Well here is the second chapter for those that reviewd me. Thank you. The one that wanted Harry/Draco sorry but at the moment that will not happen with this story, sorry. I hope you all like it. It isn't set in the time of the marauders either. So happy reading guys and gals. Please review me!
Time Paradox
Chapter Two: The Landing
An unconscious Harry landed with a dull thud and a sharp crack. His right arm was twisted beneath him; a bone was showing through the green material of his shirt. Blood slowly started to pool underneath him. Bruises began to appear on his pale skin. Unaware of where he was, or how he was, he lay still on the floor of the deserted and dimly lit Great Hall.
Tom Riddle was the Head Boy at Hogwarts; he was also in his last year, before going out into the world as a fully trained wizard. He was once again making the rounds of the castle, making sure everything was alright, and that there were no students wandering about. His last stop before retiring to his room for the night was the Great Hall. Pushing open the huge doors, he walked into the dimly lit room. He saw a young man lying on the floor not far from the doors; in the dim light he could see a small, but growing pool of blood underneath him.
He rushed over to the young man and called for the lights to be brought up more. The room lit up brightly, as he knelt beside the boy. He noted that the young man's breathing was shallow. He skin was pale, showing signs of blood loss. There were also the beginnings of a bruise forming on the pale right cheek. Tom didn't recognize him as a Hogwarts student he wasn't wearing a uniform, just black trousers and a green shirt that was slowly being covered in blood.
He took off his outer robe and gently wrapped it around the young man. He gently turned him, so he was lying on his back and with careful hands lifted him up. He walked through corridor until he reached the Hospital Wing. Walking over to one of the beds, he gently laid his burden down, covering the now shivering young man up. He walked away, trying to find the medi-witch Madame Rose Parker (Or Rosy to most), who was a loveable witch with a smile ready for anyone who came through the Hospital Wing doors.
He walked into the well lit office; she was sitting there reading a book. She always stayed late in case of a student getting hurt on a late night walk. "Madame Rosy, I found someone in the Great Hall. He is hurt," Tom said, as the midi-witch looked up at him.
She smiled warmly at him and got up from her chair. "Well, let's go and have a look at him them." She followed him to where the mysterious young man lay.
Tom looked down at the young man and asked with concern lacing his voice, "Will he be alright Madame Rosy?"
"Yes, he had some bruises, and blood loss. His arm will be fine, and so will his ribs, though he will need to take it easy for a few days," she reassured Tom, as she started to cast spells to heal Harry's broken arm, and mend the cracked ribs.
Harry's eyes fluttered, as he went from unconsciousness to sleeping. "I've never seen him before in Hogwarts," Tom said softly to the medi-witch.
"Well if that is the case, then you best go and find Headmaster Dippet and Professor Dumbledore," she told him, as she then went to the store cupboard and got out a salve for the bruises that were mainly on his right side, and a potion to help with the blood loss.
He gave a last glance towards the bed where Harry was asleep, and answered, "Yes Madame Rosy." He walked away from the bed and out of the Hospital Wing to find the headmaster and the deputy headmaster.
Tom went to the headmaster's office and the deputy headmaster's office and neither of them were in their offices. He started to wander round the corridors looking for them both. He started to head towards the Astronomy tower, starting to climb the steps, he saw Professor Dumbledore going up the next flight of stairs.
Tom broke out into a run and tried to catch up with Dumbledore, he started to shout, "Professor Dumbledore!"
Professor Dumbledore heard Tom's shout and stopped on the stairs and turned to face the young man. "What is it Tom," he asked when Tom had caught up with him.
Tom stood for a moment, to catch his breath, and then answered, "I was doing the round and I came across a young man in the Great Hall, he was hurt. I've taken him to the Hospital Wing."
Dumbledore motioned his hands for them both to start moving back down the stairs. "What house does the young man belong to Tom," he asked, as they headed for the Hospital Wing.
Tom looked at him and replied, "He isn't any student from here professor. I've never seen him before."
Dumbledore thought for a moment and told Tom, "Go and find Headmaster Dippet, he was in the teacher's lounge a few moments ago. If he isn't there then he will be on his way back to his office."
Tom nodded his head and left Professor Dumbledore to carry on towards the Hospital Wing. "Yes sir."
Tom went towards the teacher's lounge and knocked loudly on the door. There was the sound of foot steps coming from the other side, the door opened with a creak and headmaster Dippet stuck his head out. When he saw Tom he came out of the room and stood in the hall.
Tom smiled apologetically and explained, "Sorry for the disturbance Headmaster, a young man was found in the Great Hall, the thing is he isn't a student here. He was also hurt; I took him the Madame Rosy."
"Well, let's go see him then," Dippet said, as he and Tom started to walk towards the Hospital Wing in silence.
They entered the hospital wing to see Professor Dumbledore and Madame Rosy talking quietly. Tom looked at the bed where he had laid the young man, he was still asleep, but was now dressed in a Hospital garment. The blankets lay thick on him, keeping him warm on the cold winter night.
