Time and Time Again, by McKenzie
Flying, he was flying. Beautiful colors where everywhere, above him, beneath him, all around him. It was so. peaceful. He could just stay here like this forever. There was no pain, no fear, no doubt, just this feeling of. contentment. It seemed to go on forever. He could stay like this forever. It was something unlike he ever felt before.
And then. falling! He was falling now, all the beautiful colors where moving so fast it was nauseating. Then his back connected with something hard with such a force it knocked all the breath out of his lungs. And then there was nothing.
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Harry's P.O.V.;
The next thing he was aware of was a peculiar smell. A kind of smell you would only find in one place. If only he could remember what that place was. The next thing that registered was pain. Pain and a feeling of exhaustion. He decided to take stock of his body. Fingers and toes seemed to be able to move alright, legs to. Arms, well, one arm seemed to be a bit of a problem. As was the pain in his head. Ah well, one arm and his head, he's had worse.
He opened his eyes. Lots of white. White ceiling, white walls, white sheets on the beds. All that white and then that smell, it all added up to one thing; Hospital. And by how familiar everything looked he'd have to assume he was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Lord knew he'd been here often enough. So what happened? Ah yes, he was battling Voldemort. He and Dumbledore had just finished the curse that would destroy his soul and then Voldemort shouted some curse and he couldn't get out of the way. He felt something connect with him and then. nothing. Now he was here. Did they win?
"Harry?"
He turned his head towards where he thought the speaker of his name would be. All he saw was a blur. He assumed it was someone sitting up in a bed.
"Harry? Are you alright?"
He knew that voice.
"Sirius?"
"Yeah, it's me kid. How are you feeling?"
Now that was a good question. How was he feeling?
"My head hurts, I can't move my right arm, I'm very tired and I can hardly see anything without my contacts or glasses, other then that I'm doing alright. You?"
"I'm doing alright, I kind of ache all over from when that bastard Malfoy hit me with the Cruciatus but other then that I'm fine. Have you seen Remus? I think he was hit as well."
"Remus? With the Cruciatus?"
"No, not that I know of anyway. With that last curse Voldemort threw at you. We tried to get you out of the way, but the curse got to you the same time we did. Do you see him?"
"Let me check."
He moved his head to the other side and there was a blob in the, what he assumed to be a bed, next to him.
"I think he's in the bed on the other side of me. Have you seen my glasses? Or my clothes, I have spare contacts in there." He said while sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"I can't see your glasses. Let me check on Remus and then I'll go look for your clothes."
"Alright, take your time."
He heard footsteps and saw the blob move around his bed to the bed on the other side of him and leaning over it.
"Remus? Remus, time to wake up now." He heard Sirius say.
A groan and then Remus his voice asking;
"Sirius?"
"Everybody seems to be asking me that today." Sirius said. He could hear the grin in his voice. He saw the Remus blob sitting up.
"Where are we?"
"If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say hospital wing in Hogwarts." Sirius replied to Remus. "Excuse me a second, Moony. I have to give my Godson his eyesight back."
The Sirius blob started moving around, while the Remus figure groaned and went to lie down again.
"You okay, Pro. Remus?" He asked.
"I'm fine, Harry, just tired."
"AHA" Sirius his exclamation had Remus and him turn their attention back to Sirius.
"Found your glasses, Harry." Sirius said and he handed the glasses to him.
He put them on and everything came into focus. Yes, this was definitely the Hogwarts hospital wing. Though.. it did seem kind of different. He felt the bed dip on one side and saw his Godfather sitting on the side.
"Let me look you over. You seem to be the worst of out of the three of us. Not surprising, Moony and I weren't the ones battling Voldemort. If you take that under consideration you are doing extremely well." Sirius said while probing around the side of his head and looking at his arm, which he now saw was bandaged to his chest.
"Doesn't look too bad. You had a cut on the side of your head, but it looks like that's been healed. Can't see what's wrong with your arm though. I'd have to take the bandages of and I don't think that would be such a good idea. How does it feel?"
He took a moment to take stock of how he was feeling now.
"Not that bad actually. My head's fine now, better then when I woke up and my arm is just kind of numb."
Just as Remus started to say something, someone came bustling in the hospital wing.
