A/N: This was originally Chapter 2, but I have this thing where I don't
like to procrastinate (not that I don't) so I thought I should get right to
the chapter where everything happens. The next chapter will be the previous
first chapter in the form of the current second chapter. I'm rather hoping
I don't have to change anything...
Chapter 1: The Awakening
"Can someone please tell me how old Harry Potter was when his name was chosen for the new house at Hogwarts?"
"27."
"No..."
"28!"
"No."
"He was already dead!"
"Correct! Now, what year was it when he defeated Voldemort?"
"7th?"
"Yes, but I mean the date."
"2006."
"Excellent."
The bell rang.
"Remember, we have a test over Harry Potter and his fight against Voldemort next class!"
There were groans from the classroom. Professor Grander grinned slightly.
"We've been learning about Harry Potter since 1st year!" he heard one of the children complain to her friend. "Why can't we learn about something else?"
"I think he was interesting," her friend said. "After all, he did all that stuff before he was 18. That's pretty impressive."
"Yeah, but look at the way they dressed!"
Their voices faded into the distance. Professor Grander sighed. This year was harder than usual for some reason. Maybe he was getting old. But that was ridiculous. He was only 35!
Grander looked at his new schedule. He had a break this hour. He started to the teachers' lounge before changing his mind. There was nothing to do in there anyway. He turned his steps to the grounds. Perhaps he would take a walk around the lake. But as he was thinking this, his steps turned to the castle graveyard. Some of the kids said he was morbid for spending time there, but they had always said that. Besides, there was thousands of year old architecture in there. He was a history fanatic.
Grander pushed the gate open and let himself into the graveyard. It was as though all his problems drained away when he was in here. It was more like a garden then a graveyard. He walked over to a tree and sat down in the shade. It was unusually hot for October. He was just pulling out his book when he heard a noise.
He started. No one ever came in here other than him and the Herbology teacher who tended the vegetation. He cautiously stood up. He looked around a tree and saw a man with his back turned to him. He had a long black cloak on even in the heat so Grander couldn't tell anything from it. He was standing in front of a grave.
Grander squinted at the name on the tombstone. Harry.Potter! Harry Potter's grave was in here? Grander watched the man to see what he was doing. He had pulled out his wand.
He said a spell Grander didn't recognize. The dirt over the grave disappeared completely! He was grave robbing!
"Hey!" Grander yelled. "Get away from that grave! That's a thousand years old, that is!"
"I know it is," said a voice from the depths of the hood. "That's why I must destroy it. Master does not want it here."
"Over my dead body!" Grander said, pulling out his wand.
"That can be arranged," said the voice in the hood. He too drew his wand.
"I don't want to fight you," Grander said, secretly scared. They learned magic in school, but technology was truly the future, not magic. Magic was what was holding them back. He had never actually cursed someone before.
"What's wrong?" the man asked, reading his mind. "You not know any curses?"
"I know enough," Grander said in what he hoped was a threatening way. He wasn't a Gryffindor or Potter! He was in Ravenclaw! He wasn't a fighter! He wasn't brave!
"Avada Kedavra!" the man yelled. Grander dodged and looked at the man in alarm. That curse hadn't been use in hundreds of years!
"Who the hell are you?" Grander shouted.
"I am the servant of the greatest sorcerer of all time!"
"Ha!" Grander said. They were on a topic he knew about. "I've read about many a great wizard! I see no sign of your wizard destroying the world for that is what they would have to do to be the greatest!"
"You do not see them now," the man said. "But you both will and have. And soon you will wish that curse hit you!"
He raised his hands and shouted, "Incendie! Moi cri sur ton furieux!''
Grander watched in horror as lightning crackled. It hit the place where the man had stood moments before but had disappeared after his spells. Where the lightning had hit, fire sprung up. Grander was in shock for only a moment before springing into action. He pointed his wand at the flame, but just when he would have shot the spell to conjure water, he realized that he had forgotten it.
* * *
Harry Potter was suddenly aware of intense heat. It felt like he was on fire. He opened his eyes in alarm. Where was he? He appeared to be in some sort of hole in the ground. There were ashes all around him. He sat up. His head ached like someone had been hitting it with a hammer. This wasn't the time to worry about his head. He was going to burn to death! He stood up in the hole. He had no idea where he was, but it was completely on fire! He looked around and spotted his wand on the ground. He reached down to pick it up, but it was burning to the touch and he was forced to drop it again.
He put his robe over his hand and picked up his wand again. It didn't burn. Harry touched it with his uncovered finger. It was very cool. Harry blinked in surprise and held it in his plain hand.
He shook his head and pulled himself out of the hole. Now that he was out, he caught his breath. He was in a graveyard! He had been in a grave! He had been buried alive!
No, he had died. Memories came flooding back to him and he became suddenly oblivious to the fire around him. Dumbledore had died the week after he, Harry, had defeated Voldemort. He remembered the funeral! He remembered graduating from Hogwarts! He looked down at himself. He looked 16! What was going on?
