Title: Aevum

Author: Pink Spyder

Premise: Begins toward the end of the 5th book (The Order of the Phoenix). Harry is cornered by Death Eaters, when a sudden accident transports him years into the future. From the moment it begins, it strays off the course of OotP, showing what might have happened, had he just picked a different door!!

WARNINGS: Contains some spoilers. :P Rated PG, as the author has no idea where this story is going to go after a certain point. _

R&R: Please? *whimper*

Disclaimer: I don't own 'Arry Potter, but I certainly do envy Joan Rowling (I hear she's richer than the Queen of England now!)

Prologue:

Beyond the Veil (The Battle for the Prophecy)

"STUBEFY!" shouted Neville, wheeling around and waving Hermione's wand at the oncoming Death Eaters. "STUBEFY, STUBEFY!"

But nothing happened -- one of the Death Eaters shot their own Stunning Spell at Neville; it missed him by inches. Harry and Neville were now the only two left fighting the five Death Eaters, two of whom sent streams of silver light like arrows part them that left craters in the wall behind them. Harry ran for it as Bellatrix Lestrange sprinted right at him. Holding the prophecy high above his head he sprinted back up the room; all he could think of doing was to draw the Death Eaters away from the others.

He made his way to the door, returning once more to the circular room. Frantically, Harry chose a random door, bursting through as the Death Eaters scrambled after him. Slamming the door behind him, he panted a moment, quickly analyzing the room's layout. This room's walls were a dull, blank white, as were the floors, and it seemed nothing more than a 10 x 10 square. In the middle sat a large golden hour glass, with several knobs and dials that seemed quite unnecessary to Harry.

Walking to the center of the room, Harry examined the hour glass with a distracted interest. Its little dials were whirling franticly, while the knobs seemed to hum at different tones, based on this whirling. Harry bent down for a closer look.

The door behind Harry burst opening, the Death Eaters pushing in. Feeling foolishly unprepared, he swept around, reaching for his wand. He wasn't halted by the four wands suddenly pointed menacingly at his head.

"Hand over the prophecy, Potter," snarled Lucius Malfoy, his patience long worn thin.

Harry glared at him defiantly, as though daring him to do something. "Let the others go, first!" he yelled, his voice turning to a growl.

"Ha!" laughed Bellatrix, from behind Malfoy, "And they told us you were intelligent, boy. Look around; you're in no position to bargain." She smirked, a manic gleam in her eyes.

"Well, then," Harry growled, "I guess we'll have to do this the hard way." He gripped his wand. At this moment, he was so afraid, he was past fear. All logic seemed to have left him.

"IMPEDIMENTA!" Harry screamed , a flash of light exploding from his wand. All at once, two of the Death Eaters rushed him, knocking him backwards. The prophecy flew out of his hands, and he heard it shatter against the wall to his right. Reaching out for anything to keep him from falling, he blindly groped in the air, until his hand closed around something cold, and smooth. He pulled the hourglass toward himself, hitting the ground with such an impact, that he saw stars.

Harry only had time to hear the angry screech of one Death Eater, before being completely enveloped by a bright blue light.

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