Time's A Gift
Chapter One
Author's Note: OOTP SPOILERS!! Umm, yeah, I don't own Harry Potter and I am not making a profit off of this, so please don't sue. This is one of my better works, with better word choice(hopefully), and vocabulary. Lol, probably because I'm not being lazy and this one is fun to write. Please review. If you need me to use simplier words, please tell me, I just use the ones that are more descriptive to me, and my friends.
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Harry Potter was entrapped in a gust of silver light, unexpectedly. Fear of the unknown took his body captive, as he was spun around viciously. He felt like roaring, but his breath was taken out of him, so he could barely breath. He was defenseless. He could do nothing but let his body be one with the silver tornado, allow himself to be its prisoner.
He had been striding along, minding his own business. He was going to the grand feast, with the other students. Harry had gotten left behind, so, naturally he dashed through the hall way to try to catch up, but tripped (he didn't know how, he thought he tripped over his feet). Before he knew it, he was the prisoner of a gust of silver light, that was like a tornado, a twister. Harry Potter had never felt something so...painful before. It was even more painful then those spells that had been cast on him. It was afflictive, yet at the same time joyful.
Harry was spinning around in the radiant, silver, twister. He was getting rather dizzy and all he wanted to do was hurl. He looked around him, seeing faces, other students he didn't recognize. It was as if he was in a time warp, though he thought he was going crazy. Harry soon landed on the ground of Hogwarts, sitting in front of four people, that he recognized. They just gapped at him, as he did them. He couldn't be in the time of the Marauder's. He thought he was hallucinating, that this was a spell, that Malfoy had placed on him for his own enjoyment.
"Who-how did-who are you?" the black haired boy asked. Harry knew who it was-it was James Potter, Harry's father, in his seventh year, as Head Boy. A young Sirius Black stared at him, then looked at James, then back at Harry. This continued,making Harry laugh to himself. Harry then saw Remus Lupin, the only one left of the Marauder's alive. Then, he noted the traitor, Peter Pettigrew, who Voldemort killed in Harry's sixth year. Harry had just defeated Voldemort after Peter's death, who had helped Harry only since he was in debt to him.
"I'm Harry...what...how...is this a joke?"Harry spat out. The 'Marauder's' looked as confused as he did. They looked him in bewilderment.
"No...er...I don't think so...I'm really confused here," Remus Lupin replied. Harry half expected Draco Malfoy to come out, holding his wand, and laughing hysterically.
"What year is it?" Harry asked, just to see if it was indeed 1974,even though he would still think this is a prank.
"1974," James replied, looking at Harry as if he were insane.
"I have to go...and see Dumbledore," Harry said, as he got up rather quickly, tripping, and dashing to Professor Dumbledore's office. He would be there, for the Feast was over.
"Sherbet Lemon," Harry said. The carved gargoyle didn't move."Chocolate frog...Gryffindor....er....Droobles Best-Blowing Bubblegum.." The gargoyle moved, allowing Harry to go into Dumbledore's office.
"Yes?" a familiar voice said. Harry walked to the Headmaster's desk. Dumbledore looked up at him, pushing his glasses up.
"Professor Dumbledore...how is my father here? And Sirius? And Peter? They're dead...it can't really be 1974...can it?"Harry asked rather quickly, confusing Dumbledore. It was silent for a while, the kind of silence that makes you uneasy. Nervous. Dumbledore soon smiled, as if a spell of understanding was cast on him.
"Ah...yes, may I ask what year of schooling you are in?" Dumbledore asked.
"7th," he replied.
"Yes, but I meant What is the year, in your own time?"
"Oh, sorry. 1996, Professor," Harry said,"Is it really 1974?"
"Yes. Would you describe how you got here?" Dumbledore asked. Harry felt as if he was at an interview, or perhaps, it was more like a hearing.
"A silver twister brought me here," He replied," I don't know what it was...a silver tornado type thing." Dumbledore nodded knowingly.
