I do not own Harry Potter. This is a one shot story, done on a dare. If
you like it, I MIGHT write a full length story with a simmilar plot. Or if
you want to adopt this story, and make it a first chapter, a prequel, or
something - Email me, I'd love to read a full story like this one.
When he cast the spell, he had no idea that it would work, or how it would work, or even what it really did. All the description said was that it would give him the opertunity to do all the training nessesary to be the most powerfull wizard. He was sixteen when he cast it.
The first thing that he found out about the spell was that it sent him somewhere else. I appeared to be back in time. Later he learned that it didn't send him through time, just to different dimentions. Some are farther ahead or behind us. Next he learned that he wasn't garunteed to be put on Earth, any planet with humans worked. The method of travel, of training, was what made it so hard, but also effective. He would be put into a demention, he would spend exactly 50 years in that dimention, then he would be sent to the next, reverting back to his sixteen year old's body durring the trip. If he happened to be killed before the fifty years were up, he would be put in the next dimention ahead of schedule.
Sounds good, right? Get to live a few hundred years, learning a great deal in the process. Knowing that untill you return to your home dimention you can't really be killed.
Wrong. It sucked, or so Harry thought. Sure, it was fun for the first few times. Making friends, falling in love, and then misteriosly vanishing and ending up in a new dimention isn't fun. Fighting things that would make Voldermort, Dumbledore, and Merlin - together- run away crying isn't fun. Sure, he enjoyed life. But the oldest he ever aged to was 66. After so many dimentional jumps, he fealt old. Very old. He lost track of how old he actually was some time around three thousand years. He did know that he had been married at least 12 times since he lost track, and he didn't always get married.
When he first realised that he wanted to go home, it was to see his friends. I had been so long since then. One of the things he had learned was that you never truly know what you are going to do untill the time to do it comes. He knew this, but still thought he knew exactly what he would do if he ever got back to the dimmention he was born in, the one he no longer called home. He would kill Voldermort, then find some quiet place do die. Preferably in that order, but since Voldermort wasn't something that scared him, and he no longer thought of that place as home, he wouldn't have minded if the find a quite place to die came first, and without the second. At least, that is what he tought.
*******
Here we go again. New demention. Glad that i'm out of that other one. So what now?
Harry groaned as he realized that he was in a bed. That usually meant one of two things: one, someone had seen him materialize in this dimention and thought of him a some sort of angle, demon, god type thing; two, he had switched places with another dimention hopper, where as the one from this dimention had reached the 50 year mark, or whatever personal time mark, in bed. This time neither were true.
"I see you are awake. Care to explain why you were uncoucious in the library with a blank book?"
Harry knew that voice from somewhere. He just couldn't place it . . .
library, blank book, uncouncious . . . oh shit, i'm back
"Uhh." Harry just groaned.
"I happen to know what spell was in that book, Harry. How do you think I got to be this old? I spent almost one hundred fifty years dimention hopping. Now you won't die untill your body is as old as your mind. Don't wory, your ageing is proportional to how old you will live to be. The average human life span is eighty, and twenty is one fourth of eighty, therefore you will look like a twenty year old when you are one fourth your final age. How long were you hopping anyway?"
"You don't want to know." he said.
"What was that Harry?"
Dahm, havn't been to a dimmention that spoke English is ages. Ok, consentrate. Or just do a translating spell. . . no, consentrate.
"I said that you don't want to know."
Talk about a cliff hanger. Especially since this is a short, and intended to be one chapter alone. I might or might not add on to this. How about you, do you want to adopt this? You don't have to use my wording, just the idea.
When he cast the spell, he had no idea that it would work, or how it would work, or even what it really did. All the description said was that it would give him the opertunity to do all the training nessesary to be the most powerfull wizard. He was sixteen when he cast it.
The first thing that he found out about the spell was that it sent him somewhere else. I appeared to be back in time. Later he learned that it didn't send him through time, just to different dimentions. Some are farther ahead or behind us. Next he learned that he wasn't garunteed to be put on Earth, any planet with humans worked. The method of travel, of training, was what made it so hard, but also effective. He would be put into a demention, he would spend exactly 50 years in that dimention, then he would be sent to the next, reverting back to his sixteen year old's body durring the trip. If he happened to be killed before the fifty years were up, he would be put in the next dimention ahead of schedule.
Sounds good, right? Get to live a few hundred years, learning a great deal in the process. Knowing that untill you return to your home dimention you can't really be killed.
Wrong. It sucked, or so Harry thought. Sure, it was fun for the first few times. Making friends, falling in love, and then misteriosly vanishing and ending up in a new dimention isn't fun. Fighting things that would make Voldermort, Dumbledore, and Merlin - together- run away crying isn't fun. Sure, he enjoyed life. But the oldest he ever aged to was 66. After so many dimentional jumps, he fealt old. Very old. He lost track of how old he actually was some time around three thousand years. He did know that he had been married at least 12 times since he lost track, and he didn't always get married.
When he first realised that he wanted to go home, it was to see his friends. I had been so long since then. One of the things he had learned was that you never truly know what you are going to do untill the time to do it comes. He knew this, but still thought he knew exactly what he would do if he ever got back to the dimmention he was born in, the one he no longer called home. He would kill Voldermort, then find some quiet place do die. Preferably in that order, but since Voldermort wasn't something that scared him, and he no longer thought of that place as home, he wouldn't have minded if the find a quite place to die came first, and without the second. At least, that is what he tought.
*******
Here we go again. New demention. Glad that i'm out of that other one. So what now?
Harry groaned as he realized that he was in a bed. That usually meant one of two things: one, someone had seen him materialize in this dimention and thought of him a some sort of angle, demon, god type thing; two, he had switched places with another dimention hopper, where as the one from this dimention had reached the 50 year mark, or whatever personal time mark, in bed. This time neither were true.
"I see you are awake. Care to explain why you were uncoucious in the library with a blank book?"
Harry knew that voice from somewhere. He just couldn't place it . . .
library, blank book, uncouncious . . . oh shit, i'm back
"Uhh." Harry just groaned.
"I happen to know what spell was in that book, Harry. How do you think I got to be this old? I spent almost one hundred fifty years dimention hopping. Now you won't die untill your body is as old as your mind. Don't wory, your ageing is proportional to how old you will live to be. The average human life span is eighty, and twenty is one fourth of eighty, therefore you will look like a twenty year old when you are one fourth your final age. How long were you hopping anyway?"
"You don't want to know." he said.
"What was that Harry?"
Dahm, havn't been to a dimmention that spoke English is ages. Ok, consentrate. Or just do a translating spell. . . no, consentrate.
"I said that you don't want to know."
Talk about a cliff hanger. Especially since this is a short, and intended to be one chapter alone. I might or might not add on to this. How about you, do you want to adopt this? You don't have to use my wording, just the idea.