Hello fellow Potter fans!
Here is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction story ever. I have been a long time reader, first time writer. I do study creative writing at school so if this chapter reads like an actual chapter from a book, you can blame my English classes in college, lol. I wanted to write a storyline not typical of a normal Harry Potter story found on here, but yet familiar as to make you comfortable reading it. I was inspired by the mobile game Hogwarts Mystery which has a storyline too good to be a mobile game and such fleshed out characters with real backgrounds. I enjoyed so much that I just assumed I would find many stories on here involving those characters and possible the storyline.
I was wrong. I found very little stories on here and so I was disappointed. So I thought, what if I wrote one? What if I wrote a story decent enough to inspire real Fanfiction writers to write about the Cursed Vaults storyline and these wonderful characters. Then I thought, I didn't want to make up a main character like you do in the game, so how do I add Harry Potter in the story? Time travel accident? Master of Death trope? What can I do that was be somewhat realistic but still crazy and magical. Then I thought about it, Loki. A great show that provided me a way to do this that can be reasonable, unique, and yet fun. If someone has done this in this manner, that is fine with me. I am happy how this chapter came out. I took aspects I liked from Loki and used it for this chapter only. The rest of the story will be in the magical world like always, I just needed to show how Harry got there.
I have about the first 5 chapters mapped out so hopefully the response to this chapter will be good and will further give me the confidence to keep writing. I honestly believe this will be a breath of fresh, yet familiar air.
Reviews are appreciated. Thank you and have a wonderful day!
Edit: Went back and cleaned up a bit. Sorry for missing a letter or two. Enjoy!
"What in good heavens is this? Why is he here?"
Loud voices rang into his ears as Harry's already pounding headache grew worse. He slowly was waking up from what felt like the deepest sleep he ever had, his eyes refusing to open in pain. Where was he? Last thing he remembered was being in the chamber fighting for his life while trying to save his best mate's sister.
"Um, during my observation of his timeline, I sort of took a photo right before he was supposed to stab the basilisk and he sort of…. got eaten." another voice replied weakly to the angry one.
Wait, did he die? Was that photo the flash of light he saw before…Merlin, he was eaten by a giant snake! Harry couldn't believe that he was dead and by being something's meal of all things. He could only hope that Ginny did not meet the same fate.
"What?" the angry voice asked. "A... photograph? For what?"
"My scrapbook. You know, the one of all heroic moments of Chosen ones. I really thought I had it on night mode and not the flash." the second voice stated in a trembling voice.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows at the answer, but didn't make any noise. He didn't want these people to know he was awake and listening to their conversation. Nothing made sense about what was happening and it sounded quite mad. Harry decided to stay quiet in hopes of learning more about what was going on and where he was currently in case this was a trick by Tom Riddle.
But he was still crossed that he died because of a photo.
"Smith! Good lord, man! Do you know how much trouble you put this department in with this stunt? I got upper management already breathing down my neck about trimming and resetting threads in the Time Weave twice last week and now I have to file a report that a Chosen one died prematurely and I had to approve another reset?" the angry male voice scolded who Harry knows now as Smith.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Martin. But at least the reset was clean and it has only one percent chance of causing a minor change in the timeline." Smith replied with a little more confidence.
"Oh, yes! It's just that simple! Resetting one of the most important moments in Potter's time thread and destiny is as easy as casting a Lumos charm!" the man called Martin said sarcastically. "Except for the amount of paperwork and manpower it takes resetting a Chosen one's thread! Oh, yes and there is the matter of THE DEAD BOY WHO LIVED CURRENTLY LYING ON MY OFFICE FLOOR!"
That was the letter that broke the owl's wings.
"I am not dead!" Harry shouted before jumping onto his feet, trying to find his wand in his robes to defend himself. He looked at the two men who had been talking the entire time as he laid on the floor. They wore matching black suits with white dress shirts, but with different color robes and matching ties. They were all standing in a very big office with a plain desk and mirrors of different sizes all over the walls.
Harry observed one of the men wearing a set of black and yellow hooded robes, looking like he was about to pissed himself and figured that had to be Smith who caused his supposed death. The man wearing a matching outfit except in with dark blue trim must be Martin and looked like he was going to kill Smith. "Who in the bloody hell are you two and where am I? Are you Death Eaters? Where's Ginny? Where's the diary and Tom Riddle?"
