A/N: OK, like usual NOTHING that is from the last five books is mine. I
hope JK won't mind but I have copied little bits of her beautiful writing,
as this story is a "What If" story so the characters will be saying some
familiar things. Please give the story a chance and RR. I LOVE reviews of
all sort: even constructive criticism. Open to suggestions.
What If?
Chapter One: Sirius and the veil
(From the Fifth Book) It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged vale hanging from the arch. Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on hi god-fathers wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place. Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but he knew it meant nothing - Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second....
But Sirius didn't reappear. "SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. "SIRIUS!" He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry would pull him back out. He reached the dais and heard hurrying footsteps.
He looked back to see Lupin in hot pursuit. But just as he was an arms length from the dais a bolt of red light hit him in the back. He dropped to the ground, motionless. Harry would get his god father, then come back and help Sirius. He dived at the fluttering veil, and disappeared through the other side.
For a moment there was nothing. It was as though nothing mattered anymore - except his godfather. He was falling, falling through an unbelievable blackness. His mind wandered into a far of land. But just as he was about to give up, he thought of his god father. "I have to save him, I just have to" he thought desperately. Then he hit the ground. It was hard as he had expected but soft. His mind slipped into darkness.
He woke up with an excruciating headache, but not from his scar. The pain was unbearable. He yelped, clutching his head and sat up quickly. His head collided with something solid and tears sprang into his eyes. He was in a small dark room, a room that looked familiar somehow, as though from a previous life. A thudding sound came from above and memories flooded into his head, as water flooded out of a broken dam.
Dudley. Cupboard. Aunt Petunia. Uncle Vernon. The Zoo. They kept flowing until he had known all he had before, up until he came to the battle at the veil. After that, he couldn't remember anything. But then a thought struck him. How could he be in his cupboard, when he had a room? And he was meant to be at Hogwarts. Hogwarts! He so badly wanted to be there, but he wasn't sure whether it was real. Or any of the memories he had had been real.
Perhaps it was all just a dream. But he couldn't bear to think about that. All a dream. He shuddered at the thought of living at the Dursleys for the rest of his life. If it was a dream, it had been a good one, but like all dreams, they ended and when they ended you were left to face reality. Cold hard reality. He closed his eyes and put his hand on his forehead. No help. But then a horrible voice rang through his head, intensifying his headache. "Up! Get up! Now!" The voice washed any hopes that his dream was real away. But somehow, the words seemed familiar, as though from his past life that he had thought about before. "Up!" the voice screeched again. Harry closed his eyes tightly, hoping it all to go away, to wake up in Hogwarts.
There was a clashing of pans in the kitchen. With a groan Harry pushed the door to his cupboard open and stepped into the hallway. His aunt pushed the door to the kitchen open and said "Are you." but saw that he was up so she said. "Hurry up; I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddys birthday." she turned around and went into the kitchen. "This is getting waaaay to freaky" Harry thought, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Then another shocking thought hit him in the face like a cold washer: maybe the dream wasn't a dream. Maybe he was going to live the next five years of his life all over again. The he thought: I could stop Voldemort. I know what's going to happen. But before he decided on anything he chose to test it.
He walked into the kitchen and saw, to his surprise the kitchen was set out exactly as he remembered it. The table groaning with presents and Vernon was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. He saw the computer shaped present, the telly and even the racing bike. Harry remembered back to his dream. Concentrating hard he remembered what uncle Vernon had said. "Comb your hair" he had said. "I'm going to have fun with this" Harry thought.
Uncle Vernon looked up and opened his mouth. But before he was going to say anything Harry cut in and said "Yes Uncle Vernon, I will try to comb my hair". Uncle Vernon's moustache twitched. "How did you know what I was going to say" He asked. But then as though the real Vernon popped out he yelled "DON'T YOU DARE BE CHEAKY TO ME!"
Harry nodded and turned to the kitchen to start cooking breakfast. So it was settled. Harry would be able to tell the future. Because, well he had lived it. The rest of the day passed quickly: Dudley's tantrum about not having enough presents, the phone call from Mrs. Figg about her broken leg, and the arrival of Piers, Dudley's best friend. Up to the talk Vernon gave Harry before they left. But before he could, Harry jumped in and said "no uncle Vernon I won't do any funny business and I understand that if I do you'll lock me in the cupboard from now until Christmas". And before Vernon could say anything, Harry walked off and jumped in the car.
On the car trip Harry just kept to himself. At the zoo Harry didn't let Dudley punch him but jumped out of the way, so the glass tank stayed just as it was. As they were walking from the zoo they heard screams from the reptile house. "A SNAKE HAS BEEN SET FREE!!!!!!!!!!" people were yelling. Harry smiled to himself. He had been thinking intently upon letting the snake free.
