Author's Note:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters or the wizarding world, or even the central plot of Harry Potter. It is a fantastic work of JK Rowling — I am just playing with them.
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Father-Son Relationship: Harry Potter Sirius Black, Harry Potter Remus Lupin; Brother-Sister: Jane Biggd Harry Potter;
Remus/Nymphadora; Sirius/ Original female character; Ron/Hermione; Harry/Ginny.
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Chapter I
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"Are you sure you want to do this? ... I think if you ask your father enough, be a nice girl and complete your homework, your father will agree to take you. You do not have to go like—"
"You are rambling again Keish," she rolled her eyes at the poor boy and kept walking.
"Oh I know," he said exasperated, "but you don't listen, Jane, you'll get us both into trouble!"
"The fan fest is worth the punishment," she stressed, "and why will you be punished? You are not coming with me."
The young girl walked on, not minding that his companion was growling at her.
The woods were moist with dew and the ground below was a little slippery, "Mind your step." The two were almost at the exit of the woods and Keish just avoided tripping over the lazy spread of roots.
"The train station is just ten minutes walk from here, you can go back now." Said Jane taking the bag he carried for her.
"Oh no no no, I am not going to let you go alone. You are just ten and I am anyway older than you..."
"By three months," said she, "what do you think you can do that I can not?" Keish tried hard to come up with an answer. The day was setting afoot and the sun had risen in a corner of the city. The early birds were chirping above their heads and the darkness troubled them no more.
"I need you to cover for me," she whined. "Make some excuse, maybe I can be back before Dad even knows it. I only need an autograph from Harry Potter..." "Please, please... Please please please..."
"Alright!" he shouted, "but don't get into any trouble," he hesitated for a moment but then nodded to himself and turned around to walk back into the cold aloof woods, back towards his home.
Jane in truth was nervous. She was breaking every major rule her father set forth, all at once. She was running into the fest her father had refused to even hear of... But it was a Harry Potter fan fest! The one she had gotten a special invitation to! And it was her birthday!!
"You are going to be fine, it is just a two-hour train ride, you are a strong and independent eleven-year-old. And Harry Potter will be there. You can do this," she strapped on her bag and walked in the direction of the train station. The sun was not so hidden any longer that there was no roof of tree branches. The warmth of the dawn was pleasant company for the ten minutes of the journey that she had to cover.
Around quarter to ten, the backdrop of the train station was devoid of city-like vitality.
"A ticket for London, please" She was on her tiptoes to collect her ticket. "Oh dear, running a little late," the ticket master said as he hurried her along with the card. She had to run to board it, lest it was scheduled to be off the station in under two minutes. Breathing aloud to her panicking heart, the kid found a wide empty berth and plopped herself onto it. She could see the track running parallel from the window next to her.
Sitting still was a hard task while she had to keep wiping her sweaty hands against her dress. The poor girl could not inhale quickly enough to keep up with the pace of her heart. "Are you on your own?" Jane turned around to see a sweet old lady, sitting on the seat opposite to her.
Jane swallowed but smiled, "I am," she said.
"Aren't you a little young to be alone?" the woman frowned at her, trying to look around and find the parents.
"My dad helped me on the train and mum will be picking me up in London," she supplied, however, the woman did not look placated with the lie.
"Still," smiled the lady, "I would have never let my little ones travel on their own. But how have times changed." Jane just smiled, a little awkward, she turned back to gauge the passing countryside.
Watching the trees go by was surprisingly lulling her to sleep. She groaned and shifted, trying to stifle a yawn and her body curved to lean against the woman sitting beside her. The stiff woman shook a little and little Jane jerked back quickly, "I am sorry."
The trees were slowly converting into far-off buildings or dingy tunnels, and that finally was boring enough that her head rolled back and mouth slightly open, totally unaware.
The woman from before smiled at the girl, poor lad she thought, must have been tired. As London sped closer the train became a little more attentive and in between hustle the lady did not see when the little girl woke up and left. Strange she thought as she exited the train.
Jane woke up from her nap, disgruntled and with a sore neck. There was a tapping on the door, she realised groggily. "I am up Dad," she answered stretching on the small berth and rubbing her eyes. Suddenly she stopped as her brain perceived her surroundings and her memory served with where she should have been.
"This is not the train I was on!" she muttered horrified.