"Good lord, man! He's awake! Smith, did you not cast the temporal status charm on the boy?" Martin looked over at Smith who looked like he forgot his mum's birthday.
"Oh, right. That charm. I knew I had forgotten something in my panic."
Harry watched Martin sighed deeply before rubbing his forehead in annoyance. He motioned for Harry to take one of the chairs in front of what he assumed to be his desk by his earlier statement. Harry hesitated for a moment before nodding and slowly made his way to one of the comfy chairs, keeping a hand inside of his robes as if to pull a wand to defend himself.
"I assure you, Mr. Potter that we mean you no harm. Also, as well as the fact we know you do not have your wand on you. It was left behind when Tom Riddle took it from you, although I wouldn't put it past him to forget to check for any other magical objects that do not belong here in the bureau." The older man looked at Smith who sat down in the other chair. Martin sighed once more before seating in his own chair and clasped hands together on top of his plain brown desk.
Harry glanced down at the desk while Smith moved to take the other available seat next to him. There were strange objects similar to what he had seen in Dumbledore's office, spinning and moving about in non-sensical ways. He also noticed that there were also muggle items that didn't seem magical in nature on the desk as well. There were too many questions Harry wanted to ask about this place and decided just to start asking after taking a deep breath.
Harry looked back up to Martin with a frustrated look, but with less anger than before. "Where am I? Why did you say I was dead and where is this "bureau" located? Next to Hogwarts?"
Martin grimaced slightly, looking over to the man next to him and back to Harry. "Not exactly, you see. We are wizards too, so to speak, but our sole duty is to maintain the timelines of the wizarding world and its respective communities. We are called the Bureau of Overly Tick Tock Oddities of Magic and it is our job to keep time moving forward. To keep time balance because if left uncheck, everything would fall into madness and chaos."
Harry just looked at the man with a doubtful look. Wizards who managed time? Not the craziest thing he has heard about since Hagrid first introduced him to the wizarding world, but still very far-fetched in his opinion.
"I know it seems strange, but our department, the Tailor department's job in particular is to make sure certain points in the timelines are clean of any stray threads that can unravel time itself. We "clip" and "seam" the Time Weave in order to keep the balance between good and evil because if it's not, time, well… runs out. Here, I know it is hard to believe so let me show you."
Martin snapped his fingers and one of the bigger mirrors on the walls turned on like a telly with what looked to be colorful threads intertwined in a beautiful pattern. "These are the timelines of those who live in the wizarding world. See these golden threads in the weave? Those are the timelines of Chosen ones. They keep the Time Weave together and also keep good and evil in balance. Good wins, evil prevails. Light is bright and dark is endless. Do you understand, Mr. Potter?"
Harry nodded slowly. "So, the name of this place is BOTTOM?"
Smith choked loudly as he held back a laugh. "Cheeky, isn't he? I thought Harry Potter was nothing but Sugar Quills and Chocolate Frogs? Dumbledore did his best to make him that way after all."
"Well, you try being eaten by a basilisk because some daft bloke took a photo and blinded you." he retorted, not missing that last part about Dumbledore. This time, Martin held back his laughter at the young boy's reply.
"Indeed, so is that all you got from what I said to you? I know you weren't the cleverest of Chosen ones, but still had a decent mind."
Harry shook his head and stood up defiantly. "Listen, I have had a difficult year. I had other students believing I was the Heir of Slytherin, nearly everyone turned their backs on me, my friend Hermione was petrified, and I just learned that Voldemort's younger self was living in a book and trying to take over Ginny's soul. Not to mention being eaten, but I'm obviously not dead, so whatever this place is, just put me back. I need to stop Tom Riddle and help Ron and Ginny!"
It did not escape Harry's notice at that moment that the mood of the office changed once again into a more solemn tone. Both Martin and Smith looked at each other briefly before glancing at the mirror with all the colorful threads weaved together. Harry felt his throat dry up as the pit of his stomach clenched up in fear. They can put him back there, right? He wasn't stuck here forever in some office lost in time or so they say.
"I am sorry, Mr. Potter. Your timeline is back on track thanks to the reset of that moment. You cannot go back." Martin spoke softly, pointing to the screen of threads. "See that bright gold thread in the middle? That's yours, well, technically his now. That Harry Potter has already succeeded in killing the basilisk and saved young Ginny Weasley. He almost died, but Dumbledore's phoenix healed him and together got everyone out."
