broken; hopefully Uncle Vernon would leave him alone for enough time for him to get it bandaged up.
"Don't be a smart aleck." Vernon exploded, though not literally like Harry was hoping. "Do you really want to get it?" The man's face was now hardly recognizable compared to its regular shade, and had already gone from an ugly pick red to a startling purple. The cause of this wrath upon the fifteen year old was Dudley's stick from Smelting. Or rather the deliberate movement of the stick which had caused Harry to trip and fly right into Aunt Petunia who had been carrying the tea. The same tea that now covered Harry's right side by a high percentage. Of course Uncle Vernon could not acknowledge that not everything that went wrong in that house hold was Harry's fault, so in turn Harry was getting the second lecture of the day. "I am going to make you respect me, even if you have an insane Godfather mucking about all of England and who knows where." As those words were spoken Vernon grabbed Harry's shirt and through him out into the hall. So that he could do his work in relative privacy, which didn't exist since both Petunia and Dudley followed after them.
Harry had a hard time answering though since he had landed on his face or specifically his jaw wrong. "What do you want me to do not answer you at all?" the worlds were cut off near the end by hard fisted punches. He stayed against the wall trying to protect vital parts of his atomic and hoping that his punishment would be over soon. Trying to take his mind of the pain he searched out his Aunt and Cousin with his eyes who watched with ranging emotions from neutral to enthralled. A discuss over came him for the two of them, he knew that they hated him, but until that moment it had never crossed him just how much.
Another blow cut Harry from his thoughts and he guessed that another rib might have broken. The next came soon after and he began to realize that his uncle was yelling at him once again, "You will answer me boy! Do you want me to kill you?" Harry' eyes slowly closed, but he could still feel the punches. It had been this way all summer. He knew he had to get away soon; otherwise he just might not make it back to Hogwarts. There was no way he could contact any one from the wizarding world since Vernon had sold Hedwig to a zoo probably fifty miles away.
Finally a good whack in the head caused Harry to go blissfully unconscious, and he was able to drift away from his uncle's angry mutters and heavy hands. Somewhere in the fat man's own mind he knew what he was doing was wrong, but it didn't stop him from smiling when the beating stopped a few minutes after the boy was gone into his own mind. And it did not stop him from commenting on how weak the boy was to his wife and son to not be able take a good old fashioned punishments.
Hours later the sound of dripping water woke Harry from his relatively peaceful rest from the world. He looked around and guessed that it was sometime after 1:00 in the mourning and groaned. That beating had been much worse than the others in the after effects. Both of his arms had managed to be broken or at least felt like it at one area or another and one leg was pretty much unworkable while the other had somehow gotten a rather large cut down his thigh. Dry blood cracked on his face when he tried to move. If someone had walked into the room at that moment they wouldn't have been able to realize that it was really a boy laying on the hallway floor and not some blood stained rags. Harry knew that he couldn't stay there though, even with his numerous wounds so slowly he was able to get up and start walking up the stairs that had begun to look like a mountain to him.
His only remaining family had not bothered to take him up to Dudley's second bedroom so while Harry was on the second step up and struggling with the third it registered that he was no longer locked up as he had been for the last month. And in addition the closet that he had stayed for ten long years and his things were now stored was only a few steps away. If he could get them then maybe he would have some kind of a hope at getting out of the house alive. But if he failed and was caught… He didn't bother to go any further with that thought, and with a firm decision he decided to try and break into the closet. It took sometime for Harry to get back down to where he was and a little bit farther to where the closet was, but when he finally did get to the broom closet door he took a small look around to find something to pick the lock with. A dusty old clip caught his eye and he was able to grab it with out moving away from the door to much. Then slowly as to not hurt his broken arm more then it already was, he picked the lock. Harry's heart must have stopped beating when a grunt from upstairs came, and then the creaking of floorboards. By the sounds of it Dudley had woken up!
Shaking in fear, Harry whipped the door open and struggled to get his wand that had been dropped near the back somehow. It was too late though and his cousin's beady eyes spotted him and a siren like yell for his parents burst from Dudley's mouth before Harry could even come close to touching his only protection. Tears began to well in his eyes as thoughts raced through his mind. 'Why was this happening now that I'm was so close? It can't be my time yet… I don't want to die.' In a despite struggle for survival Harry practically threw himself into the closet hoping that it would give him more time. But even as he did so thundering footsteps sounded from above him.
