Gone With the Wind
Tabitha78 – Firstly thank you for reading and reviewing all chapters!! Yes you are correct in saying that Harry's parents are 13 years old and Harry will be older than them, with the added bonus of having the authority to give them detentions!
Padfoot1987 – Okay just to clear this up, Harry is not dead and never was. He faked his death because there is no way to come forward in time other than waiting it out and by going back 25 years he will be 43 when he returns. He will probably not be recognised as easily with the extra years on his back, hence the fake death. There are many reasons for it, but they are yet to be revealed. I hope that clears it up, if not just shout and hopefully I can point you in the right direction!!
Anonymous – Thanks for giving me a pointer for the length, very appreciated. The twinkle in Dumbledore's eye did not fade when or because he sent Harry into the past, that is just when Harry noticed the change, chances are it has been slowly disappearing. As to why...read the story :P
Last Time:
As he lifted his hands from the cold stone floor he noticed a knut stuck on the palm of his hand. He peeled it off and slipped it into his pocket, not really understanding why. He started following the house elf once more down the deserted hallways and soon all thoughts of the fall were out of his mind. Thoughts of the up and coming year engulfing his brain and taking his mind, for the first time, off his past and the world he could never have. It was another day, another year, in another time.
Chapter 3 – Sweet Dreams
(Quotes taken from 'Goblet of Fire' and 'Order of the Phoenix' by J.K. Rowling, version British)
"Kill the spare"
"...Bow to death, Harry...""What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does."
'Crack. Dead twins. Crack. Dead Percy. Crack. Dead Harry.'
"Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in dangerFrom external, deadly foes."
'I must not tell lies'
"Dumbledore's Army...that's the ministries worst fear."
'The man was yelling in pain...then he fell silent...he slumped backwards against the wall...blood spattering on to the floor...'
'It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall...'
Harry's eyes snapped open and his hand flew to his mouth trying to stop himself from screaming, but to no avail. An ear-splitting cry broke the silence of the night. Harry sat up in his bed gasping for breath trying to block his mind from the images of Sirius fading into the abyss. Falling. Harry turned leaned over his bed, coughing madly as vomit sprayed across the floor. A house-elf came rushing over frantically to Harry pushing him back down into bed and forced a calming drought down his throat. Harry felt the warm soothing feeling swarm over him as he relaxed and lay back on the bed. The house-elf continued to rush around but Harry didn't take much notice, he lay back and tried to remember what he had been dreaming about. Whatever it was had already happened, there was no doubt about it. The lingering feeling of déjà vu was strong and all he could see was the blurred vision of Sirius falling into a blur of unknown. His shoulder length black hair was plastered to his face and his lightning bolt scar more apparent against his pale, white skin.
"Sir? Master Paterson sir? I is going for Madam Pomfrey. Sir should stay here and rest, for sirs own good, Hyper will get help sir." The eager elf named Hyper began to back from the room while bowing to the floor. The combination was obviously a terrible idea because no sooner did his nose touch the ground he tripped over his unnaturally large feet and was sitting on his backside looking slightly confused.
"Hang on there, wait!" Harry said trying to stop the house elf from disappearing to fetch the school nurse who apparently held the position for over 25 years. Harry couldn't help but be impressed with her dedication. Harry turned to the elf, looking for a to convince a clearly enthusiastic house-elf. "Hold up there, what did you say your name was?"
"Hyper sir my name's is Hyper!" Hyper was leaping from foot to foot breathlessly.
"Hyper..." Harry said grinning inwardly at the elf's eager and...well...hyper mood. "There is no need to call the nurse, I assure you. I think it would be better to simply forget about this little...eh...incident..." Harry looked at the elf his eyes showed the faintest glimpse of hope.
"But Sir, please sir it is of much importance that sir is healthy for his teachings tomorrow sir. Is sir sure he would not like Madam Pomfrey to check sir?" The elf looked up at Harry but saw nothing in his eyes. They were not cold, nor were they evil. The startling emerald green sparkled but the emotion was hidden deep inside. Concealed from any and all.
"No, That's okay Hyper. It was just a dream." It wasn't a lie, not exactly anyway. Nightmare is a more accurate word but Harry didn't much think of it. Sirius was all that he could see now, Sirius falling forever.
Harry looked at himself in the mirror one last time before heading to the welcome feast. He had used a simple charm to change his hair from the jet-black hair to a dirty blonde colour that made Harry's face seem slightly less pale. He had also grown his hair to shoulder length but it still stuck out at the back, no amount of charm work could change the great Potter trait. Harry grinned at himself in the mirror, his green eyes glinting with mischief and his lightning bolt scar was clearly visible amongst his untidy hair. Not that there was any reason to hide his scar; he was no longer the-boy-who-lived, Harry laughed silently to himself as he thought about it the-boy-who-lived wasn't even born.
Harry entered the feast relatively unnoticed. The students were running across the great hall greeting friends not seen since school had broken up in June. It took most of Harry's will power head toward the Griffindor table, instead he made his way to the teachers table and took a seat between a strict, middle-aged woman and a short elderly female Professor Harry did not recall either.
"Hello, you must be the new defence teacher Professor Dumbledore was telling us about, Paterson is it not?" the woman said raising an eyebrow and looking over this new arrival, "bit young don't you think Maggie?"
"Yes, well Dumbledore said he was. Margaret Murray, charms. You can call me Mag or Maggie," said the elderly professor in a broad Scottish accent, holding her hand out to introduce herself a friendly smile plastered on her face.
"Nice to meet you Maggie, I'm Harry Paterson," Harry said shaking her hand politely.
"Hilary Acerbus, Potions; pleasure to meet you Paterson," Said Acerbus smiling at Harry warily, dislike apparent from the moment she set eyes on him. Harry was not surprised; he had never had much luck with potions professors before.
"You do seem rather young to be teaching though, Dumbledore must see something in you. You cant be any more that 20!" Maggie said apparently looking for an explanation. It wasn't meant to be rude, she was just looking for a conversation but Acerbus seemed rather interested to hear Harry's answer for himself.
"Eighteen actually. It is rather young I must admit but its not as though I come without experience." Harry said, instantly regretting saying too much.
"Oh really? At eighteen? And what type of experience have you come across may I ask Acerbus asked doubt pouring through her eyes." Harry was saved the trouble of answering as the hall fell silent as the doors to the great hall opened. A line of terrified looking first years filed into the hall lead by Professor McGonagall herself.
A/N: Your thoughts please...