Chapter 4 when the past and future collide
Harry Potter thought he was dreaming; here, in Grimauld place, floors below him in the kitchen, were his dead parents, accompanied by their best friends (Harry noticed that Wormtail was missing). Was he hallucinating? Surely he was dreaming. He should say something and go downstairs. But thought better of it, because he didn't want to say anything if he surely was hallucinating.
The atmosphere was so awkward, that when Fred sneezed everyone turned violently around. Finally James had a brave attempt at conversation (to impress Lily more than everything else). He was thinking--hey how could that be?-weren't his thoughts voiced aloud. Clearly, the teens from the past noticed too.
"Er-- Older Sirius-how come are voices aren't voiced aloud anymore?
"As to that, one can only guess"
"WOW!! As an adult you sound Serious,"
All the boy teens started laughing. Then, some filibuster fireworks started to go off because water was knocked aside, into James's pocket. The fireworks went upstairs;
"I'll get my fireworks"
"James, NO"
But it was too late; James was already climbing the stairs getting his fireworks.
James pushed open the door that the fireworks went in. He went inside, when he thought a mirror was in the room, but turned out to be his--er--son gaping at him.
He ran his son ran downstairs where there was a man; Albus Dumbledore. Everyone (except Dumbledore) was wearing a blank , confused look on their face--like they just woke up from being stunned. Finally, Dumbledore looked calmly into Harry's face, and said "obliviate'', he did the same with James.
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