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Bringing Back the Dead
A/N-Hello...You've reached Chapter Three Congrats! ON WITH THE STORY!
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Suddenly, everything went quiet and still.....and...dark. Then, Harry realized that he had closed his eyes when he had begun his journey back in time. He opened his eyes, and was momentarily blinded by a bright light. His eyes began to stream, and he looked down to avoid looking at the strange light again.
Harry turned his head left and right, and realized that he was still sitting under the Beach tree by the lake. Then, he noticed a dull throbbing in his head...apparently when he had opened his eyes his head had collided painfully with the tree trunk. While rubbing the swelling bump, Harry shivered slightly as an icy cold breeze bit at his face. When he looked to the sky, he also noticed that it was clouded over...and the clouds seemed to be growing whiter, threatening snow.
He stretched his legs, and began to stand up...realizing almost too late that he needed to hold onto the invisibility cloak in order not to be seen.
Apparently, Harry had gone back 17 years in time. Precisely one year before Voldermort would...(It felt awkward for Harry to think that)....kill his parents.
Hogwarts seemed smaller, and when Harry turned, he realized that Hagrid's hut hadn't even been built yet. Harry tucked the Time-Turner under his robes, stood up, shivered slightly, and walked off towards the castle.
After silently sneaking inside the Great Hall behind a group of gossiping Hufflepuff's, (Or...Harry thought they were Hufflepuffs at least) Harry instinctively headed off up the marble staircases towards the Gryffindor corridor. When he reached the Fat Lady's portrait, he realized that he had no idea what the password was...so Harry leaned against the cold stone wall, and pulled out his wand and the Marauders Map from his pocket.
Harry tapped the map and whispered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Immediately, a miniature map of Hogwarts and its inhabitants appeared on the old parchment.
A small dot appeared walking up the stairs toward the Gryffindor tower. The guy was somebody by the name of 'Thomas'. Harry continued to lean against the stone wall, and watch the map under his cloak. Thomas finally appeared in the corridor, and walked up to the Fat Lady. He was a skinny boy who looked like he was in third year. Harry guessed that because Thomas was small and rather stocky with vivid red hair that had a striking resemblance to Ron's, and Ginny's, and (Harry thought with a silent smirk) Fred's and George's.
Thomas stopped in front of the Fat Lady, and said, "Hickity Pickity Rotos," and the old portrait swung forward to admit Thomas and Harry into the common room of Gryffindor.
The old common room looked the same, except maybe...less old than it did in Harry's time. Not many people were inside the Common Room...the Christmas holidays had to be approaching Harry thought. He checked to make sure nobody was watching, and Harry crept silently up to the boys dormitories.
If one thing hadn't changed one bit...it was definitely the dormitories. The only difference was different inhabitants than in Harry's time. Silently, Harry smiled to himself...realizing that not everything at Hogwarts had changed between his parents time and his.
But what was he doing up here? Why had he come to this dormitory? His parents had already graduated school. As a matter of fact Lily and James were already married....and far...very...very...far from Hogwarts. Harry realized with a pang why he'd come up to his...future...dormitory.
He found his bed, and pulled up the mattress. There, carved into the wooden frame was two initials...J.P. Harry felt tears coming to his eyes. But there wasn't time to cry. No. He'd get his revenge alright...if it was the last thing he did. Harry replaced the mattress on the frame and covered his fathers initials back up. Well, Lupin wasn't lying when he said James had carved his initials in the frame of his bed. Lupin had also said the Sirius had done the same..but no matter.
After making one hundred checks in the mirror to make sure he could not be seen, Harry crept out of the dormitory...still holding onto the Marauders Map and his wand.
Dinner was in full procession in the Great Hall, so it made it fairly easy for him to sneak in and out with the steady flow of students. However, Harry paused while passing the magnificent teachers table in the front of the Great Hall. Professor Dumbledore sat in the high backed golden chair, along with Professors McGonagall, Sprout, and Snape. (Harry couldn't recognize any of the others....they all looked so much younger...and Dumbledore barely had a beard.) He continued on his journey outside after a few moments, and finally got out of the large doors and onto the grounds.
Harry pulled the cloak off of himself, because it was now dark enough that he could have the cloak on or off...and still not be seen. He walked quickly and quietly out of the Hogwarts grounds, and into Hogsmeade.
Okay...so he was now back in time..first step complete. Time to exterminate the major problem of his life. Harry pulled a frayed and yellowing piece of parchment out of one of the inner pockets in his robes, and sat down on a bench behind the Three Broomsticks.
'Number 17 Godric's Hollow.' Harry apparated with a small crack to the residency of Lily and James Potter.