A/n: I'm going into a writing frenzy right now. And I'm updating all my
stories that I like. If one of my stories hasn't been updated in ages, it
means one of four things. One: I disowned it. Two: It's finished Three: I
don't have time to update it and four: There aren't enough reviews for me
to consider it worthwhile.
Also, if you don't like one of my fics, at least tell me why! Then I could fix it, and it'd be better again.
Sorry for taking so long.
Wandering Wolf: LOL!
Worlds Away Chapter one
Harry Potter awoke in his bed. Only, it wasn't the bed he went to sleep in. Harry sat up and looked around the room.
'My god. I haven't seen this much green in one place since Ireland was in the Quidditch World Cup.' Harry thought
It was true. He was wearing green silk pajamas. His sheets were green. The canopy on the bed was green. The carpet was green, the walls were green, the ceiling was green. Even his bookshelf, was green.
Everything was green, except the curtains, which were silver. A rush of memories overcame him then.
::flash:: Playing tag with Draco Malfoy ::flash:: Receiving presents from "uncle" Sirius ::flash:: Having a fist fight with Dean Thomas ::flash:: riding on a broom for the first time ::flash:: fencing lessons ::flash:: Lucius Malfoy teaching him a card trick ::flash:: Getting sorted into Slytherin ::flash:: Thoret's birth ::flash:: Magnus's birth ::flash:: Althea's birth ::flash:: parties ::flash:: games...
Harry's entire new life had flashed before his eyes. He had Two brothers, three sisters. He was the eldest. Thoret (boy) was second. Magnus (boy) was third. Then came Althea (girl). Then came the twins Carmen and Alix (both girls).
His parents were still alive. Voldemort never existed, and Sirius Black never went to prison. Pettrigrew never betrayed his family, and he'd never met the Dursley's.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come in." Harry called
A servant walked inside.
"Good morning master Potter. Your bath is drawn and ready. Draco shall be up and about shortly." The servant told him.
More memories came back to him.
He was at Malfoy Manor. He'd spent the night. But they didn't have house elves anymore. They'd gotten rid of them long before he was born. The wizarding world was enjoying it's 51st year of peace. There hadn't been war, or even so much as a powerful dark wizard since Grindelwald's defeat in 1945.
"Master?" The servant asked him
"Yes, yes." Harry replied hopping out of bed. "Thank you."
Harry reached for his glasses on the table beside the bed. He did a double take. There weren't any glasses there. But he could see just fine!
Harry smiled and headed for the bath.
The bathroom looked very similar to the Prefect's bath at Hogwarts. The tub was already filled, and scented. Harry removed his nightclothes, and eased himself into the tub. The water smelled like mint. Amazingly, the water in the tub was exactly the temperature Harry liked it. Harry remembered just how great the servants at Malfoy Manor were.
It didn't even seem to phase him that he was in Draco Malfoy's house. Harry went back into recollections of his new life.
Draco Malfoy was his best friend. He was never forced into doing most of the things the Dursley's forced upon him. In this life, he was never taught to cook, clean, or work in the garden.
It was as if he was two people, and he had the accumulated knowledge of both. Harry smirked, a habit of his from this life. He was an Animagus in this life. It was His, and Uncle Sirius's secret.
Sirius had given him the book on Animagus transformations at age 12, unbeknownst to anyone else. He was visiting his godfather, and with his help, by the end of that month he had completely mastered his form. He was a ferret.
He had many happy memories of sneaking about as a ferret. Relieving himself on important papers in Filch's office, sneaking into the girl's locker room, and stealing McGonnagal's wand.
Oh how he cherished that memory. Sure he put the wand back the next day, but it was really funny to see the Professor have to admit to her class she'd lost her wand.
This life was great, even if he was a complete jerk.
Also, if you don't like one of my fics, at least tell me why! Then I could fix it, and it'd be better again.
Sorry for taking so long.
Wandering Wolf: LOL!
Worlds Away Chapter one
Harry Potter awoke in his bed. Only, it wasn't the bed he went to sleep in. Harry sat up and looked around the room.
'My god. I haven't seen this much green in one place since Ireland was in the Quidditch World Cup.' Harry thought
It was true. He was wearing green silk pajamas. His sheets were green. The canopy on the bed was green. The carpet was green, the walls were green, the ceiling was green. Even his bookshelf, was green.
Everything was green, except the curtains, which were silver. A rush of memories overcame him then.
::flash:: Playing tag with Draco Malfoy ::flash:: Receiving presents from "uncle" Sirius ::flash:: Having a fist fight with Dean Thomas ::flash:: riding on a broom for the first time ::flash:: fencing lessons ::flash:: Lucius Malfoy teaching him a card trick ::flash:: Getting sorted into Slytherin ::flash:: Thoret's birth ::flash:: Magnus's birth ::flash:: Althea's birth ::flash:: parties ::flash:: games...
Harry's entire new life had flashed before his eyes. He had Two brothers, three sisters. He was the eldest. Thoret (boy) was second. Magnus (boy) was third. Then came Althea (girl). Then came the twins Carmen and Alix (both girls).
His parents were still alive. Voldemort never existed, and Sirius Black never went to prison. Pettrigrew never betrayed his family, and he'd never met the Dursley's.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come in." Harry called
A servant walked inside.
"Good morning master Potter. Your bath is drawn and ready. Draco shall be up and about shortly." The servant told him.
More memories came back to him.
He was at Malfoy Manor. He'd spent the night. But they didn't have house elves anymore. They'd gotten rid of them long before he was born. The wizarding world was enjoying it's 51st year of peace. There hadn't been war, or even so much as a powerful dark wizard since Grindelwald's defeat in 1945.
"Master?" The servant asked him
"Yes, yes." Harry replied hopping out of bed. "Thank you."
Harry reached for his glasses on the table beside the bed. He did a double take. There weren't any glasses there. But he could see just fine!
Harry smiled and headed for the bath.
The bathroom looked very similar to the Prefect's bath at Hogwarts. The tub was already filled, and scented. Harry removed his nightclothes, and eased himself into the tub. The water smelled like mint. Amazingly, the water in the tub was exactly the temperature Harry liked it. Harry remembered just how great the servants at Malfoy Manor were.
It didn't even seem to phase him that he was in Draco Malfoy's house. Harry went back into recollections of his new life.
Draco Malfoy was his best friend. He was never forced into doing most of the things the Dursley's forced upon him. In this life, he was never taught to cook, clean, or work in the garden.
It was as if he was two people, and he had the accumulated knowledge of both. Harry smirked, a habit of his from this life. He was an Animagus in this life. It was His, and Uncle Sirius's secret.
Sirius had given him the book on Animagus transformations at age 12, unbeknownst to anyone else. He was visiting his godfather, and with his help, by the end of that month he had completely mastered his form. He was a ferret.
He had many happy memories of sneaking about as a ferret. Relieving himself on important papers in Filch's office, sneaking into the girl's locker room, and stealing McGonnagal's wand.
Oh how he cherished that memory. Sure he put the wand back the next day, but it was really funny to see the Professor have to admit to her class she'd lost her wand.
This life was great, even if he was a complete jerk.