"Dobby!" Potter called out, much to everyone's surprise. Instantly,
a house elf appeared, seemingly unperturbed at being summoned by the Dark
Lord Harry Potter had become.
"Yes, Master Harry? What can I do for you?" (A/N I am not quite sure how to write the way Dobby talks, sorry)
"Yes, Dobby. I would like tea for 4 if you don't mind."
"Yes, Sir." Dobby then disappeared (without the flash, mind you. House elves are neither to be seen, nor heard.) Instantly, a table with four chairs appeared. It was an old mahogany table, which was already set with porcelain white dishes and bronze silverware.
"Come, sit. Let us discuss this civilly."
The irony was not lost on the room's occupants.
Surprisingly enough, Potter was a witty host. Well, Harry was surprised, anyway, even if the others were not.
After having explained what had happened, Potter sat back and remained quiet a few moments.
"I think I know what went wrong." He finally said, startling them out of their pensive stupors.
"Oh?" James inquired, Intrigued despite of himself.
"Yes, son." Potter replied. "Harry, you said you tried to apparate into Hogwarts, correct?" Harry nodded to confirm. "Well, you idiot!" Potter hit Harry upside the head with a napkin he had been messing around with. "How many times does Hermione have to tell you? You can't apparate I into Hogwarts? I hypothesize that instead of arriving in Hogwarts of your time, you caught a wormhole or something to that effect, and ended up traveling into the future instead." Potter sighed and stood up. Not wanting to be at a disadvantage, everyone followed his lead. With a clap of Potter's hands, the table and chairs disappeared. "I am afraid that our little get together in snow coming to a close." No one made a move, except to draw their wands, as Potter went up to them in turn.
"Hermione, how I regret the course I took. You were the only one who made my life worth while. As I went to Voldemort, however, I was captured and tortured for weeks. I became angry, since no one had come and I began to believe that everyone had abandoned me. I wish so much that I can turn back time and change the course of events so that we could live together in peace, for I have never stopped loving you.
"James, you look so much like my younger self it is amazing, but then, I am sure you know that as I was constantly being to ld how much I looked like my father after I had come to Hogwarts. I don't know you well, although I wish I could have been there to see you grow up other than in my crystal ball. The day when Hermione told me I had a son, an unbelievable joy spread through my soul, but alas, it was not meant to be. I am very proud of you, you know. Becoming a Dark Lord had not been my plan as I killed Voldemort, but I guess I finally listened to Snape and let the fame I had always hated get to my head. I hope to see you in another life, my son. I love you.
"Harry, how strange it is to be talking to yourself when you talk back. Please, apparate once more and go home. Don't hesitate though. That is what I did and it ruined everything. You know what I mean. Take care of Hermione and James, treat them well. I will be in your dreams."
Harry and Potter came to an understanding and Harry disapparated.
Harry found himself in the Great Hall of a crumbling castle. He was immediately surrounded by Death Eaters who had heard the tale-telling crack of an apparition.
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here? Mr. Potter, what a pleasant surprise. Were my dark creatures not enough company for you?" Harry slowly turned around to see his nemesis, Lord Voldemort.
The End
Author's Note:
I know, I know, I did it again, but hey, I love leaving and reading endings which leave you to your imagination. You are all welcome to write an ending if you wish, although I would appreciate knowing it so that I can read them. I hope you otherwise enjoyed my story!
Otspock
"Yes, Master Harry? What can I do for you?" (A/N I am not quite sure how to write the way Dobby talks, sorry)
"Yes, Dobby. I would like tea for 4 if you don't mind."
"Yes, Sir." Dobby then disappeared (without the flash, mind you. House elves are neither to be seen, nor heard.) Instantly, a table with four chairs appeared. It was an old mahogany table, which was already set with porcelain white dishes and bronze silverware.
"Come, sit. Let us discuss this civilly."
The irony was not lost on the room's occupants.
Surprisingly enough, Potter was a witty host. Well, Harry was surprised, anyway, even if the others were not.
After having explained what had happened, Potter sat back and remained quiet a few moments.
"I think I know what went wrong." He finally said, startling them out of their pensive stupors.
"Oh?" James inquired, Intrigued despite of himself.
"Yes, son." Potter replied. "Harry, you said you tried to apparate into Hogwarts, correct?" Harry nodded to confirm. "Well, you idiot!" Potter hit Harry upside the head with a napkin he had been messing around with. "How many times does Hermione have to tell you? You can't apparate I into Hogwarts? I hypothesize that instead of arriving in Hogwarts of your time, you caught a wormhole or something to that effect, and ended up traveling into the future instead." Potter sighed and stood up. Not wanting to be at a disadvantage, everyone followed his lead. With a clap of Potter's hands, the table and chairs disappeared. "I am afraid that our little get together in snow coming to a close." No one made a move, except to draw their wands, as Potter went up to them in turn.
"Hermione, how I regret the course I took. You were the only one who made my life worth while. As I went to Voldemort, however, I was captured and tortured for weeks. I became angry, since no one had come and I began to believe that everyone had abandoned me. I wish so much that I can turn back time and change the course of events so that we could live together in peace, for I have never stopped loving you.
"James, you look so much like my younger self it is amazing, but then, I am sure you know that as I was constantly being to ld how much I looked like my father after I had come to Hogwarts. I don't know you well, although I wish I could have been there to see you grow up other than in my crystal ball. The day when Hermione told me I had a son, an unbelievable joy spread through my soul, but alas, it was not meant to be. I am very proud of you, you know. Becoming a Dark Lord had not been my plan as I killed Voldemort, but I guess I finally listened to Snape and let the fame I had always hated get to my head. I hope to see you in another life, my son. I love you.
"Harry, how strange it is to be talking to yourself when you talk back. Please, apparate once more and go home. Don't hesitate though. That is what I did and it ruined everything. You know what I mean. Take care of Hermione and James, treat them well. I will be in your dreams."
Harry and Potter came to an understanding and Harry disapparated.
Harry found himself in the Great Hall of a crumbling castle. He was immediately surrounded by Death Eaters who had heard the tale-telling crack of an apparition.
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here? Mr. Potter, what a pleasant surprise. Were my dark creatures not enough company for you?" Harry slowly turned around to see his nemesis, Lord Voldemort.
The End
Author's Note:
I know, I know, I did it again, but hey, I love leaving and reading endings which leave you to your imagination. You are all welcome to write an ending if you wish, although I would appreciate knowing it so that I can read them. I hope you otherwise enjoyed my story!
Otspock