Warnings: OMG! candy! Run!
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, obviously, don't own Harry Potter!
P.S. This chapters kind of sad and dramatic (I think), but I'm very satisfied with it and hope you all enjoy.
Every time We Touch
Chapter two
Oliver lay nestled within warm quilts and fuzzy sheets, head cradled by the warmth of his pillow. Oliver's foggy brain had yet to process anything and he was comfortably unaware that he was missing breakfast. Happily he thought back to his night time visions.
His dreams last night consisted of a mystical place, so different yet familiar. There were butterbeer seas and sugar glass castles. Owls made of sugar quills delivered fruit roll up letters and Oliver had flown a fizzing whizbee over ambrosial cotton candy clouds and yummy cakes. Thinking back to his dream Oliver finally recognized the desperate growls of his empty stomach.
Oliver sleepily snapped one eye open, then the other. Looking around at his surroundings he couldn't squash the feeling that something was wrong, that things weren't how they were supposed to be, he just couldn't understand what. Everything seemed normal, he was in his bed, or at least he thought it was his bed, he wasn't quite sure. Well, he was in a bed, that should be a good sign…or could it be bad, he still wasn't sure. Peaking open the thin white curtains he discovered dark red ones covering those. He pulled at the red curtains but they weren't opening. Panicking slightly he got up on his knees and lunged at them, only to fall through the middle parting and land on the hard floor. Oliver blinked then looked at the curtain curiously. Getting up he fingered the cloth and gave a dazed laugh.
"Oh, it parts in the middle." He muttered.
He felt a chill go through his body and, looking down, he saw he was dressed in only a thin pair of pale gray boxers. Looking around the room he spotted several trunks, scattered at the end of each bed.
Looking at the end of what he assumed was his own, the one he was sleeping in, he spotted a trunk that looked very similar to the others but in better condition. Wandering hesitantly over to it he popped the lid open and slowly grabbed a pair of baggy black dress pants. Putting them on just as wearily as he had grabbed them he was surprised that they fit almost perfectly, having expected them to be either too big or small.
After slipping into the pants he bent over the trunk, looking for a shirt, and came across a smooth wooden stick.
"Oooh." He cooed, picking it up and examining it.
The door creaked open behind him and he swirled around, red sparks shooting out of the stick and a body fell to the ground with a thump. Walking closer he saw a rat like chubby boy laying sprawled on his back, eyes wide.
"Um..he-hello." He whispered, poking the boy with his finger.
When the male didn't move he looked down at the stick fearfully and dropped it on the ground. He backed away from the boy's body and picked up his stick, though he didn't know why.
Oliver was getting slightly hysterical with panic and felt the desire to get out of the room. Scooting around the fallen body he dashed through the door and down a flight of stairs which led into another room full of couches and cushions, tables and chairs and along one wall sat a burning fire, casting light across the room. The room was completely empty and Oliver looked around, wide eyed, for a door. Not finding one he let out a whimper and started feeling along the wall, banging and running his hands along it. Heart beating ferociously in his chest he pushed and shoved on the walls, letting out a strangled cry.
He'd killed someone, he didn't know where he was and he'd killed someone. The colors all around him were starting to blur and he threw the stick he'd had in his hand against the wall, not wanting to be anywhere near it.
Feeling even more claustrophobic and panicked he searched more fervently for a way out when a discolored square on the wall caught his attention. Rushing towards it he gave a shove and it opened to reveal two hallways leading in different directions.
Pale and shaking Oliver ran straight, going down stairs and hallways, all unfamiliar. Turning a corner he bumped into someone and fell to the ground, letting out a whimper.
"Are you okay?" A gentle voice asked and Oliver looked up to see a kind red head, standing over him.
"Wh-where am I?" He stuttered out, feeling as if he should trust her, though, like many things, he was confused as to why.
"You're at Hogwarts. Is everything alright?" She asked.
"Um…I…I think so. Uh, where's the exit?" He asked, looking around.
"I don't think I've seen you around before, what house are you in?"
"House?" Oliver asked, confusion evident.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"It's…uh…It's…I don't know." Oliver was more hysterical than before, all these questions spinning around his brain.
"Perhaps you should see Professor Dumbledore."
"Who?" Oliver was starting to get uncomfortable now.
"What's wrong?" She said, approaching him.
"No, leave me alone!" Oliver shouted, shooting up and running.
"Wait!"
Oliver didn't stop or turn, fear and confusion making his insides freeze. He continued to run until he reached a dead end. Collapsing against the wall he curled up on the floor, feeling trapped in his own mind. At this moment his body was his prison, he couldn't escape it, couldn't free himself from it. Tears ran from his eyes and sobs shook his body as he curled more into himself.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." Repeating those same words over and over again he shook his head against his knees, denying anything and everything.
No, he wasn't here, no, he hadn't killed someone, no; this wasn't real, no, just, no, no, no, no, no.
Feeling dizzy and exhausted he somehow managed to fall into an uncertain sleep.
Lily dashed to the Headmasters office, the only place she could think to go. Arriving at the Gargoyle with stitches in her chest and side she stopped to remember the password which she, as a prefect, was entitled to know.
