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Chapter 3: History
Later that night, Harry woke up from his long nap. When he sat up he looked around the room. He had put most of his things in his vault, so he had almost nothing with him. The room was almost completely bare.
I really need to find a place to live, Harry thought. Harry's stomach suddenly gave a loud growl. I guess that I need to get some food first. So Harry put on a shirt and left the room.
After making sure that the room was securley locked, Harry made his way downstairs. On his way down he mentally made a checklist of the things he needed to do. One, find out the history of this world. Two, create an alias. Three, create records for myself, and put them in the ministry. Fourth, convince Dumbledore, my parents, and the order, that I really am Harry Potter. And lastly, find a way to get into Hogwarts.
When Harry entered the pub, he stopped and looked around for anything suspicioius. Seeing nothing, he headed over towards the bar and sat down on a stool. About a minute later Tom approached Harry and said, "Good evening, sir. Is there anything I can get you?"
"Yeah," Harry replied. "I would like a chicken dinner."
"It will be ready in a few minutes," Tom replied, and left to place the order. Harry looked around the pub and noticed that it seemed a bit more crowded than usual and the people were also louder.
A few minutes later Harry saw that Tom wasn't busy so he called him over. When Tom was in front of him, Harry asked, "It seems a bit crowded tonight, and everyone is louder. Why?"
Tom loked excited and told Harry, "There was a Death Eater attack today. Some unknown wizard prevented anyone from getting seriously injured. The witnesses say that he sacred the Death Eaters away and that he is a parselmouth. Everyone is happy that he fought them, but they are nervous because he is a parselmouth. I, personally, don't care if the man is a parselmouth or not. I'm just glad that someone is finally fighting back."
"What do you mean "finally fighting back"," Harry asked. "Are you saying that no one has been fighting the Death Eaters? At all?" To Tom, Harry appeared curious, but on the inside Harry was confused. Shouldn't someone be fighting the Death Eaters, Harry wondered. What about the Order, or the Aurors? Why aren't they doing anything?
"Well," Tom said, thinking carefully, "The Aurors and group called the Order of the Phoenix try to fight, but usually by the time they get there, the Death Eaters are gone." So they are doing something, Harry thought. Or trying to, at least. Harry's thoughts were interupted when Tom continued, "The Death Eaters and You-Know-Who have been in power for the last thirty years. There is a rumor that some of the Death Eaters are employed at the ministry, but that's just a rumor." Now Tom looked at Harry suspiciously and said, "You sound English. Shouldn't you already know all of this?"
"I was raised in England, but my parents and I moved to America a few years ago. They didn't want to deal with the war, so they left," Harry lied. Harry breathed a sigh of relief when Tom nodded his head in understanding. "I just got back and I am trying to find out what's been happening since I left. You wouldn't know where I could go to get that information, would you?"
"A lot of people have left England because of this war," Tom said sadly. "If you want more information, you can go to the Hall of Records. That's located at the ministry. They have copies of almost everything there."
"Thanks," Harry said. "I think that I'll do that." Tom nodded to him and left. Tom returned a minute later with Harry's food.
While Harry was eating, he was planning what he was going to. When I go to the ministry tomorrow, I can place my fake certificates in the right places, Harry thought. That way, if anyone decides to check my story, it will appear as though I am who I say I am. With that plan in mind, Harry finished his meal and went back upstairs to his room to get rested for the next day.
At 9 o'clock the next morning, Harry was walking into the telephone booth that led to the ministry. Harry picked up the reciever and dialed 6-2-4-4-2. "Welcome to the ministry," said a cool female voice. "Please state your name and reason for visit to the ministry."
"Harold Evans. I am here to visit the Hall of Records," Harry said. He had spent about an hour last night thinking of a name. A badge reading: Harold Evans - Hall of Records, fell into the tray in front of Harry.
"Please attach the badge to the front of your robes," the voice said. "All visitors to the ministry must supply their wands for registration. The ministry wish you a good day." When the voice finished, the booth started to lower into the ground.
When the booth stopped in the atrium, Harry opened the door and walked out. While Harry was heading to the security desk to register his wand, he noticed that there were very few people in the hall, and that the people that were, were walking quickly through the area as though they were expecting an attack at any second. Stopping at the desk, Harry handed the man his wand with a simple, "Hello."
