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Summary: Before he was able to go to Hogwarts, young Harry Potter was whisked away by a stranger from the future that is more familiar than he seems. When the Boy-Who-Lived is 16, a mere two years after the resurrection of the evil Lord Voldemort, he is sent to Hogwarts finally to learn among his peers. Hogwarts is in for an interesting year
A/N: A new idea that got into my head and refused to leave. Please Review.
The long-awaited day had finally arrived.
After weeks of procrastination, the first of September had at long last appeared in all its glory, and a small boy, barely grazing his first eleven years, was proudly able to boast being one of the first residents of London to view its rising sun, feel its first warm rays. The wet morning dew sprayed soothingly against his tender flesh, causing a brief smile, now a common occurrence, to overcome his usually tired features. The blissful breeze briefly caressed his raven-black hair before casually lifting up debris which zoomed high into the blue of the skies, perfectly synonymous with the young child's feelings on this particular day.
The sun glistened brightly in the peaceful morning sky, but even the brightest mass in the heavens shuddered and squinted at the sight of glinting green eyes, emanating with a hidden potential that simply spelled out power. A striking lightning-bolt graced his pale forehead, consequently forcing the young man to stand out even among the most eye-catching.
The boy christened Harry Potter smiled joyously, a phenomenon that, unusually, had been occurring frequently ever since he discovered the truth concerning his wizarding ancestry. His smile brightened as his mind once more unconsciously drifted towards the magic inside him. He could feel it bubbling up inside of him, as if the mystical essence was aware of the significance that today held and was just as anxious as young Harry was. While nervous, he couldn't help but feel excited as he heedlessly watched nature work with its own inherent magic. Gone would be the Dursleys', along with their capability to taunt and torment him, replaced with others, hopefully similar to himself, that would embark on a journey with him to discover the wondrous world of wizardry. The young wizard sighed dreamily.
Despite his anticipation, Harry did not have any clue as to how he was going to actually reach the train station that housed the transport headed towards his hopes and dreams. Platform nine and three-quarters seemed to be a remote location that was just as inaccessible as the sun. His smile abruptly dropped, replaced by a disgruntled frown. Uncle Vernon would be the ideal choice, however his hatred of anything magical could prove to be a tiny obstacle.
Checking the broken watch of Dudley's that he'd fixed, the time was displayed as a quarter after nine. Almost instantly the cloud of despair that had been dampening his demeanor had diminished. His bright smile was back as he thought about what he would learn, and even remained as he went inside the house to wake his uncle and ask him for a favor for the first time his life.
He treaded gently up the stairs, a little bounce in his strides as he once again realized he wouldn't have to see the same hardwood stairs for some time (or the cupboard underneath them). This continued until he made it to the second landing and was outside of his uncle and aunt's room. As he raised his hands to knock, his malnourished fist mere inches from the wood of the door, something stopped him. Something assaulted his senses with such force that he felt as if he was frozen in some sort of trance. It was pure magic.
The essence of this power was so intoxicating he felt that he could stay in this limbo eternally. His instincts took control and the young wizard, years later still, could have sworn he practically sensed unadulterated power wafting from the general location of the kitchen. All thoughts of the excitement Hogwarts could entail fled his mind swiftly as he, no mind for noise that could awaken (in other words, enrage) his Uncle and Aunt from their slumber, bolted down the stairs at a furious pace. Once he reached the kitchen's threshold, he barged in eagerly. His jaw dropped at the sight that greeted his eyes.
There in little Harry Potter's kitchen stood an adult wizard (Harry had no doubt he was a wizard) majestically standing to the right of the refrigerator. He looked oddly out of place in startlingly bright green robes trimmed with gold, sword strapped to his back, long and smooth black hair down to the nape of his neck, and a long black staff that he leaned on gently. Actually, Harry noticed, he resembled himself strongly. He stared at him with calm and unreadable emerald eyes, not that young Harry noticed. The youngest wizard present was entranced with the long strands of power that danced around the regal sorcerer and his appearance. The wizard looked to be hitting his late-thirties. The impressive robes that adorned him didn't look strange to Harry unlike the wizards he had seen on his trip to Diagon Alley; actually, they looked perfectly fit for a wizard of his presumable rank. He would have hardly noticed that the man was speaking if it wasn't for his strong tones.
