A/n- I edited the chapters so I could post this on fictionalley, but the
mods are being overly difficult about my spelling and grammar. I read this
three times! Arg!
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Chapter 4
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'Of course,' Harry thought to himself. 'I come to the past, and now the Chamber of Secrets has been opened!' He would have continued his complaint of how unfair his life was when he felt another way of nausea, and fainted.
Dumbledore was so occupied with the message on the wall, that he didn't even notice Harry faint and fall into a puddle on the floor. Which was a shame, Dumbledore though to himself afterward, back in his chamber. It really wasn't a good idea to have a new student, with an already suspicious story, so close to the foreboding message; and the way Harry had reacted...
Dumbledore had thought about these facts at length sitting in front of his fire later that night, but at the moment of discovery, the only thing that went through his head was if the prefect was okay, and that that moment, it was apparent she was not.
Dumbledore came to his senses, and ran to the infirmary, leaving the vulnerable Harry alone in the dark hallway, which was also another mistake, on reflection. Within moments, he was running back, his long hair flying wildly behind him, accompanied by the nurse Madame Rosetter, a tight-lipped woman whose touch made the convalescent shiver to the bone. She might not have been the friendliest person, but she was adept at her job, and by the paleness of her face, it was obvious that she knew what the prefect was afflicted with.
"Petrified" she said, a detectable fear in her voice. "And who is this? He seems to have fainted." Madame Rosetter turned her attention away from the prefect, whom Dumbledore had identified as Allison Racker, and went over to Harry.
"Silly me!" Dumbledore said, a slight panic in his voice, "this is my nephew's wife's niece's cousin once removed. He is going to be enrolled here. I was just taking him to his common room, when we heard Allison's scream. Why don't you take him to the infirmary, and I'll go get the headmaster." As much as Dumbledore already cared for the young boy, he had other things to worry about. And a prefect being attacked was definitely one of them.
Madam Rosetter conjured a stretcher, and lead Harry through the twists and turns of Hogwarts to the infirmary. Of course, Harry was not aware of this, so when he awoke in the infirmary, he was startled, to say the least.
Oddly enough, the infirmary looked almost identical to Harry's infirmary. He would know, as he seemed to spend at least a week in there every year. He sat up, surprised at the stiffness of his own body. "Excuse me? What happened?"
A stern woman, who Harry immediately guessed was the nurse looked at him in surprise. "Oh. You must have not seen what happened. A prefect was petrified, and there was a horrible message on the wall. You must have fainted in fright."
Harry seriously doubted that he would faint in fright, and then he remembered what the message had said, and let out a loud groan. These new events were seriously going to change the plan of 'don't interfere with time.' He got up, and started groping for his shoes. Before the nurse could utter a protest, he quietly slipped out the door. He needed to find Professor Dumbledore, and fast.
He slipped undetected through the great halls of the school, silently cursing the fact that his invisibility cloak was in 1994, and he was in 1946. He somehow found his way to Dumbledore's office without being found by the current groundskeeper, who Harry was sure was just as unpleasant as Filch.
Harry looked inside the classroom, but to his dismay, Dumbledore wasn't there. He silently crept back to the Gryffindor entrance, where a first- year was kind enough to give him the password. Harry stepped into the common room, and found Dumbledore already there
"...And here he is. Everyone, let me introduce you to Harry Granger." Dumbledore gave a grand gesture to Harry.
Harry looked up, searching for who Dumbledore was talking about. 'Oh, I'm him.' He thought absent mindedly as he waved to the common room.
Dumbledore pulled Harry over to the side. "Your dormitory is over there." He said, pointing to Harry's own dormitory. Harry nodded numbly, and went up to his room. He walked over to the unused bed, and was surprised to find a full truck already sitting at the head of the bed. Inside was a note.
"Here are something's of mine, clothing and books and such, seeing as yours are not 'available' right now. I think we are the same size!" Harry took out a robe, and laughed as it engulfed him. He never really grew much; all the years of sun-deprivation sleeping in a cupboard would do that to you. He laid all the things on his bed, and shrank them until they were small enough to fit his petite figure.
