Sorry bout the delay. The original document for this was deleted, so I decided to rewrite, and then decided to rewrite it again :D. Anyway, I don't own Potter. I had a different beginning, but I wasn't sure which one would suit better, so if anyone wants to read that, you can request through reviewing/PMing (especially if you thought -like I did- that the beginning I have posted up is a tad silly xD). But I do appreciate the alerts and favorites added to my story.
Harry soon awoke to a dimly lit room. He felt a crisp cool blanket spread over him, and realized his clothes were changed to ones you'd find in a hospital. Vaguely, he could make out two figures on either side of him, but they were unrecognizable and their backs were to them as they were laying on beds nearby. Then he realized that he himself was also laying on a bed.
"Muffliato." A familiar voice called out, and suddenly flashes of what had recently happened came through Harry's mind. But taking a deep breath, he forced out the images. He couldn't think of how he failed everyone by letting close people to him die. He failed Hermione, Dumbledore, Tonks, Lupin, and for what? Tears threatened to form and fall down his cheeks, but he angrily turned to face the voice.
"Fred?" He asked quietly. A small weak chuckle sounded from the bed to his right.
"Silly Harikens."
"That's not Fred"
"That's George!"
Harry almost wanted to call them pathetic, but the ghost of his smile and their silly joke began to lift his spirits.
"Why do you look different?"
"Eloise Midgen wasn't the only teenager to use Glamour spells."
"We decided,"
"As a quick plan"
"To disguise the three of us for a brief period"
"As Frederick, Gregory, and Harrison Weatherby."
"This way"
"Once we figure out at what point in time we have came too"
"We will not terrribly change anything that happens in it."
At one point Harry stopped listening to them as twins, rather simply as one person. He nodded.
"So where are we?"
"Well Harrikens, obviously we are the Hospital Wing."
"And the when would be sometime before the 80s"
"Because instead of a slimy Dungeon bat"
"We were greated by jolly old Sluggie" Harry could hear the grin in their voices.
"And it appears we have arrived some time in August considering the weather is to hot for July."
Silence filled the room as footsteps could be heard approaching the three beds. Harry closed his eyes and pretend to be asleep as the spell was cancelled.
"Ah so these are the boys you found outside on the grounds?"
"Yes Headmaster, we have no idea who they are, but it appears to be that they are not Pure Blood considering there is no one Pure Blood who has the name Weatherby. Most likely they are muggle born but I have never seen them before at Hogwarts so they cannot be graduates from here. They apparently had arrived by mistaking, having intended to Apparate to Hogsmeade. But I insisted they stay here at Hogwarts considering we have the extra space." Professor Slughorn had sounded out of breath, as though he was still panting from running around the castle
"And Madame Pomfrey has agreed to attend to their rather odd injuries from Apparation?"
"Indeed Headmaster."
"Interesting. Let her know as soon as they are well enough to move about, that they are to be moved to the guest quarters. Argus will help them find them." At this point Harry had actually started to drift off into sleep, their mutterings fading into nothing.
It was an interesting dream he experienced. One in which six children were skipping around him arguing with one another. One was a girl, and had familiar green eyes to his, with fiery red hair to match. Lily. Another had a curtain of greasy black hair, with dark black eyes to match. He was chatting animatedly with Lily, and Harry recognized the younger version of Snape instantly. Four boys grouped together, James, Remus, Sirius, and Wormtail. They all seemed to have a mischievous expression on their faces, obviously describing a prank they intended to do. All of sudden they turned to him their bodies morphing into Professor Trelawney who seemed to be in a trance.
"A chance.
Chance for the emerald eyed to regain that which he deserves.
Chance for him to live a second life.
Watch carefully however.
A curse will grow and a choice made.
Light or Dark, he must not stray!"
The room started to spin and blurs of colors, fiery red, emerald green, raven black, and tabby grey, formed into one indistinguishable color and Harry woke up falling to floor, gasping for air.
Pieces of the dream were fading rather quickly but Harry still remembered the Prophecy.
"Mr. Weatherby what in heavens name are you doing?" The tall strict figure that was Madame Pomfrey stood over him, and he breathed deeply, shocked at where he was.
Two figures joined them, and he noticed that no longer did Fred and George have red hair, but a more subtle brown one. They had hazel eyes, but still even though he didn't recognize them for a second, he saw a trace of their old personalities. The three of them helped him get to his feet and Madame Pomfrey clucked disapproving. He managed to face her without the twins help, and nearly came to her height.
"Well the Headmaster said you could leave. But that doesn't mean that while you stay here at Hogwarts I won't be checking on you!" She began to rant about how unfair it was she had impatient patients, but they bolted out of the Hospital Wing before she could start and knocked into the pleasant figure of Argus Filch. Harry fell for the second time that day, but got up by himself. Noticing that Filch's scowl deepened when he saw what a mess they were, only made it more urgent to kick Mrs. Norris when he was out of site. Slowly the three of them followed the Caretaker down the hallways and to a wooden door that looked like it hadn't even been knocked on in a few few years. Filch opened the door, allowed them to go in, before going into a boring monotone.
"These are your guest quarters. Stay in here for the time being, unless requested to help around the castle." And then he left them to examine the room, muttering things about a an old fool and being stuck with more people when there were already to many. Fred made a face at his retreating back while George and Harry examined the room they'd be staying in.
The room was strangely not as dusty as the door, but it was plain and simple. The walls were a stone gray and the floor a boring brown. A fireplace was adjacent to the door. There were three beds, a bathroom, and a kitchen area for mini snacks. Fred flopped onto the bed, looking boredly at the ceiling while using his wand to conjure a fan.
"We need to see Dumbledore." He said, wiping sweat from his face.
"Yes well, we have no idea which part of the castle we are on. So unless you happen to have discovered a secret passage right next to our room that leads directly into the Headmaster's Office, we are stuck here." Harry said dejectedly. There was silence for a few moments and he looked over at the twins. They both had apparently realized sometime, and from the looks of their faces they had a of leaving
I promise the next chapter will in fact be longer! I'm progressively trying to get larger and larger when it comes to chapters. Also, if you want to read the alternate first chapter, I can post it next, but you have to leave a request in a review/PM, else I'll assume everyone's fine with the chapter up already.