Disclaimer: I'm afraid that my limited brain capacity would never allow me to produce such a wonderful concept as Harry Potter, nor would my finances allow me to buy him. Therefore, I regretfully state that I own neither Harry Potter, nor any other characters that you may recognize. I'm not even sure if I own the plot.
Note: I'm assuming that you already know the basic story of Harry Potter.
'Italics' stand for thoughts/letters or text
Chapter One: A Rude Awakening
Day One, Afternoon:
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry watched the jet of green light shoot towards him in horror. Time seemed to slow down. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dumbledore raise his wand. A spark of magic sped at him, striking him at the same time as the killing curse. Then, everything went black…
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Day One, Evening:
"Potter! Hey, Potter!"
"Huh?" Blinking groggily, Harry opened his eyes to see a familiar face looking down at him. "Malfoy! What are you doing here?"
The blond Slytherin appeared surprised by the question. "I live here, of course. Are you feeling okay?"
"What happened?" Harry asked, wondering if he had gone mad. "Where am I?" Glancing around, he was astonished to find himself lying on a couch in a luxurious silver-and-green sitting room. It reminded him of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, with the same dark, gloomy, and evil air.
"You just collapsed at the meeting," Draco informed him. "I mean, you just fainted for no reason. And that weird scar showed up out of nowhere."
'Meeting? Scar?' Harry wondered. 'I've had this scar forever! And am I seeing things or does Malfoy actually look worried? What is going on? Why aren't I dead? What did Professor Dumbledore hit me with?'
"Potter, are you okay? You just spaced out there."
"I'm fine, I think."
"Good. Get yourself washed up; the Dark Lord will want to talk to you soon."
Draco exited the room before a stunned Harry could respond.
'WHAT! The Dark Lord! Why would Voldemort want to talk to me? What is going on?' Standing up, the dark-haired teen walked to one of the doors set in the far wall and found that it led into a bedroom, also decorated in Slytherin colors. A quick check revealed that the other doors led to a bathroom, what appeared to be a dueling chamber, and a long hallway.
There was also a door that was locked. Curious, Harry placed his palm on a pad on the wall, which magically scanned his hand before letting him in. As soon as he stepped inside, wall-mounted torches flared, revealing a study and library.
Harry immediately noticed a pensieve sitting on a desk. Since it had his name engraved on the sides, he touched the silvery substance in the basin. The moment his fingers brushed the liquid, he found himself falling in.