"Are you alright sweetie?" she turned to look at the woman standing in the doorway. Doorway? On a subway? Honestly, where was she? She inhaled but her chest felt as if constricted with not enough space to fill with air.
The woman noticed the shivering in the young lass and hurried forward. "Here here darling, you are fine, take a deep breath," she coaxed the girl, rubbing a soothing hand up and down her back... Jane took a deep breath. She looked around, trying to get her bearings.
"Where am I?" Jane asked the woman as she tried to steady her breathing.
"Why of course, on Hogwarts Express my dear. Did you fall asleep? Are you feeling alright?" the lady enquired.
But Jane had stopped hearing. How could this be? Was she dreaming? Or perhaps this was some people trying to kidnap her. The hysteria sent her into a full-blown panic attack. She looked around the compartment, there was no one else. She tried to focus on the outside but did not recognize anything. "I- You are lying. How do you know I am a Harry Potter fan," she muttered with a little strength.
"Oh dear, you don't look good. Did you say, Harry Potter? Do you know him? Shall I call him?" The cart lady herself was frantic. In years that she had been doing this job she hadn't seen anything like this. Sad, excited, and a bit afraid children came every year. But this little girl, looked like she did not even know where she was and was about ready to faint, "Oh dear, I'll get him for you, then why don't you eat a piece of this chocolate."
The lady handed her a piece of strange-looking chocolate before she hurried out. Jane tried to steady herself, glaring at the chocolate. She wasn't a kid who could be lured by chocolate. Who knows what it was laced with? She threw the piece out of the compartment. She rocked herself, trying to think of something. This did not look like London at all. It seemed like they were in the middle of nowhere. What could she do? She could hear a few voices outside, maybe she could ask them where they were. Maybe someone would help. Oh her father was going to kill her.
Before she could gather herself, the commotion outside increased just before the door to her compartment was flung open. In walked a tall young man with jet-black hair and striking green eyes. He looked around the compartment before his eyes met Jane's.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
"No, no, no," The girl panicked and was turning red. She shook her head violently and rocked back and forth.
Harry did not know what to do. The way the whole scenario was narrated to him was shocking and a little unbelievable. But he nonetheless decided to follow, after all, he was sitting all alone. his friends were busy with their new duties. And glad he did. This girl looked sick, as told on the verge of passing out. He did not know her, however, but currently, that did not matter. After all, people knowing him when he hardly knew anyone wasn't new.
"Hey, take a breath. What's wrong?" he asked in what he hoped was a kind voice.
Jane couldn't believe her eyes. It was not possible. This boy looked just like Harry Potter. But that was impossible, right? Was this part of the fan fest? Had she somehow reached fan fest and fallen asleep? This could not be Harry Potter himself. He was just a character!
"Can you tell me your name?" Harry asked.
"Jane Biggd, I- I don't know where I am," she managed to say, her voice trembling, "What day is this? Is it still 1st September? Am I at Harry Potter fan fest?" She forgot to breathe as she bombarded questions on the poor wizard.
"Woh- Take a breath," he said smiling at her and fighting down the scowl," You are on Hogwarts Express, you will be fine, you are safe. We are just about to reach and yes it is still 1st September." he chuckled softly beside himself. This girl was making him a little bit of a jerk that he had been since the summer. "But what in the Hippogriff's dung is Harry Potter fan fest, "please tell me it's not real." he pleaded.
Despite the strange situation, the girl giggled at the miserable expression, making Harry smile proudly at himself. He just needed to do this till they reached Hogwarts and then he could take her to see Madam Pompfrey. But when has ever his wish come through? The next moment, the half-closed door flew open and the three Prefects entered, making the girl coil again. Harry sneered at them not caring if two of them were his best friends.
"What is happening here?" asked Hermione, ignoring Harry, well that was not something new.
"Been telling stories to scare firsties now, Potter?" Draco asked smugly.
"OUT," roared Harry looking at the girl that was shaking like a leaf. "You are patronizing her." The cart lady came forward to hush them out.
"You can't do that. I am a prefect," said Draco, "ten points Potter-" but Harry had enough. he pulled Ron inside, magically shutting the door on the other two, just missing the murderous look on Hermione.
"NO no no," the girl looked an unhealthy shade of yellow, "Not real! Not possible! It is just a book! Magic not real-" she muttered before finally passing out.