"Hello," the man said. The man placed Harry's wand in the strange brass instrument that was on the desk. After a moment, the wand vibrated and a small slip of paper came out of the instrument. The man looked at it and said, "Eleven inches, phoenix-feather core, been in use for eight years. Is that right?" When Harry nodded the man handed him back his wand and said, "Have a good day."
Harry nodded back to the man and headed toward the lift. He entered the lift and pressed the button that would take him to level one. After a few minutes a voice said, "Level one: Hall of Records and courtrooms one-five."
Harry stepped out of the lift and headed down the hallway. A little while later, Harry reached a door that had 'Hall of Records' written on it. Upon entering, Harry noticed that he was the only person there. Well, Harry thought, this will make things a lot easier.
Harry walked over to the reception desk and looked around for the person that should be there. He noticed a door behind the desk that had "Origional Records' written on it. If I get in that room than I can put my fake records there, and everyone will think that they are real, Harry thought. Harry looked around again to see if anyone was watching him.
When he didn't see anyone, he walked around the desk and through the door. He quickly and quietly placed all of the records in the correct places. When he put each record in it flashed red for a few seconds. Harry assumed that this meant that the record was added.
After Harry finished he headed out of the room and quietly closed the door behind him. Just as he walked past the desk a female voice, from behind him asked, "What were you doing in that room? That room is off limits for anyone except ministry employee's."
Harry quickly turned around and whipped out his wand. "Obliviate," Harry said, pointing his wand at the woman. The womans eyes glazed over and she stared, unseeingly, at Harry for a moment before she snapped back to reality.
The woman looked at Harry and said, "I'm sorry. I was lost in thought for a moment there. Is there anything that I can help you with?"
"Yes," Harry answered. "I was wondering if you could tell me where you keep the copies of old Daily Prophet articles?"
"At the back, right corner of the room," she answered. "Would you like me to show you?" The way she said it made Harry, who was about to go to the corner, turn around and look at her. She was very pretty, Harry noticed, and she was blushing. It took Harry a minute to realize that she fancied him.
"Uhhhhh...N-n-no th-th-thanks," Harry stuttered. The girl nodded sadly and walked away. Harry watched her walk away and had to admit that it wa a nice view. Shaking himself of those thoughts, Harry started to head to the back, rigth corner.
While he was walking, Harry was mentally berating himself for his thoughts. I can't have a girlfriend yet, Harry thought. Maybe after I get settled I will get one. I haven't had a girlfriend in a long time.
Harry finally reached the area with all of the old Daily Prophets. He decided to start with the year that Voldemort started his reign of terror. He grabbed a stack of newspapers and sat down a table, where he started his research.
About an hour later Harry had finally gotten to an article that he was interested in. The article was from November 1st, 1981.
The Potters Escape
Last night You-Know-Who attacked the Potters, who, for unknown reasons, were in hiding. The Potters were using the Fidelius Charm. The Fidelius charm, is a charm that will hide a specific location. The location can only be revealed by the secret-keeper. The secret-keeper is usually a well trusted person that will guard the secret with their life.
The Potters secret-keeper was one of their long time friends, Peter Pettigrew. Peter was, unknown to the Potters, a double agent, that was working for You-Know-Who. Peter told You-Know-Who where the Potters were living.
You-Know-Who attacked the Potters at 10 o'clock last night. It is apparent that he was trying to get them while they were sleeping. Luckily James Potter was awake, and was able to get his family to safety before they were hurt.
Mr. Potter immediately contacted the Aurors. The Aurors managed to catch Pettigrew this morning. They caught him at his flat where he was packing and it looked like he was about to run.
He had almost escaped, but, because Mr. Potter had informed the Aurors that Pettigrew was an illegal animagus, he was caught before he could escape. Pettigrew is an illegal rat animagus. He is currently being held at the ministry for questioning, and will have a trial next week.
At least Pettigrew was caught, Harry thought when he finished reading the article. That means that I don't have to try and convince the order that he is a Death Eater.
At noon, Harry took a break for lunch. Harry put his things in an area that no one would notice, and he left for the ministry cafeteria.
