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Disclaimer: Lets see, I haven't done one of these in a while. But you know the drill...I don't own anything in the Harry Potter universe. I do, however, own the plot of this story. :O) And besides, if I did own anything about "Harry Potter", would I really be writing fan fiction? I don't think so! *grins*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Detention*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Past~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry, though still quite tired, and in a rather grumpy mood, laid still, trying to think of what had happened.
'The Torch', Harry thought to himself. 'What happened when I touched it?' Harry strained his memory trying to recall what happened. It was all a blur.
"Dunno where 'e came from, Professor. He was just lying on the ground in the middle o' the night when I found 'im," Hagrid's gruff voice came into Harry's head.
Harry, in spite of himself, snapped his eyes open and saw his headmaster and Hagrid, alive and well, standing at the foot of his bed in the hospital wing. Dumbledore and Hagrid were conversing in low whispers.
Harry didn't move or make a sound, as he was in shock. Dumbledore, Harry noticed, didn't look as tired or weary as he usually did. In fact, Dumbledore looked exactly how Harry remembered him in his first year.
Hagrid, however, was noticeably younger. There weren't any laugh lines crinkled around his eyes, or thin gray hairs among his bushy black beard or hair. Though, he did still have the moleskin overcoat.
"And you have no idea who this boy is?" was Dumbledore's response. They seemed to have taken no notice that Harry was awake.
"No, sir," answered Hagrid. "And he can' be James Potter, sir. I saw James Potter at breakfast an hour ago. He should be in potions righ' now..."
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"3...2...1," Sirius Black muttered.
BOOM!
Potion exploded out of Severus Snape's cauldron, all over himself and his buddies, Antonin Dolohov, Evan Rosier, and Thomas Travers. Snape, who was a younger version of the shoulder-length greasy haired, miserable git that Harry knew, jumped into the air in surprise and agony. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew all burst out laughing.
"Tha...that...d-dungbomb," James Potter choked out, "was d-dead on!"
"Yeah," Sirius replied, laughing. "Great aim, Prongs!"
Snape and his goonies began to whimper in pain. Their skin had started to peel and turned a sickly green. The Slytherins were in disarray, while the Gryffindors sniggered and laughed.
Professor Posden, the potions Master, a rather short, slightly chubby man with ghost white hair, reaching the end of his years, snapped his head up from his desk. It only took one glance at Snape and company to realize what had happened and who had caused it. Professor Posden slowly turned his gaze to the ring leaders of the marauders, James Potter and Sirius Black.
James and Sirius immediately stopped laughing as those cold, hard brown eyes met their eyes. Though Professor Posden had a kind face (which somehow reminded the marauders of Santa Clause) he was very strict about following the rules, and gave terrible punishments to those who broke them, especially this degree of disobedience.
"Which one of you did it?" Professor Posden asked simply. This, of course, was something the marauders took turns doing at least once every 3 months. No one made a sound. "Ah, I see. Well, let me think. I believe you, Mr. Black, threw a dungbomb in Mr. Snape's cauldron on the first day of school. And you, Mr. Potter, threw another in Mr. Snape's cauldron after Halloween...so that would leave Mr. Lupin and Mr. Pettigrew due for a turn."
"It wasn't Mo--Remus, Professor," Sirius blurted out before he could stop himself. Remus shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Oh, then it was Mr. Pettigrew..." Professor Posden started as he got up from his seat and walked over towards the marauder's table.
"It was James and Sirius!" Peter said quickly. James and Sirius had expected this. Peter was a nice kid, but not that bright. And he would never take the fall for anyone, though Sirius, James, and Remus had done it many times for him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Present~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dumbledore paced his office. He had had Madam Hooch supervise all the quidditch practices. How? *How* did Harry disappear?
According to Madam Hooch she had been watching Harry and Ron running from the stadium, and then she went back inside the locker room to put her broom in the broom cup board. When she came out 10 seconds later, he was gone. She had, of course, assumed he'd gone inside the castle.
How in the world could Harry get away from the castle so quickly? The gates were 100 feet away? And Harry's and Ron's brooms were found on the ground that morning when the third year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws went to Herbology. Harry couldn't have flown away. Of course he couldn't have, that was foolish to think. And the most likely explanation of what had happened was the one Dumbledore feared most. Voldemort had finally managed to abduct Harry. Or...just maybe....the Green Flame Torch...no, no...Harry wasn't ready for it...yet...