Harry's stomach dropped. He had never been good with fainting spells, and he certainly hadn't expected it from a stranger on the Hogwarts Express. Harry caught her before she hit the floor. "Ron, go and get the head boy or head girl. She needs medical attention," he ordered.
Ron nodded and hurried out of the compartment, not wanting to argue with Harry. In a few minutes, the head boy appeared immediately trying to assess the situation, "What happened here, Mr. Potter?" he asked, his tone stern but concerned.
Harry was still, his mind still reeling from the strange situation. He had seen some strange things in his time at Hogwarts, but this was something else entirely. "I'm not exactly sure. The cart lady found this girl in the compartment, claiming to be lost and confused, she said my name so madam thought that it was best to call me and see if I knew her " Harry explained, still trying to process what had happened.
"Do you know her?" the head boy asked.
"No. She was in the middle of a panic attack when I came in here. I tried to calm her down and it was working but then these three came in," he glared at them. Even Draco's glare in return was panicked. The cart lady quickly came inside, wringing her hands in worry. "Oh my, is she alright?" she asked frantically. Harry nodded, though he wasn't entirely sure himself. "She has just fainted?" he looked towards the head boy to confirm.
The boy nodded, "Yes, I believe it was just a panic attack. But I am not a medi-witch, so I would avoid using magic on her. We'll take her to the infirmary as soon as we reach Hogwarts," he reassured, "In the meantime, let's stay with her and make sure she's alright."
Harry looked sceptical. "We still are about two hours away from Hogwarts? Why don't we just send a message to one of the professors?"
The senior nodded, "And how do you propose we do that, send an owl perhaps. So that they can be ready to transfer her to the infirmary in case she hasn't gained consciousness?" he looked around to confirm.
"Oh! Why don't we just send a Patronus?" Hermione said giddy. Harry frowned at her. "I just read about it in a book that they can be used to send messages, it is same really, you just have to say the message after you produce a Patronus-" she looked excited.
"That is all good Miss Granger, but I have no idea how to produce a Patronus. It is not taught at Hogwarts that is more Auror level-"
"It's okay," said Ron cheekily, "Harry can."
Draco snorted at that, "As if-" The look that blond gave the raven was challenging. Harry gritted his teeth when even the head boy looked like he didn't believe his friends, sniffing a little airily, ("Oh no, that is Aunt Petunia," he cringed) "Expecto Petronum."
He heard the head boy gasp and did not need to look at Draco to see his sour face, thus ignoring the two he continued, looking at Hermione for confirmation and then at the silver stag ready for command. "Go to Professor McGonagall and tell her, There is a first-year student in the Hogwarts Express that has fainted after an anxiety attack. She was confused about where she was and doesn't seem to react well to hearing about Hogwarts. can you please see to it that she is taken to the infirmaryas soon as we reach Hogwarts? We are not sure if we should enervate her. Oh, and She said that her name is Jane Biggd. Thanks, Harry."
The Patronus took off as soon as he ended his awkward letter/note. He heard Hermione giggle behind him. Ron and the head boy looked amused, even Draco was smirking. "Hey come on, it was my first sending a message using Patronus."
"That was neat," said the head boy sticking his hand out, "Dadrean Falconer."
Harry smiled and shook his hand," Harry Potter," he said earning himself a laugh.
"And who doesn't know that?" asked Dadrean.
Harry shrugged, "That is all most of them know." Dadrean laughed again.
"Well, nice to meet you, Heir Potter. I am surprised, you are certainly not as I heard of. Keep an eye on her?" Harry could only nod as the boy made his way out. What was that? He heard Draco sneering, "Pathetic," he said, "So engrossed in muggle life that you don't even care to know about your magical family." Growling at him he stormed out.
"What the heck was that?" asked Harry, shaking his head. Ron looked at him funny. "You don't know?" he asked. Harry was growling now, he ignored them as he calmed himself, crouching down to pick up the girl and settling her onto the berth. "What the fuck I am supposed to know?" he hissed. Ron narrowed his eyes at him instantly pumping him with guilt. But before he could apologise Ron took Hermione's hand in his. "It is important that you know. Padfoot or Dumbledore should explain. We have a patrol duty, and will meet you after you have pulled your head out of your ass." with that he stormed out pulling Hermione along.
