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Harry panicked, "But WAIT!" he called after her, opening the door, again, "I still have some que-" but she was gone and couldn't answer any of his questions. How in the world was he going to figure this one out? He never seemed to get a break. Never. It was always one thing after another. A quiet life wouldn't ever be in his grasps, and he frowned at the thought of it.
Harry sighed and just then, his whole head started aching with such ferociousness, his knees sank to the floor. Pictures were fluttering across his mind in rapid speed. He felt as if he was in another occlumens lesson with Snape, except this time, the images were pouring into his brain instead of merely being looked at. They were so blurred, he couldn't make any of them out.
One scene suddenly stopped before his eyes. THIS was familiar. He was age 11 and at Kings Cross Station holding a train ticket that said, "Platform 9 ¾." This was the day he would make his journey to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was the day he would find a real home where he was always welcome. Harry watched his memories as his 11 year-old self searched for the platform and asking the guard if he could tell him where it was. The guard, of course, thought he was making jokes and sent him away, leaving the young Harry alone with his trunk and beloved owl, Hedwig.
Harry waited for his younger self to notice the Weasley's. When he did, he remembered himself contemplating on whether or not he should ask them how to get onto the platform as he saw Percy run into a barrier, only to see muggles blocking his view. The older Harry noticed a difference in this scene. Instead of going to ask for their help, his younger self kept watching until he actually saw the Weasley's actually running into the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Deciding that this is what he should do, he copied their movements, running to the barrier and bracing himself incase he didn't go through.
After successfully getting onto the platform, Harry's memories blurred by a little until he found his same 11 year-old self sitting in a compartment by himself on the Hogwarts Express. The door slid open, and the older Harry smiled, expecting to see Ron, but only to widen his eyes in utter shock when he saw the 11 year-old Draco Malfoy and his companions, Crabbe and Goyle. Harry watched as Malfoy introduced his friends. "This is Crabbe and this Goyle," he said point to either side of him. "I remember meeting you on train. Do you mind if we sit here? Everywhere else is full."
More scenes went through his mind. He saw his younger self along with Draco as the blonde-haired boy made fun of the Weasleys before the sorting ceremony. Harry thought he was going to be sick. He did nothing to stop it, as Malfoy was the first one to offer friendship and kindness, no matter what his views were. To his horror, he saw himself being placed into the Slytherin House.
His school days were spent lounging in dungeons. He, Draco, and Blaise fought for the Sorcerer's Stone. Blaize was excellent at Wizards chess, Draco was as good at Potions as Hermione was. Harry had successfully gotten the stone before the Quirrel/Voldemort could. Dumbledore had tried to explain what had happened leaving out details mentioning that he was too young to know everything. That was when his Slytherin instincts told him not to trust the long-bearded man having given him the cold shoulder from then on.
Harry and Draco figured out The Chamber Secrets. Blaise thought Harry to be the heir of Slytherin and rooted him for it, but didn't want to be near him much that year. This time around, Draco had no clue that his father, Lucius had slipped Voldemort's diary to the youngest Weasley, Ginny. Harry and Draco went into the chamber only to find the 16 year-old Tom Riddle keeping the red-haired girl as his life resource. Together, Draco and Harry battled the basilisk, never letting go ever their wands. When the giant snake fell in defeat, some of the beastly fangs were forced out and Harry took one to stab the diary in it's mere heart, again, defeating the powerful dark wizard.
Then they and Blaise were at it, again, in 3rd year setting Harry's Godfather free. Hermione Granger's cat had caught rat that was Peter Petigrew, handing him over to Sirius. Harry did not hesitate into believing him this time and Peter Petigrew was handed over to dementors. Sirius was cleared of all charges and was free to roam as he wanted. Though Sirius was a little disappointed that Harry was in Slytherin, they wasted no time in getting to know each other, reliving Sirius' memories of Harry's father, James. Harry was able to live with his Godfather at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, happy to have some sort of kind parent and never having to go back to the Dursley's.
As Peter Petigrew didn't come running to Voldemort to aid him, Voldemort was forced to use Bertha Jerkins who accidentally ran by hiding place. He tried to posses her as he did with Quirrel, only this time he wasn't on the back of her head. No, it only seemed as if it was REALLY her on the outside, but the dark wizard was on the inside. He was merely only trying to possess her, but it came to an advantage! Her mind was filled with secrets that were useful to him. A Triwizard Tournament and Bartemous Crouch Jr? As planned, Harry had been selected for the tournament and had fallen into the graveyard to witness the returning of Voldemort. Barty Jr. had given the sacrifices, having left his position as impersonating Mad-Eye just in time. Harry had, indeed, came back to Hogwarts, in the end, clutching the body of poor Cedric Diggory. A sad year that was, indeed.
In 5th year, Draco was the one telling him he should be teaching a Defense Against the Dark Arts since Umbridge wasn't doing them any good. The older Harry thought this weird seeing as how the young Malfoy's father was definitely a Death Eater. However, he remembered Draco confiding that he didn't want to be anything like his father, let alone a conniving Death Eater. The 5th year Harry immediately thought that teaching a class would be his ideal form of attention. Thus, Dumbledore's Army was created (but only to scare the stupid Minster, Fudge). Harry was visiting his Godfather for Christmas, telling him about his nightmares, having mentioned a red-haired man being attacked by a snake a couple of weeks before. Of course, Arthur Weasley was saved. Sirius had given Harry a mirror that would allow conversation to between them incase Harry ever wanted to talk to him. As Harry was in Slytherin house, Snape was all too willing to give him Occlumency lessons. Harry was mastered, but it didn't stop him from seeing that one image of his Godfather being tortured by Voldemort at the Mystery of Departments. Harry, Draco, and Blaise went to ministry that night and fought the Death Eaters from getting Harry's prophecy. The Order of the Phoenix soon joined them and Draco stunned his Aunt Bellatrix right before she cast that fatal curse at Sirius. Sirius lived and as Draco and Blaise were exposed to going against the Death Eaters, they lived with Harry in hiding.
In 6th year, Draco, Harry, and Blaise never went back to school but decided to run from the wizarding world all together. In fact, they ran from the country and came to New York City where they forged citizenship, ages, and names with magic. Since then, all three of them had been accepted into law school where they planned to obtain a career as detectives. They had moved into a three room apartment, having gotten as much gold traded for muggle money as they could. Each were working at part-time jobs as they went school. Harry had met a girl in a class and had been quite taken with her. Her name was Megan and she was the very girl in the photography on the present Harry's dresser. Each boy had decided that magic was too much of a risk to use, and hadn't used it since they had gotten settled in New York.
Now, it was two years later since the fight at the Ministry of Magic and here Harry was in his second year of law school, and everything was completely different from Harry's original past. He had different friends, a different life-style, and he was a different person. The Harry in this situation had a personality that consisted of superiority and was somewhat conceited. Not only was everything different, he was almost sure that Voldemort was still alive and everybody who had counted on him was now let down and possibly dead. This was all because he didn't meet that red-haired boy on the train to his first day at Hogwarts.