"What are you doing out of bed, mister? Get back in there!" the woman said.
But Sirius just stared at the woman. When he looked at Remus, he saw that Remus was in the same shape as Sirius. Then he took his first good look at the woman.
"Madam Pomfrey?" he said, shocked. She looked so young. There were hardly any lines on her face and she weight about twenty pounds less from what he could see. She gave him a searching look, but then seemed to shake it of.
"Yes dear? How are you feeling? Is your arm hurting you any?"
"uuhm no. I'm good, thank you." He replied still feeling stunned. She turned back to Sirius then, taking him by the arm and leading him back to his bed.
"You have to stay in this bed. You had signs that the Cruciatus was cast on you. I didn't put you back together, just so you can undo my hard work. Now, rest, all three of you. I'll just go and tell the Headmaster that you're awake."
"Madam Pomfrey?" Remus called as she was on her way out.
"Yes?"
"Could you tell me what year it is?"
Madam Pomfrey looked slightly worried, but not more then usual, which was more then could be said about him. He was suddenly feeling very worried for Remus. He was still feeling a little bit fuzzy, but even he knew it was 1997. But madam Pomfrey just smiled and answered before making her way out the door.
"It's 1977 dear. Do get some rest. I think you may have a concussion."
He could do nothing but stare after her. 1977? How could it be 1977? He was quite sure it was 1997 when he was fighting Voldemort. What the hell was going on?
"So Remus," Sirius started "feel like telling us why you asked our dear nurse what year it is?"
"You noticed how young she looked same as me and Harry, Siri. And didn't you hear the curse Voldemort threw at Harry?"
"I was a little busy trying to get him *away* from the curse to actually listen what it was. Seeing how it was Voldemort, I don't think it was anything good."
"Well, I didn't recognize it, but I heard the words. It roughly translated as 'time turned back'. And seeing Madam Pomfrey so young, I figured it couldn't hurt to ask."
"So. So we're in the past?" He asked, feeling like someone sucker punched him in the gut. How could this be? What about Ron, Hermione and all his friends? They'd be worried out of their minds. Did they even defeat Voldemort? He thought so, but he wasn't sure. What the hell was he going to do here? He wanted to finish his education. He'd start his last year at Hogwarts in just a few days. He wasn't even born yet here, how could he
"I think we are in the past, yes." Remus interrupted his thoughts to reply to his question. "Just to be on the save side, I don't think we should use our own names. What do you think, Sirius?"
"I think you're right." Sirius said thoughtfully" Even if we aren't in the past, we're not sure where we are, just that it isn't where we belong. Madame Pomfrey didn't seem to recognize us at all. Harry, I think you only need to change your last name, Harry is a pretty common name, so you can keep that. Remus, you and I need to change both our names, especially if this is 1977."
"Yes, I agree."
"Why?" he asked "What is so special about 1977?"
"We need to change both our names because you don't hear the names Remus or Sirius often. Those names really stand out." Sirius started "And the Lupins, Blacks and Potters are all well known wizarding families. It's pretty common knowledge who's in which family, people would know there is no Harry Potter, not yet anyway, so they'd never believe that's your name. As for what's so special about 1977." Sirius broke of here, looking away with pain in his eyes.
"1977 was our last year in Hogwarts." Remus continued. "Sirius, Peter, James and I are in our seventh year now if this truly is 1977."
"It is, my boy."
He looked up to see a younger Dumbledore coming into the hospital wing.
TBC
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Sorry, not five pages, this is the first sentence in the fifth page though, so it was 4 full ones. 1.659 words. I will strife to keep my other chapters above that. I just got tired of the Harry/he Point of view. You can't delve into Remus or Sirius his thoughts like that. Plus, it seemed like a good place to stop. Next chapter tomorrow. I'm going to keep on writing now, so tonight if you're extremely lucky. More interesting then this chapter I hope. But it had to be written, it had to be established where they are. Marauders (the young ones) in the next chapter or the chapter after that. And that's where the fun (and angst) really begins.
Big thank you to leying, who reviewed the first chapter within the hour that it came out. One question though, when you say; 'try to write more of it', do you mean more words, or more of the emotions, environment and stuff like that? Thank you again, comments about what I might do better can only improve my writing.