Harry looked at the door with a grimace. What the hell is wrong with him? He sighed, he needed to stop shouting like he was at people that mattered. He sat quietly, keeping a watchful eye on the girl, waiting for her to regain consciousness. As time passed, Harry found himself lost in thought. He wondered who this girl, Jane Biggd, was and what had caused her to have such a severe panic attack. He also couldn't help but think about what Ron had said about his magical family. He had never really thought about it before.
Lost in thought, Harry didn't even realize when the girl began to stir. He jumped up, surprised, and rushed over to her side. He gently shook her, "Miss Biggd, can you hear me?" he asked. The girl slowly opened her eyes, confused at first before the memories of her panic attack came flooding back. She sat up slowly, looking around the compartment with wide eyes. "Where am I?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
Harry smiled at her reassuringly, "You're on the Hogwarts Express. Do you remember what happened?" The girl nodded, her eyes filling with tears, "I'm sorry," she said, "I don't understand. I was going to a fan fest of Harry Potter. Please tell me this is just the set of the fan fest. I miss my father," she sniffed.
Harry's heart broke at the girl's words. He had never heard of a fan fest before, but he knew what it was like to miss a parent. He sat down beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"I'm sorry that you're feeling scared and confused right now," he said softly, "But I promise that you're safe here on the Hogwarts Express. You've had a panic attack, but it's over now. We're going to take you to the infirmary as soon as we arrive at Hogwarts."
The girl wiped away her tears, her eyes still filled with fear. "I don't understand what's happening," she said, "Why can't I remember anything?"
Harry frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I don't remember anything before waking up on this train," the girl explained, her voice barely above a whisper. Harry's frown deepened. He had heard of cases like this before, where a person lost their memory due to a traumatic experience.
"Do you remember getting on this train?" he asked her.
"I don't remember boarding this train!" she specified and started crying harder.
"It's okay, shh," he said, " we'll figure it out. Can you tell me anything that you remember?"
Jane looked at the boy in front. He looked so much like the boy described in the books. His eyes were assuring, bright and green and his voice was calming her. Her mind screamed at her that it was true, she was on Hogwarts Express somehow and that this was HARRY POTTER!
"I was going to a fan fest. It is my birthday and I wanted an autograph of Harry Potter- I mean Daniel Radcliffe who plays Harry Potter. Dad does not even know," she cried. "Please, what date is it?"
Harry was at a loss, was she even making sense- "It is fine," he assured her, "I am sure Madam Pompfrey can help, she is amazing," he smiled. "How about I show you the time and date, some magic spell before Hogwarts?" he smiled at her, "Tempus."
16:30, September 1, 1995
Jane's eyes widened in shock as she saw the date. It couldn't be possible, could it? She had no memory of the past few days, but surely she would remember if she had gone back in time.
"Cool right?" he grinned but it vanished as soon as he saw her wide eyes, "Is everything okay?" Harry asked, concerned.
"I...I don't understand," Jane stammered, "This date...it's not possible."
Harry looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"
Jane took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Today is my 11th birthday," she said slowly, "But...it's September 1, 1995. That's impossible. It's supposed to be 2009."
Harry's eyes widened in shock as he heard her words. He didn't know what to say. Time travel was possible, but it was extremely dangerous and not something that was taken lightly. He knew that this was something that Dumbledore would need to be informed about.
"Okay, we need to get you to Dumbledore, I- I should tell Ron and Hermione," as Harry went into stress mode, he failed to notice that the train had come to a halt miles before Hogwarts. Before he could form his thoughts properly, the head boy accompanied by Professor McGonagall entered the compartment.
"Oh good, you are up," smiled Dadrean, "you had us, worried little miss, see Professor McGonagall was so worried that she rushed here," he teased her lightly. Harry for once liked the choice for a head boy.
"I'll take it from here Mr. Falconer. Thank you," McGonagall said dismissing him. Dadrean simply smiled at her before leaving.
Harry looked at Professor McGonagall with a mixture of relief and anxiety. He knew that Jane's situation was not something that should be taken lightly.
"Professor, there's something that we need to tell you," he began, "Jane here has just told me that she's from the future."
McGonagall raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Really? And how, may I ask, did she come to be in the past?"
"We're not sure," Harry admitted, "She doesn't remember anything before waking up on the train."
"Miss Biggd, I am Professor McGonagall," she introduced herself to Jane, "Can you tell me what happened? Do you remember anything?"