Harry couldn't believe what was being told to him. Another Harry? He was reset? This all had to be a dream, a lie created by Tom Riddle's diary. He quickly backed up and tossed his chair aside in a frantic manner. "No! I don't believe it! I'm Harry, not him! This is all a trick! Tom! Where are you? Come out here!"
"Mr. Potter…"
"No! You stay quiet! Even if this was real, you said I was a "Chosen one". Well, how can I be if I am so easily replaced? This can't be real! It can't be… why me? Why is it always me?" Harry sobbed before falling into a corner and brought his knees up to his face. His tears falling down as he whispered the words again. "Why is it always me?"
Silence took over for a moment as the two wizards watch Harry broke down emotionally in the corner of the office. Smith shook his head and looked over to Martin. "It's all my fault, sir. I will take responsibility for this with the upper management. Just have me erased for good this time. Just don't erase the kid."
Harry looked up in confusion. "Erased?"
Smith nodded and looked over to the other man to explain.
"You see, this isn't the first time someone has been left out of a timeline reset, but it never has been a Chosen one before. Time isn't perfect and sometimes a thread becomes loose from the weave. It's just normal wear and tear, even time can break down sometimes." Martin waved his hand to the screen, showing wild, grey lines leaving the colorful threads. "Like I said before, that's our job in this department to ensure the timeline continues. Resetting means we clip and resewn the stray threads because if let uncheck, they can unravel the whole weave."
Martin pointed at Harry. "But the timelines of wizards and witches like you, Chosen ones rarely unravel, so it is unclear what the procedure is here. It's possible to placed somewhere around here in a department. You could stay and work here with us maintaining the Time Weave. That wouldn't be so bad. It's definitely a higher calling compared to most jobs."
"Is that even allowed?" Smith asked, helping Harry up to his feet and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Plus, he's twelve, the boy needed to live a little before being chained to a desk job. But even then, his thread is golden and destined, there's no way we can just leave that out of the weave. There has to be another option here."
Harry shrugged off the wizard's hand and looked back at Martin. He still couldn't believe what was happening to him. Stuck, out of time in more ways than one. He has always had it hard his whole life, not knowing who he really was and just when he finally found some semblance of peace, it was taken away from him because of another accident. Panic started to creep up his chest as he breathed heavier and clench his fist
But just then, something the man had said stuck out in his mind. One word he said that might just help him.
"You said rarely." Harry looked at the mirror and back at the wizard in charge. "You said that the thread of a Chosen one rarely unravels, so that means it has happened before. How was that fixed? What did you do then?"
Harry noticed Smith with a blank look on his face as if he was just struck by something he didn't see coming and held a finger up. "Yeah, it did happen once! Right, Mr. Martin? The thread with the Cursed Vaults destiny and its Chosen one. I heard about that when I worked in the Waste Management department. What happened to them?"
Martin shook his head and sighed once more, leaning back into his chair.
"No, that was a unique situation. The thread of the Cursed Vaults has always been thin and was bound to break eventually. That particular Chosen one wasn't… let's just say up to the task. Not like Harry here who always prevailed no matter what was thrown at him. In fact, the handling of that thread is what gives Harry Potter such a hard run of it every time we go around. They intersect with each other and if that Chosen one would have done his destiny right, Harry Potter would have beaten Voldemort much sooner and saved even more lives! Instead, that thread always caused issues in the timeline that it eventually started to unravel."
Harry noticed Martin's face saddened with grief. He knew that look all too well as he fixed his chair back up and sat down along with Smith who was listening intently. "What happened to them? Were they erased?"
"No, they weren't. They just… slowly faded into nothing but a shadow of what they were supposed to be. They lost their name, their gender, and barely did their destiny. They were just known as Jacob's sibling in the end, Jacob Wells being their older brother who originally gave motivation to the Chosen one to find and fix the Cursed Vaults. Bare minimum destiny, we called it and it had a greater impact on the wizarding world than any path before it." Martin turned to the screen and snapped his fingers again as images of young wizards and witches replaced the threads.
"Rowan Khanna, Ben Copper, Penny Hayward, Merula Snyde, Badeea Ali, Liz Tuttle, Jae Kim, Barnaby Lee, Andre Egwu, Tulip Karasu are just to name a few whose lives where changed greatly by the Chosen one's failure to proper achieve their destiny. Others whose paths were changed slightly that led to their premature deaths. Nymphadora Tonks, Fred Wesley, and Cedric Diggory to name a few more." The photos moved slowly as Martin named them in a solemn voice. Harry's eyes widened at the name of his best mate's brother.