"Harry Potter, you must come with me. It is for the good of the wizarding world that you ask all the inquiries that I have no doubt you have come up with at a later date." He smiled as the inquisitive look on the child's face transformed into a one of blatant curiosity.
"Are you taking me to Hogwarts?" Harry asked hopefully. The man's eyes burned fiercely at the name, and Harry was able to wisely deduce that the man didn't plan on transportinghim to Hogwarts.
"There is no time for questions right...now." Harry raised an eyebrow as the older man said the last word with more venom than Harry thought the nice man possessed. Even if he did not know this man from Adam, Harry felt an odd sort of kinship with him and was willing to give him more trust than he had ever given anyone in his entire life. Suddenly the doors banged open and three individuals dressed in robes entered the room. A severe woman stood towards the right, her black hair tight in a bun, while a tall, pale, and unpleasant-looking man with shoulder-length black hair stood towards the left. But in the center of the trio stood a man Harry felt compelled to respect immediately. Although not as impressive as the man that stood mere feet away from him, the gray-haired man held great power also. His voice was commanding as he spoke to the man whohe was mere secondsaway from leaving with.
"Who are you and what do you want with young Mr. Potter?" The old man asked strongly. The man in question seemed to be radiating anger until it seemed to disappear and the feeling was gone. 'Weird', thought an extremely confused Harry. Too many wizards had practically appeared out of nowhere inside of his home. All he wanted to do was get to Hogwarts and learn magic, but he had to admit the events unfolding in front of him was starting to get interesting. He knew he would be heart broken if he didn't get to see the climax.
"Albus Dumbledore, this has nothing to do with you," The man sneered distastefully at the two wizards that flanked him before continuing. "Take your cronies and leave this place. Harry Potter will not go to Hogwarts. He will come with me and become my apprentice, therefore learning much more than that pitiful school of yours could teach him in all seven years." The two cronies, Harry observed with a small smile, looked aghast; Harry concluded that they must not be used to someone speaking to this Dumbledore character in this fashion. Normally goody-goody Harry Potter would be aghast also at the way the mysterious wizard sneered at his elders. However, the man attracted the adolescent, and Harry found himself smiling in spite of his manners at the older man's rebellious attitude. He found himself liking the idea of apprenticing under this man, although he knew no idea what that would entail.
"I'm afraid I can't allow this to happen. Harry will come with us to Hogwa-" The forever impassive Dumbledore's eyes widened in shock as he was pushed off his feet by a mere pushing movement with onlyhis handsby the stranger. He slammed into the kitchen door and slumped to the ground, almost unconscious. By looking at the two cronies, Harry could tell this was quite the feat.Theunpleasant malestared in astonishment,the femalein horror, and Harry in awe. His decision was made. The young wizard vowed to be prepared to follow this man to the ends of the earth if it meant he could train under him.
"Come, young Harry." At the wizard's beckoning, Harry looked at the horrified half-conscious Dumbledore before mouthing a small 'sorry'. He crossed the room towards the stranger's side and looked at him for directions. The man gave a brief smile that had him bubbling with pride before the expression vanished, and placed a strong hand on Harry's shoulder. Suddenly, winds whipped around the pair, causing the younger of the two to squint. The identical dark hair of the two was blown upwards, and then that's when they first glimpsed it. Four identical gasps burst from the three professors and young Harry. The stranger just smirked at them, before giving a mocking wave at the trio. The duo vanished and shortly after the winds diminished. The three professors didn't react to their form of transportation, even though it wasn't apparation, only continuing to stare at the space they had just occupiedin complete shock.
The mystery wizard had a burning red scar on his pale forehead. A lightning-bolt shapedscar.