Dumbledore sat down in his chair and began to rub his temple. He had called Hermione and Ron to his office, they would be arriving shortly. What would they think? What would Sirius think? Harry was basically the only person Sirius cared about. Dumbledore sighed, some how he was going to find where Harry had gone, and would do anything to save him. Harry was their last hope against Voldemort. Without him, all was lost.
*Knock*Knock*
"Please enter," Dumbledore answered.
The door peaked open, and Ron and Hermione walked into the room. They both looked worried, and bewildered.
"Sir, is this about Harry?" Ron asked the second he was in the door. "Because I was racing him, sir, last night, and...er...we were going to the kitchens, but Harry didn't show up, sir. I thought he had gone straight to bed, but when I woke up, he wasn't in the dorm..." Ron trailed off. How was he to explain that he had left his best friend behind on Hogwarts grounds late at night when he knew You-Know-Who was after Harry?
"Yes, this is about Harry," Dumbledore said heavily. "And let me assure you, this is absolutely not your fault."
Hermione and Ron looked anxious about what Dumbledore was about to say.
Dumbledore looked straight into both their faces; his blue eyes were over bright. Finally, he said, "Harry is missing".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Past~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Dentention! And 20 points from Gryffindor....for the both of you!" Professor McGonagall shrieked 10 minutes later.
"40 points?!" Sirius said in disbelief.
"It was only 25 last time!" James said in alarm.
"Be glad it isn't more!" McGonagall snapped. "Mr. Black shall clean the bed pans in the Hospital wing without magic. And you, Mr. Potter, will scrub all the trophies..."
"But I did that last week," James mumbled unhappily.
"And a cruel joke it was to turn Mr. Snape's homework invisible!" McGonagall shouted.
James and Sirius snorted with laughter.
"It's attitude's like that that will get you detention for the rest of 1970 and into 1971!" Professor McGonagall said dangerously.
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"Miserable old bat," Sirius muttered to James as they left Professor McGonagall's office.
"Could have been worse, I suppose she only took away more points because we go on Christmas break the 21st," James said.
"Yeah, only 5 more days and I'm out of this place," said Sirius, who wasn't looking forward to cleaning sick people's 'presents' out of their bed pans.
James frowned. No way was washing an already cleaned trophy as bad as washing a very nasty bed pan.
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"James Potter?!" Harry gasped. Dumbledore and Hagrid turned to look at him.
"You know Mr. Potter?" asked Dumbledore. Though he didn't look as if he were very surprised.
Harry gave Hagrid a strange look; partly because the Hagrid of the future had been dead for nearly 2 months, and also because he wasn't sure where...or rather, when he was.
"Yeah," Harry answered slowly turning his gaze to Dumbledore. "What is the date?"
"It is December the seventeenth" Dumbledore answered, but he doubted that was the date Harry wanted.
"What year?" Harry asked urgently. Dumbledore gave Harry a piercing look, and Harry felt again that Dumbledore was looking into his mind.
"Hagrid," Dumbledore said, turning to look at Hagrid. "Would you mind if I had a word with our mystery visitor?"
"Not at all, sir" replied Hagrid. And with one last curious glance at Harry, Hagrid turned and left the hospital wing.
"So, might I first ask you your name?" Dumbledore said, as he peered down at Harry with twinkling eyes.
Harry hesitated. "Harry," he answered.
"Just Harry?" Dumbledore questioned, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly.
'How much should I tell him?' Harry thought. And again his mind asked what the date was.
"What year is it?" Harry asked once more.
"1970, but I suppose this comes as news to you" Dumbledore answered.
"1970," Harry breathed. He had gone 24 years back in time.
"What is your last name?" Dumbledore asked gently.
Harry looked up into Dumbledore's eyes once again, and vaguely thought how unusual the twinkle was. If Harry ever wanted to get back home, Dumbledore was the person to do it. Harry had to tell him who he was and how he had come to be here, but he couldn't give away too much. Not yet, not until he had time to think it over.