"Um..uh..geez, OH! Cockroach Eclairs!" She shouted victoriously and the gargoyle sprang out of the way. "I will never understand that man." She muttered, shaking her head.
Running onto the moving staircase she waited anxiously as it made its slow way to the top.
"Oh, hurry up." She muttered, twisting her hands and jumping up and down.
Finally arriving at the top she banged on the door impatiently.
"Come in!" Said a rather surprised voice from inside.
Slamming open the door she rushed inside.
"You seem in quite a hurry Ms. Evans, is there a problem?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, your staircase is too slow." She snapped.
"Or you're too fast." Dumbledore suggested, small smile on his lips and twinkle in his eye. "Now to what do I owe this pleasurable visit?" Dumbledore asked, gesturing for her to sit down.
Taking a seat she started to fidget.
"Well, I figured since today was a hogsmeade weekend I'd go to the library and get some studying done since I'd have most of it to myself and the books I need are always being used. I arrived there and got my books when I realized I'd left my quills in the dorm, so I was heading back when I bumped into a boy. He seemed to be troubled by something. I asked him some questions, like his name and house, and he didn't appear to remember so I think he might have amnesia. His eyes were really wide and he looked hysterical, I said we should come to you but by that time he was all panicky and jumpy and he ran away and I didn't know whether to follow him or get a teacher so I came to you but now I don't know where he is and he's probably all confused so I'm not sure if I did the right thing. I was going to follow him but with the way he was acting I thought I'd probably scare him more and I didn't want that but now he's all alone and he doesn't know his way. But now I don't know where he is!. OH, I just don't know what to do!" At this point Lily was pacing around the room and biting at her finger nails.
"Settle down Ms. Evans." Dumbledore said, walking over to her and laying a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you take me to where you bumped into him and we'll see if we can find him?" Dumbledore suggested and Lily lead him to the spot they'd collided at.
When they got there Lily told him the direction she'd seen him run and they made their way down hallways and looked in classrooms.
"He may have turned here, he didn't seem to have a destination in mind, he just…ran." Lily said, worried and antsy at this point.
Turning right Lily tried to get her brain to stop thinking of the boy accidentally falling out of a tower and concentrating on where they actually were.
They looked for about fifteen more minutes before Dumbledore spotted a figure curled up on the floor, shivering.
"That's him." Lily gasped out and ran forward, kneeling down beside the body. "He's asleep." She said.
Tear stains clearly marked the boys face and he was shivering but other than that his dreams seemed to bring some peace to him, if his relaxed face was anything to go by.
"Oh, Oliver." Dumbledore muttered, somewhat sadly. "We should bring him to the hospital wing."
The air in the hospital wing was somewhat somber and hesitant. James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter sat, paced, and fidgeted, glancing at Oliver's bed every once in a while. Lily sat by Oliver's bed side, clutching at his hand and staring at his face blankly.
Peter marveled at how people could be so worried about someone they didn't even know. Perhaps it was like watching the news and seeing a picture of a child, scared and helpless. And that's what Oliver was right now, a child. Peter stared at Oliver's pale face and then at the people around him. James stood worriedly in a corner while Sirius sat on the ground nearby, Remus sat in a chair and stared at the ground, glancing over at Oliver than looking down.
Peter began to pace again, feeling antsy and energetic. He hated hospitals, the dense air, filled with the scents of medication and potions, the people that sat mournfully around the hurt and injured, it was nauseating. Peter needed to get out of there.
Standing abruptly he left the room, walking down the hallway, hands in his pockets. Making his way passed Pomfrey's office he stopped when he heard voices.
"…his bodies rejecting his passed memories."
"What do you mean Poppy?" McGonagall's voice asked.
"Subconsciously his body chose to forget his past, any memories he may have. It could be triggered by some traumatic event. I'm not sure what the event is all I know is there was an incident in the Potions room involving young Oliver and he seemed rather confused when he got here."
"About what?"
"He seemed to be under the impression that Severus Snape was his Potions teacher and-"
"Pomfrey, I don't think this is important." Dumbledore's voice said, a warning note in it.
"It may explain why- What do you know Albus?" An accusatory not was evident in Pomfrey's voice.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."
"Albus, what do you know, if you don't tell me I'm afraid I'll have to cease treating students for injuries."
"Now now, Poppy, you would never do that, plus I could always hire another healer."
"You could but you'd never find someone of my status."
"True, however, the information I have about him could be very dangerous, were it to get in the hands of The Dark Lord."
"Now Albus do you really think we would be so careless." It was McGonagall speaking now.
"I must warn you that this information is incredibly private and a very serious matter. If you two were to let it slip I'd consider it treason to myself and Oliver, do you understand that." Dumbledore had lost his usual gentle tone, it was clear that there would be grave consequences for whoever exposed anything.
Peter scooted even closer to Pomfrey's office and peaked through the crack in the door, curiosity taking control.
"Of course." Pomfrey said, looking shocked.
"I wouldn't even think of betraying you Albus." McGonagall said, looking sick at the thought.