How'd you like it? Please RR so I get the encouragement to write on.
What If?
Chapter One: Sirius and the veil
(From the Fifth Book) It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged vale hanging from the arch. Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on hi god-fathers wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place. Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but he knew it meant nothing - Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second....
But Sirius didn't reappear. "SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. "SIRIUS!" He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry would pull him back out. He reached the dais and heard hurrying footsteps.
He looked back to see Lupin in hot pursuit. But just as he was an arms length from the dais a bolt of red light hit him in the back. He dropped to the ground, motionless. Harry would get his god father, then come back and help Sirius. He dived at the fluttering veil, and disappeared through the other side.
For a moment there was nothing. It was as though nothing mattered anymore - except his godfather. He was falling, falling through an unbelievable blackness. His mind wandered into a far of land. But just as he was about to give up, he thought of his god father. "I have to save him, I just have to" he thought desperately. Then he hit the ground. It was hard as he had expected but soft. His mind slipped into darkness.
He woke up with an excruciating headache, but not from his scar. The pain was unbearable. He yelped, clutching his head and sat up quickly. His head collided with something solid and tears sprang into his eyes. He was in a small dark room, a room that looked familiar somehow, as though from a previous life. A thudding sound came from above and memories flooded into his head, as water flooded out of a broken dam.
Dudley. Cupboard. Aunt Petunia. Uncle Vernon. The Zoo. They kept flowing until he had known all he had before, up until he came to the battle at the veil. After that, he couldn't remember anything. But then a thought struck him. How could he be in his cupboard, when he had a room? And he was meant to be at Hogwarts. Hogwarts! He so badly wanted to be there, but he wasn't sure whether it was real. Or any of the memories he had had been real.
Perhaps it was all just a dream. But he couldn't bear to think about that. All a dream. He shuddered at the thought of living at the Dursleys for the rest of his life. If it was a dream, it had been a good one, but like all dreams, they ended and when they ended you were left to face reality. Cold hard reality. He closed his eyes and put his hand on his forehead. No help. But then a horrible voice rang through his head, intensifying his headache. "Up! Get up! Now!" The voice washed any hopes that his dream was real away. But somehow, the words seemed familiar, as though from his past life that he had thought about before. "Up!" the voice screeched again. Harry closed his eyes tightly, hoping it all to go away, to wake up in Hogwarts.
There was a clashing of pans in the kitchen. With a groan Harry pushed the door to his cupboard open and stepped into the hallway. His aunt pushed the door to the kitchen open and said "Are you." but saw that he was up so she said. "Hurry up; I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddys birthday." she turned around and went into the kitchen. "This is getting waaaay to freaky" Harry thought, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Then another shocking thought hit him in the face like a cold washer: maybe the dream wasn't a dream. Maybe he was going to live the next five years of his life all over again. The he thought: I could stop Voldemort. I know what's going to happen. But before he decided on anything he chose to test it.
He walked into the kitchen and saw, to his surprise the kitchen was set out exactly as he remembered it. The table groaning with presents and Vernon was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. He saw the computer shaped present, the telly and even the racing bike. Harry remembered back to his dream. Concentrating hard he remembered what uncle Vernon had said. "Comb your hair" he had said. "I'm going to have fun with this" Harry thought.
Uncle Vernon looked up and opened his mouth. But before he was going to say anything Harry cut in and said "Yes Uncle Vernon, I will try to comb my hair". Uncle Vernon's moustache twitched. "How did you know what I was going to say" He asked. But then as though the real Vernon popped out he yelled "DON'T YOU DARE BE CHEAKY TO ME!"
Harry nodded and turned to the kitchen to start cooking breakfast. So it was settled. Harry would be able to tell the future. Because, well he had lived it. The rest of the day passed quickly: Dudley's tantrum about not having enough presents, the phone call from Mrs. Figg about her broken leg, and the arrival of Piers, Dudley's best friend. Up to the talk Vernon gave Harry before they left. But before he could, Harry jumped in and said "no uncle Vernon I won't do any funny business and I understand that if I do you'll lock me in the cupboard from now until Christmas". And before Vernon could say anything, Harry walked off and jumped in the car.
On the car trip Harry just kept to himself. At the zoo Harry didn't let Dudley punch him but jumped out of the way, so the glass tank stayed just as it was. As they were walking from the zoo they heard screams from the reptile house. "A SNAKE HAS BEEN SET FREE!!!!!!!!!!" people were yelling. Harry smiled to himself. He had been thinking intently upon letting the snake free.
How'd you like it? Please RR so I get the encouragement to write on.