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The Gift Of Time
Chapter Two
A Whole New World
That night, Harry went to bed, feeling slightly ill. He was sure that it was because of the potion. He legs felt wobbly under his weight, he was light headed and he was a lot weaker in the arms. He hoped that it was nothing serious.
"Are you feeling any better?" Ron asked, as they were changing into their pyjamas.
"Not really. I'd have to say that I'm feeling worse."
"I'm sure that it's nothing. You're only feeling that way because you believe that something is wrong and you're forcing yourself to feel that way."
"I'm not forcing myself."
Ron rolled his eyes with a smile.
"Goodnight, Harry."
Ron jumped onto his bed and pulled the hangings around him. After a few moments, snoring was heard, telling Harry that he was asleep.
Harry sighed in annoyance and pulled down his shirt. He then jumped into bed and closed his eyes. He tried his best to fall asleep.
As he was falling asleep, he felt as if he was spinning in some sort of freak tornado. The only time he had ever felt a dream like this, had been after he had gone on a roller coaster that Dudley had forced him to go on. Dudley knew that Harry was bad on roller coasters and had gotten his parents to demand Harry to go on. Harry had lost his lunch after that.
Moments later, a thud was heard as he hit the ground. For the first time in his "dream" (A/N: It's not exactly a dream) he opened his eyes. A gasp escaped from his lips. He was outside of what looked like Hogwarts. It looked a lot different though.
The school was painted a different colour and it looked a lot newer that it usually did. There were more trees and those that he would remember looked a lot more alive than they had out of his dream, or so Harry thought it was.
Harry walked around the school's yard a little while longer before entering through the back door. As he stepped inside he saw a few students walking around the hallways. Harry guessed that they were Prefects. Only the Prefects were allowed to be out of class at this time of night. None of the Prefects seemed to be students that Harry knew. He also noticed that they all had weird hair, especially the girls. The girls' hair was all big and frizzy and some of them even had it split to the side with loads of hair spray. The guys either had long hair, or short hair, cut in a sort of shaggy bowl cut.
One of the Prefects looked at his in a confused sort of way, and Harry decided to ask him about what was going on.
"Hello, James," the Prefect said to him.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not James," Harry corrected.
The Prefect laughed.
"Stop joking around, James."
"Um…what's your name?"
"Arthur Weasley. James, you know that."
Harry was slightly stunned. It was Mr. Weasley! Only much, much younger. He looked as if he was but seventeen years old. He had long curly, red hair, and bushy bands in the front. He looked like some sort of seventies' rocker.
"How old are you?" Harry asked.
"Seventeen."
"And what's the date?"
"September fifteenth."
"And what year?"
"Nineteen seventy-five."
Harry nearly froze on the inside. He was in the year nineteen seventy-five! He hoped that this was just a dream. As Harry thought deeply, realization dawned on him like a weight. The potion! The potion had done this!
"Oh God! I have to talk to Dumbledore!"
Harry stormed away from a highly confused looking Arthur. Harry silently prayed that Dumbledore's office was in the same place. He was relieved to see that it was.
"Pumpkin pasties," he said, trying to guess the password.
The gargoyle didn't move.
"Bertie Botts"
"Ice mice"
"Chocolate frogs"
"Fizzing Wizbees"
Suddenly the Gargoyle slowly began to move to the side. Harry quickly jumped onto the moving staircase. Once the staircase had stopped moving, Harry was in front of a door. He knocked.
Seconds later, the door opened, revealing the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. His hair was almost as auburn as it had been in Tom Riddle's memory, only there was now grey mixed into it.
"Hello James, what brings you here?"
"I'm not James!" Harry retorted, now annoyed of peoples' mistaking, "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
Dumbledore looked slightly confused.
"Come in and we shall talk."
Harry entered the room and took a seat in a comfortable chair, while Dumbledore sat at his desk. Harry moved his desk closer to the desk.
"So, you're telling me that your name is Harry Potter?"
"Yes. I think I've traveled here by an accident."
"Traveled from another place?"
Harry hated having to explain all this.
"Traveled from another time. When I went to bed, I was in the year nineteen ninety-five!"
Dumbledore paled.
"Was it a time turner that brought you here?" he asked, a hopeful voice.
If Harry had came here with a time turner he would be able to return back within less than an hour.
"I'm not sure. I think it might have been from a potions accident I had this morning."
There was a visible lump in Dumbledore's throat.