Jane nodded, tears welling up in her eyes again, "I was going to a Harry Potter fan fest for my birthday. And now I'm here, and it's still my birthday. But...it's not the right year. I don't know what happened."
Professor McGonagall's expression softened, "I see. Well, I'm afraid we have a lot to discuss. But first, let's get you to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey will take care of you."
As they made their way out of the compartment, Harry could feel the weight of the situation settling on his shoulders. Time travel was not something to be taken lightly. He knew that they would need to keep Jane's situation a secret, at least until they could figure out what had happened and how to fix it.
As they walked out, McGonagall turned towards Harry, "Thank you Mr. Potter but I'll take it from here."
Harry frowned and bit his tongue, "Can I please accompany you, professor? She is anxious and more so around new people. I think I can help."
"Yes please," murmured the girl and Harry wondered if they too looked that young in their first year. She looked scared and tired and just too young.
McGonagall features softened, "I am sorry Mr. Potter. But I think it is best that you arrive with everyone else, with the group!" she tried to put her point across. But Harry just frowned.
"Oh!," said Jane rubbing her eyes, " Is it because of that evil Umbridge?"
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, "How do you know about Professor Umbridge dear?"
"I read about her in Harry Potter books."
The Professor looked more confused, "I don't think there is any mention of Umbridge in books of Harry Potter."
"No there is," insisted Jane. Her lower lip wobbled, "It is in Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix," she cried, "but you wouldn't have read it. They were all released after 1998."
"There are books like that in future?" asked Harry in a hushed voice. Not willing to believe that something like this stupidity would continue in the next decade.
"Ahaan," nodded Jane, "7 books about 7 years of Hogwarts, well but the -" she frowned at the professor "I want to say something, but I can not."
"Then I suppose you are not meant to," she tried to smile. "Harry this is bigger than I thought. I need to take her to Hogwarts immediately. You need to keep your head down. Chocolate clusters, come to the Headmaster's office after the feast, please try to be discreet." she said sternly but softly. Harry was stumped out hearing his first name instead of Mr Potter that he stood frozen while McGonagall took Jane and flew off with her towards Hogwarts. 'Can this day be more strange?'
Harry watched Professor McGonagall and Jane disappear into the distance, his mind began to race with thoughts of what could be happening at Hogwarts. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. "Did that girl regain consciousness?" Harry turned and to his shock saw Draco standing behind him. Did Malfoy care?
"Yes," he replied curtly. Draco seemed to be satisfied with that and turned to leave. "Wait," called Harry. Harry could see the hand of Malfoy tightening around his wand. Harry raised a brow, smirking at the blond, "Relax just wanted to ask something, " when Draco did not seem keen to speak, Harry continued, "What did you mean when you said I know nothing about the Potter family?" He asked curtly.
Draco smirked, "Well," he drawled, "do you?" he challenged. "You just seem to be content to think that the Wizarding world is just Hogwarts, Diagon Alley or that Weasel's house. Do you even know about your ancestral house? About wizarding culture, and practices? I'll be shocked if you know your parent's middle name." Harry's ears turned red in response, "Pathetic Potter," sneered Draco, "worse than a muggle-born, do you care about your stature in society?"
"I don't like my fame-" Harry grunted through clenched teeth.
Draco walked closer to Harry, his eyes glinting with something that Harry couldn't quite decipher. "Oh, No one cares for your dud fame," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're still famous. You are still Heir to the Ancient and Noble Family of Potter. And that means something to people like me." "It means power," he whispered. "And power is everything in this world."
Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew he should be angry at Draco's words, but he was too shocked and a little embarrassed.
"How could I know when no one would tell me? When everyone behaves as if I should already know," said Harry gaining his confidence back.
"Oh poor Potter," snarled Draco, "no one told the baby what his name meant. What did his family mean to the wizarding world? Grow up Potter, no one will pity you because no one told you. Did you ever ask? Try to find out. When people behaved as if you are disrespecting them, did you stop to ask? Oh for Slytherin's sake did you check the library at Hogwarts even- for I know at least 10 books that have your ancestors mentioned. Not you, your family." He sneered at him, "What did you think you were doing when you rejected to shake my hand on that first day?"
Harry frowned and glared, he did not want to admit that he was feeling pathetic inside, "I rejected your friendship," he said simply but that was not the right answer. Draco spewed venom through his eyes, "You are truly pathetic Potter," he said, before turning and leaving.