Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter…J.K. Rowling does…it would be pretty cool though…
A/N: Hey! This is my first story…hopefully it's not too horrible…and I know my summery and title suck…I'll change them once I think of something better…but this is a fic about Harry going back through time and meeting…his parents!!!!so yeah.i know my story's proably horrible and this chapters really short (so's the next one, sorry) but, I dunno, hopefully it will turn out ok…oh and I wasn't sure how to rate it exactly..its PG b/c theres going to be a little bit of cussing, but I'm not exactly sure how much..anywho, enjoy!!!
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Harry Potter sat in the comfy green chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. He sighed. It had been a long day. He had been in the library with Ron and Hermione, writing their first essay for Potions that year, which was turning out to be particularly nasty, when all of a sudden, his scar started to burn. Harry had been waiting in that same chair for the past 12 minutes now.
"'Lo Fawkes," said Harry quietly to the beautiful bird. The phoenix seemed to be trying to comfort Harry by nuzzling his hand with his head. It was working. The fifteen-year-old boy's thoughts drifted to the past summer. It had been one of the worst summers of his life. Come to think of it, it was the worst summer of his life.
The ride home from the train station was a bit quieter than usual. Not that this was a bad thing. It was always good when the Dursleys were being quieter than normal. But, as it turns out, Uncle Vernon was just waiting to get home—where there weren't quite so many wizards—to yell at Harry. Apparently, Dumbledore had decided to let his relatives know about what had happened at the Third Task. His uncle had been more than a little displeased at receiving an owl from a wizard. He had been even less pleased after reading the letter, which had the 'audacity' to contained words such as magic and wand. Uncle Vernon therefore decided that yelling at Harry for two hours would somewhat make up for this traumatizing experience. The Dursleys had also decided that locking Harry in his bedroom—or rather, Dudley's second bedroom—was worth the threat of Sirius. He was in there for two weeks, being let out to use the bathroom a few times a day. His food was pushed through the flap on the door that had been installed the summer before second year. After the two weeks were up, things more or less went back to normal, with the exception of Harry having more chores and less food (Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had given up the diet and hired their own customized tailor for Dudley. Somehow, though, they still managed to give Harry even less food than before…).
However, his so-called family was the least of his worries. Harry hated being out of touch with the Wizarding community and longed to know what was happening with Voldemort. Not that Hermione, Ron, and even Sirius didn't try to up-date him as much as possible on what was going on. Which was nothing, besides a few suspicious-looking characters disapparateing here and there. Rather than relieving Harry's fears, however, it only made him all the more wary.
Between doing all his chores and waiting for more information of Voldemort, Harry had lots of time to think. And somehow his mind always wandered to the same subject. Cedric. 'How could I be so stupid?' thought Harry. 'I should have known better than to let him take the cup with me! I should have known it was a portkey! I at least could have tried to do something when Wormtail killed him instead of just standing there like the coward I am! It's all my fault! All of it is my fault! Cedric, Sirius, my mum and dad….'
Harry shook himself out of these thoughts. He should think of something else; these thoughts were never very productive. In a feeble attempt to get his mind on something else, Harry looked around the office for something else to focus on. His eyes quickly landed on a small, emerald green stone that was resting on Dumbledore's desk. It was only about the size of a gumball. He couldn't help himself; he had to pick it up. 'It's the same color as my eyes. Or rather my mum's eyes….' He barely knew anything about either of his parents. He did know a bit about his father, things that Sirius or Lupin or even some of his professors had mentioned. It was strange. He lived with his mother's sister and he knew even less about her than he did about his dad. All he really knew about her was that her eyes matched this stone perfectly. All of a sudden Harry would have done anything to see those eyes. To know more about both his parents; to actually have had a conversation with them. He would have done anything in the world to be with them right at that moment.
Out of nowhere, the room started to spin. Everything became blurry. Harry closed his eyes and held onto his glasses. Then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Harry heard a small squeak and then another voice say "What the bloody hell?!?" Harry slowly opened his eyes. He saw a girl with reddish hair and emerald eyes and a boy who looked exactly like him except for having gray eyes and no scar, standing in the middle of a corridor. "Mom, Dad..?" Harry whispered. Then everything went black.
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A/N: Hey! How was it?? I kind of sound paranoid don't I? It's only b/c I am…:-) but humor me and review! Please!!Honestly, I don't care what you say but say something! I'm dieing to know how it is…um, the 2nd chap should be up in a few days..in the off chance that anyone cares..so til then, bye!!
-Lizzy