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Chapter Two
"What are you doing here, Bellatrix?" Harry sneered.
Bellatrix looked confused for a moment. "What's it to you? I have as much right as you to be here!"
Harry could not believe his ears. Who did this evil witch think she was? She had no rights at all. What was going to happen when Professor Dumbledore found out? He turned around and burst through the doors to the Great Hall. Not looking at any of the students sitting at the tables on either side, he walked purposely up to the teacher's table.
"Professor Dumbledore, there is something I have to tell you."
"Yes, Mr. Potter, what is it?"
Harry looked confused for a moment as he took in that the Headmaster did not call him Harry, lowering his voice, he told him, "Professor, there is a Death Eater in the entryway."
"Mr. Potter, how do you know this person is a Death Eater?" the familiar twinkle was in his eyes and there was no alarm in his tone.
"Because, Professor, I saw her kill Sirius," he said, lowering his voice even more.
"What do you mean, James? I'm right here." said a slightly familiar voice.
Harry turned around and found himself staring at the younger Sirius Black that he had glimpsed in Professor Snape's pensieve. His mind became overloaded and he blacked out, as he whispered his godfather's name, "Sirius."
When Harry awoke, he found himself in the infirmery at Hogwarts. He turned his head and saw a very stern-looking Professor Dumbeldore watching him with a look he had only seen in his eyes a few times last year. It was a look of wariness and mistrust. Oh, no, he thought, I thought we'd resolved this before I left for summer break.
"I would like for you to tell me who you are and what you are doing here," the Headmaster said in a slightly cold voice.
"But, sir, you know me. You've known me since I was a baby." Harry was very confused. Why is Professor Dumbledore pretending he doesn't know me? Did I do something terrible under Voldemort's influence? That was highly unlikely as he had studied as hard as he could and had even had one nightmare given to him this summer so far.
"Young man, if I knew you, I wouldn't have to ask your name. Yes, you look like one of my students, but there are differences. For one thing there is that scar on your forehead, and your eyes are bright green."
"Wait a minute, did you say I looked like one of your students? Which one?" Harry was having this really awful feeling.
"James Potter, why?"
Harry bit his lip. His father was a student here? That meant that he had traveled some years into the past. How did he get here? "What year is it?"
"1976, why?"
1976, five years before he was born. His parents would be in their sixth year of school. He would be able to talk to them and, maybe, if he could figure out a way, he might be able to change the future so that his parents lived, and Sirius would never have been sent to Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit.
"Young man, I asked you who you were," the Headmaster said again, his voice gone ice cold.
"Sir, my name is Harry Jamlil. I was sent here from Beauxbaton and became quite confused. Something happened when my portkey malfunctioned. I found myself here and I thought that you looked familiar."
"But why did you tell me that there was a Death Eater in the entryway? A young man your age shouldn't be able to identify Death Eaters, only aurors that fought them would be able to." Dumbeldore said suspiciously.
"Someone I was very close to was murdered by Death Eaters not to long ago, and the person I met looked a lot like the Death Eater that killed him." The person didn't just look like the Death Eater, but actually was the same person only twenty-one years younger.
Chapter Two
"What are you doing here, Bellatrix?" Harry sneered.
Bellatrix looked confused for a moment. "What's it to you? I have as much right as you to be here!"
Harry could not believe his ears. Who did this evil witch think she was? She had no rights at all. What was going to happen when Professor Dumbledore found out? He turned around and burst through the doors to the Great Hall. Not looking at any of the students sitting at the tables on either side, he walked purposely up to the teacher's table.
"Professor Dumbledore, there is something I have to tell you."
"Yes, Mr. Potter, what is it?"
Harry looked confused for a moment as he took in that the Headmaster did not call him Harry, lowering his voice, he told him, "Professor, there is a Death Eater in the entryway."
"Mr. Potter, how do you know this person is a Death Eater?" the familiar twinkle was in his eyes and there was no alarm in his tone.
"Because, Professor, I saw her kill Sirius," he said, lowering his voice even more.
"What do you mean, James? I'm right here." said a slightly familiar voice.
Harry turned around and found himself staring at the younger Sirius Black that he had glimpsed in Professor Snape's pensieve. His mind became overloaded and he blacked out, as he whispered his godfather's name, "Sirius."
When Harry awoke, he found himself in the infirmery at Hogwarts. He turned his head and saw a very stern-looking Professor Dumbeldore watching him with a look he had only seen in his eyes a few times last year. It was a look of wariness and mistrust. Oh, no, he thought, I thought we'd resolved this before I left for summer break.
"I would like for you to tell me who you are and what you are doing here," the Headmaster said in a slightly cold voice.
"But, sir, you know me. You've known me since I was a baby." Harry was very confused. Why is Professor Dumbledore pretending he doesn't know me? Did I do something terrible under Voldemort's influence? That was highly unlikely as he had studied as hard as he could and had even had one nightmare given to him this summer so far.
"Young man, if I knew you, I wouldn't have to ask your name. Yes, you look like one of my students, but there are differences. For one thing there is that scar on your forehead, and your eyes are bright green."
"Wait a minute, did you say I looked like one of your students? Which one?" Harry was having this really awful feeling.
"James Potter, why?"
Harry bit his lip. His father was a student here? That meant that he had traveled some years into the past. How did he get here? "What year is it?"
"1976, why?"
1976, five years before he was born. His parents would be in their sixth year of school. He would be able to talk to them and, maybe, if he could figure out a way, he might be able to change the future so that his parents lived, and Sirius would never have been sent to Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit.
"Young man, I asked you who you were," the Headmaster said again, his voice gone ice cold.
"Sir, my name is Harry Jamlil. I was sent here from Beauxbaton and became quite confused. Something happened when my portkey malfunctioned. I found myself here and I thought that you looked familiar."
"But why did you tell me that there was a Death Eater in the entryway? A young man your age shouldn't be able to identify Death Eaters, only aurors that fought them would be able to." Dumbeldore said suspiciously.
"Someone I was very close to was murdered by Death Eaters not to long ago, and the person I met looked a lot like the Death Eater that killed him." The person didn't just look like the Death Eater, but actually was the same person only twenty-one years younger.