"Potter," Harry answered. "My name is Harry Potter."
"May I ask how you came to be here?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry thought for a moment. To be honest, he really couldn't answer the question himself. Hermione's words, when they went back 3 hours in time in his third year, seemed to fill Harry's mind. 'We must not be seen.' she had said. 'Wizards have died trying to change the past. Even ended up killing their past or future selves by accident'. But if the year really was 1970, Harry wouldn't be born for another 10 years. If Harry changed the time-line he might not even be born. He had to be careful what he said, Harry thought.
"I was racing my friend, Ron, to the entrance hall after Quidditch practice. Then I fell, and saw this green light...I think it was the Green Flame Torch. I ran over to it, and as soon as I touched it...er..." Harry couldn't explain anything after that. "It was 1994 then, so I...I guess..." Harry's throat seemed to tight to continue.
"Indeed," said Dumbledore and a sudden look of understanding crossed his face. "Well, it looks like you'll be here for a little while, Mr. Potter. How about I have the house elves bring up your lunch, and then I'll have Madam Pomphrey give you some sleeping potion..."
"Sleeping potion?" Harry asked nervously.
"Yes," said Dumbledore, smiling. "You'll need to be well rested for tomorrow. I assume you'll want to continue your education. Speaking of which, what house were you in and also, what classes did you take?" Dumbledore said, in a business like fashion.
"Er...I'm a 5th year Gryffindor, and I took 'Care of Magical Creatures' and 'Divination'," as Harry said this, he suddenly wondered if Professor Trelawney taught Divination yet. She was fairly old, of course. And Harry would like nothing more then to give up Divination, if it weren't for O.W.L's.
"I shall see if we can't find someone for you to share books with temporarily, and also to place an extra bed in the dormitory in which you'll be sleeping," Dumbledore said as he stood up to leave the hospital wing, but he suddenly turned and looked at Harry with an amused expression. "I'm sure you'll like your dorm-mates. Quite the active bunch, they are," with one last twinkling look at Harry, Dumbledore left the hospital wing.
It had been less then 5 minutes after Dumbledore left that 4 house elves came bustling into the hospital wing carrying a tray of sausage and eggs, with a small bowl containing three scoops of chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla ice cream. An odd combination of food, Harry thought. Almost immediately after Harry had eaten the last spoonful of ice cream, Madam Pomphrey, looking much like her future self, came out of her office, the goblet in her hand already full with a steaming, periwinkle potion. Harry had only drunk a gulp full when his eye lids began to droop.
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"When did you have to serve your detention?" Remus asked once James and Sirius sat down at the table.
"Tonight," James grumbled as he ate a large spoon full of seemingly innocent chili, and then spat it back onto his plate.
"Spicy?" Peter asked
"No, not at all!" James answered sarcastically. "Smoke always comes out my ears!"
"You wouldn't believe what McGonagall said to us!" Sirius said through a mouthful of chicken. Sirius swallowed and then made his voice shrill, and stern, "How do you manage to cause so much trouble in one day?"
"We get there early!" James answered promptly. This made everyone give a small laugh.
"It's almost one o'clock. We should leave now if we ever expect to make it to Herbology on time," said Remus.
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A blinding green light flashed across Harry's vision. It was starting to get dark, and Harry stood in the middle of the road watching muggles run for their lives away from Death Eaters who were throwing all the unforgivable curses at them, and laughing merrily about it. Some tried to hid behind the small houses that stood along the road, others tried to run down surrounding streets, trying to place as much distance as they could between the Death Eaters and themselves. But nobody made it. Harry watched as people were forced to do terrible, sickening things. People were withering in pain on the ground.
