Chapter 2

The Sands of Time

He picked the book up. It was beautifully decorated, the gold lacy around the edge, it was beckoning him, calling him. He took the front cover in his hand and turned. A gold light shone bright. He dropped the book onto the floor, however it didn't close, the warm cold light still shone, the light glowed. But the warmness was wearisome, the hope was faded, it was to unreal, and it was daunting. He fell to the floor while backing away, and saw, coming from the light, a woman, a genie. She was wispy however she was not like anyone he had seen on the muggle television.

The genie was in a lacy and black cloak, she had a traditional hat, for wizards, and had a black skirt on. She was moving towards him, carried by the wind. The light dimmed and she spoke. She spoke in a voice that was soft and gentle, yet powerful and endearing.

"I have seen your soul, Harry Potter," she stopped moving and Harry decided to use the pause to get up and sort out his clothes, "You wish to see people you can't remember, you wish to relive, and you wish to blossom once more. But you also wish to blossom in a field of daffodils. You wish to be protected; you wish to never have to live in a field of thorns again, that your life has been wrecked once, you wish to relive.

"I warn you though. The fact is that once a wish is performed, no-one, or nothing , can be done to change it. You will be trapped in the wish. It will bound you, once done you cannot go back. Think on it before you wish."

"I wish not that I live in this world. My horrors of the past still conform of my life, the rules that I may never get true happiness. True happiness can only be achieved through sheer rebirth, through the existence of my parents, and never be the loss of Serious. Please I need this."

"Wishes always come true, however they may not come true in the way you want. Be careful, anything may happen, you may wish for better, but worse may come."

"I wish…" he thought for a moment, then after pondering he said, carefully, "I wish my parents never died, that they would live, that I grow with parents?"

"Your wish is made, and now I go, for three strikes then it will be, three rings and you will relive your life, with your parents in it, you will relive the worst day of your life, and then the rest of your life, with your parents by your side."

She left.

Harry was now on the long sofa in the front room. He was pondering of what had happened, was it good, unfortunately until three strikes he would not know. What is the three strikes. Is it that he must make three mistakes?

He picked up the book, he was half way through it, on page 312. It was a good book, on the origins of time, and the Lost Sands of it. The author however had made it, not knowing what the Sands of Time do, or what they are. It was 9:30, and he was tired. He read on:

"The Sands of Time, I must disclose, are some of the most unpredictable requirements in the world. The origins are unsure, but I may be able to tell you that they came from Babylon. The time they were made is the time that Human, and Magical, development came. So I conclude from this that they were created by both Humans and Magicians. Of what they are I only know that they are hidden. Hidden in one of the least expected places anyone would imagine. They are hidden in an object, an object that is and must be the owner and father of time itself. They are the last and final Suffering, and only those who control it are truly able to control their destiny."

Harry thought over this one paragraph, thinking. He thought over the line "Hidden in one of the least expected places anyone would imagine", where that could be. However his thoughts drifted into dreams. He dreamt of it. It drilled into his mind.

He was on a windswept desert, the sand blowing into his face. He looked around. There was something in the ground, gold glinted into his eyes. The painted, rolling hills were starting to fade for some reason, and then he saw it. A swarm of wasps was coming. It was quicker than quick, speeding there way, drilling into the air. They swarmed around him and then, as he screamed.

He woke. He was still in the same place, the book flat against his chest, the light very dim, he looked at the clock, the second hand was only a few seconds of three, and then it clicked. As the clock dimmed once he prepared for anything, it dimmed twice, and then…

The genie appeared again. It swarmed a cloud around him. He could barely see her. And then he fell, through the fabric, the fabric of time.

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