He turned and saw the headstone above the grave he had found himself in.
Harry Potter
Order of Merlin, First Class
President of the Order
Grand Sorcerer
Chief Warlock
Supreme Mugwump
President of International
Confederation of Wizards
Considered a hero to many, but considered a friend to us. His memory will live on in the hearts and mind in all those who knew him or
of him.
He will be sorely missed.
Harry stumbled backwards. A burning branch fell not two feet from him. He jumped and remembered the fire. He shook his head and tried to pull himself together. He heard voices.
"The fire's too big! I can't put it out this way!"
Harry grabbed his wand and held it over his head. "Fleuve!" Water gushed into the air.
* * *
"Help!" Grander cried, looking around for something to put out the flames. "Help! Help!"
There was nothing. Grander watching in helplessness as his beloved spot burned. He knew how to assemble a hover car. He could harness the power of gamma rays. He could not use his magical heritage to conjure water.
He ran out of the garden, afraid of being consumed by the roaring flames. He ran as fast as he could back up to castle and into the staff room.
"Fire!" He screamed as he ran through the halls. "Fire! Fire!"
The teachers raced out of their rooms.
"Tell me, man, where's the fire?"
"In the cemetery," Grander said breathlessly.
"To the cemetery!" screamed one of the teachers. "Students, go to your dormitories!"
The kids left without question. The teachers ran to the cemetery.
"There fire's too big! I can't put it out this way!" yelled one of the teachers who was squirting water at the blaze.
Just when the situation was looking desperate, there was a sudden gush of water from the middle of the blaze. It covered all the fire with a great hissing noise. The smoke and steam covered everything in the cemetery.
"What was that?" screamed one of the teachers.
"It was a huge gush of water that came out of no where in the cemetery," said the sarcastic Slytherin head of house.
There was silence. Everyone was looking into the steam that engulfed everything.
"There's something in there!" Whispered the gardener.
They could all see it now. There was a shadow moving inside the steam. It was moving toward the gate. The heard the creak as the steel gate opened. Everyone was holding their breath. Who was this person? The figure hesitated as it walked through the gate.
It started walking towards them. One of the more easily scared professors screamed and bolted.
Grander held back the urge to do the same. Power radiated off of this figure. It was an impressive sight. The figure began to come into greater light as the smoke and steam cleared. Grander caught his breath as he recognized the figure of one he had only seen in history books.
The boy was clearly visible now. Grander tried not to blink, afraid it might not actually be real.
The boy, who looked no older than 16, opened his mouth. "Can someone please explain to me what is going on?"
Chapter 1: The Awakening
"Can someone please tell me how old Harry Potter was when his name was chosen for the new house at Hogwarts?"
"27."
"No..."
"28!"
"No."
"He was already dead!"
"Correct! Now, what year was it when he defeated Voldemort?"
"7th?"
"Yes, but I mean the date."
"2006."
"Excellent."
The bell rang.
"Remember, we have a test over Harry Potter and his fight against Voldemort next class!"
There were groans from the classroom. Professor Grander grinned slightly.
"We've been learning about Harry Potter since 1st year!" he heard one of the children complain to her friend. "Why can't we learn about something else?"
"I think he was interesting," her friend said. "After all, he did all that stuff before he was 18. That's pretty impressive."
"Yeah, but look at the way they dressed!"
Their voices faded into the distance. Professor Grander sighed. This year was harder than usual for some reason. Maybe he was getting old. But that was ridiculous. He was only 35!
Grander looked at his new schedule. He had a break this hour. He started to the teachers' lounge before changing his mind. There was nothing to do in there anyway. He turned his steps to the grounds. Perhaps he would take a walk around the lake. But as he was thinking this, his steps turned to the castle graveyard. Some of the kids said he was morbid for spending time there, but they had always said that. Besides, there was thousands of year old architecture in there. He was a history fanatic.
Grander pushed the gate open and let himself into the graveyard. It was as though all his problems drained away when he was in here. It was more like a garden then a graveyard. He walked over to a tree and sat down in the shade. It was unusually hot for October. He was just pulling out his book when he heard a noise.
He started. No one ever came in here other than him and the Herbology teacher who tended the vegetation. He cautiously stood up. He looked around a tree and saw a man with his back turned to him. He had a long black cloak on even in the heat so Grander couldn't tell anything from it. He was standing in front of a grave.
Grander squinted at the name on the tombstone. Harry.Potter! Harry Potter's grave was in here? Grander watched the man to see what he was doing. He had pulled out his wand.
He said a spell Grander didn't recognize. The dirt over the grave disappeared completely! He was grave robbing!
"Hey!" Grander yelled. "Get away from that grave! That's a thousand years old, that is!"
"I know it is," said a voice from the depths of the hood. "That's why I must destroy it. Master does not want it here."
"Over my dead body!" Grander said, pulling out his wand.