"Thank you. Now this is shocking, maybe even disturbing, and there's no way that I can break this to you gently. That incident in the potions classroom wasn't any usual potions accident, at least not one we've ever experienced." Dumbledore took a moment to pause, probably thinking over what to say next. "Have any of you ever heard of cellular transportation?"
"Yes, it's commonly referred to in Transfiguration. Animagi have to rearrange their cells in order to transform."
"I've heard of it as well." Madam Pomfrey stated.
"Well, it appears that Oliver had been making a potion when the accident occurred and it acted as a cellular transporter, but, instead of transporting him to a different place…it transported him to a different time."
Gasps were heard around the room and Peter stared wide eyed. A different time…? But that means…
"Oliver……is from the future."
Remus sat in his chair, thinking back to three hours ago….
November 2nd,1984
Remus, Sirius, and James walked down the street in the cold November frost. Cold air drifted around them and the pulled their scarves tighter, nestled inside their own clothing. Peter wasn't with them because he'd gone back to get his wand, which he'd left in his trunk. That was ten minutes ago, but neither of them worried too much, they were used to Peter's frequent and long disappearances.
"Where do we want to go, first?" Remus asked, looking around at all the familiar buildings and stores.
"Three Broomsticks?" James suggested.
They walked over towards the building and settled down at the table while James went to get 3 butter beers.
"What do you think of that new kid?" Sirius asked.
Remus looked up from his hands a little suprised.
"He seems nice enough." Remus said, a little uncertain of what Sirius meant.
"Yeah. Weird how he got here though. They said he had a potions accident but what was he even doing in the Potions classroom, I mean, I haven't even seen him before." Sirius exclaimed.
Remus thought back on it and realized Sirius was right.
"He may be an exchange student, I mean we never asked." Remus suggested.
"No, I don't think so." Sirius was quiet for a moment before a victorious smile came onto his face. "I know, he's Voldemort's son!"
"What! That's ridiculous!" Remus yelled incredulously.
"NO it's not! He's come to spy on Dumbledore, somehow he got inside Hogwarts and made it look like a potions accident. He could have been brewing Polyjuice. Maybe he's Voldemort's Brother. I bet he's giving secrets to Voldemort as we speak!" Sirius jumped out of his chair and rushed towards the floor, Remus tailing him the whole way.
"He's not Voldemort's Brother! For godsakes Sirius, pull yourself together!" Remus yelled, jogging to keep up with him but Sirius just ran faster.
"Sirius!" Remus tried to stop him but Sirius was out the door before he could say anything else.
Remus turned to look at James at the counter who just shrugged and motioned for him to follow Sirius.
Remus dashed out of the door, little droplets of rain falling onto his head.
Letting out a groan of frustration Remus dashed down the street. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Remus was pulled into an alley and pushed up against the wall. Remus let out a shocked squeal which had his capture, which he now recognized as Sirius, rolling around on the alley floor.
"Oh Merlin!" Sirius gasped out between laughs.
"Shut up!" Remus exclaimed though he couldn't stop a slight grin coming to his lips. "Anyway, aren't you supposed to be accosting the Son of Voldemort right now?" Remus asked sarcastically.
"My lord, Moony, I was just joking about that. Do really think I'm that stupid?"
"I plead the fifth."
"The what?"
"The fifth amendment of the American Constitution; you know, freedom of speech and all that. OH never mind!"
"Come one, let's go back." Sirius said, getting off of the alley floor and straightening his robe.
"But you're all wet." Remus said.
"It doesn't matter." Sirius said, walking out of the alley.
Remus' eyes strayed to where Sirius' wet clothes were clinging to his backside, showing off the perfect round shape.
"You coming?" Sirius asked.
"OH, yeah." Remus blushed and tore his eyes away from Sirius butt and followed him out of the alley.
They were walking back to the Three Broomsticks when they stumbled across James, looking around the street.
"Guess who?" Sirius squealed, covering James' eyes from behind and giving him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek.
"Sirius I-"
"Ding ding ding, you win the grand prize. Now come here and give mama some sugar." Sirius said, making kissy noises.
James aloud a small laugh to escape him before he grew serious again.
"Sirius, I don't have time for kidding around. Something's wrong with Oliver!" Sirius removed his hands from James face and looked at him in shock.
"What happened?"
"I don't know but Dumbledore sent Frank to come get us, we have to go to his office."
After that they'd gone to Dumbledore who told them what happened while they were gone. Remus had gone to get some of Oliver's stuff and found Peter lying on the ground, stunned apparently. Then they'd all come in here.
Remus glanced over at Sirius who was pacing now, growing restless.
For the second time that day Oliver found himself curled in a bed, except this time he heard whispers around him.
"When do you think he'll wake up?"
"Don't know."
"Could be dead."
"Sirius!"
"What!"
Oliver groaned and popped his eyes open. The whispering stopped immediately and four sets of eyes looked in his direction. Oliver recognized two people though he didn't know their names or where they were from but somehow they looked familiar.
One of them had brown hair and golden eyes and the other had smooth black wavy hair and soft blue gray eyes.
"I-I know you two."
