Chapter 3 When in the World?
Harry felt himself slam to the ground and let out a groan. Everything hurt and Harry wanted to know what that last spell did. He remembered seeing Moony and then everything went blank.
"Who are you?" asked a young boy who had come up to Harry's side without him noticing.
Harry couldn't formulate a reply. That kid seemed familiar but from where did he know him?
"Mommy!" the child called out. Harry sat up and recognized the room as the Burrow.
A woman came bustling in. She and Harry froze when they saw each other.
"Mrs. Weasley?" He asked, thoroughly confused.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Who are you?" she demanded pointing her wand at him.
"Don't you recognize me?" he asked.
"Bill, get away from him. Run and get your father."
"Bill," he gasped. The only way Bill could be just a small child and Mrs. Weasley wouldn't recognize him, would be if they hadn't met yet. 'Well at least I know what spell Bellatrix cast now,' he mused.
Mr. Weasley came running into the room, holding a toddler and with Bill and another young boy at his heels. Peering at Harry, Arthur declared, "You look like James, Richard's boy, but you're not him are you?" he asked rhetorically.
"I need to see Dumbledore," Harry finally gasped out. This was bad. This was very bad.
"How'd you get in here?" Molly asked accusingly.
"Honey, now's not the time to question him. He's obviously hurt. Look at him!" Arthur protested.
"Fine," She snapped. "I'll just go floo Professor Dumbledore." She left the room in a huff about being argued with.
Several minutes later, Mrs. Weasley returned with Dumbledore trailing after her. "That's him," she said, pointing to Harry.
"Ah, hello. I heard you wanted to speak with me, although I don't believe I know you," Dumbledore said kindly.
"Oh, I'm Harry. Umm…Professor," Harry said hesitantly, looking around. "May I speak with you alone."
"Certainly," he replied. "Perhaps we should move this to Hogwarts." They flooed away and settled into the headmaster's office. "Lemon drop?" Dumbledore offered Harry. Fawkes flew down and sat on Harry's shoulder, singing and bringing him strength.
"No thanks," He replied as Dumbledore stared at Fawkes.
"Well then, I suppose you had better start filling me in on your tale."
"Well you see, I was attacked by deatheaters and one of them cast some sort of spell that went wrong. I went back in time."
"I see," Dumbledore said. "How far back would you guess you have gone?"
Looking at the calendar and seeing the year 1976, Harry said, "Roughly 20 years."
"Am I correct in saying that Mr. Potter is your father?"
"Yes," Harry swallowed.
"I'm afraid I am not aware of how to get you home at the moment. I will have to look into it. For the moment I'm afraid you will have to attend Hogwarts here, once it starts in a few days. What is your year and house?"
" I'm going to be a 6th year, and I am in Gryffindor."
"Same as your father. Well Mr. Potter, I will have to set up a schedule for you. What classes would you like to take? You need at least 5."
"Charms, transfiguration, defense, care of magical creatures, and… potions," Harry said, thinking 'hey I'll get an opportunity to take potions from someone other than Snape!"
"I'm afraid I will have to put a glamour on you as your resemblance to your father is quite uncanny." With a wave of his wand, Harry's hair turned brown and grew out longer into a shaggy style. His eyes turned a crystal blue. "Now, we need a name for you. Any ideas?"
"Um no?" Harry said weakly, examining his new appearance.
"How about Evan Jameson?" Harry looked up sharply at that. He was fairly certain, Dumbledore knew exactly who his mother was.
"That's fine."
"All right. I must ask you to move into the 6th year dorms for Gryffindor. Hogwarts will provide any clothes or things you need. The password is caput draconis." Dumbledore said.
And with that, Harry walked off towards the Gryffindor dorms.
Authors note: I know Lily and James got married pretty much right after they graduated but I wanted to give it a little more time.
