Lessons About A Price Too High

Chapter 01 The Cupboard Under the Stairs

The new time turner, like most other new magical discoveries in Harry's time, were all based around the number 8. Remembering this, Harry opened his eyes and studied the time turner intensely. It wouldn't do for me to screw up now would it? Harry knelt on the ground and put the time turner down side ways. Making sure the time turner started at a flat 180 degrees was one of the details that he knew he had to get right. Steadying his trembling hands, he lifted it from the ground slowly, still making sure that the position of the time turner was parallel with the ground. Then he turned it twice, and closed his eyes again, waiting… waiting,,, Didn't it work?

Unable to resist it anymore, he wrenched open his eyes to find… nothing. What the hell? Darkness crowded in on Harry from all directions. Where am I? Deciding that he would be better prepared if he was standing, Harry rolled off of his knees and attempted to stand up. Attempted being the key word there. Just as he was about reach what seemed to be his full height, WHACK. Pain engulfed Harry as his legs gave way and caused him to collapse on the floor again. In the sky, thunder roared. It was close behind, it was almost upon him… Wait… what sky? Abruptly, the thunder stopped, a voice now replaced it instead, similar in volume.

"BOY! What are you trying to do? Wake up the whole neighborhood with that racket?" You seem to be doing a better job of that than me. Harry thought, but didn't say anything.

"Vernon!" another voice screeched. "Turn off those lights, it's past midnight for god's sake. What will the neighbors think?"

Rubbing his temples, Harry was trying ward away what he knew would be an oncoming headache. Whether it was from hitting the stairs or his relatives bellowing he didn't know or care at the moment. In fact, he would be quite glad if he never had to hear those voices again. But they had served their purposes. He now knew exactly where he was, the cupboard under the stairs.

For a moment, he couldn't understand how he had forgotten. Surely it hadn't been that long ago that he had been locked in here. Then he remembered the aftermath of a battle in his 7th year.

Dementors, they were everywhere. How he had continued to duel with the coldness, and the screaming voices in his head he didn't know. What he did know, was that this had to stop. He would never win against Voldemort if he couldn't protect his own mind using Occulmency.

That was the day that he had truly decided put his mind to learning Occlumency. Once he had managed it, Harry had tucked away most of his childhood memories, happy and sad, to be reviewed when it was safe again. Apparently, his mind had now deemed the situation as "safe" and a tumult of long neglected memories rushed back to him. At least this answered one question on his mind. He would definitely not have to learn Occlumency or Legilimency again.

Rubbing his sore head solemnly, he began concentrating his wandless magic on healing it. Slowly, the pain dissipated leaving a now thoroughly exhausted Harry Potter lying on his cot. Idiot he thought as he began to pass out. You're a ten year old severely mal and under nourished boy who hasn't expanded his magical cor…

littlewolf-moony

do you think I should change the rating to G? I was advised that I should give the highest rating possible just so wouldn't decide that somehow the rating was too low and remove my story.

the burial thing will be explained later on. A brilliant idea of the ministry's, you see

you're right about the untimely thing. if you can think of a word to replace it with, I'll change it.

Hope12

thank you. I'll try