Harry tried to shout out, but no sound came from his mouth. He tried to throw himself in front of the Avada Kedavra curse that was being administered on a muggle, but it passed through him. Harry even tried punching a Death Eater, but with no success. And to make matters a hundred times worse, three giants, 20 feet tall and 10 feet around, would pick up muggles and crush them, or eat them alive. Nothing Harry did could stop them. Harry sunk down to his knees as he watched dozens of Muggles dying or being tortured. Nothing he did seemed to make any difference, and it made Harry feel even worse knowing no matter what, they were going to die unless someone came. And come, they did:
Apparating in the shadows, Harry recognized a select few people. They were the Order of the Phoenix members Harry had apparated to Diagon Alley with 2 months ago to protect it from the Death Eaters. He recognized Mundungus Fletcher, and...Wait a second! Was that Mrs. Figg? Harry didn't have much time to dwell on this wondering, as he suddenly saw Dumbledore apparate at her side. At least 50 other people (Harry assumed that they were a mix of order members and Aurors) were throwing any curse they could think of to stop the Death Eaters or Giants. Dumbledore raised his wand and seem to favor throwing the stunning curse mostly. Once he threw out the circle of white flames Harry had seen him do when the Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts on the first day back. A few Death Eaters threw a huge ball of silver at a group of order members/aurors. Some apparated out, others laid completely still, and Harry suspected the worse. Harry watched the curses thrown for only 2 minutes, until the Death Eaters decided they had had their fun, and apparated without another word, and the Giants quickly ran off into the hilly mountains.
Harry stood there watching Dumbledore and the rest of the people run out into the street, still paying him no attention. A feeling of some contentment that the Death Eaters had been stopped filled inside Harry. But it didn't over power the sadness Harry felt as he looked at the 100 or more muggles that lay in the street and on the sidewalk, surrounded by the ruins of buildings, either dead or injured badly.
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"Wow, Prongs! I mean....he really does look like you. Like a twin brother or something," came Sirius's voice. Harry stirred in his bed, but he didn't dare open his eyes. He had already seen enough to last him tonight.
"I know, it feels really creepy," James replied. "You were right. This was worth risking another detention to see this. I wonder who this kid is anyway..."
"Yeah, and that cool scar he has on his forehead. I wonder how he got that..." Sirius replied.
(A/N: So what did you think? Good enough? Oh, believe me...It gets better! Of course, I had to have some action! I hope you liked it, and please please please review! It honestly took me about 4 hours to type this all up. Oh, by the way, there is a reason why no one remembers Harry visiting the past....but you don't find out why until the end. :O) Anyway, down below is my personal thanks to my most loyal reviewers! Ttyl! Please Review!)
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Disclaimer: Lets see, I haven't done one of these in a while. But you know the drill...I don't own anything in the Harry Potter universe. I do, however, own the plot of this story. :O) And besides, if I did own anything about "Harry Potter", would I really be writing fan fiction? I don't think so! *grins*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Detention*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Past~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry, though still quite tired, and in a rather grumpy mood, laid still, trying to think of what had happened.
'The Torch', Harry thought to himself. 'What happened when I touched it?' Harry strained his memory trying to recall what happened. It was all a blur.
"Dunno where 'e came from, Professor. He was just lying on the ground in the middle o' the night when I found 'im," Hagrid's gruff voice came into Harry's head.
Harry, in spite of himself, snapped his eyes open and saw his headmaster and Hagrid, alive and well, standing at the foot of his bed in the hospital wing. Dumbledore and Hagrid were conversing in low whispers.
Harry didn't move or make a sound, as he was in shock. Dumbledore, Harry noticed, didn't look as tired or weary as he usually did. In fact, Dumbledore looked exactly how Harry remembered him in his first year.
Hagrid, however, was noticeably younger. There weren't any laugh lines crinkled around his eyes, or thin gray hairs among his bushy black beard or hair. Though, he did still have the moleskin overcoat.
"And you have no idea who this boy is?" was Dumbledore's response. They seemed to have taken no notice that Harry was awake.
"No, sir," answered Hagrid. "And he can' be James Potter, sir. I saw James Potter at breakfast an hour ago. He should be in potions righ' now..."
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"3...2...1," Sirius Black muttered.
BOOM!
Potion exploded out of Severus Snape's cauldron, all over himself and his buddies, Antonin Dolohov, Evan Rosier, and Thomas Travers. Snape, who was a younger version of the shoulder-length greasy haired, miserable git that Harry knew, jumped into the air in surprise and agony. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew all burst out laughing.
"Tha...that...d-dungbomb," James Potter choked out, "was d-dead on!"
"Yeah," Sirius replied, laughing. "Great aim, Prongs!"
