A/N: I've decided to explain a few things, like why Harry is acting the way he is, why Ron seems so evil, and why the story doesn't revolve around Harry - yet.
Why is Harry acting strangely? (If you've noticed). Well, Harry's been in Azkaban for 20 years, which you all know. He also broke out five times. He was forced to witness alot of pain and suffering during his stay, and even more so when he broke out, since Voldemort would leave a trail of destruction where Harry wanted to go (since he knew where Harry was going, he took the time to kill the people he was going to go see.) This, of course, left Harry's mind shattered. At the moment, he can't remember anything for more than ten minutes, which is really bad in class, and he seems like he hasn't a care in the world.
Why is Harry teaching, you ask? Because when it comes to the Dark Arts, he cannot forget. It's burned into his mind, torturing him. Harry seems not to care for the prankers, cause he doesn't (and anyway, that part's been deleted, I didn't want it there anymore). After watching the deaths of millions of people, wizard and muggle, who cares what's happened to him? To him, nothing bad's happened. He doesn't even hate the people who locked him up, and treated him so badly for twenty years, since he believes that that's not all that bad. Of course, that's compared to all the horrible and gruesome deaths he's witnessed.
Now, on to Ron. Ron is EVAL! er, I mean, EVIL! He's a power-hungry, (pretty powerful) Weasley. The first of his kind for thousands of years. (If you read in the earlier chapter, you would see that the Weasley's were akin to what the Malfoy's are today. The girl in the prologue was a Weasley, I just didn't say she had red hair.)
Needless to say, Ron will find some way to go back into the past - if only to show the Wizarding world that he can do anything Harry can.
And last, but certainly not least, the reason this update took so long...I'm creating my very own game! YAY! I'm making my very own text-based MUD, and I've only started three days ago, but I'm already 10% (at least) through it! But that gives no excuse for failing in the battle against writers block...oh well,
Now, on to the story! YAY!
Modern History - Book of Historical Facts (secret edition), by Grudging Gerofs (1945 C.E. - Still Living)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Chapter Three of The Age of Wisdom by Hilel.
"Die, pitiful wretch." the voice sounded malicious...evil. The red eyes did everything to accent that fact. "You will see your filthy mudblood mother soon, Potter."
Harry didn't say anything. He just watched Voldemort with sad green eyes. He just sat there, staring unblinkingly at the tip of Voldemort's wand. A tear formed at the edges of Harry's good eye, as the other had been-
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Harry yelled, jerking upright in his large bed. Panting, Harry glanced at the vibrant red and gold drapes hanging around his bed. But Harry Potter could remember every word in his dream - which was not a dream. Voldemort had once again contacted Harry.
"It's nothing I don't deserve..." Harry muttered under his breath. But dispite that, someone in the shadows heard him.
"Don't say that..." A familiar voice spoke. Harry couldn't place the voice.
"Who are you?" Harry asked the shadows.
The figure gasped. "You can see me!?" was it's reply.
"I can see you." Harry glanced at the figure again. But to no avail. The shadows seemed to mask the man. "Now who are you?"
But the man answered in a strange language. His answer seemed to cut through a word, because he stopped suddenly. Slowly, as if testing the words, he replied. "Illshadi Ve James Harry Potter." All Harry could understand was the name.
Harry growled angrily at the figure of the person who had broken into his quaters. "Who are you and what do you want from me?" He hissed. The man looked startled.
"A common language always helps..." the figure said, but Harry heard it as a low hiss. "Though the reason that you can understand the Snakes Gift is beyond me."
"You speak Parseltongue?" Harry hissed, surprise evident on his face. "Who are you?"
"I believe you have asked me that before. My name is...well, the shortened version is James Potter. You do not want to hear my full name." James replied smoothly. "And your name is...oh, dear me! I've forgotten the time!" James shut his eyes, and seemed to concentrate. A moment later, he had dissapeared, leaving a very stunned Harry Potter in his wake.
