Disclaimer: See Prologue
A/N Okay i needed something to follow up on the prologue, so i myself could understand what the heck I'm doing here! So i have a prologue and a chapter..Dun Dun Dun o.O -is to hyper for her own good-
Harry was sitting on his bed in Gryffindor tower, glaring at his drapes. There was something…odd. Every morning, for two weeks, he woke up he would smell something and next thing you know, his stomach is upset and it was a trip to the bathroom for him.
He was starting to feel like magic inside him was tugging, why would it tug? Or feel like it was tugging for that matter? What the hell was happening to him? Harry couldn't fathom, so he stayed still, glaring at the drapes in his confusion.
In another time, but in the exact same bed, a similar boy was sitting glaring at his drapes. Only his problem was very different, he had yet again pissed off Lily Evans. He looked very much like Harry Potter, only hazel eyes instead of green.
How was he ever going to get the girl to date him, if she hated his guts? For what reason he couldn't think of, after all he was perfect! What girl wouldn't want to date him? He glared at the drapes even harder. He was talented, and popular, what more could he do to attract the damn girl?
Harry found himself needing to run like hell into the bathroom, and he did so. Not realizing the green-gold magical field weaving its way around the room, he went along with his business. Sadly it was at this point a loud noise sounded out through the entire castle and scared the poor sick boy and only made his state worse.
Coughing and hacking what had been his…well supper, he didn't realize the four boys that had crashed into his own dormitory room. He did realize though, the familiar voice of Sirius Black, only younger sounding, asking if he was alright.
"Hey, are you alright?" James heard Sirius ask someone, he looked around at his surroundings and found himself in the same dormitory, only slightly different belongings. He frowned; the room seemed more different, more …aged.
"Oh my god, James, you might want to see this" Sirius said. James got up and walked the distance the bathroom. He looked over Sirius' shoulder and got quite a shock.
There sat a guy about his age, who looked exactly like him, only with glasses and green eyes. To see an exact image of you is unnerving, never doubt that ever! The boy's mouth hung open, wide as it could go. He looked like he was seeing a ghost, and when he spoke, he didn't speak, he screamed out a word. Well a name actually.
'"DRACO"
Harry couldn't help it, when he was in trouble, he screamed for Draco, when he was scared, he screamed for Draco, when he was confused beyond what was possible, he screamed for Draco. Since he was all three, this qualified for major, insane screaming, even if it was a girly scream.
"Whoa, calm down, we aren't going to hurt you." Sirius, well young, very young, version of Sirius tried to calm Harry down. He wasn't calm though, he was ready to murder whoever was responsible for this type of mood.
"Calm down? Calm down! I don't think so. I see a miniature version of my father and godfather sitting right before me as real as anything. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO STAY CALM?" Harry screamed.
Not to mention he was sick of throwing up every morning. Two weeks of that starts to get on your nerves, really get on your nerves. "Well..." Sirius said, but Harry wasn't paying attention to him. He was paying attention to that heavenly voice of Ronald Weasley.
"Harry, you okay in here? We heard and felt some sort of crash down in Potions class. You feeling okay now? Harry?" Ron called, opening the door with no idea of what he would find in there. Harry could have kissed Ron for being his savior to sanity at this point, but he really would rather kiss Draco.
"I'm here Ron; please tell me I'm seeing things because I'm feverish?" Harry asked, and took not getting a reply as a bad sign. Maybe these things were real and not some delusion from his mind.
"No, Harry. I think we're in a lot of trouble, because I can see four people as clear as day." Ron said, staring at a very young Professor Lupin. They were staring at each other in confusion, and Harry was feeling like he would have a mental breakdown any moment.
"Ron" Harry said
"Yeah?"
"Get Draco, and get him now." Harry demanded, before slumping to the floor.
"Sure thing Harry, I'll get Professor McGonagall up here as well" Ron said, running out the door trying to process all he had seen. Harry on the other hand was more confused, and all he wanted to do was sleep. So he did.
James stared at this boy who was an exact look alike to him. "Calm down? Calm down? I don't think so. I see a miniature version of my father and godfather sitting right before me as real as anything. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO STAY CALM?" the boy screamed.
'What did I do to get that sort of reaction from him? He seems absolutely horrified.' James thought, feeling the sting of the boy's harsh words. The boy didn't look to well, so maybe he was delirious.
The boy's hair waved around like his always did, and his eyes were a bright green. He knew those eyes, where had he seen them before? Facial features were so much like James' own, he was somewhat spooked by it. The one difference he could see was the boy was a little paler.
James heard an unfamiliar voice calling from the dormitory room, and he swerved around to see a tall lanky red haired boy standing there. He and Remus were staring at each other suspiciously at first, and then it turned into confusion as they couldn't see what was going on.
James felt like the world had been turned upside down. His head was spinning around in circles as he heard the red head talking to the boy in the bathroom. When the red haired boy finally left, James looked back to his look alike in the bathroom.
The boy backed up against the wall slowly, and then slid down the wall, stopping when he reached the floor. He then fell over onto his side in a puddle of robes. Sirius moved and picked up the boys head, the black mop that it was. Sirius turned the boy's face to James, and he could see the droopy eyelids and light breathing; the boy had fallen asleep.
James started to shake with a fit of light laughter, because what he was seeing and experiencing was impossible. He was looking at a sleeping boy, in a Gryffindor dormitory, and it was not his world, he could feel it. The future and past seemed to have clashed.
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