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Belonging to Time
A five year old Harry stumbles back in time, and meets his parents. But they aren't who anyone thought they were…
A Bout of Firsts
Harry had his first ever birthday party about a month after his first lesson with Merlin.
Although there were few people in attendance, he was happy. That day, he had woken up with a bored expression on his face, expecting another lesson with Merlin first thing in the morning.
He didn't really mind the lessons; it did get a bit much after a while though. So far he could levitate the feather for as long as he wanted, and control its movements. Merlin had promised that they would start learning other spells soon, after he had noticed Harry levitating his food up to the chandeliers and sticking it there if he didn't like it.
"Good morning, sweetie!" Rowena exclaimed, waltzing into his room. He giggled childishly.
"Why are you so happy?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" she defended. "You should be happy too."
Harry's expression looked confused for a moment, before remembering that this was his birthday. Then he looked happy. "Do I get presents?"
"Of course!" said Rowena in a mock scandalized tone "After breakfast."
He looked at her with a puppy dog expression. Neither had noticed Godric coming in behind them, and he decided to make his presence known.
"Come on, Harry, m'boy, 'tis not to difficult to wait until you eat." He grinned.
"Lemme get dressed," said Harry, climbing out of his bed with an amazing speed and pulling on trousers, a shirt, and covering them with a robe. He slipped on some shoes and socks, bending over to tie his laces.
Then he stood up. "Ready!"
Godric laughed, and lifted him up. "You feel bigger today." He joked.
"Must be because you were only five yesterday. Today you're six."
Harry glared at him. "That is impossible. Merlin said that things don't grow at any different rate no matter if it's their birthday or not." He said in a bossy voice.
Godric's face fell. "Harrison Deogol Gryffindor! You apologize to your father, now!" Rowena told him outraged.
"Sorry, daddy" He said, looking at the floor feeling ashamed of himself. "I didn't mean to be mean. I know you were only having fun."
"That's okay, Harry." Godric said softly.
They went down to the hall without further event.
"Daddy, can the house elves make fruit loops?"
Godric looked bewildered. "What are fruit loops?"
Harry looked sad. "I don't think they can. They come from the future, and Merlin said I'm not 'pposed to use my powers without him telling me I can."
"Than why don't you ask Merlin to bring you some fruit loops?" he asked logically.
Harry stood on his tippee toes and Godric leaned down to hear him. "Because Merlin said that fruit loops are disgusting and he doesn't want me eating them," he confided in a conspiratorial whisper.
Godric laughed. "What are you to talking about? Wait, I don't want to know." Rowena said, shaking her head.
Harry eventually ended up having porridge, after much debate on the fruit loops. The moment Merlin had told Rowena what they were made of, Rowena joined his side, though Godric now wanted to try them as well.
After he'd finished licking his bowl so there absolutely nothing left, they gave him his presents.
Helga came forward first, and handed Harry a square parcel.
He looked at it. "Thank you," he said, before loosing all of his patience, ripping of the wrapping. What was held inside was an expensive looking cardboard box. He pulled off the lid, and found two mirrors.
"What are they?"
"They're communicator mirrors. You say the name of whoever you want to talk to into the mirror, and if they have the other one of the set, they appear in the mirror. I also had it charmed so that if you want to talk across time, you have to say the date that you want to talk to that person on."
"Thank you, Aunty Helga," he said, and gave her a hug, stretching his short arms around her, though not quite reaching.
She smiled, "That's okay, Harry."
Salazar went next. "I couldn't exactly wrap your present. I don't think she would have been too happy with me." He smirked, before hissing something which only he and Harry understood. A sapphire blue snake slithered in, hissing impatiently.
Hello, Harry hissed at it. I belong to the Gryffindor clan, my name is Harry. Who're you?
I belong to the Maguskin clan, my name is Ritaz. I was told that you are my new master?
Yes. You're magical, then? What magic can you do?
The snake eyed him suspiciously, before answering. My skin is protected against most spells. When I have a Shedding, it loses some of it's power but is still strong. I am also partly immortal,
Right, look, we'll talk later. I have other things to be doing now.
Yes, Master Harry.
