Chapter 2, It was 6am in the Burrow, a broken down house that could have only remained standing through a healthy dose of magic. If one were to look in the room of the topmost floor of this house, one would see two young children. A male with red hair and freckles, the other a young girl, with red-haired as well. They were sitting on a bed, talking.
"Well, what do you think will happen in this timeline, Ginny?"
"I—I'm not sure, Ron, but I hope we are able to make a difference."
"Should we tell anyone?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. There are a lot of things we have the opportunity to change, but I only want to make the final outcome of the battle better, I do not want to make anything worse. Maybe we should only tell Dumbledore."
Ron said, "Okay, you know best," as they heard a call come from down stairs, "Ron, Ginny breakfast is ready".
"Food" exclaimed Ron as he jumped up and started to run down stairs.
"Ron, wait", said Ginny from behind him.
Turning around Ron said, "What?"
"Well, remember that we've got to act our age. Everyone is still alive, we haven't lost anyone. So don't act to odd around everyone, okay?"
"Okay, I'll just eat, nothing different. Now that I think about it, how long has it been since we've had a decent meal anyways?"
Ginny thought about it, "Good point Ron its been at least six or seven days since we've really ate," and she started to run down the stairs after her brother.
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Harry Potter was standing in the kitchen cooking his uncle's food. He didn't know what was happening, but he had felt like he had already done this. Not the cooking of the food, he had been doing that for his uncle, aunt, and cousin for the past six years, but he felt like something significant was going to happen, on today, his 11th birthday. He flipped the bacon, and placed some eggs on a plate.
"Here," he said handing the plate of food to his uncle. "Boy. Get the mail", said his uncle as he shoveled food into his mouth.
"Yes", said Harry, as he removed the last of the bacon from the pan.
"He doesn't do anything right," said Harry's uncle as Harry walked out of the kitchen toward the front door. He saw two letters sitting on the floor in front of the mail drop, picking them up, he turned around and started to walk into the kitchen. He happened to glance down, and with a start he saw that one of the letters was addressed to him:
Harry Potter
The Cupboard Under The Stairs
Number 4, Private drive
"Boy, where's my mail?" shouted his uncle.
"Right here," said Harry discreetly slipping the letter addressed to his self into the over sized pants he was wearing, and handing the other letter to his uncle, "May I be excused?"
"Yes boy," said his uncle, "but remember i want you to be sure that the kitchen is completely clean, the hedge is trimmed, grass mowed, car washed, and I want you to have all of that done before lunch time."
Harry just nodded his head and headed to the cupboard to read his letter. After inside, he pulled the letter out and turned it over in his hands rereading the address, making sure that the address was correct. After rereading the address three times, Harry opened the letter, curious to it's message.
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
This is a letter to welcome you to, Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Attached is a copy of all the required materials and texts, and what first years are and are not aloud. We must know if you will be attending for the school year 1991-92 by the 31st of July, 1991. If there are any questions regarding this letter, please be sure to contact Dumbledore, the school's headmaster.
I look forward to seeing you on the 1st of September, where you will arrive to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts express from platform 9 and 3 quarters, leaving at 11AM on the first of September. Please arrive to Kings cross station at least 10 minutes before the departure of the train in order to catch it in time.
We await your owl with your response,
Minerva McGonagall
Hogwarts Deputy Headmistriss
Harry sat back in shock, "I wonder if it could be, no Dudley wouldn't do this would he?" He said to him self, "but maybe he would." Harry sat the letter down, , "I need to do the work uncle told me to do", and started out of the cupboard, putting the letter in the back of his mind.
a/n: Lets start this out by saying that the one person who tryed got it, ReadingRed said that the title means time travel, and your right, it is time travel. I have a few people to thank, first of all, thanks toAlianneOfTortall for giving me the washing of the car idea, i wanted another one and couldn't think. Second I want to thank gepetto for beta reading my chapters, I do hope i'll get to keep you around for the entire of this story. To the readers of this story, thanks 88 readers of chapter 1 in 24 hours, and five reviews, wow. And finally i want to thank sabrina for getting me the translation needed for the story title, and doing final editing on this chapter, she made it possible for you all to be able to read this tonight and not tomorrow afternewn, smile. thanks brina. Reviewing is a way to let me know what you want to see for the story, or to tell me what i'm doing good or bad. Smile, anyways, enough with the author's note.
thanks
mike
"Well, what do you think will happen in this timeline, Ginny?"