"Regular destinies that were never achieved. They may have not been Chosen ones, but they were still important to the wizarding world in Britain." An image of young student of Indian descent appeared on the mirror.
"Rowan was supposed to become a master Wandmaker, inspired by his friends to study harder than anyone else at Hogwarts. But without the Chosen one to help him make those friends, instead he just took over his family's wood farm. Later, the Death Eaters burned the whole farm down and slaughter him along with his entire family." Another image came up of another young male with light brown hair.
"Ben's destiny to become an Auror died along with him when he was killed by a Death Eater who blew up the store he worked at after Hogwarts. He never found the confidence that Jacob's sibling was supposed to give me by being his friend." the next one was a pretty girl with braided blonde hair wearing a Hufflepuff uniform.
"Penny never experience the thrill of adventure she was supposed to in the hunt for the Cursed Vaults and become a future Curse Breaker. So she ended working at the ministry filing papers and permits before being executed by Death Eaters for helping muggleborns by making them fake papers."
Then, if possible, Martin grew even more solemn. "Merula Snyde… the daughter of two Death Eaters sent to Azkaban who started as a bully in Slytherin, but then became a great, talented, and kind witch who broke the stereotype that only dark wizards and witches come from Slytherin. She paved the way for students like Draco Malfoy to be greater than just a child of a Death Eater."
Martin waved his hand before a girl with wild brown hair and dark eyeshadow appeared in the mirror, her pretty face smiling slightly as if she were posing for a friend.
"Instead, she grew up angry and isolated by the hatred of others and joined the Death Eaters. In a moment of mercy she gave to a muggleborn witch, another Death Eater hit Merula in the back with the killing curse for letting her go free. You see how many people a Chosen one can affect? You especially, Mr. Potter. While many died fighting Voldemort in the end, you prevailed and changed the wizarding world for the better. Many people were inspired by you, but many more could have lived if Jacob's sibling had done their job right." Harry watched as the man wiped his face and stood up before snapping his fingers again, turning off the screen.
"And so, the thread was frozen in place in the Time Weave to prevent further unraveling and thus creating the current timeline of Harry James Potter. There was something about those Cursed Vaults that not even we know about and how it affected Jacob's sibling to the scale of their thread breaking apart slowly every time they went through their timeline." he stated, followed by a humorless laugh.
"It's ironic, isn't it, boys? The only other situation of something happening to a Chosen one was Harry's whose own timeline was affected and… and… wait." Martin quickly turned around and stared at Harry with a look of realization. "That's it! That's what we will do with you and it can also fix the greatest problem this department ever faced!"
"Sir! You can't possibly be thinking what I think you are? It's never be done before! I'm not even sure it can be done!" Smith shouted back with worry as Harry looked confused once again at the two.
Was everyone mad at this place?
"Maybe if it was just another Chosen one's timeline, sure, you would be right. But this timeline isn't a normal one! Jacob's sibling is basically a ghost, easily replaceable if by say, inserting another Chosen one in their place…" both men turned to look at Harry who just realized what they were talking about.
"You can't be serious. You want to put me in someone's else life just because they were terrible at being a Chosen one? That's just wrong. It's not right!" Harry stated firmly. Where they being serious? First, they caused his early demise, pulled him out of his timeline, and then replaced him with another Harry. Now they want to put him somewhere else to face another life changing crisis?
"Like I said, they don't really exist anymore and their timeline has been currently frozen for thousands of years, just stuck in the same place so things wouldn't get worse if you believe that could be possible. You would be just taking a seat that has been warmed up for you. You can help so many people be who they were supposed to be and help Harry Potter save the world much sooner with less lives lost!" the man in charge exclaimed in a gleeful shout.
"But I am Harry Potter!" he shouted back. "You can't take that away from me! Not like they did, the Dursleys! I finally found out who I was and now you want to take that away from me? To become someone else?" Harry slowly backed up, shaking his head back and forth.
"No, I won't do it."
"Harry, it's the only way and it will give you the life you always wanted. Family, friends, perhaps even love. It won't be easy, I am not going to lie to you. You will face challenges that more or less caused Jacob's sibling to become what they are. But rewards will outweigh the risks and if anyone can do this, it's you." Martin's words seemed to permeate the room with hope as Harry started to falter in his position
Smith watched the exchange with worry in his eyes, but seemed to be pondering his boss's idea more than before. Harry had hoped he had someone on his side in this discussion to help him stay strong against this mad idea, but it looked like he was running out of choices. He looked into a small. ornate mirror to his left and saw images of his older self doing things he never thought possible. Saving people, fighting Death Eaters, defeating Voldemort, but at such great cost.