Harry turned to Salazar. "Thank you, Uncle Sal," He refrained from hugging him, because Sal was a little less loving toward him. "Ritaz is a nice serpent."
"Glad you like him."
Merlin gave Harry a box, wrapped in modern wrapping. Harry took it hesitantly; he didn't really expect the strict old man to get him anything.
Merlin nodded encouragingly.
With no further ado, he pulled off the wrapping. Harry looked confused. He didn't know what it was.
"What is it?"
"That, my dear boy is a laptop. Dudley had one, but this is a much newer version, and it has one of the most popular computer games on the market with it. The only problem is that I haven't yet found a way to make it work on magic, never mind, you can help me with that."
Harry looked delighted. "Thanks, Uncle Merlin."
"No worries. I believe your parents want to give you their presents," he smiled.
Rowena and Godric had gifted Harry with a complete Quidditch Set. The broom from the future had been allowed, Merlin had told them that it would be easy enough to say it was custom made. He'd also been given a broomstick care set, Quidditch robes, books on Quidditch rules and loopholes, and a set of Quidditch balls.
Harry, needless to say, adored it. "Thank you, Mummy! Thank you, Daddy!" he said, attempting to hug them both, but his little arms didn't stretch that far, so he first hugged Rowena then Godric.
The majority of his day was spent with his new presents. He had played a game of Quidditch against Godric, both playing as all the players. Harry had won, catching the snitch expertly. Godric declared it 'a stroke of luck', but Rowena, Helga, Merlin and Sal were all sure that it was because Harry had surpassed his father's natural talent.
Harry also tested some spells on Ritaz. He had been correct when he said he was spell resistant, Harry had tried and failed to levitate her. She had informed him that she was 3 months old, still a baby. Harry had given the other communicator mirror to Helga, because she had been the one that gave it to him. Soon the day was drawing to a close, but they couldn't forget the birthday cake.
Merlin had retrieved it from the future, assuring them that cakes from the future were much tastier.
Unfortunately, Merlin was a little off in choosing cakes, and although they all agreed that it was the nicest cake they'd ever had, wedding cakes weren't exactly what they'd had in mind for a birthday cake. It had seven layers, each getting progressively smaller and the last being the size of a cupcake with two wedding dolls on the top. The layers were filled with custard and cream, with a cool vanilla ice-cream layer over the top as icing. Sugar flowers festooned the edges, in pink and purple designs.
Upon seeing the cake, they had all laughed at Merlin's eccentricities, yet dug in enthusiastically.
The next day, Merlin's lesson was a little different than the normal wandless magic lesson.
"Okay, Harry. Today we are going to visit my sister, okay?"
"What be her name, Uncle Merlin?"
"Ganieda," he told him, before continuing. "She lives in a different wavelength of time though, Harry. She'll be teaching you to use your Metamorphmagic abilities. We will also use this as traveler practice."
"So, what do we do? What time are we going to?"
"100 years into the future. Now Harry, find your magic again."
"Yes?"
"Okay, draw out a tiny bit, and cover yourself as if you were inside a bubble. Then think of the bubble growing 100 years older, while you grow 1 second older."
Harry did as he was told, and about 10 minutes later, he found himself 100 years into the future.
"Now, Harry. Tell me what the difference between doing it that way, and doing it the other way."
"Well, that time it took a lot longer, but I used less energy."
"Right! Eventually, you'll be able to do it without taking any time; it just takes a while to do it at first. Now, I'll hand you over to my sister."
Merlin's sister turned out to be a lot less strict than her brother, teaching Harry firstly how to control the way his body aged. They stayed there for the whole day, and Merlin went back to tell Rowena and Godric that he'd be a little later, as Harry hadn't quite mastered the age controlling thing.
By the end of the week, he had, though. He was down to about 8 minutes to Travel, which was what they had named the ability.
The holidays passed quickly, and soon school was due to start again. Once all the students were seated, Godric stood up. "In a few moments, the first years are about to be sorted and the feast will be served," he said.
Helga brought in the chair with the hat on it, while the first years filed in. "When I call your name, come forward and place this hat – wait, where's the hat?" Salazar asked, stopping mid sentence.
