[DISCLAIMER: And by the way, my name is not Joanne Rowling, so unfortunately Harry Potter does NOT belong to me, though it really is such a shame...
A/N: And here we go again =) The new Prophecy... also thanks to those of you who left me such nice reviews, but honestly 10 reviews for a chapter? (=
For the Poll 2 - so far the results are:
Harry / Voldemort - 29;
Harry / Severus Snape - 4;
Harry / Lucius - 2;
Harry / Tonks - 2;
Harry / Remus - 1;
Harry / Bellatrix - 0;
other option - 1 (a Harry / Blaize was suggested)
so from today I'll leave only the HP / LV ; HP / SS ; and HP / LM (I think they look rather dashing together) pairings;
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(~ss~ - means something is spoken in Parseltongue;
"blah" - speach;
'ergh' - thoughts;
"ano" - spells;
[place] - location & date;
note - mainly notes, letters (basically anything that's written);
{book} - letters, howlers, books (anything that is either spoken or read aloud by the character);
Previously on "Unwrapping Time":
He sat numbly for a long time, silence soothing his nerves. Yet his mind was working furiously. The prophecy orb was now lying in front of him for over an hour and he found himself hesitating.
'Merlin's balls, this is stupid. Potter, get a grip.' - he thought angrily, glaring at the slightly glowing orb - 'This is the chance for your normal life, where the fuck did you leave your Gryffindor courage?'
Some mental scolding helped and gritting his teeth, Harry picked up the orb and activated it, gulping as Sibilla Trelawney's eerie voice filled the small space of the cupboard under the stairs.
and on with the story...
Chapter Seven:
And the World Keeps Changing and Changing... and Changing =)
{'The one who wields the power to vanquish the Traitorous Light shall soon appear. born from the union of the Stag and the Flower, born under the light of the Dog Star. he shall be marked by the Dark Lord as his equal, but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not . the one will chose his path and reshape the world in the process. The one who wields the power to vanquish the Traitorous Light shall soon appear.'}
As Trelawney's voice stopped speaking, the cupboard was once again filled with deadly silence. Harry stared blankly at the orb lying innocently on his lap, as what he just heard made its' way into Harry's mind.
"Fuck!" - he cursed under his breath, not realizing that in his anger he was speaking aloud - "Fred, Remus, Luna, Susan... all those who were killed as a result of Weasley's new laws... all died because of nothing... It's like that old goat set Voldemort on us on purpose..." - he took a shaking breath and made a visible effort to control his raging emotions, so as not to lose control of his magic. With a tired sigh he transfigured some broken toys that were on the shelf of the cupboard into a pen and some parchment and hurriedly scribbled down the verses, trying to make sense of it, so that this time there would be no confusion and no way for Dumbledick to twist things his way.
The one who wields the power to vanquish the Traitorous Light shall soon appear. - 'Well, that's easy... I have the ability to destroy the Traitor of Light... my bet's on Dumbledore'
born from the union of the Stag and the Flower, born under the light of the Dog Star. - 'Stag & Flower... my parents, James and Lily... the Dog Star would be Sirius... note to self, have to find a way to get him out of Azkaban without changing anything major...'
he shall be marked by the Dark Lord as his equal, but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not. - 'Now here is about Voldemort. He tried to kill me and in the process gave me the scar, which transferred some of his powers to me... or not? After all just how much can trust in anything that Bumblebee told me?'
the one will chose his path and reshape the world in the process. - 'So this is most likely what the old goat didn't like... makes sense... Still, I get the choice of what I do... and that choice will somehow influence the entire wizarding world... Essentially I chose Dumbledore last time and now I'm here, knowing that that road is not one I would chose knowing what it would cost...'
Looking at what he wrote down, Harry realized that it finally all made sense. This was not just about himself, Voldemort and Dumbledore. This was about the future of the Wizarding Britain, if not the entire magical community. With another sigh he placed the letter and the orb back into the trunk and pulled out the documents. He had to check them out and see if there was anything that would give him leverage in his struggle against the lemon drop loving headmaster.
After what seemed like an eternity, Harry, who now discovered his full name wasn't even Harry, but Hadrian Ain James, put down the last document. To say that he was angry was like saying that the Cruciatus curse wasn't that bad. He was trying to reign in his temper, but was failing miserably, if the rattling of everything around him was any indication. And then all of the sudden something broke somewhere in the living room.
'Damn it! Now I'll have to deal with those fuckers as well...' - he thought angrily, as he heard Vernon's thumping footsteps above him.
Harry quickly recast his glamour, this time in Parseltongue, to make it stronger and less likely to break. And quickly shrunk down the trunk. He stuffed it into his pocket, near the one he brought with him from his own dimension.
"POTTER!" - was yelled from outside the cupboard. The disguised boy grit his teeth and began walking to the dining room. On the way there it occurred to him, that he did not in fact have to suffer though the abuse again. After all he did have the advantage of being able to use wandless magic. This brought a sly grin onto his face, one that looked a bit out of place on the innocent face of a soon to be 11 years old Harry Potter. Carefully arranging his features into an appropriate blend of fear an confusion, Hadrian (A/N: I decided that Harry wasn't exactly a suitable name for a pureblood lord, so I'll be calling him Hadrian from now on) stepped into Vernon's line of sight:
"You called, uncle Vernon?" - he asked timidly, trying not burst out laughing at the interesting shade of purple that made the walrus look like a mutated beetroot.
The man began yelling at once, advancing at the child, having no idea that for the first time in 10 years, he would not get away with the abuse.
"... WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS FREAKISH STUFF, YOU HEAR ME, BOY?"
For all his yelling Mister Dursley got the coldest glare possible, as Hadrian stared at him, his emerald green eyes narrowed and cold as ice. He didn't even say anything, but Vernon was already shivering slightly. The casually flicked his hand and with a strangled squeak Vernon Dursley shrank down and became a very fat pig.
Hadrian chuckled as he watched the enraged pig squeal at him:
"Well, that look does suit you quite a lot, dear uncle..."
'Wish I could just leave him like that...' - he thought wistfully and headed to the door. It was time to pay Gringotts a visit and finally make some steps to ensure that this time around things would go differently.
[A/N: OK, finally done with this chapter. For some reason turned out to be rather difficult to write.
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