"That can be arranged," said the voice in the hood. He too drew his wand.
"I don't want to fight you," Grander said, secretly scared. They learned magic in school, but technology was truly the future, not magic. Magic was what was holding them back. He had never actually cursed someone before.
"What's wrong?" the man asked, reading his mind. "You not know any curses?"
"I know enough," Grander said in what he hoped was a threatening way. He wasn't a Gryffindor or Potter! He was in Ravenclaw! He wasn't a fighter! He wasn't brave!
"Avada Kedavra!" the man yelled. Grander dodged and looked at the man in alarm. That curse hadn't been use in hundreds of years!
"Who the hell are you?" Grander shouted.
"I am the servant of the greatest sorcerer of all time!"
"Ha!" Grander said. They were on a topic he knew about. "I've read about many a great wizard! I see no sign of your wizard destroying the world for that is what they would have to do to be the greatest!"
"You do not see them now," the man said. "But you both will and have. And soon you will wish that curse hit you!"
He raised his hands and shouted, "Incendie! Moi cri sur ton furieux!''
Grander watched in horror as lightning crackled. It hit the place where the man had stood moments before but had disappeared after his spells. Where the lightning had hit, fire sprung up. Grander was in shock for only a moment before springing into action. He pointed his wand at the flame, but just when he would have shot the spell to conjure water, he realized that he had forgotten it.
* * *
Harry Potter was suddenly aware of intense heat. It felt like he was on fire. He opened his eyes in alarm. Where was he? He appeared to be in some sort of hole in the ground. There were ashes all around him. He sat up. His head ached like someone had been hitting it with a hammer. This wasn't the time to worry about his head. He was going to burn to death! He stood up in the hole. He had no idea where he was, but it was completely on fire! He looked around and spotted his wand on the ground. He reached down to pick it up, but it was burning to the touch and he was forced to drop it again.
He put his robe over his hand and picked up his wand again. It didn't burn. Harry touched it with his uncovered finger. It was very cool. Harry blinked in surprise and held it in his plain hand.
He shook his head and pulled himself out of the hole. Now that he was out, he caught his breath. He was in a graveyard! He had been in a grave! He had been buried alive!
No, he had died. Memories came flooding back to him and he became suddenly oblivious to the fire around him. Dumbledore had died the week after he, Harry, had defeated Voldemort. He remembered the funeral! He remembered graduating from Hogwarts! He looked down at himself. He looked 16! What was going on?
He turned and saw the headstone above the grave he had found himself in.
Harry Potter
Order of Merlin, First Class
President of the Order
Grand Sorcerer
Chief Warlock
Supreme Mugwump
President of International
Confederation of Wizards
Considered a hero to many, but considered a friend to us. His memory will live on in the hearts and mind in all those who knew him or
of him.
He will be sorely missed.
Harry stumbled backwards. A burning branch fell not two feet from him. He jumped and remembered the fire. He shook his head and tried to pull himself together. He heard voices.
"The fire's too big! I can't put it out this way!"
Harry grabbed his wand and held it over his head. "Fleuve!" Water gushed into the air.
* * *
"Help!" Grander cried, looking around for something to put out the flames. "Help! Help!"
There was nothing. Grander watching in helplessness as his beloved spot burned. He knew how to assemble a hover car. He could harness the power of gamma rays. He could not use his magical heritage to conjure water.
He ran out of the garden, afraid of being consumed by the roaring flames. He ran as fast as he could back up to castle and into the staff room.
"Fire!" He screamed as he ran through the halls. "Fire! Fire!"
The teachers raced out of their rooms.
"Tell me, man, where's the fire?"
"In the cemetery," Grander said breathlessly.
"To the cemetery!" screamed one of the teachers. "Students, go to your dormitories!"
The kids left without question. The teachers ran to the cemetery.
"There fire's too big! I can't put it out this way!" yelled one of the teachers who was squirting water at the blaze.
Just when the situation was looking desperate, there was a sudden gush of water from the middle of the blaze. It covered all the fire with a great hissing noise. The smoke and steam covered everything in the cemetery.
"What was that?" screamed one of the teachers.
"It was a huge gush of water that came out of no where in the cemetery," said the sarcastic Slytherin head of house.
There was silence. Everyone was looking into the steam that engulfed everything.
"There's something in there!" Whispered the gardener.
They could all see it now. There was a shadow moving inside the steam. It was moving toward the gate. The heard the creak as the steel gate opened. Everyone was holding their breath. Who was this person? The figure hesitated as it walked through the gate.
It started walking towards them. One of the more easily scared professors screamed and bolted.
Grander held back the urge to do the same. Power radiated off of this figure. It was an impressive sight. The figure began to come into greater light as the smoke and steam cleared. Grander caught his breath as he recognized the figure of one he had only seen in history books.
The boy was clearly visible now. Grander tried not to blink, afraid it might not actually be real.
The boy, who looked no older than 16, opened his mouth. "Can someone please explain to me what is going on?"