Rowena suddenly spotted it. "Harry!" she groaned, and pulled the hat off his head. "We need that!"
"But Mummy! I was talking to it!" Harry told her, as she pushed him back into his chair.
"Just be quiet for now, okay?"
Harry pouted, and sat back down. Everyone in the hall had heard their conversation, and people were immediately swapping rumours, or at least, the girls among them were. Harry looked like a miniature version of Gryffindor, but he had called Rowena 'mummy,' meaning he must be their son, but where had he been until now?
Salazar took the hat. "Now that we have the hat, please be quiet for the sorting."
The noise gradually died down.
There was a break up of 5 Gryffindors, 6 Ravenclaws, 4 Hufflepuffs, and 7 Slytherins. The class of that year had been extremely small, with a total of 22 in the year.
Harry didn't have the lessons he'd had on the holidays anymore, only on the weekends, and it was left to Merlin to entertain him.
They went to a different time everyday, learning new things and having lessons with Ganieda, but Harry was admittedly very easily bored.
So one day, after about two days worth of lessons with Merlin which was only technically taking up three hours, Harry did what any child of his age would do, and sought out his mother.
Latching onto her aura, he followed it through many twisting passages, finding the quickest way to where she was. Eventually he arrived outside a door, which was half opened. He slipped in without making any noise, and snuck up behind his mother.
Or so he tried to.
The students had noticed him, and in turn, his mother had also.
"Harry, shouldn't you be with Merlin?"
"He's a boring old man." He said yawning loudly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm teaching the students divination." She answered.
"Can I help?"
"Alright, just don't touch anything." She told him, smiling wryly.
"Professor Ravenclaw?"
"Yes Miss Piffle?"
"Is that your son? How'd he get here?"
Rowena sighed. "You shouldn't be prying into my private life, but yes, he is my son. He had been in the care of others until recently." She said it in a tone which told the class that it was not a topic open for discussion.
The most exciting thing that happened that week was when Merlin first took him to school in the future.
They'd bought a house in the future as it would be suspicious if they lived no-where, getting the money from Harry's vault. It was a nice, open, modern style house that made Harry feel as though he were baring himself to the world, whereupon Merlin magicked in some secret passages.
He was going to a nice private school called St Hedwig's, where Merlin assured him that no witches of wizards went to.
"Harry, are you ready for school?" Merlin called from the kitchen, packing away a box of Fruit Loops, which he'd been blackmailed into buying.
"Yes, Uncle Marvin"
"Good. Now, don't forget, you're Harry James Potter, not Harrison Deogol Gryffindor"
"Okay, Uncle Marvin. Why's my real name so long?"
"Your mother liked long names, I guess. Don't forget, Harry, while you are in this time, your parents are dead. Their names were Lily and James Potter. Understand? You cannot make any mistakes."
"I understand."
Harry nervously straightened his grey shirt. The uniform was a dull one. Black shoes, knee high socks, dark grey shirts and a light grey shirt with the school emblem on it for the boys, and the only difference for the girls was a pleated skirt.
Harry held a small satchel in his hands, which contained his lunch, the book he was reading, a pen, and a notepad. There was nothing actually on the supplies list, and since Harry had wanted to make sure that he was doing something other than listening to some dumb story about a duck crossing a road, he had brought a few of his own things.
Merlin had acquired a license, though Harry had well placed suspicions that it was an illegal copy with a Muggle repelling charm on it.
They had a small blue Honda, with sheepskin seat covers, which Harry gratefully relaxed into.
The drive to school was about ten minutes, in which time Merlin was pulled up by a policeman on charges of not wearing his seatbelt. Merlin produced his license on request, and the policeman mysteriously decided to leave them alone.
Merlin, of course, wasn't going to go around looking as old as he was, and had used a glamour charm to make his hair brown, but in the same style as Harry's. His eyes were dark as shining obsidians, and he had a short beard. He looked around thirty.
They managed to get to school with no further hassles.
Harry walked into the classroom full of five year olds. He was slightly older than all of them, but Merlin and his mother had insisted that he start at the same level as all of them.
Most of the children were sitting on a mat, listening to a teacher tell a story of some dumb duck crossing a road. Harry looked around, wondering if there was any intelligent life forms in the classroom.
