Disclaimer: I own Mara, Alex, Theresa Potter and half the plot, the other characters belong to JK Rowling, and half the plot is from Frequency
Something Gone Chapter Two: Changing Fate
Ginny heard a ringing noise. 'What was that?' she wondered. She went back to sleep, and had a strange dream. A man and a woman were sitting together watching their young son, when another man came in. The men argued, then one man set a spell and left.
Ginny woke up. What was that? Who were they? There had been a sense of danger lining the dream, and it had disapeared when the spell was set. Why had she dreamt of people she didn't know?
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Harry rushed down to the common room, and waited for his father to call. Two nights ago Harry had awoken to a ringing noise like a telephone. 'What is a telephone doing at Hogwarts?' Harry wondered to himself. He walked down the tower stairs, and in a nearly hidden corner of the common room was a small old-fashioned telephone, and it was ringing.
He cautiously picked it up, spoke into it softly, "hello?"
"Hello, who is this?" a deep voice asked. Why did the voice sound so familiar?
"My name is Harry, who is this?"
The man explained that his name was James Potter. Harry gasped softly. "Something wrong, Harry?" James asked. Harry quickly said he had heard a lot about James. James said that wasn't surprising, he had done a lot for the wizarding community.
Harry asked what a telephone was doing at Hogwarts. James told him that Dumbledore had thought it was safer, because Voldemort would never think of a telephone. "Should I get Dumbledore, then?" Harry asked. James said no, he was just calling to make sure Hogwarts was safe. Harry said yes it was, and asked for the date. How was his father calling when he was dead?
"October 30, 1981, son," James replied. Son, he had called Harry. Common term, really, but it sent shivers down Harry's back. Then he realized what date his father had said. October 30, 1981? That was the day before his parents had died. Oh my gosh, he could save his parents
"Mr. Potter, sir? Is a Sirius Black asking you to trust a Peter Pettigrew?" Harry asked.
"Son, are you a diviner? Because you've hit the nail on the head. Why?"
"Its because Pettigrew is not trustable. Whatever you do please don't trust him. Please."
"Why? I've known Peter all my life. He's trustable enough," James said warily. "Why should I trust you? How old are you, anyway?"
"16, sir, I'm a prefect. Please trust me, please."
"OK, OK, I'll trust you. You sound so desperate, you're believable."
The next morning Harry had awoken feeling different. Something was changed. He got up and went about his day. Ron looked different. He was tall, but not lanky, but muscled instead. His hair was gelled and slightly spiked. Hermione ignored Harry and so did Ron. It was like they didn't even know him. Maybe they were mad at him. He just ignored it. But everyone else treated him differently too, even Snape. It was the end of the day when Harry felt a bigger difference. The Halloween feast was the usual festive event and Harry forgot his troubles as he sat alone at the end and ate. Afterwards he remembered everything and started looking for Ginny.
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James Potter woke up the next morning, and went to work as usual, he couldn't get out of it. He came home in the afternoon, and talked with Lily about the impending attack, with Harry playing obliviously on the floor.
"James, we'll be fine. You-Know-Who is'nt coming soon,"
"I have a feeling we can't trust Peter, though. Sirius must remain our secret keeper,"James said with conviction.
Just then Sirius came in. "Are you ready to change to Peter?" he asked.
James said he wanted to keep Sirius, Peter wasn't strong enough. They argued endlessy, it seemed to Lily. "Please, Sirius," she finally said. "For Harry's sake." Sirius nodded resignedly, cast the spell with a burst of energy and left.
That night James thanked Harry profusely when he answered the phone. "Just enjoy your family," was Harry's response when James said he could never repay him.
"I will, oh, I will," James said gratefully.
Something Gone Chapter Two: Changing Fate
Ginny heard a ringing noise. 'What was that?' she wondered. She went back to sleep, and had a strange dream. A man and a woman were sitting together watching their young son, when another man came in. The men argued, then one man set a spell and left.
Ginny woke up. What was that? Who were they? There had been a sense of danger lining the dream, and it had disapeared when the spell was set. Why had she dreamt of people she didn't know?
*~*~* *~*~* *~*~* ~*~*~
Harry rushed down to the common room, and waited for his father to call. Two nights ago Harry had awoken to a ringing noise like a telephone. 'What is a telephone doing at Hogwarts?' Harry wondered to himself. He walked down the tower stairs, and in a nearly hidden corner of the common room was a small old-fashioned telephone, and it was ringing.
He cautiously picked it up, spoke into it softly, "hello?"
"Hello, who is this?" a deep voice asked. Why did the voice sound so familiar?
"My name is Harry, who is this?"
The man explained that his name was James Potter. Harry gasped softly. "Something wrong, Harry?" James asked. Harry quickly said he had heard a lot about James. James said that wasn't surprising, he had done a lot for the wizarding community.
Harry asked what a telephone was doing at Hogwarts. James told him that Dumbledore had thought it was safer, because Voldemort would never think of a telephone. "Should I get Dumbledore, then?" Harry asked. James said no, he was just calling to make sure Hogwarts was safe. Harry said yes it was, and asked for the date. How was his father calling when he was dead?
"October 30, 1981, son," James replied. Son, he had called Harry. Common term, really, but it sent shivers down Harry's back. Then he realized what date his father had said. October 30, 1981? That was the day before his parents had died. Oh my gosh, he could save his parents
"Mr. Potter, sir? Is a Sirius Black asking you to trust a Peter Pettigrew?" Harry asked.
"Son, are you a diviner? Because you've hit the nail on the head. Why?"
"Its because Pettigrew is not trustable. Whatever you do please don't trust him. Please."
"Why? I've known Peter all my life. He's trustable enough," James said warily. "Why should I trust you? How old are you, anyway?"
"16, sir, I'm a prefect. Please trust me, please."
"OK, OK, I'll trust you. You sound so desperate, you're believable."
The next morning Harry had awoken feeling different. Something was changed. He got up and went about his day. Ron looked different. He was tall, but not lanky, but muscled instead. His hair was gelled and slightly spiked. Hermione ignored Harry and so did Ron. It was like they didn't even know him. Maybe they were mad at him. He just ignored it. But everyone else treated him differently too, even Snape. It was the end of the day when Harry felt a bigger difference. The Halloween feast was the usual festive event and Harry forgot his troubles as he sat alone at the end and ate. Afterwards he remembered everything and started looking for Ginny.
*~*~* ~*~*~ *~*~* ~*~*~
James Potter woke up the next morning, and went to work as usual, he couldn't get out of it. He came home in the afternoon, and talked with Lily about the impending attack, with Harry playing obliviously on the floor.
"James, we'll be fine. You-Know-Who is'nt coming soon,"
"I have a feeling we can't trust Peter, though. Sirius must remain our secret keeper,"James said with conviction.
Just then Sirius came in. "Are you ready to change to Peter?" he asked.
James said he wanted to keep Sirius, Peter wasn't strong enough. They argued endlessy, it seemed to Lily. "Please, Sirius," she finally said. "For Harry's sake." Sirius nodded resignedly, cast the spell with a burst of energy and left.
That night James thanked Harry profusely when he answered the phone. "Just enjoy your family," was Harry's response when James said he could never repay him.
"I will, oh, I will," James said gratefully.