Silence filled the halls of Hogwarts. It was Easter vacation, and most of
the students had gone home for the week, while those who had stayed were
outside soaking up the rare rays of sunshine.
One Harry Potter sat in the library, as he always did; pouring over books he had once again gotten out of the extensive Restricted Section.
He had just come across a very promising chapter, as alarms rang through the halls. Hermione's voice could be heard over the sound.
"All students are to report to their common rooms immediately. Do not linger and do not panic. All students are to report to their common rooms immediately."
Grabbing the book, Harry rushed out of the room.
As he neared the Great Hall, Harry could hear the shouts of a great commotion coming from within. Quickly, Harry flung open the doors, hoping to case a distraction, and stormed inside.
Many wizards stood there, wands raised and pointed at the small group at the head table.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped.
"Master." The wizards exclaimed. "There are two of you!"
The future Harry froze as though stunned, which in a way he was. How could it be, that this younger version of himself was calmly walking toward him, as though invited to an afternoon tea party? "Stay where you are!" He ordered.
The other Harry just shook his head, a small smile at the corner of his lips.
"Harry, do what he says!" Hermione said pleadingly. Surprised, Dark Harry turned to her and raised an eyebrow.
"Back to calling me Harry, are you?"
"I believe she was talking to me." Twisting, he turned back to the newcomer. "Don't worry, Hermione, he wouldn't dare try to kill me for two reasons. A) We have no idea if the killing curse will even affect me, and B) He would be killing himself in the process, as I am his past self." A slight frown marred his brows. "Perhaps that wouldn't be such a bad idea after all."
"Who are you?" Dark Harry demanded, tired of listening to the man's foolish ramblings.
"Why, I though you had figured it out by now. I am you. Harry James Evans Potter, at your service."
"How do you know my middle names?"
"As I said, I am you, the past you."
"I wish to know what you are doing here." Potter demanded of Harry.
"I am afraid I cannot answer that as I have no idea myself." Harry answered blandly. "I, however, would like to know why you turned your back on our convictions."
Author's Note:
I know that this chapter is short, but I thought you would like a little taste of what is happening. Don't worry; it isn't close to being over, maybe only half way. After all, Harry still has Voldemort to face off!!!! Otherwise, I would like to thank Russle and Athenakitty for their encouraging reviews.
One Harry Potter sat in the library, as he always did; pouring over books he had once again gotten out of the extensive Restricted Section.
He had just come across a very promising chapter, as alarms rang through the halls. Hermione's voice could be heard over the sound.
"All students are to report to their common rooms immediately. Do not linger and do not panic. All students are to report to their common rooms immediately."
Grabbing the book, Harry rushed out of the room.
As he neared the Great Hall, Harry could hear the shouts of a great commotion coming from within. Quickly, Harry flung open the doors, hoping to case a distraction, and stormed inside.
Many wizards stood there, wands raised and pointed at the small group at the head table.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped.
"Master." The wizards exclaimed. "There are two of you!"
The future Harry froze as though stunned, which in a way he was. How could it be, that this younger version of himself was calmly walking toward him, as though invited to an afternoon tea party? "Stay where you are!" He ordered.
The other Harry just shook his head, a small smile at the corner of his lips.
"Harry, do what he says!" Hermione said pleadingly. Surprised, Dark Harry turned to her and raised an eyebrow.
"Back to calling me Harry, are you?"
"I believe she was talking to me." Twisting, he turned back to the newcomer. "Don't worry, Hermione, he wouldn't dare try to kill me for two reasons. A) We have no idea if the killing curse will even affect me, and B) He would be killing himself in the process, as I am his past self." A slight frown marred his brows. "Perhaps that wouldn't be such a bad idea after all."
"Who are you?" Dark Harry demanded, tired of listening to the man's foolish ramblings.
"Why, I though you had figured it out by now. I am you. Harry James Evans Potter, at your service."
"How do you know my middle names?"
"As I said, I am you, the past you."
"I wish to know what you are doing here." Potter demanded of Harry.
"I am afraid I cannot answer that as I have no idea myself." Harry answered blandly. "I, however, would like to know why you turned your back on our convictions."
Author's Note:
I know that this chapter is short, but I thought you would like a little taste of what is happening. Don't worry; it isn't close to being over, maybe only half way. After all, Harry still has Voldemort to face off!!!! Otherwise, I would like to thank Russle and Athenakitty for their encouraging reviews.