"Yes, I know what...or should I say who brought you here," Dumbledore said," I did. I'll explain. You must have been through a lot of stress, or accomplished something great, for that is the only reason I would send you to the past." Harry nodded,"So, what is your name?"
"Harry, sir, Harry Potter," Harry replied.
"Ah, son of James Potter, I suppose? And...your green eyes must be those of Lily Evans? Thought they would fall in love, since they have loathed eachother so. So would you please tell me everything?" Dumbledore replied. Harry knew what Albus Dumbledore meant.
"Yes, Professor," Harry said," You see...Tom Riddle, Voldemort, killed my parents when I was one-using the killing curse. He tried to kill me, but didn't, I somehow survived-"
"A mere infant surviving the killing curse? How?"
"I don't know. You said, in my first year, that my mother's love, Lily, saved me. Anyways, I was left with this scar. I became famous, for Voldemort disappeared out of sight for about 10 years, I was the boy who lived. In my third year, I met Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Sirius had been in Azkaban, but excaped, he was there because he was thought to have murdered Pettigrew, who was an Animagus and had just changed back into a rat, my friend, Ron's old pet. Anyways, Lupin was a professor, of the Dark Arts, the best one we had ever had. I found out Sirius was innocant, and hadn't sold my parents to Voldemort, it had been Pettigrew, and that Sirius was my Godfather. In my fifth year, Sirius died. In my sixth year, I defeated Voldemort, who had killed Pettigrew, who had saved me. And now...I am here," Harry finished. Professor Dumbledore just nodded, but believed him.
"I see," Albus replied,"Now...I'm going to explain a few things to you. You will be here for a year, but when you return to your time,it will be like nothing happened. You will remember it, and your friends will remember you being in that certain time. The people of this time will not remember anything, for my magic makes sure that only the person I send remembers. So, you will be known as Harry Potter, and I will let you explain, when your ready, to your parents, and their friends. Understand?"
"Yes, sir" Harry replied.
"Good, now off you go. There is an extra bed, and your things have been transported to this time, and your room." And with that, Harry left.
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Chapter One
Author's Note: OOTP SPOILERS!! Umm, yeah, I don't own Harry Potter and I am not making a profit off of this, so please don't sue. This is one of my better works, with better word choice(hopefully), and vocabulary. Lol, probably because I'm not being lazy and this one is fun to write. Please review. If you need me to use simplier words, please tell me, I just use the ones that are more descriptive to me, and my friends.
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Harry Potter was entrapped in a gust of silver light, unexpectedly. Fear of the unknown took his body captive, as he was spun around viciously. He felt like roaring, but his breath was taken out of him, so he could barely breath. He was defenseless. He could do nothing but let his body be one with the silver tornado, allow himself to be its prisoner.
He had been striding along, minding his own business. He was going to the grand feast, with the other students. Harry had gotten left behind, so, naturally he dashed through the hall way to try to catch up, but tripped (he didn't know how, he thought he tripped over his feet). Before he knew it, he was the prisoner of a gust of silver light, that was like a tornado, a twister. Harry Potter had never felt something so...painful before. It was even more painful then those spells that had been cast on him. It was afflictive, yet at the same time joyful.
Harry was spinning around in the radiant, silver, twister. He was getting rather dizzy and all he wanted to do was hurl. He looked around him, seeing faces, other students he didn't recognize. It was as if he was in a time warp, though he thought he was going crazy. Harry soon landed on the ground of Hogwarts, sitting in front of four people, that he recognized. They just gapped at him, as he did them. He couldn't be in the time of the Marauder's. He thought he was hallucinating, that this was a spell, that Malfoy had placed on him for his own enjoyment.
"Who-how did-who are you?" the black haired boy asked. Harry knew who it was-it was James Potter, Harry's father, in his seventh year, as Head Boy. A young Sirius Black stared at him, then looked at James, then back at Harry. This continued,making Harry laugh to himself. Harry then saw Remus Lupin, the only one left of the Marauder's alive. Then, he noted the traitor, Peter Pettigrew, who Voldemort killed in Harry's sixth year. Harry had just defeated Voldemort after Peter's death, who had helped Harry only since he was in debt to him.