Flying, he was flying. Beautiful colors where everywhere, above him, beneath him, all around him. It was so. peaceful. He could just stay here like this forever. There was no pain, no fear, no doubt, just this feeling of. contentment. It seemed to go on forever. He could stay like this forever. It was something unlike he ever felt before.
And then. falling! He was falling now, all the beautiful colors where moving so fast it was nauseating. Then his back connected with something hard with such a force it knocked all the breath out of his lungs. And then there was nothing.
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Harry's P.O.V.;
The next thing he was aware of was a peculiar smell. A kind of smell you would only find in one place. If only he could remember what that place was. The next thing that registered was pain. Pain and a feeling of exhaustion. He decided to take stock of his body. Fingers and toes seemed to be able to move alright, legs to. Arms, well, one arm seemed to be a bit of a problem. As was the pain in his head. Ah well, one arm and his head, he's had worse.
He opened his eyes. Lots of white. White ceiling, white walls, white sheets on the beds. All that white and then that smell, it all added up to one thing; Hospital. And by how familiar everything looked he'd have to assume he was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Lord knew he'd been here often enough. So what happened? Ah yes, he was battling Voldemort. He and Dumbledore had just finished the curse that would destroy his soul and then Voldemort shouted some curse and he couldn't get out of the way. He felt something connect with him and then. nothing. Now he was here. Did they win?
"Harry?"
He turned his head towards where he thought the speaker of his name would be. All he saw was a blur. He assumed it was someone sitting up in a bed.
"Harry? Are you alright?"
He knew that voice.
"Sirius?"
"Yeah, it's me kid. How are you feeling?"
Now that was a good question. How was he feeling?
"My head hurts, I can't move my right arm, I'm very tired and I can hardly see anything without my contacts or glasses, other then that I'm doing alright. You?"
"I'm doing alright, I kind of ache all over from when that bastard Malfoy hit me with the Cruciatus but other then that I'm fine. Have you seen Remus? I think he was hit as well."
"Remus? With the Cruciatus?"
"No, not that I know of anyway. With that last curse Voldemort threw at you. We tried to get you out of the way, but the curse got to you the same time we did. Do you see him?"
"Let me check."
He moved his head to the other side and there was a blob in the, what he assumed to be a bed, next to him.
"I think he's in the bed on the other side of me. Have you seen my glasses? Or my clothes, I have spare contacts in there." He said while sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"I can't see your glasses. Let me check on Remus and then I'll go look for your clothes."
"Alright, take your time."
He heard footsteps and saw the blob move around his bed to the bed on the other side of him and leaning over it.
"Remus? Remus, time to wake up now." He heard Sirius say.
A groan and then Remus his voice asking;
"Sirius?"
"Everybody seems to be asking me that today." Sirius said. He could hear the grin in his voice. He saw the Remus blob sitting up.
"Where are we?"
"If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say hospital wing in Hogwarts." Sirius replied to Remus. "Excuse me a second, Moony. I have to give my Godson his eyesight back."
The Sirius blob started moving around, while the Remus figure groaned and went to lie down again.
"You okay, Pro. Remus?" He asked.
"I'm fine, Harry, just tired."
"AHA" Sirius his exclamation had Remus and him turn their attention back to Sirius.
"Found your glasses, Harry." Sirius said and he handed the glasses to him.
He put them on and everything came into focus. Yes, this was definitely the Hogwarts hospital wing. Though.. it did seem kind of different. He felt the bed dip on one side and saw his Godfather sitting on the side.
"Let me look you over. You seem to be the worst of out of the three of us. Not surprising, Moony and I weren't the ones battling Voldemort. If you take that under consideration you are doing extremely well." Sirius said while probing around the side of his head and looking at his arm, which he now saw was bandaged to his chest.
"Doesn't look too bad. You had a cut on the side of your head, but it looks like that's been healed. Can't see what's wrong with your arm though. I'd have to take the bandages of and I don't think that would be such a good idea. How does it feel?"
He took a moment to take stock of how he was feeling now.
"Not that bad actually. My head's fine now, better then when I woke up and my arm is just kind of numb."
Just as Remus started to say something, someone came bustling in the hospital wing.
