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 5
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Harry gingerly made his way down the stairs. "Time travel is bad for your motor skills." Harry thought to himself. When he finally reached the bottom of the stair, he found the dormitory empty, except for a large group, again circled around the red-headed boy. He seemed to be quite popular, and was favoring the Gryffindors with another one of his stories. This suited Harry well enough. 1946 was not a permanent situation, and the more isolated he was, the less likely he was to change time.
Harry sat by the fire, letting the light from the flames dance across his eyelids. He had an exceptional weight on him, more than should ever be on one pair of shoulders. And yet, was this another weight? Another test to prove to himself that he couldn't always be the hero? Someone was going to die, and Hagrid was going to be expelled.
"No" Harry whispered to himself. "This is the cruelest punishment. I cannot do anything. And I miss my home."
"You miss your home, eh?" Harry heard a voice say. He spun around to find himself face to face with the littlest girl he could imagine. Her countenance was barely readable, but held a mixture of amusement, sympathy and sorrow.
"I miss home to. You know, this is my first year here, and I miss my mom and dad and older brother. Hi. My name is Olivia. You're Harry, right?"
"Yeah, my name is Harry. Don't worry, you'll like it here." Harry gave her a reassuring glance.
"I guess. I'm kind of hungry though. I can't get used to this strict eating schedule."
Harry gave a large grin. "I think I know how I can help. Wait here and then we'll go somewhere that you might like." With this, Harry went up to his room, to look in his trunk for his wand.
he started rummaging through his trunk, looking for where he had put his wand. But to his surprise, he felt a smooth fabric on the tip of his fingers. "Oh, Dumbledore, you shouldn't have" he muttered to himself.
With this, he pulled out an invisibility cloak, one that looked rather familiar to Harry's own, sitting in his trunk in 1994.
He folded it up and put it gently in his pocket, along with his wand. Quietly, he led Olivia to the kitchens, the whole time concealed under the invisibility cloak. When she was greeted by several house elves, she looked to Harry with admiration. He smiled and watched her gorge herself.
It was true that Olivia was not used to strict eating schedules, she was a rather plump girl, but she did have an endearing quality. Almost the same that Molly Weasley had, but with a spark of life that was very refreshing to a tired soul. When Olivia grew older, Harry decided, she would make an excellent mother, the one who was always there to give advice.
After Olivia had filled every pocket of her robes to their extent, they started to walk back down the silent halls of Hogwarts to the Gryffindor common room.
"Shh!" Harry scolded Olivia quietly. "stop rubbing your feet against the ground like that! Do you want to get us in trouble?!"
"But Harry!" Olivia cried frantically, hoarsely. "I'm not!"
Harry looked up and surveyed the hall. It was empty, save the portrait at the end of the hall, and the occupant was most definitely asleep. Then, he heard it. /Crush, rip, kill, smell them out, kill, destroy!/ Harry's blood ran cold as he realized who the disembodied voice was.
Out one of the classroom doors came the brilliant green basilisk, followed by his master, Tom Riddle.
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Chapter 5
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Harry gingerly made his way down the stairs. "Time travel is bad for your motor skills." Harry thought to himself. When he finally reached the bottom of the stair, he found the dormitory empty, except for a large group, again circled around the red-headed boy. He seemed to be quite popular, and was favoring the Gryffindors with another one of his stories. This suited Harry well enough. 1946 was not a permanent situation, and the more isolated he was, the less likely he was to change time.
Harry sat by the fire, letting the light from the flames dance across his eyelids. He had an exceptional weight on him, more than should ever be on one pair of shoulders. And yet, was this another weight? Another test to prove to himself that he couldn't always be the hero? Someone was going to die, and Hagrid was going to be expelled.
"No" Harry whispered to himself. "This is the cruelest punishment. I cannot do anything. And I miss my home."
"You miss your home, eh?" Harry heard a voice say. He spun around to find himself face to face with the littlest girl he could imagine. Her countenance was barely readable, but held a mixture of amusement, sympathy and sorrow.
"I miss home to. You know, this is my first year here, and I miss my mom and dad and older brother. Hi. My name is Olivia. You're Harry, right?"
"Yeah, my name is Harry. Don't worry, you'll like it here." Harry gave her a reassuring glance.
"I guess. I'm kind of hungry though. I can't get used to this strict eating schedule."
Harry gave a large grin. "I think I know how I can help. Wait here and then we'll go somewhere that you might like." With this, Harry went up to his room, to look in his trunk for his wand.
he started rummaging through his trunk, looking for where he had put his wand. But to his surprise, he felt a smooth fabric on the tip of his fingers. "Oh, Dumbledore, you shouldn't have" he muttered to himself.
With this, he pulled out an invisibility cloak, one that looked rather familiar to Harry's own, sitting in his trunk in 1994.
He folded it up and put it gently in his pocket, along with his wand. Quietly, he led Olivia to the kitchens, the whole time concealed under the invisibility cloak. When she was greeted by several house elves, she looked to Harry with admiration. He smiled and watched her gorge herself.
It was true that Olivia was not used to strict eating schedules, she was a rather plump girl, but she did have an endearing quality. Almost the same that Molly Weasley had, but with a spark of life that was very refreshing to a tired soul. When Olivia grew older, Harry decided, she would make an excellent mother, the one who was always there to give advice.
After Olivia had filled every pocket of her robes to their extent, they started to walk back down the silent halls of Hogwarts to the Gryffindor common room.
"Shh!" Harry scolded Olivia quietly. "stop rubbing your feet against the ground like that! Do you want to get us in trouble?!"
"But Harry!" Olivia cried frantically, hoarsely. "I'm not!"
Harry looked up and surveyed the hall. It was empty, save the portrait at the end of the hall, and the occupant was most definitely asleep. Then, he heard it. /Crush, rip, kill, smell them out, kill, destroy!/ Harry's blood ran cold as he realized who the disembodied voice was.
Out one of the classroom doors came the brilliant green basilisk, followed by his master, Tom Riddle.