"I'm Harry...what...how...is this a joke?"Harry spat out. The 'Marauder's' looked as confused as he did. They looked him in bewilderment.
"No...er...I don't think so...I'm really confused here," Remus Lupin replied. Harry half expected Draco Malfoy to come out, holding his wand, and laughing hysterically.
"What year is it?" Harry asked, just to see if it was indeed 1974,even though he would still think this is a prank.
"1974," James replied, looking at Harry as if he were insane.
"I have to go...and see Dumbledore," Harry said, as he got up rather quickly, tripping, and dashing to Professor Dumbledore's office. He would be there, for the Feast was over.
"Sherbet Lemon," Harry said. The carved gargoyle didn't move."Chocolate frog...Gryffindor....er....Droobles Best-Blowing Bubblegum.." The gargoyle moved, allowing Harry to go into Dumbledore's office.
"Yes?" a familiar voice said. Harry walked to the Headmaster's desk. Dumbledore looked up at him, pushing his glasses up.
"Professor Dumbledore...how is my father here? And Sirius? And Peter? They're dead...it can't really be 1974...can it?"Harry asked rather quickly, confusing Dumbledore. It was silent for a while, the kind of silence that makes you uneasy. Nervous. Dumbledore soon smiled, as if a spell of understanding was cast on him.
"Ah...yes, may I ask what year of schooling you are in?" Dumbledore asked.
"7th," he replied.
"Yes, but I meant What is the year, in your own time?"
"Oh, sorry. 1996, Professor," Harry said,"Is it really 1974?"
"Yes. Would you describe how you got here?" Dumbledore asked. Harry felt as if he was at an interview, or perhaps, it was more like a hearing.
"A silver twister brought me here," He replied," I don't know what it was...a silver tornado type thing." Dumbledore nodded knowingly.
"Yes, I know what...or should I say who brought you here," Dumbledore said," I did. I'll explain. You must have been through a lot of stress, or accomplished something great, for that is the only reason I would send you to the past." Harry nodded,"So, what is your name?"
"Harry, sir, Harry Potter," Harry replied.
"Ah, son of James Potter, I suppose? And...your green eyes must be those of Lily Evans? Thought they would fall in love, since they have loathed eachother so. So would you please tell me everything?" Dumbledore replied. Harry knew what Albus Dumbledore meant.
"Yes, Professor," Harry said," You see...Tom Riddle, Voldemort, killed my parents when I was one-using the killing curse. He tried to kill me, but didn't, I somehow survived-"
"A mere infant surviving the killing curse? How?"
"I don't know. You said, in my first year, that my mother's love, Lily, saved me. Anyways, I was left with this scar. I became famous, for Voldemort disappeared out of sight for about 10 years, I was the boy who lived. In my third year, I met Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Sirius had been in Azkaban, but excaped, he was there because he was thought to have murdered Pettigrew, who was an Animagus and had just changed back into a rat, my friend, Ron's old pet. Anyways, Lupin was a professor, of the Dark Arts, the best one we had ever had. I found out Sirius was innocant, and hadn't sold my parents to Voldemort, it had been Pettigrew, and that Sirius was my Godfather. In my fifth year, Sirius died. In my sixth year, I defeated Voldemort, who had killed Pettigrew, who had saved me. And now...I am here," Harry finished. Professor Dumbledore just nodded, but believed him.
"I see," Albus replied,"Now...I'm going to explain a few things to you. You will be here for a year, but when you return to your time,it will be like nothing happened. You will remember it, and your friends will remember you being in that certain time. The people of this time will not remember anything, for my magic makes sure that only the person I send remembers. So, you will be known as Harry Potter, and I will let you explain, when your ready, to your parents, and their friends. Understand?"
"Yes, sir" Harry replied.
"Good, now off you go. There is an extra bed, and your things have been transported to this time, and your room." And with that, Harry left.
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