I forgot the disclaimer for Chapter 1, so here it is: I don't own Harry Potter and everything in it.
Thanks to all reviewers!
To answer a question, I'm hoping to keep most of it in Harry's POV, but might have brief sections that aren't, just to compare…And for the record, there won't be much romance beyond hints, if this story comes out anything like what I'm thinking it will.
Chapter 2:
I sighed, wondering what would happen of this and even if I should have just accepted the way things were, but I knew I could not have lived, not knowing whether or not they would have accepted me. That's why I'm here, staring at a map of where my parents and twin live, in order to Apparate there. I suppose I should go, but I'm restrained by this odd feeling of nervousness. I suppose it goes with wondering what someone will think of me for the first time in over a decade. I never cared what anyone thought of me on the streets or at Hogwarts, the place I hated almost as much as the Dursleys' because of their annoying manner of heaping unwanted attention on me and ridiculous expectations. I realize that not everyone is a genius, hidden or not, but their expectations were so low…I stopped myself before getting into another rant. This was supposed to be about me meeting my parents and twin, not what I thought about Hogwarts, though I suppose I'll have to attend again, bugger.
As I had contemplated what to do to get back in contact with my, well – family – I suppose, I had also scanned newspapers in an effort as to not be caught out by something as simple as mentioning something that had not yet happened. I am not sure whether or not I ought to tell them that I was sent to the future. With me in this time, I am already changing what would have happened, and the only one to remember what would have happened had I stayed there will be me. Therefore, it is somewhat pointless to worry them about things that may not happen anyway. I also don't really think that I should tell them about my past more than what I will need, for it is my belief that my twin is just too young to know about that kind of stuff, and I would not reveal information to other sources before my twin. I do suppose I'll seem quite suspicious, but I cannot help whom I am and how I was brought up.
Well, the time has come to meet my doom, or so I'm joking to myself, as I really have no idea what I should say to them. My original plan was just to show up, knock at the door, and announce myself. I'm not sure how well that would work in practice, however well it may work in theory. From here on, I guess I'll improvise until I get time to plan stuff out in ways that might work.
Well, I've just rang the doorbell…since when do wizards have doorbells? ...Either way, I'm not even sure they're here, maybe I should leave and come back when I actually have a plan…
Before I could leave, someone answered the door, someone who looked just like me, except for the eyes. It's almost scary how much we look alike. However, I'm also surprised that he actually 1-answered the door alone, in these times of war, and 2-hasn't freaked out or demanded to know who I am yet. Then again, I guess Tom isn't really extremely likely to just walk up to a door and knock to be let in, these days.
"Who are you and why are you here?" Ah, the sweet sound of music…not. My twin seems somewhat rude, right now, but since he doesn't know who I am and why I'm here, I don't think I'll call him on it yet, though he really should know that it's always important to be polite to possible allies. I'm also somewhat confused as to why my twin answered the door, when such an old family as ours usually has house elves to do that kind of mundane thing.
"I don't suppose you could get your parents for this talk, so I don't have to repeat myself?" I know it's somewhat a useless effort, as I'll have to repeat myself anyway, but I just hope that I can convince them of who I am and that I don't really mean to harm them. During a war, I know that I would automatically be more suspicious than they were, but they hadn't seen the ravages yet, I suppose. I hadn't even seen more wards than the standard to keep out muggles and such.
He – my twin – disappeared for a while, so I suppose that's a good thing, but I can't help but to be nervous about the upcoming talk. If I were them, – but then again, I suppose it's a good thing that I'm not. A few minutes later, an elf (oh, so that's where they were) came to bring me to the sitting room.
Well, I'm sitting in the sitting room (that sounds odd…) and waiting for my (shudder) family to show up. I'm not exactly sure what I should say, it's not like I should just go up to them and tell them that I'm their son that went missing at birth, but I have to get to the point eventually, though. Breaking out of my thoughts, I could hear footsteps coming closer, three sets of footsteps. I think it might be a good thing I chose the weekend to do this, so all of them would be home.
"Might I inquire as to why you are here, mister?" Mrs. Potter, or, as I should be referring to her now, Mom asked, discreetly (or not) inquiring about my name at the same time.
"Ah, about that, that's the reason I'm here," I wasn't too sure what to think about this, or what to say, I mean, what are you supposed to say to family that doesn't know that you exist…?
"Oh? And what would that be?" Mr. Potter, or rather, Dad, asked.
"Um, I'm not really sure how I should put this, but I may have information on someone who went missing around thirteen years ago. Allow me to introduce myself. Harry James Potter, at your service." I smiled, but it was pretty strained. Inwardly, I was just praying that they wouldn't react too badly… I still have scars from my last encounter with 'relatives' that really weren't. By the fact that they haven't said anything yet, I think they might be in shock.
"Prove it," Mom said in a (dare I say it, deadly) whisper. Maybe they weren't in shock, after all, but now I'm still in a bad situation.
"Well, you could check the my birth certificate to see if it matches with my magic…" I suggested slowly. I just hope my signature hasn't changed because of my stupid trip forward in time, courtesy of our oh-so-dear headmaster. Note to self: kill him at first opportunity. Then again, I probably should take care of dear Tom first, so I don't get myself in too big of a mess. As I've been having this inner dialogue-type-thing, Mom went to get what I assumed was my birth certificate, while dear old Dad stayed with his wand pointed at me, ready to do something if need be…which, I dearly hope, won't happen.
A/N: Well, seeing as I'm evil, I think I'll leave this here for now. Sorry it took forever, I've just been so busy this year… I don't know if I'll update anything else soon, but we'll see.