He cast his eyes over to a corner, where a small girl who looked like she was a little too old for that class too, sat reading a book. She had mousy brown hair, which was tied up at the back of her head.
"Hello. My name is Harry Potter." He held out his hand for her to shake it.
"Hello, Harry. My name is Hermione Granger. I'm six years old, I should be in year 1, but mum and dad enrolled me too late." She said, all in one breath.
"I'm six too, my Uncle Marvin was teaching me some stuff at home before, but he wanted me to start at the same level as everyone else."
"Cool. Why do you live with your Uncle?"
"My mum and dad died in a car crash when I was one," he stated, and Hermione went quiet.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I never knew them, and Uncle Marvin's the best uncle you could ask for."
"That's nice."
"What are you reading?"
Hermione blushed, and held up the cover for Harry to read. It was a short novel which Harry remembered reading before.
"Oh! I've read that. I loved the bit where he went to the amusement park!"
"Oh, yes. I did like that bit. What are you reading?"
Harry had pulled out his book, and settled next to her to read. It was a book, around the same size as Hermione's, titled 'Jill Porters Adventures.
"What's that about?"
"Its lots of short stories about a girl called Jill."
"Sounds interesting."
"It is."
By the end of the day, Harry had made a great new friend.
"Uncle Marvin?"
"Yes, Harry?" they were in the car on the way home.
"Well, you know how people have colors? All the magic people I've met so far have white in their colors, and other different colors for all their other abilities. The most magic ones shine the brightest, they're pretty. Well anyway, my new friend Hermione had white in her color, does that mean she's magic too?"
"Colors? Harry, what do you mean?" Merlin was thoroughly confused.
"You know the ones that are around people. They're different for every person. That's how you tell people apart."
Merlin looked thoughtful, trying to understand. "Auras! Harry, can you see auras?"
"Is that what they're called? Yes then, I can see them. Why, can't you?"
"Harry, I don't know anyone who can see auras. Seeing auras is a very rare gift, only one person every millennia has that gift. It's even rarer than parseltongue! I can't quite remember, but the way the auras look for every person is different. I think that white in your case means magic. Can you remember if the Dursley's have white?"
"Well, I'm not really sure. Most of em were just too boring too look at, and if they did have white, it would have been covered by the black. They all had light Aquamarine in their auras and I wouldn't be able to see the magic. Everyone has different shades of aquamarine, and then they got bits of color in them that mean different things. If they got red, it means that they're hurt, and black means their angry, and pale yellow for sad, but bright yellow swirls mean that they're happy." Harry explained, he would have gone on further if Merlin hadn't stopped him.
"Harry, you say your friend had white in hers?"
"Yes."
"Well that would mean she's a witch. She didn't seem to know who you were though, did she?"
"No."
"Good. She must be a Muggle born," he changed the topic abruptly, seeming pleased with himself. "Harry you are going to have to work extra hard at school."
"Why?"
"Because Harry, when you turn 11, you're going to have to go to modern Hogwarts, and we wouldn't want you educated to only an 11 year old level, would we?"
"No!" Harry agreed vehemently.
Merlin smiled. "But you can't tell Hermione that she's a witch, yet, okay?"
"I won't but I do wish I could."
"Not until she gets her Hogwarts letter."
"Uncle Merlin! That's so long!" he groaned, sighing jadedly
Author's Notes:
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Other than Hermione, obviously, who do you think Harry should be friends with? Ron? Draco? Blaise Zabini? Neville? Terry Boot? Susan Bones? Come on, please, I need help here! Should Harry have siblings? Yes, no? Just a little help, it's all I ask.
Competition! I need a new summary, (this one doesn't seem to attract too many people) but I don't exactly know what to write, so a little help would be nice. The person who writes the best summary gets the next chapter early, and dedicated to them. PLEASE! ENTRIES NEEDED DESPERATELY!
And I still need names for the characters, both of past and present. I don't want any surnames like 'Weasley' or 'Malfoy' in the past, it's 1000 years. Pretty bloody long for a name to last if you ask me, of course, it's possible, but we don't want poor Harry being influenced by his perceptions of people and their families, do we?
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