Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies.
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Harry screamed. Really, really loudly, so much so that he woke up everyone else in the room.
"BLOODY HELL MATE! What's up with the yelling? I'm trying to sleep here!" shouted Ron, equally loudly, which shocked Harry out of his screaming. He scanned his surroundings, dazedly looking for any clues as to whether everything before was merely a dream. Instead, the sensations felt all too real. From the slight roughness of his pajamas to the faint light coming from somewhere he could discern, to the sleepily loud voice of Ron.
It was all too clear that this nightmare wasn't just that, a nightmare.
He then started screaming again, which resulted in Ron slapping him upside the head, again snapping him out of his trance. Following which came Ron's concerned voice.
"You ok mate? Need me to inform the teachers?"
Harry looked towards Ron to see his hangings pulled back, and looking outside he could see that the rest of his dorm mates all had concerned expressions on their faces. Harry gulped, before replying, "Err… no need, I'm fine. Bad dream, that's all; sorry I woke you guys up."
"You sure?"
"Positive." Said Harry with a stronger voice.
"If you say so…" Ron retreated back to his bed. The rest all laid back down for sleep.
Harry drew his hangings and contemplated. Did he dream the following morning? Could he see the future? This sure felt real enough… Harry decided to try out that mysterious menu again. He lay back down onto his bed and closed is eyes, willing for the screen to appear.
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Save?
Load?
Turn off menu?
Load… I guess
You currently have one save file/s.
1) Bed
Load 1.
Loading… file loaded.
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Harry screamed.
Well, he had decided that the best way to find out if he had really traveled back to his bed was to repeat the exact same action that he had first done. If his mates' reaction was the same then well… If not, then… he would look like a really, really big idiot. Ether way, it was a lose-lose situation for Harry, so he figured, why not?
"BLOODY HELL MATE! What's up with the yelling? I'm trying to sleep here!" shouted Ron.
Shit! I really traveled back in time…?
He realized that he apparently had gained a most unnatural power, one that… could… potentially… offer… him… unlimited… power…
This time, instead of being snapped out of his shock, Harry fell into shock when his brain was overloaded by his current predicament. Ron again slapped him upside the head, snapping him out of another self-induced trance.
"You ok mate? Need me to inform the teachers?"
Harry stared at Ron. "Tell me… tell me Ron. Tell me that this IS SOME KIND OF JOKE!" Harry fell into denial. I know… you… you guys must have placed the book there… yes… yes! Good joke Ron... good joke… scared me out of my wits for a moment there. Ha-ha! Time traveling powers, nobody would have believed that! Ha-ha! HA-HA!" Harry broke into maniacal laughter.
Ron was now worried. "What joke Harry?" Harry continued laughing maniacally. Ron shook him. "Harry! Calm down! What happened? Harry… tell me… Harry, stop this nonsense please… STOP IT!"
But Harry wasn't listening. He was still lost thinking about his newly acquired time powers. Who? What? Why? HOW? Time travel unaided was the thing of myths! And yet now… he had these mysterious unexplainable powers. It had to be the work of his mind… the forces of evil were messing with his brain!
Harry was lost in his thoughts.
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Ron shouted to one of the other boys. "Someone got get a teacher! Something's up with Harry!"
Harry heard that, and even though he was still confused he realized that he couldn't possibly explain satisfactorily his real situation, so he decided to travel again. He closed his eyes.
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Save?
Load?
Turn off menu?
Load… whichever evil bastard playing tricks my mind sure did a good job of it…
You currently have one save file/s.
1) Bed
Load 1.
Loading… file loaded.
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Harry sat up on his bed. He was convinced that the forces of evil… that Voldemort fellow had put some kind of confusion spell on him. This can't be real… If it's real then I am practically… ageless. I wonder if I can die… or will I simply be shown that screen again?
Harry grabbed his wand from the bedside table and nearly shot something at himself, before he put his wand down. "I don't think the risk is worth taking… what if I really die? That would be a bummer," thought Harry. Even though the evidence in front of him was concrete, Harry still refused to believe that a stupid book had given him prodigious powers. Still, It didn't hurt to think about what he could do if this power was real.
For one, he can't die of old age. Secondly, he would never fail a test again. Thirdly, he had the potential to be the smartest, most powerful, most well read, wisest… whatever he wanted! The possibilities were practically endless! He could be the ultimate human specimen to ever live! He could be the epitome of humanity! Goodness knows what he could do with infinite time.
And then his evil and vindictive side kicked in.
"Heh heh, I can whack Snape whenever I like! I can kill anybody I want to! I can smash Malfoy's face in! I can break all his bones! I can torture him for as long as I like!"
Harry found himself smiling. "But first," he realized "I'll have to read up on all the nasty spells that I can find in the library…"
Harry started to plan for how he would use his power. Eventually, he decided that he would save his progress every time he woke up in the morning; so that he could repeat any day he wanted. Since he already had a file for tomorrow, he decided that he didn't need to save again.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Harry decided that his first step would be taken tomorrow.
He closed his eyes, but the menu popped up again. He figured that he had to turn it off before it would stop interrupting his thoughts. He turned off the menu, but then he found himself with a new question. "Hey… how does the thing judge when it should ask me whether I want to turn on the menu?"
Harry pondered for a long moment, before he fell asleep for the night.