Not bothering to see what was going on but knowing all three of the Dursleys were closing in; a burst of sudden luck came to Harry. He had found his wand! Now turning around in hope of defending himself, he under estimated how close they were. His uncle's eyes seemed to have grown red with fury and Harry forgot for a moment that as a wizard he could do magic. Vernon Dursley leaped upon his nephew but just before the man was able to get his grubby hands on the boy. Harry closed his eyes tightly and made a silent wish. "Not here, not now."
It was with those words that suddenly there was a huge gust of wind that hit all three of them hard and made Harry's vision first go blurry and then completely and utterly dark.
Outside of Hogwarts a magical storm was brewing made by Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. The beginning of the spell had started just a few minutes before a giant tornado had taken form and was now wildly twisting currently towards its makers. Sirius Black was profoundly claiming to James that Lily his girlfriend had purposely given them a false spell that instead of making them all go back in time was designed to kill them all. Peter Pettigrew was standing still in absolute terror of the thing. James Potter was arguing with Sirius saying that Lily had just gotten the spell mixed up… or at least hopefully. And Remus Lupin was trying to get them all away from the magical current. It all stopped however when the tornado suddenly decapitated and a body that had been hidden before dropped hard onto the ground. A staring time period took place afterward until a scream from Mel and Lily sounded. The two girls had spotted the four boys and had started to come to their rescue when it had suddenly stopped. They had not noticed the boy that had fallen until that moment. The screams had served their purpose in getting at least James to wake up and take relative charge of the situation.
"Peter, go get help. Remus, come with me and maybe we can see if they can help who ever that is. And Sirius… Lily and Mel were closer than they were to the person that had fallen out of the sky seemingly, and so James hoped that it had been just shock making them scream and not whatever it looked like. From the fall that James had seen though, he knew it wasn't likely.
The three boys quickly went to what James had ordered and Remus and James were now currently running to what appeared to be a kid of maybe twelve to thirteen years of age. For a moment James could have sworn he was looking at a dead body, but Remus had already kneeled down and was checking his vitals.
"He's in trouble James… He might not make it if we don't get help fast." James simply nodded in return. Hopefully Peter would get back soon with somebody, anybody who could help who ever this was.
Dumbledore was sitting at his desk when Peter burst into his office out of breath saying, "Dumbledore! Me, James, and Sirius... were trying to do this... charm that Lily... gave to us... but the thing is... its not supposed... to act… the way it did... and this kid... came though it... and he is hurt... really bad." Not really believing the boy that had been part of many pranks in the school Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "Alright Peter, but if this is a joke than I will have you in detention for a month, I am very busy these days."
Peter scowled in reply and answered, "Its really true… we got to hurry." And with that the two were off.
Lily Evans had been able to convince James and Remus into moving the kid too the hospital wing since help was most likely not coming for at least a few more minutes, and he would end up being levitated up anyway. They group had traveled quickly and entered in to the wing of the castle just in time for Madam Pompfrey to get a good glance at Harry's limp form.
At first thing she believed that something terrible had happened to James, and it was a corpse that they were bringing in to her to look over, But then she realized indeed whoever it was that had been starved and beaten half to death was not James and not dead. Or at least not yet. The boy did seem to have a look of close resemblance to James but this boy had a completely different aura about him. Which was something that she could sense as a Mediwitch. And even without that his face seemed to have an air of sadness and loss. Of course you could barely see it under his mop of hair covered most of his head, as well as all the blood stained upon his skin.
The woman was not a trained Mediwitch for nothing however, and got quickly to work on the boy while asking questions of the students that had brought him in. "What happened to him Lily?"
"We think that he somehow got through the ward barrier when the boys were doing a charm that was supposed to be a fake." Mel answered for Lily as she came up from the back of the group.
Promfey's eyes went wide at this, and she said quickly "Hurry and get him on a cot." as she ran to get some of her best tools. "It is completely impossible that a boy of that age could get though there," she said quietly as she looked over towards where a crowd had gotten over the bed. "That is unless the charm was very strong. But even then it should have killed him." She was extremely shocked this boy had survived such a thing, there had to be some other explanation perhaps. Why he could have appeared though… he certainly wasn't a student of Hogwarts. She didn't understand what was happening. No one was supposed to be able to get into Hogwarts without Dumbledore or a staff member knowing about him or her coming and of course willing to let them in.