He could see people he didn't know mourn for their loved ones. Crying over the bodies of the dead who died in some kind of battle at Hogwarts. Then he saw the images of the young wizards and witches Martin showed him earlier, their deaths caused by the very people he was destined to stop.
Could he do this?
Would he do this?
"Friends of yours said that you had a "saving people" kind of thing. Something that was always a part of your personality and others admired about you." Harry turned to Smith who was quiet for a while. Smith gave him a small smile before pulling out a camera from his robes.
"I always have admired you. You are a kind and wonderful kid who grew up to be a kind and wonderful man. You always did the right thing not matter what. That was you, not some hero Dumbledore tried to make you into for the sake of a prophecy." He told Harry who just remembered something Martin said earlier.
"What do you mean, what Dumbledore tried to make me into? That was said earlier by you." Harry pointed at the older wizard. "Was I groomed to do all this? To fight Voldemort?"
"Not exactly. While his methods were a little extreme, he did care for you and tried to get you ready to face Voldemort. It just that he kept most secrets to himself and never told anyone about things like your scar for example" Martin motioned to Harry's scar on his forehead. "That little cut there holds a piece of Voldemort's own soul, or well, it did until you died and were brought here. It was torn out and ripped to pieces by our wards. Horcruxes, nasty little things that nearly unraveled the whole weave!"
"Wait, what? What do you mean I had a piece of Voldem…." Harry was interrupted by a snap of Martin's fingers and the whole room changed from an office to a room filled with countless shelves filled with magical items, clothing, books, and a plain, simple, old fashioned loom in the middle of the huge room.
"Don't worry about all that. If you agree to this, you won't remember all this anyways once we interweave your thread into the Time Weave. This is the Sewing room where we make all the adjustments and perform the resets here." Martin waved his arms around to show off the room. The room was fascinating to Harry, but again, the man spoke words that did not sit well with him.
"I wouldn't remember? You mean I can't keep my memories? It's bad enough you replaced me with some reset version, but now you want to completely get rid of who I am? You're not really selling this, you know?" Harry scoffed before walking away like a disinterested customer from a salesman. Pushing everything he just learned aside, he knew this was his only option for a life. A chance to make the world better for his friends, even if he couldn't be there with them. But if he was going to do this, it was going to be on his terms and conditions.
He wasn't going to be someone's tool anymore.
"If you want me to do this, we are going to have to set some ground rules." Harry turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder at the two wizards as he gently touched the loom in the middle of the room.
"Rules?" Martin asked. Smith just smirked and took a step back to enjoy the show.
"Yes, rules. If I am going to face these… Cursed Vaults, I'm going to need every advantage I got, right? I mean, these vaults practically made bangers out of the last one, I need some foreknowledge." Harry pointed out, walking slowly up to Martin. "So, rule number one, I keep my memories."
"Mr. Potter, that would have a greater impact on the wizarding world than you can possibly understand. What would stop you from just leaving and trying to do things on your own? Take yourself as a toddler away from the Dursleys?" he shook his head at Harry's rule.
"Toddler?" Harry questioned. "What time am I going back to?"
"We can't make you younger or older, that is against the rules of our magic. But luckily for us, you are about the right size to be put into the timeline as a First Year, about a year after the first fall of Voldemort. You would have the memories of Jacob's sibling as if you lived his life prior to your first year at Hogwarts. Plus, two sets of memories might be too much for you to handle." Martin's reply shocked Harry before he responded to the hidden insult.
"But I am just about done with my second year. I'm nearly thirteen!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, but you always been on the small side. This way, you would the up there with the tallest First Years and no longer behind everyone else. That's a good thing, right? Even without your memories?" Smith butted in the conversation.
That actually sounded nice to Harry, but he wasn't going to budge on his first condition. He still had others to demand. "Okay, but I still want my memories. How about a compromise, then?"
"Compromise?" the older wizard's eyebrows rose slightly.