"Foxfire! Run!" a voice cut through to James at last. He had run down from his tower as fast as he could, but when he had reached the great hall, all that was left was rubble. The creature had turned towards him, and glared straight into his eyes, anger evident in those brilliant golden-white orbs.
Obviously, whatever had happened to this creature, was not nice at all, especially since James could see a long gash through the fire blazing all around the creature. But when he had looked into those gold-white eyes, he had lost conciousness, his mind fading into another vision. Yet this vision was different from the last. In this one...he had been seen.
He remembered he was in the presence of the creature far too late. This was shown as James had been bashed heavily against the wall. A medi-scripter rushed to him, ignoring the other scripters trying to subdue the angry creature. Only a single person had recognised this creature so far, his least favorite teacher. James recognised the voice that had brought him out of his vision.
"Potter! What are you doing there!" Snape yelled, trying to hold off the Foxfire, who was now trying to destroy everything it could get at, and it's burning fire acting much like a Redunctusis Script (Reducto Curse, in the future), levelling anything it touched.
Thanking the Medi-Scripter, James stood up, his back feeling a bit sore from the short-lived flight. "I'm here to see if I can help." James said at last. This of course, was ignoring the fact that he couldn't even understand the scripts yet, much less use them.
Snape traced a quick circle in the air, saying; "Scikastisev Ratiska!" the tip of his finger lit like a candle, and sent a bolt of lightning towards the Foxfire. James was standing behind Snape as the Foxfire's fire changed to a shield and sent the lightning flying back.
"FATHER, NO!" James heard, but he didn't know how he understood the feral growl that came from a second, smaller Foxfire, which now seemed to have appeared from nowhere. "The Fallen Phoenix shall be arriving shortly! This is an honor! Don't take this away from me!" The younger Foxfire was screaming, a small flame coming to life on it's fur. "You may have stopped Gilli-es, but you won't stop ME!" and that was when the strangest thing that James Potter had seen in his entire fifteen years.
The young Foxfire charged the larger, but before he came even close, what seemed like a a tear in a peice of paper, appeared in mid-air. The little Foxfire, unable to stop, flew straight through it, and fell to the ground, exausted.
But it didn't stop there. A figure, blond, pale-skinned, and blue-eyed flew out of the rip, crashed heavily on the ground, and eventually skidded to a stop. Next, came a long, loud shriek of pain, followed by a long, flash of green light, as another figure flew out the opposite side of the rip, crashing into the wall on the opposite side of the Great Hall.
James heard another long yell of pain as the rip slowly closed, and slowly died out. The figure that had flown into the wall was still hanging there, and seemed unconsious.
The end of the chapter. Short, I know, but still! I had a game to code! I love coding!
Anyway, thanks to all my readers and reviewers:
Emily*Lyef: Black eyes...? I've never seen such a thing! -Emily*Lyef opens and closes her mouth, words failing her- Anyway, thanks for the compliment. And about Ron...I try :)
Anyway, to the question. When he was 'smirking satisfactorily' Harry was about to be put in Azkaban, for something he did. 'Scept, nobody but Harry saw it, so he's still safe. Also, when Harry was let out, he needs to keep up pretences of being Harry's best friend, so he can't go around shouting about 'unfair' and 'i'll kill him!', etc.
That last paragraph isn't supposed to be there, I forgot to take it out when I updated, Sorry!
UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: (i think i got the amount of exclamation marks right...) Here's your update!
Gaul1: Thanks :)
WanderingWolf: -kills Ron- there ya go!
Newwie: I'm trying -bashes his head in- I hate not being able to write what i want to write! But I just can't put in everything I want to...But, once I get better, I'll have an awesome story! (which lacks nothing! muahahaha!)
Gallandro-83: Nah, no quidditch match, you'll see the ancestor of quidditch soon though ;P. Harry seems hell-o wierd, even to me... -sigh- -mutters, 'can't get anything right'- Oh well, i'll try to do better!
Not many answers to any questions, except one: When is harry arriving? lol, but a few more questions opened up, though. Anyway, hope ya'll liked it, even though it's so short...
-Byes! Hilel.