Snape and his goonies began to whimper in pain. Their skin had started to peel and turned a sickly green. The Slytherins were in disarray, while the Gryffindors sniggered and laughed.
Professor Posden, the potions Master, a rather short, slightly chubby man with ghost white hair, reaching the end of his years, snapped his head up from his desk. It only took one glance at Snape and company to realize what had happened and who had caused it. Professor Posden slowly turned his gaze to the ring leaders of the marauders, James Potter and Sirius Black.
James and Sirius immediately stopped laughing as those cold, hard brown eyes met their eyes. Though Professor Posden had a kind face (which somehow reminded the marauders of Santa Clause) he was very strict about following the rules, and gave terrible punishments to those who broke them, especially this degree of disobedience.
"Which one of you did it?" Professor Posden asked simply. This, of course, was something the marauders took turns doing at least once every 3 months. No one made a sound. "Ah, I see. Well, let me think. I believe you, Mr. Black, threw a dungbomb in Mr. Snape's cauldron on the first day of school. And you, Mr. Potter, threw another in Mr. Snape's cauldron after Halloween...so that would leave Mr. Lupin and Mr. Pettigrew due for a turn."
"It wasn't Mo--Remus, Professor," Sirius blurted out before he could stop himself. Remus shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Oh, then it was Mr. Pettigrew..." Professor Posden started as he got up from his seat and walked over towards the marauder's table.
"It was James and Sirius!" Peter said quickly. James and Sirius had expected this. Peter was a nice kid, but not that bright. And he would never take the fall for anyone, though Sirius, James, and Remus had done it many times for him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Present~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dumbledore paced his office. He had had Madam Hooch supervise all the quidditch practices. How? *How* did Harry disappear?
According to Madam Hooch she had been watching Harry and Ron running from the stadium, and then she went back inside the locker room to put her broom in the broom cup board. When she came out 10 seconds later, he was gone. She had, of course, assumed he'd gone inside the castle.
How in the world could Harry get away from the castle so quickly? The gates were 100 feet away? And Harry's and Ron's brooms were found on the ground that morning when the third year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws went to Herbology. Harry couldn't have flown away. Of course he couldn't have, that was foolish to think. And the most likely explanation of what had happened was the one Dumbledore feared most. Voldemort had finally managed to abduct Harry. Or...just maybe....the Green Flame Torch...no, no...Harry wasn't ready for it...yet...
Dumbledore sat down in his chair and began to rub his temple. He had called Hermione and Ron to his office, they would be arriving shortly. What would they think? What would Sirius think? Harry was basically the only person Sirius cared about. Dumbledore sighed, some how he was going to find where Harry had gone, and would do anything to save him. Harry was their last hope against Voldemort. Without him, all was lost.
*Knock*Knock*
"Please enter," Dumbledore answered.
The door peaked open, and Ron and Hermione walked into the room. They both looked worried, and bewildered.
"Sir, is this about Harry?" Ron asked the second he was in the door. "Because I was racing him, sir, last night, and...er...we were going to the kitchens, but Harry didn't show up, sir. I thought he had gone straight to bed, but when I woke up, he wasn't in the dorm..." Ron trailed off. How was he to explain that he had left his best friend behind on Hogwarts grounds late at night when he knew You-Know-Who was after Harry?
"Yes, this is about Harry," Dumbledore said heavily. "And let me assure you, this is absolutely not your fault."
Hermione and Ron looked anxious about what Dumbledore was about to say.
Dumbledore looked straight into both their faces; his blue eyes were over bright. Finally, he said, "Harry is missing".
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"Dentention! And 20 points from Gryffindor....for the both of you!" Professor McGonagall shrieked 10 minutes later.
"40 points?!" Sirius said in disbelief.
"It was only 25 last time!" James said in alarm.
"Be glad it isn't more!" McGonagall snapped. "Mr. Black shall clean the bed pans in the Hospital wing without magic. And you, Mr. Potter, will scrub all the trophies..."
"But I did that last week," James mumbled unhappily.
"And a cruel joke it was to turn Mr. Snape's homework invisible!" McGonagall shouted.
James and Sirius snorted with laughter.
"It's attitude's like that that will get you detention for the rest of 1970 and into 1971!" Professor McGonagall said dangerously.