Headmaster Dippet walked over to the two. "Has he awaken at all Albus, Rosy," he asked when he reached them.
Madame Rosy shook her head and informed them both, "He is recovering from what ever he has gone through; he will awaken when he is ready."
The nodded their heads in acceptance and started to go away from her and the young man sleeping on the bed. "Oh Tom, you can go to your room now," Headmaster Dippet told him when he spotted Tom.
Tom nodded his head slightly and replied, "Yes headmaster, have you found anything out about him?" (You've already got the whole replied, meaning you don't need to put asked)
"No, he has not awoken yet, it will more then likely be tomorrow when does," Professor Dumbledore answered Tom.
The three split up with Tom going towards the dungeons where his room lay, and the two teachers went to the Headmaster's office, to talk some more about their mysterious visitor.
Morning came, headmaster Dippet and Professor Dumbledore made their way towards the Hospital Wing. The young man was still sleeping; the sun had not hit his bed yet. They went to find Madame Rosy; she was once again in the little office reading her book. She looked up from her book when she heard the movement of footsteps coming into her office.
Headmaster Dippet was the first to speak. "Rosy, will it be possible to wake him and talk to him," he asked, smiling softly at the middle aged witch.
She nodded and led them to where Harry was still sleeping. "Yes, but if he gets too agitated then I will ask you to leave."
Professor Dumbledore smiled. "We know you would Rosy, but we do need to know how he came to be here," he said, as he glanced at her.
They woke Harry up, it took him a bit, for he slowly became aware of where he was and said mournfully, "In the Hospital Wing again."
Dippet sat down on the bed and said cheerfully, "Hello there young man, it seems as if you know where you are. I do not recall you as being a student here."
Harry looked at the man sat on his bed, it was a blurry figure. "Erm... where are my glasses," he asked them. Another blurry figure approached and handed him them. He looked around him now that he could see clearly and told them, "I don't know you two, but you're Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts."
Dippet looked at the young man and said, "Albus isn't headmaster, I am and that is Madam Rosy, the medi-witch here."
Dumbledore looked thoughtful at him and gently asked, "What year is it?"
Harry looked up at his headmaster and said, "It's Christmas 1998."
Headmaster Dippet gently informed him, "No young man, it's 1944, though it is near Christmas. You have around 20 days left."
Harry's eyes went wide and whispered softly, "That's not possible, it's 1998, and I'm in my seventh year at Hogwarts."
"May we ask your name," headmaster Dippet said gently, as he put a comforting hand on the shocked young man's shoulder.
Harry shook himself and replied, "Oh sorry Headmaster, its Harry James Potter."
Dumbledore and Dippet looked at one another and they talked with their eyes to one another. They both nodded, and Headmaster Dippet spoke, "Well, I will get in touch with you relatives from this time period, I take it you would rather keep you name," he said, looking at the green eyes.
Harry nodded his answer; Dumbledore got up and said, as he started out of the door. "I will talk to Simon Potter now about it." Then he added, "I think he will take you into his family easily he has a son your age."
Harry and Headmaster Dippet continued to talk, as Madam Rosy went about her business, on occasion coming over and giving the young man a potion or two, to help his healing body. It was four hours later that Dumbledore came back with him was a middle aged man. The came to his bed and sat down.
Professor Dumbledore smiled at Harry reassuringly and said, "This is Simon Potter, Harry, Simon this is Harry Potter, what I have already told you must stay secret; you understand, Simon?"
Simon nodded his head and the he spoke in a soft voice, "Yes Albus I understand, Harry I must say welcome to my family. I have gotten papers already done today that you have been adopted by me, I will be telling Richard, my son that you are a distant Potter relative and your parents have just died alright Harry," he explained gently to Harry.
"Yes sir I understand, I will keep that as to what I tell people, but what do I tell them about where I'm from and what school I went to," he questioned, grateful to the stranger.
"Tell them that you were home schooled by your mother, Marie. Your accent is from London, so that's where you lived as well, okay Harry," Simon answered him, hoping that he hadn't confused him.
Harry nodded making sure to remember what he had been told. "Right sir, and thank you for doing this, you don't even know me."
Simon smiled at him and said, "I am a very good judge of character, and when I walked through the door, I could see you were someone of notice. So welcome to the family son."
Harry smiled up at him, Headmaster Dippet, though not wanting to spoil the moment. "Well then Harry, when you are able to come out of the Hospital Wing, you shall be sorted into your house. So we shall see you all soon."
They all got up and started to leave the Wing, Simon turned and said before he left, "Oh and Harry you'll be coming home with us for Christmas. I will set up an account for you. So you can get school things and that, and call me Simon."
Harry nodded his head gratefully and said, "Thank you sir... Simon."
If Harry was born in 1981, the chamber was opened a second time in Halloween 1992 though the year 1993, it is Tom's seventh year and his sixth was fifty years from the 90's meaning that was 1942-1943, so it's 1943, almost 1944. Meaning Harry's at the end of 1943.
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