When he got there he picked a table in the corner of the room and order his food. While he was eating, he discreetly looked around the room. He saw a bunch of people that he knew from his world. He was about to leave when a couple walked in that Harry had only seen once before.
Frank and Alice Longbottom walked into the room and sat down at a table with their fellow Aurors. Harry noticed that some people gave the pair looks of respect. I guess that they are good Aurors then, Hary thought. I hope that Neville has had a great life with his parents. Harry left after that.
Later, when Harry finally started to get into the newer articles, did he start to notice that the order was more known in this world, than his own. No one knew who was in the order, but they did know that it existed.
Harry came to realize that Voldemort and his followers, were bolder and more destructive in this world. They usually attacked once or twice a month and when they did attack it was always a huge attack that killed and injured alot of people.
In this new world, Voldemort had never been stopped and, Harry guessed, that there was no prophecy. Voldemort only attacked the Potters once, so Harry assumed that if their was a prophecy than he would have attacked more often.
Harry learned that the ministry was cautious. They had forced all werewolves to register and then they made that register public, so that now it was almost immposible for a werewolfe to get a job. They started executing all magical creatures that sided with Voldemort. Because of this, many magical creatures decided not to fight, and the ones that did usually joined Voldemort because he promised to get rid of the ministry laws.
Overall, the light side was losing the war and, if someone didn't step in soon, Voldemort was going to win. That's why I'm here, Harry thought. I can kill Voldemort and, if my parents except me, then I can be with my family.
Having all of the information that he was going to get from the articles, Harry put everything away and started to leave. He was almost to the exit when the girl who had spoken with him earlier asked, "Did you find everything that you needed?"
Harry turned to look at ther and said, "Yes, I did."
She nodded her head and said, "I'm Sally. Mabye you and I could go out on a date sometime?"
Harry stared at her for a few moments before saying, "Hi Sally, I'm Harry. It's a tempting offer, but I'm going to have to say no.I'm sorry."
Sally looked hurt at being shot down and said, "Oh. Okay then. Maybe some other time."
"Maybe," Harry said. He left the room as quickly as possible after that.
When Harry exited the lift, at the atrium level, he started to make his way to the exit. He was so wrapped up in what he had learned today, that he walked right into someone. When Harry looked up to see you he had walked into, he stopped dead. Harry had ran into none other than his father, James Potter.
"I'm sorry," His father said. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
The sound of his fathers voice snapped Harry back to reality. "No, it's my fault. I wasn't watching where I was walking," Harry said quickly.
His father laughed and said, "Well then, I guess that it's both of our faults." Then his father really looked at him and asked, "Do I know you? Have we met before? You look very familiar. Whats your name?"
"My name is Harold Evans," Harry said. "I don't belive that we have met before."
"I'm James Potter," his father told him, and shook his hand. "I'm an Auror. What are you doing here?"
"I was in then hall of records. I just moved back to England the other day," Harry lied.
"Oh," James said. He then said, "Well, it was nice to meet you, Harold, but I have to get to work now." With that James nodded to him and walked off.
Harry practically ran the rest of the way out of the ministry. Once outside he breathed a sigh of relief and apparated back to the Leaky Cauldron.
When Harry got back to the pub, it was still early, so he decided to go to Flourish and Blotts to get some history books.
Walking down Diagon Alley, Harry noticed that there were almost no customers, and that the customers that were there, were running around as though they were expecting to get attacked at any second. This was the same thing that had happened back in Harry's world, after Dumbledore died. People were afraid that Voldemort would attack at any second.
When Harry walked into Flourish and Blotts he noticed that only the shopkeeper was inside. That surprised him because the book store usually had at least one person in it at a time. Harry nodded to the clerk and walked over to the history section.
Harry picked out several history books that were written after 1981. He also picked up some spell and potion books. He figured that they may have some new spells in them that he did not know.
After paying for his purchases, Harry went back to his room and read some of the history books. He found out that Voldemort was thought to be immortal because he had been hit with the killing curse and had survived. Many people were now joining Voldemort's ranks, just so that they would not get hurt.
After reading about half of one book Harry went to bed. He wanted to be well rested for tomorrow. Tomorrow he was going to get a job.
A/N: Thanks for reviewing. I'll have the next chapter up soon. Chapter 4: The Job
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