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"Miserable old bat," Sirius muttered to James as they left Professor McGonagall's office.
"Could have been worse, I suppose she only took away more points because we go on Christmas break the 21st," James said.
"Yeah, only 5 more days and I'm out of this place," said Sirius, who wasn't looking forward to cleaning sick people's 'presents' out of their bed pans.
James frowned. No way was washing an already cleaned trophy as bad as washing a very nasty bed pan.
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"James Potter?!" Harry gasped. Dumbledore and Hagrid turned to look at him.
"You know Mr. Potter?" asked Dumbledore. Though he didn't look as if he were very surprised.
Harry gave Hagrid a strange look; partly because the Hagrid of the future had been dead for nearly 2 months, and also because he wasn't sure where...or rather, when he was.
"Yeah," Harry answered slowly turning his gaze to Dumbledore. "What is the date?"
"It is December the seventeenth" Dumbledore answered, but he doubted that was the date Harry wanted.
"What year?" Harry asked urgently. Dumbledore gave Harry a piercing look, and Harry felt again that Dumbledore was looking into his mind.
"Hagrid," Dumbledore said, turning to look at Hagrid. "Would you mind if I had a word with our mystery visitor?"
"Not at all, sir" replied Hagrid. And with one last curious glance at Harry, Hagrid turned and left the hospital wing.
"So, might I first ask you your name?" Dumbledore said, as he peered down at Harry with twinkling eyes.
Harry hesitated. "Harry," he answered.
"Just Harry?" Dumbledore questioned, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly.
'How much should I tell him?' Harry thought. And again his mind asked what the date was.
"What year is it?" Harry asked once more.
"1970, but I suppose this comes as news to you" Dumbledore answered.
"1970," Harry breathed. He had gone 24 years back in time.
"What is your last name?" Dumbledore asked gently.
Harry looked up into Dumbledore's eyes once again, and vaguely thought how unusual the twinkle was. If Harry ever wanted to get back home, Dumbledore was the person to do it. Harry had to tell him who he was and how he had come to be here, but he couldn't give away too much. Not yet, not until he had time to think it over.
"Potter," Harry answered. "My name is Harry Potter."
"May I ask how you came to be here?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry thought for a moment. To be honest, he really couldn't answer the question himself. Hermione's words, when they went back 3 hours in time in his third year, seemed to fill Harry's mind. 'We must not be seen.' she had said. 'Wizards have died trying to change the past. Even ended up killing their past or future selves by accident'. But if the year really was 1970, Harry wouldn't be born for another 10 years. If Harry changed the time-line he might not even be born. He had to be careful what he said, Harry thought.
"I was racing my friend, Ron, to the entrance hall after Quidditch practice. Then I fell, and saw this green light...I think it was the Green Flame Torch. I ran over to it, and as soon as I touched it...er..." Harry couldn't explain anything after that. "It was 1994 then, so I...I guess..." Harry's throat seemed to tight to continue.
"Indeed," said Dumbledore and a sudden look of understanding crossed his face. "Well, it looks like you'll be here for a little while, Mr. Potter. How about I have the house elves bring up your lunch, and then I'll have Madam Pomphrey give you some sleeping potion..."
"Sleeping potion?" Harry asked nervously.
"Yes," said Dumbledore, smiling. "You'll need to be well rested for tomorrow. I assume you'll want to continue your education. Speaking of which, what house were you in and also, what classes did you take?" Dumbledore said, in a business like fashion.
"Er...I'm a 5th year Gryffindor, and I took 'Care of Magical Creatures' and 'Divination'," as Harry said this, he suddenly wondered if Professor Trelawney taught Divination yet. She was fairly old, of course. And Harry would like nothing more then to give up Divination, if it weren't for O.W.L's.
"I shall see if we can't find someone for you to share books with temporarily, and also to place an extra bed in the dormitory in which you'll be sleeping," Dumbledore said as he stood up to leave the hospital wing, but he suddenly turned and looked at Harry with an amused expression. "I'm sure you'll like your dorm-mates. Quite the active bunch, they are," with one last twinkling look at Harry, Dumbledore left the hospital wing.
