Suddenly, an explosion rocked the office. Harry toppled out of a chair, and emerged a few seconds later, looking terrified. James yelled something incoherent, but his cry was punctured by a voice- a high-pitched, cruel, laughing voice.
"Harry Potter," a venomous voice hissed, and Lord Voldemort appeared.
Harry's scar seared, and he let out a startled cry. How did Voldemort know who he was?
As if he had read his mind, Voldemort let out a mocking laugh. "Potter, you obviously do not understand the delicacy of time and space. You don't have the mind for Potions, quite obviously," he said in a sneering voice. "Just like your dear father," he cackled, looking over at James, who just stared at him, a look of mingled fear and confusion on his face.
As the Marauders began to back up into a corner, Voldemort singled Harry out, advancing on him. The other boys just stared, not sure of what to do. Harry remained erect, his wand clenched in his right hand, his knuckles white.
"Now, onto business... surely you know why I'm here, Potter?" said Voldemort, who was stalling for time; watching him squirm was much too satsifying to end it so soon.
Harry did not answer. "Answer me, Potter," hissed Voldemort.
Harry remained silent.
"Well, if you do not wish to play my little game... Crucio!" he said, raising his wand.
Pain like he had never felt before coursed through his body, like thousands and thousands of daggers stabbing him, his screams echoing around the office... until the pain stopped. Harry faintly heard somebody yell "STUPEFY!" and a jet of red light go somewhere to the left of Voldemort, startling him.
And behind Harry, holding his wand erect, panting with the effort of the spell, was Peter Pettigrew. Shocked and panting, Harry stared at him.
Furious, Voldemort hit him with a spell that sent him flying out the demolished door. James and Sirius looked at Voldemort, looking as though they were ready to kill him.
Suddenly, a sneer came over Voldemort's face as he looked at James. "Potter," he said, turning back to Harry, "do you know what will happen if I kill dear James here?" he said, in a mocking voice.
Harry let out a slightly strangled cry as James stared at Voldemort, terrified.
Without thinking, Harry raised his wand as Voldemort raised his, pointing it at James, Harry's at Voldemort.
"EXPELLIARAMUS!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Suddenly, there was a blinding white light, and Harry felt himself being pulled somewhere behind his navel, pulling him to Merlin-knew-where. Then it was dark.
Looking up, dazed, Harry gazed around him. He was in his dormitory.
Hearing footsteps on the dormitory stairs, Harry picked himself off the ground and walked over to the door, seeing a fleeting glimpse of red-hair. He was back, and apparently, no time had passed.
Obviously, Voldemort hadn't suceeded in killing James Potter- Harry was still alive and well. Feeling slightly sick, Harry followed Ron, meeting him in the common room.
"That didn't take long," Ron said, sounding surprised. Harry just muttered something under his breath, and Ron squinted at him. "Something wrong, mate?" he asked, peering at him, worried.
Smiling slightly, Harry shook his head. "No, nothing. Nothing at all."
That is the end of "Who ARE you?"
If you proceed down the page, you will see that I've written an epilogue. If you would be so kind as to read it...
I also will be writing a sequel (yay!) to this story called "A Return to Hogwarts". I won't give anything away here, but it will be out soon- just keep this page bookmarked, and look at my profile soon...
EPILOGUE
James and the Marauders did survive Voldemort's attack. Voldemort was driven off by the white light, which had sent Harry back to his own time. The light was caused by the combining of opposing spells by brother wands- one wand is good, one wand is evil, and as you know, good usually triumphs over evil.
James Potter went on to name his child Harry Potter, after his childhood friend, and named Sirius Black the child's godfather. Remus Lupin was out of work for some time because of his condition, and Sirius Black became convicted of murder. Peter Pettigrew betrayed the Potters, who thought they could trust him after his act of bravery in his fifth year- but once a rat, always a rat.
The attack at Hogwarts would always be remembered as the worst attack in the century. Out of the school's approximate one thousand students, three hundred and twenty two perished, while many others sustained injuries. The first through fourth year students, though presumed safe in their designated houses, made up the majority of the deaths when an explosion rocked the castle... the same explosion that had sent Harry toppling out of his chair.
Nothing totally serious in the future changed as a result of Harry's time traveling, but one thing had been tweaked: Peter Pettigrew is no longer in debt to Harry Potter.