"What are you doing out of bed, mister? Get back in there!" the woman said.
But Sirius just stared at the woman. When he looked at Remus, he saw that Remus was in the same shape as Sirius. Then he took his first good look at the woman.
"Madam Pomfrey?" he said, shocked. She looked so young. There were hardly any lines on her face and she weight about twenty pounds less from what he could see. She gave him a searching look, but then seemed to shake it of.
"Yes dear? How are you feeling? Is your arm hurting you any?"
"uuhm no. I'm good, thank you." He replied still feeling stunned. She turned back to Sirius then, taking him by the arm and leading him back to his bed.
"You have to stay in this bed. You had signs that the Cruciatus was cast on you. I didn't put you back together, just so you can undo my hard work. Now, rest, all three of you. I'll just go and tell the Headmaster that you're awake."
"Madam Pomfrey?" Remus called as she was on her way out.
"Yes?"
"Could you tell me what year it is?"
Madam Pomfrey looked slightly worried, but not more then usual, which was more then could be said about him. He was suddenly feeling very worried for Remus. He was still feeling a little bit fuzzy, but even he knew it was 1997. But madam Pomfrey just smiled and answered before making her way out the door.
"It's 1977 dear. Do get some rest. I think you may have a concussion."
He could do nothing but stare after her. 1977? How could it be 1977? He was quite sure it was 1997 when he was fighting Voldemort. What the hell was going on?
"So Remus," Sirius started "feel like telling us why you asked our dear nurse what year it is?"
"You noticed how young she looked same as me and Harry, Siri. And didn't you hear the curse Voldemort threw at Harry?"
"I was a little busy trying to get him *away* from the curse to actually listen what it was. Seeing how it was Voldemort, I don't think it was anything good."
"Well, I didn't recognize it, but I heard the words. It roughly translated as 'time turned back'. And seeing Madam Pomfrey so young, I figured it couldn't hurt to ask."
"So. So we're in the past?" He asked, feeling like someone sucker punched him in the gut. How could this be? What about Ron, Hermione and all his friends? They'd be worried out of their minds. Did they even defeat Voldemort? He thought so, but he wasn't sure. What the hell was he going to do here? He wanted to finish his education. He'd start his last year at Hogwarts in just a few days. He wasn't even born yet here, how could he
"I think we are in the past, yes." Remus interrupted his thoughts to reply to his question. "Just to be on the save side, I don't think we should use our own names. What do you think, Sirius?"
"I think you're right." Sirius said thoughtfully" Even if we aren't in the past, we're not sure where we are, just that it isn't where we belong. Madame Pomfrey didn't seem to recognize us at all. Harry, I think you only need to change your last name, Harry is a pretty common name, so you can keep that. Remus, you and I need to change both our names, especially if this is 1977."
"Yes, I agree."
"Why?" he asked "What is so special about 1977?"
"We need to change both our names because you don't hear the names Remus or Sirius often. Those names really stand out." Sirius started "And the Lupins, Blacks and Potters are all well known wizarding families. It's pretty common knowledge who's in which family, people would know there is no Harry Potter, not yet anyway, so they'd never believe that's your name. As for what's so special about 1977." Sirius broke of here, looking away with pain in his eyes.
"1977 was our last year in Hogwarts." Remus continued. "Sirius, Peter, James and I are in our seventh year now if this truly is 1977."
"It is, my boy."
He looked up to see a younger Dumbledore coming into the hospital wing.
TBC
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Sorry, not five pages, this is the first sentence in the fifth page though, so it was 4 full ones. 1.659 words. I will strife to keep my other chapters above that. I just got tired of the Harry/he Point of view. You can't delve into Remus or Sirius his thoughts like that. Plus, it seemed like a good place to stop. Next chapter tomorrow. I'm going to keep on writing now, so tonight if you're extremely lucky. More interesting then this chapter I hope. But it had to be written, it had to be established where they are. Marauders (the young ones) in the next chapter or the chapter after that. And that's where the fun (and angst) really begins.
Big thank you to leying, who reviewed the first chapter within the hour that it came out. One question though, when you say; 'try to write more of it', do you mean more words, or more of the emotions, environment and stuff like that? Thank you again, comments about what I might do better can only improve my writing.