It had been less then 5 minutes after Dumbledore left that 4 house elves came bustling into the hospital wing carrying a tray of sausage and eggs, with a small bowl containing three scoops of chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla ice cream. An odd combination of food, Harry thought. Almost immediately after Harry had eaten the last spoonful of ice cream, Madam Pomphrey, looking much like her future self, came out of her office, the goblet in her hand already full with a steaming, periwinkle potion. Harry had only drunk a gulp full when his eye lids began to droop.
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"When did you have to serve your detention?" Remus asked once James and Sirius sat down at the table.
"Tonight," James grumbled as he ate a large spoon full of seemingly innocent chili, and then spat it back onto his plate.
"Spicy?" Peter asked
"No, not at all!" James answered sarcastically. "Smoke always comes out my ears!"
"You wouldn't believe what McGonagall said to us!" Sirius said through a mouthful of chicken. Sirius swallowed and then made his voice shrill, and stern, "How do you manage to cause so much trouble in one day?"
"We get there early!" James answered promptly. This made everyone give a small laugh.
"It's almost one o'clock. We should leave now if we ever expect to make it to Herbology on time," said Remus.
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A blinding green light flashed across Harry's vision. It was starting to get dark, and Harry stood in the middle of the road watching muggles run for their lives away from Death Eaters who were throwing all the unforgivable curses at them, and laughing merrily about it. Some tried to hid behind the small houses that stood along the road, others tried to run down surrounding streets, trying to place as much distance as they could between the Death Eaters and themselves. But nobody made it. Harry watched as people were forced to do terrible, sickening things. People were withering in pain on the ground.
Harry tried to shout out, but no sound came from his mouth. He tried to throw himself in front of the Avada Kedavra curse that was being administered on a muggle, but it passed through him. Harry even tried punching a Death Eater, but with no success. And to make matters a hundred times worse, three giants, 20 feet tall and 10 feet around, would pick up muggles and crush them, or eat them alive. Nothing Harry did could stop them. Harry sunk down to his knees as he watched dozens of Muggles dying or being tortured. Nothing he did seemed to make any difference, and it made Harry feel even worse knowing no matter what, they were going to die unless someone came. And come, they did:
Apparating in the shadows, Harry recognized a select few people. They were the Order of the Phoenix members Harry had apparated to Diagon Alley with 2 months ago to protect it from the Death Eaters. He recognized Mundungus Fletcher, and...Wait a second! Was that Mrs. Figg? Harry didn't have much time to dwell on this wondering, as he suddenly saw Dumbledore apparate at her side. At least 50 other people (Harry assumed that they were a mix of order members and Aurors) were throwing any curse they could think of to stop the Death Eaters or Giants. Dumbledore raised his wand and seem to favor throwing the stunning curse mostly. Once he threw out the circle of white flames Harry had seen him do when the Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts on the first day back. A few Death Eaters threw a huge ball of silver at a group of order members/aurors. Some apparated out, others laid completely still, and Harry suspected the worse. Harry watched the curses thrown for only 2 minutes, until the Death Eaters decided they had had their fun, and apparated without another word, and the Giants quickly ran off into the hilly mountains.
Harry stood there watching Dumbledore and the rest of the people run out into the street, still paying him no attention. A feeling of some contentment that the Death Eaters had been stopped filled inside Harry. But it didn't over power the sadness Harry felt as he looked at the 100 or more muggles that lay in the street and on the sidewalk, surrounded by the ruins of buildings, either dead or injured badly.
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"Wow, Prongs! I mean....he really does look like you. Like a twin brother or something," came Sirius's voice. Harry stirred in his bed, but he didn't dare open his eyes. He had already seen enough to last him tonight.
"I know, it feels really creepy," James replied. "You were right. This was worth risking another detention to see this. I wonder who this kid is anyway..."
"Yeah, and that cool scar he has on his forehead. I wonder how he got that..." Sirius replied.
(A/N: So what did you think? Good enough? Oh, believe me...It gets better! Of course, I had to have some action! I hope you liked it, and please please please review! It honestly took me about 4 hours to type this all up. Oh, by the way, there is a reason why no one remembers Harry visiting the past....but you don't find out why until the end. :O) Anyway, down below is my personal thanks to my most loyal reviewers! Ttyl! Please Review!)
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