"Oh dear."
"What's wrong, Sir?"
"I've heard of that potion. It has been used once, but the user has never returned."
"So, I'm stuck here?"
"Until we find a way to send you back. The man tested the potion five years ago and they have been trying to find a potion for the takers to bring with to the past as an antidote."
"So even if they find a potion, the man won't be able to return."
"Yes, but you will. Hopefully, soon enough they will find a potion and we will have a bottle sent here for you."
Harry was slightly sad. He wanted to go home. He hoped that the potion would be invented soon, so that he could go back. He knew that it would take long.
"What will I do until the potion is done?"
"You will stay here and attend classes with the rest of the students. I will give you a room for tonight and tomorrow; you will be resorted and sent to stay in the dormitory of your house. Tomorrow morning a House elf will arrive at your room and give you new robes and books for your use."
"Thank you, Sir. Do I have to fill something out for this school?"
"Uh…yes!"
Dumbledore opened his drawer and handed Harry a sheet of paper. Harry grabbed the sheet and a pencil. He began to fill in the sheet.
Name: Harry James PotterParents: James Potter, Lily Evans
Guardian(s): Sirius Black, Remus John Lupin
Date of Birth: July 31st 1980
Age: 15
Harry was about to continue when Dumbledore pulled the sheet from him.
"That's all we will need. It's not an official document."
"Yes, Sir."
"Follow me; I will show you your room for the night."
Harry and Dumbledore left the office and began to walk down towards what Harry knew was the teacher's area, with all of their Sleeping Quarters. Dumbledore stopped at the last room in the hall.
"The is will be your room for the night. You will be sorted tomorrow."
Dumbledore opened the door to the room. The room was average sized, containing everything that Harry would need for the night. A bed, a bathroom, couches, a table and other stuff that Harry would probably not be using.
"Be awake by seven o'clock tomorrow for the House Elf's arrival."
Dumbledore began walking to the door.
"And remember, after you're sorted, tell only but you're close friends who you really are. We will not be telling the school that you are from another era."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Have a nice sleep, Harry Potter."
Ronald Weasley woke the next morning. Once he was dressed and ready to go for breakfast, he realized that Harry was still asleep.
"Harry!" he called.
There was no reply. Ron sighed and went over to his friend's bedside. He pulled the hangings aside only to find Harry sleeping. He laughed and began to shake his friend.
"Wake up Harry, its time for school."
Harry didn't even stir. Not even a moan or snore. Ron continued to shake him with no success in wakening him.
"Harry!"
Five minutes passed and Harry was still asleep.
"Harry, I am so sorry for this."
Ron pulled back his hand and slapped Harry across the face. A dark mark was left on his face, but he was still fast asleep.
"Something is wrong," Ron said to himself.
He placed one arm under Harry's legs and the other under his back and lifted his friend into the air. Neville suddenly entered the room, staring at Ron with confusion.
"What are you doing?"
"Harry won't wake! I'm taking him to the Hospital Wing!"
Author's Note: I hope you liked this chapter. Please review!
Sarahlouhardy: I'm glad that you enjoyed the chapter. I didn't want to leave an actual cliffhanger, because that annoys people, but I wrote that Harry had no idea about what would be happening to make it interesting for those who are reading it.
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LiMaBeAn0501: Here was the next chapter. Since you're an anonymous reviewer, would you like it if I sent you e-mails every time I posted. Someone asked me that, and I'll do it for you too if you wanted.
Tweedles: I also want to know what happens when he meets the Marauders. I don't write the chapters on paper. I just open word and type, then sent it to my beta and then post. Like I said to "LiMaBeAn0501" would you like it if I sent you e-mails when I post?
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Spezlee: Everyone makes him go back right away. I wanted him to go a little later than that. Glad you liked it.
GarnetGirl9: I feel special! (Poses for cameras). I love Snape He's in my top five favourite characters!! 1. Remus 2. Sirius 3. Harry 4. Ron 5. Snape. I love Reemie!
Igrainne: My humour stories are crap. Lol. I'm happy that you enjoyed the beginning. It was the middle of the night when I wrote it and I was trying hard not to screw up. I was happy with the results though, but I would have gone nowhere without my super cool beta.
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athenakitty: I haven't written the parts with Harry and Snape yet, but he will probably try to treat him like the Marauders do. But not as bad. He will feel odd around him. He wont be getting back at Malfoy in this story, but I might make Ron do it.