"I—I'm not sure, Ron, but I hope we are able to make a difference."
"Should we tell anyone?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. There are a lot of things we have the opportunity to change, but I only want to make the final outcome of the battle better, I do not want to make anything worse. Maybe we should only tell Dumbledore."
Ron said, "Okay, you know best," as they heard a call come from down stairs, "Ron, Ginny breakfast is ready".
"Food" exclaimed Ron as he jumped up and started to run down stairs.
"Ron, wait", said Ginny from behind him.
Turning around Ron said, "What?"
"Well, remember that we've got to act our age. Everyone is still alive, we haven't lost anyone. So don't act to odd around everyone, okay?"
"Okay, I'll just eat, nothing different. Now that I think about it, how long has it been since we've had a decent meal anyways?"
Ginny thought about it, "Good point Ron its been at least six or seven days since we've really ate," and she started to run down the stairs after her brother.
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Harry Potter was standing in the kitchen cooking his uncle's food. He didn't know what was happening, but he had felt like he had already done this. Not the cooking of the food, he had been doing that for his uncle, aunt, and cousin for the past six years, but he felt like something significant was going to happen, on today, his 11th birthday. He flipped the bacon, and placed some eggs on a plate.
"Here," he said handing the plate of food to his uncle. "Boy. Get the mail", said his uncle as he shoveled food into his mouth.
"Yes", said Harry, as he removed the last of the bacon from the pan.
"He doesn't do anything right," said Harry's uncle as Harry walked out of the kitchen toward the front door. He saw two letters sitting on the floor in front of the mail drop, picking them up, he turned around and started to walk into the kitchen. He happened to glance down, and with a start he saw that one of the letters was addressed to him:
Harry Potter
The Cupboard Under The Stairs
Number 4, Private drive
"Boy, where's my mail?" shouted his uncle.
"Right here," said Harry discreetly slipping the letter addressed to his self into the over sized pants he was wearing, and handing the other letter to his uncle, "May I be excused?"
"Yes boy," said his uncle, "but remember i want you to be sure that the kitchen is completely clean, the hedge is trimmed, grass mowed, car washed, and I want you to have all of that done before lunch time."
Harry just nodded his head and headed to the cupboard to read his letter. After inside, he pulled the letter out and turned it over in his hands rereading the address, making sure that the address was correct. After rereading the address three times, Harry opened the letter, curious to it's message.
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
This is a letter to welcome you to, Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Attached is a copy of all the required materials and texts, and what first years are and are not aloud. We must know if you will be attending for the school year 1991-92 by the 31st of July, 1991. If there are any questions regarding this letter, please be sure to contact Dumbledore, the school's headmaster.
I look forward to seeing you on the 1st of September, where you will arrive to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts express from platform 9 and 3 quarters, leaving at 11AM on the first of September. Please arrive to Kings cross station at least 10 minutes before the departure of the train in order to catch it in time.
We await your owl with your response,
Minerva McGonagall
Hogwarts Deputy Headmistriss
Harry sat back in shock, "I wonder if it could be, no Dudley wouldn't do this would he?" He said to him self, "but maybe he would." Harry sat the letter down, , "I need to do the work uncle told me to do", and started out of the cupboard, putting the letter in the back of his mind.
a/n: Lets start this out by saying that the one person who tryed got it, ReadingRed said that the title means time travel, and your right, it is time travel. I have a few people to thank, first of all, thanks toAlianneOfTortall for giving me the washing of the car idea, i wanted another one and couldn't think. Second I want to thank gepetto for beta reading my chapters, I do hope i'll get to keep you around for the entire of this story. To the readers of this story, thanks 88 readers of chapter 1 in 24 hours, and five reviews, wow. And finally i want to thank sabrina for getting me the translation needed for the story title, and doing final editing on this chapter, she made it possible for you all to be able to read this tonight and not tomorrow afternewn, smile. thanks brina. Reviewing is a way to let me know what you want to see for the story, or to tell me what i'm doing good or bad. Smile, anyways, enough with the author's note.
thanks
mike