As Pomhrey continued to hill the boy's extreme wounds, Albus Dumbledore followed by Peter Pettigrew walked into the room looking at the bed that held the boy. Dumbledore had the same surprised but worried look that she had, had a few minutes before. What in the world could have happened, and what charm had the boys used? A whimpering voice came from the other side of the room. "Is... is he going to be alright?" Lily asked in between sobs. It seemed that the girl believed that she was to blame for the boy getting hurt since she had been the one to make up the charm.
Suddenly there was a cry from the boy the first they had heard from him. The boy looked worried, but strangely not scared only worried there was no pain on his face either. "Please... please... don't kill me now... I promise not to get into my spell books again... I will do anything... just don't kill me now... I don't want to be murdered like this..." The boy had a somewhat of a look of pain on his face now. "I am willing to be killed by Voldemort but please not by my own uncle." It was completely silent. Every one gazed at the boy surprised. He had said Voldemort's name, which had been gaining power of six years now and had hurt every one in the world at least once by killing a loved one or other. The other thing that surprised him was that the boy wasn't scared at dying but worried that his uncle would kill him. Just as he was once again quiet he awoke, and jumped off the bed whispering under his breath how he was dead or dreaming.
Harry's eyes opened wide as he got out of his bed in a flash. What was going on here? His dad, Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore, his mom, Madam Promfrey, and last of all some other girl that he had never seen. This had to be a dream had Vernon already killed him. No that couldn't be right Dumbledore wasn't dead neither was Madam Promfrey, Sirius, and Lupin. Finally he spoke loudly enough for the people in front of him to hear clearly. "Where in the world am I am what's going on."
Madam Promfrey slowly walked up to Harry and made his sit down on the bed before answering his question. She seemed to be rather surprised that Harry could walk and talk for some reason. And then Harry slapped him self mentally she hadn't seen him since the Death eater had found him out in the forest alone. They had used almost all three of the forbidden curses. Except for the crusaders curse, that one had been saved for Voldemort to do. But before their dear master had gotten there Harry had some how become immune to spells. That would have added to the popularity of the great Harry Potter but he asked for Dumbledore to keep it a secret for as long as he could. After he had finally got back to the castle.
Dumbledore him self had been surprised that now when anyone did any sort of spell on him it would just reflect. Well that is unless Harry wanted the spell to be put on him. This included potions, which made it so that a truth potion couldn't be used against him. Madam Pomfry didn't know that as Ron and Hermione even know. "Its alright, I am going to try and do some healing Charms on you so that we can talk to you." Harry didn't like the sound of it. But decide it would be all right since he could make the spells work on him and besides that it didn't do well to be losing a lot of blood in front of... well the people he was in front of now. He noticed that every one was much younger then they were before.
After all the healing was done Dumbledore walked over to Harry and started to explain what he thought had happened. "Well you see...well,"
"My name is Harry" Harry didn't know why he said this but it truly thought that Dumbledore had forgotten him or some thing by the way he was looking at him.
"Well then Harry it seems that Lily here." Dumbledore pointed over to Harry's mom. "Told these boys what was supposed to be a fake Time charm." Harry's wide eyes seemed to grow even larger. "And you see it seems that the charm worked other wise you wouldn't be here... but we are not sure what the spell was and why it... hurt you."
"Oh sorry, if you thought it was your fault I was hurt." Harry laughed a little at what he was saying. "I was already like this when that wind decide to take my away from my Aunt and Uncle's house."
Dumbledore looked like he wanted to ask a question but waved it off. "Its alright I will answer you if you want to that question that's bothering you." The head master looked slightly put off that Harry knew that he want to ask a question but asked any way. "When you were still asleep you said some things that sounded like you uncle was... hurting you. And well I was wondering what was happening before you got picked up?"
This time there came a low bitter laugh from Harry at that "I was just about to be beaten my uncle the second time that night. He had already beaten the Dickens's out of me and I didn't think that I could live thru it. Now a let me see here what year is it?"
Yes this boy was very strange he had taken Dumbledore off guard by that question. "Well I say it's around 1976, why do you ask?" Harry did not hear the question that Dumbledore had asked, all he heard was it's around 1976.