Harry took a breath and braced himself. Now to go meet his fellow Gryffindors...
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Chapter 4
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'Of course,' Harry thought to himself. 'I come to the past, and now the Chamber of Secrets has been opened!' He would have continued his complaint of how unfair his life was when he felt another way of nausea, and fainted.
Dumbledore was so occupied with the message on the wall, that he didn't even notice Harry faint and fall into a puddle on the floor. Which was a shame, Dumbledore though to himself afterward, back in his chamber. It really wasn't a good idea to have a new student, with an already suspicious story, so close to the foreboding message; and the way Harry had reacted...
Dumbledore had thought about these facts at length sitting in front of his fire later that night, but at the moment of discovery, the only thing that went through his head was if the prefect was okay, and that that moment, it was apparent she was not.
Dumbledore came to his senses, and ran to the infirmary, leaving the vulnerable Harry alone in the dark hallway, which was also another mistake, on reflection. Within moments, he was running back, his long hair flying wildly behind him, accompanied by the nurse Madame Rosetter, a tight-lipped woman whose touch made the convalescent shiver to the bone. She might not have been the friendliest person, but she was adept at her job, and by the paleness of her face, it was obvious that she knew what the prefect was afflicted with.
"Petrified" she said, a detectable fear in her voice. "And who is this? He seems to have fainted." Madame Rosetter turned her attention away from the prefect, whom Dumbledore had identified as Allison Racker, and went over to Harry.
"Silly me!" Dumbledore said, a slight panic in his voice, "this is my nephew's wife's niece's cousin once removed. He is going to be enrolled here. I was just taking him to his common room, when we heard Allison's scream. Why don't you take him to the infirmary, and I'll go get the headmaster." As much as Dumbledore already cared for the young boy, he had other things to worry about. And a prefect being attacked was definitely one of them.
Madam Rosetter conjured a stretcher, and lead Harry through the twists and turns of Hogwarts to the infirmary. Of course, Harry was not aware of this, so when he awoke in the infirmary, he was startled, to say the least.
Oddly enough, the infirmary looked almost identical to Harry's infirmary. He would know, as he seemed to spend at least a week in there every year. He sat up, surprised at the stiffness of his own body. "Excuse me? What happened?"
A stern woman, who Harry immediately guessed was the nurse looked at him in surprise. "Oh. You must have not seen what happened. A prefect was petrified, and there was a horrible message on the wall. You must have fainted in fright."
Harry seriously doubted that he would faint in fright, and then he remembered what the message had said, and let out a loud groan. These new events were seriously going to change the plan of 'don't interfere with time.' He got up, and started groping for his shoes. Before the nurse could utter a protest, he quietly slipped out the door. He needed to find Professor Dumbledore, and fast.
He slipped undetected through the great halls of the school, silently cursing the fact that his invisibility cloak was in 1994, and he was in 1946. He somehow found his way to Dumbledore's office without being found by the current groundskeeper, who Harry was sure was just as unpleasant as Filch.
Harry looked inside the classroom, but to his dismay, Dumbledore wasn't there. He silently crept back to the Gryffindor entrance, where a first- year was kind enough to give him the password. Harry stepped into the common room, and found Dumbledore already there
"...And here he is. Everyone, let me introduce you to Harry Granger." Dumbledore gave a grand gesture to Harry.
Harry looked up, searching for who Dumbledore was talking about. 'Oh, I'm him.' He thought absent mindedly as he waved to the common room.
Dumbledore pulled Harry over to the side. "Your dormitory is over there." He said, pointing to Harry's own dormitory. Harry nodded numbly, and went up to his room. He walked over to the unused bed, and was surprised to find a full truck already sitting at the head of the bed. Inside was a note.
"Here are something's of mine, clothing and books and such, seeing as yours are not 'available' right now. I think we are the same size!" Harry took out a robe, and laughed as it engulfed him. He never really grew much; all the years of sun-deprivation sleeping in a cupboard would do that to you. He laid all the things on his bed, and shrank them until they were small enough to fit his petite figure.
Harry took a breath and braced himself. Now to go meet his fellow Gryffindors...