"Yes, compromise. It's your job to watch the Time Weave, right? The second I do something you don't agree with, bring me back here and erased my mind. Throw me back in all clean like you wanted. Sounds good, right? I keep who I am and my knowledge to help me with these Cursed Vaults, especially if I'm going to be a First Year when you put me in." Harry finished and crossed his arms.
"Hmm, how about a counter offer? Instead, how about we limit your memories? You can remember who you were and your skills as a Second Year, but certain memories would be blocked until I deemed you ready to remember them. You can't have your past holding you back from your new destiny. This isn't a job we're giving you, it's a whole new life for you to enjoy." Martin held his hand out as Harry considered his offer. It sounded good for the most part and he had to agree that remembering Ron and Hermione might make him unable to live his new life.
"Fine, I agree. But we're not done yet." Harry ignored the man's hand. "Rule number two, I look the same and keep my name."
"Oh, come on!" Martin's stoic face finally breaking at the next condition. "You are practically the splitting image of your father with your glasses and wild, black hair. Not to mention your mother's piercing green eyes! Everyone's is going to assume your new mother had an affair with a Potter!"
"I'm sure you can do something to keep that from happening. What about my name?" Harry replied gleefully.
"Your name isn't a problem, but you are correct. We can do something to make others not connect the dots with your looks. We'll just slap a perception filter charm on you, easy for us Time Wizards. You are really grabbing him by the short and curlies, kid. Keep going!" Smith laughed much to Martin's annoyance.
"I am so going to erase you when this is over." Martin threatened.
"Great! Rule three, I am allowed to be whomever I want to be. I will fulfill my new destiny and help everyone affect by these vaults, but I'm not Jacob's sibling. I make what friends I want and live how I want, okay?"
"That wouldn't be a problem, actually. Part of the memories we would seal away until you are ready would be the identities of those I just showed you earlier. Even if I wanted to, I can't force you to be someone's friend or loved one. That has to be on you, that's why I originally was going to erase your old memories. You wouldn't remember this place either or us. You would remember that you were placed in your new life for a purpose and have certain memories to help you and that is it. We would not interfere anymore than that." Martin agreed much to Harry's and Smith's surprise.
"Your mind would be safe from others as well in case you were wondering. No one can break our magic and it would give you the added benefit of controlling your thoughts and feelings. A sort of occlumency, if you will. So, any more of these rules?" he asked calmly.
Harry didn't know what the man was talking about protecting his mind from others, but it sounded like that was a thing in the wizarding world that he didn't know about so he guess it was a good thing. So now, was there anything else he wanted from them? What else could they give him to help him in his new life? They were obviously more powerful than normal wizards and witches and capable of spells he never imagined. What else did he want?
Harry just smiled and held out his hand to Martin like the way it was presented to him earlier. "One more and we got a deal."
Martin nodded and smiled back as he took the young wizard's hand, knowing already what the final request would be after doing this job for countless years. Smith had a look of relief and gave Harry a grin before patting him on the shoulder once more, this time he didn't shrug it off in respect.
"Don't worry, mate. She'll be there." Smith answered.
Harry nodded with tear-filled eyes at the man who actually caused this whole mess, grateful for his support in the end. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his robes with a sniffle and gave the men a sad, but bright smile for the first time since arriving at BOTTOM.
"So, how do we do this?" Harry asked.
The two time wizards chuckled as light started to glow more brightly from the loom behind Harry.
"It's already done. Be safe and have a brilliant life..." Martin replied as Harry struggled to hear his words before a loud ringing noise started to scream inside his ears and the bright light blinded him from the two men he had gotten to know.
"…Harry Wells."
"…"
"…"
"Harry!"
"…"
"Harrison John Wells! If you do not get yourself up this instance, I will send Gilly up there with a cauldron of water to throw on your face!" a female voice shouted as Harry groaned, trying to get the ringing out of his ears.
"Alright, alright! I'm getting up, Mum!" he called back… wait.
Mum?
Harry's eyes popped open as he sat up in bed so quickly that he threw himself out of his bed and onto the floor. Bum up and face down, he groaned in pain before pulling himself up and looked around the room he was in. First thing he noticed was a large, full-length mirror and walked right to it, draw to it for some reason he couldn't fathom. He looked at himself in grey pajamas, messy black hair, no scar, no glasses, and the brightest green eyes he always had. Harry found himself happy as he grinned for ear to ear at the fact, he was still himself.
He was still Harry.
Just one thing bothered him.
"How in the bloody hell did I get here?"
Chapter 2 coming next week. (Hopefully)
