Chapter - 8
Mpov :
Slowly consciousness came to me. I heard someone talking. But I was not able to hear clearly like they were talking from afar. "are you sure Albus?" said some one "yes sir I am" said whom I presume to be Albus. "OK then I leave them to you" said the other person.
I again felt unconscious and slowly drifted in deep slumber.
After what like eternity I felt my eyes opening. "Hello, Miss Gregory " I heard someone say I blinked twice as the brightness was new to my eyes and after fixing my gaze I looked up to see Prof. Dumbledore. I took a breath of relief. "hello ugh -" I choked , I cleared my throat and spoke again. "Hello Prof. Dumbledore "
He looked at me with quite suspicious gaze. "is something wrong prof. " I couldn't help but ask. "do you know Miss Gregory what year is this? " he asked. That took me by surprise. "uhh -" I was cut off by prof.
"it's -
Harry's POV:
I slowly opened my eyes I could feel pain all over my body and a kind of nostalgia. I blinked my eyes frequently trying to adjust my gaze. I then searched for my glasses. I turned and found them on the night stand. I put them on, only then I was able to see clearly. I then realized that I was in the hospital wing. Only it was a bit different. I looked around and found Monica sleeping peacefully. For some reason I felt relieved.
I next looked out for the time it was 2:30 in the afternoon maybe everyone was at class at this hour. I slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After my everyday schedule I washed my face and looked up at the mirror. What I saw shocked me.
My scar it was not there. Where it gone. Does this means something. For a moment I was blank, then I recovered myself. 'only one person can know the answer'. I changed into my school uniform and went downstairs towards the office. On the way I came across the library for some reason I had a feeling to go inside so I went and found prof. Dumbledore there. Lucky I thought. I went towards him. "umm professor Dumbledore? " I said more of a question. "yes" he turned and was a bit surprised to see me. "you are awake good " he said I only nodded. "Mr. Anderson " he said rather loudly that made me confused "but sir-" I was about to correct him that I am Harry Potter how could he forget my name but I was cut off mid sentence. "ah let's talk in my office shall we" he gestured me to follow him. I shrugged and with a confused look on my face followed him.
Once we reach at his office I was rather surprise. "but prof this isn't -" I was again cut off "shh just follow me" he said and with that I went in. His new office was connected with the transfiguration class it's most space was taken by the big desk which was placed in the middle of the room.
The two walls of the room were covered with books and stuff. The third wall had a portrait of a young girl which I knew was Prof. Dumbledore's sister. Afcorse it was Hermione who told me about her. She sacrificed her life for Dumbledore and was killed by Grindleward, the famous wizard who were known for his crimes.
""please have a seat " professor told me. I nodded and sat down. Prof. Sat across from me. I was a bit confused was an understatement I was not more but a little freaked out. "so Mr. What's your name again? " he asked "Harry Potter sir " I said if it's some kind of joke it's not at all funny. "well Mr. Potter you know what year is this? "
"Yes sir it's 1997" I said
"no it's 1943" he informed
"I was now bloody freaked out. What now if it is a joke well I don't know what to say or think.
"but on prof. How is it possible?" I asked
To be continued...
