Chapter 2: Curiouser and curiouser.

Thoughts

"Talking"

"Parseltongue" speech

Parseltongue thoughts

A/N Chapter 2 here! Hopefully this is a bit better written than chapter 1. On with it then!

Enjoy! P.s I still need those names so anyone that could help me out? Please!

I don't own Harry Potter. Sorry if the facts don't fully match up; I'm doing this mostly from memory.

It was too bright, too loud and everything hurt, Harry had only just regained consciousness and he felt as if his senses were under attack. His glasses were missing and any attempt at locating them had failed so far. He could feel sharp sticks biting into his back through his thin pyjamas. I'm in a forest and it's daytime but it was late at night just minutes ago. He must have been unconscious for a long time but if that was the case then why had no one come looking for him? Harry opened his eyes slowly so that they would adjust to the light then he tried to sit up. Pain erupted hard and unforgiving in his upper left arm, shoulder and ribs, gasping he collapsed in a spasm of intense pain. Letting out a pitiful cry he managed to turn his head in order to examine his surroundings. It appeared to be early winter or late autumn, if Harry didn't know better he would say it was the beginning of the school year but it was early spring! He could see the edge of the forbidden forest behind him and knew that he must be about three metres from the edge. Looking further Harry could make out the blurry form of Hogwarts School and beyond that a mass of colour that could only be the quidditch field. The only problem was he couldn't quite figure out how he got there. I remember being in Dumbledore's office and talking about… Harry frowned…Something. Then I looked into a pensive and…the pensive! It must have sucked me in but, why am I at the forbidden forest? Harry winced as pain flashed through his head; viewing memories had never hurt him before. Only, this didn't feel like a memory: everything felt too real and Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen. Not a memory then. So what?

Suddenly, Harry could hear panicked footsteps heading towards where he lay. He tried to turn his head but he couldn't get the right angle to see who it was. Harry slowly closed his eyes while he waited for the person to come closer. Harry wondered briefly if it was Ron and Hermione but soon realised that it could be anyone. The footsteps were next to his head now and a shadow crossed his face. Opening his eyes Harry was met with a sight that both confused and panicked him, it was Voldemort. No, not Voldemort, this was Tom Riddle plus he appeared to be around sixteen years old. It's his sixth year then, when he opens the chamber. Even if Voldemort had found a way to reverse aging Harry doubted that he would want to be a teenager again. So, I'm in the past? The memory must have worked but it was Dumbledore's memory and he's looking right at me. If it's the start of his sixth year does that mean that he hasn't killed anyone yet? Unfortunately none of these revelations racing through his brain managed to decrease his fear, which meant that Harry was currently scrambling away from the somehow young dark lord as fast as his injuries would allow.

"Hey!" A sudden shout from in front of Harry stopped him in his tracks as well as leaving him trembling both from pain and fear. "Who are you? What's your name? How did you get onto Hogwarts grounds?" Tom paused in his questioning as something occurred to him. This could be one of Gellert Gringdelwald's spies; he probably isn't a student here because I don't recognise him. He could be a Hufflepuff though. That might explain why he's so scared of me. Tom was interrupted in his musings by the boy in question who appeared to have gathered his courage. "Who are you? " Harry asked deciding that this couldn't be Tom Riddle future dark lord. "Tom Marvolo Riddle. Hogwarts sixth year Slytherin student and you are?" "Oh." That was all that the boy managed to say before he passed out from the shock and pain which he was experiencing in spades. Defiantly a Hufflepuff. Tom thought before he picked up the surprisingly light boy and left the forest to seek out a professor.

The Hogwarts hospital wing was empty of patients except for one Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Headmaster Dippet, Nurse Pomfrey, and Professor Albus Dumbledore (much to Tom's annoyance). So much for questioning the boy before any of the professors could. He thought leaning on the opposite wall to where the boy was lying unconscious. "The boy is waking up!" Exclaimed Headmaster Dippet loudly before anyone else noticed this. Nurse Pomfrey quickly sprang toward the bedside; she pushed everyone back away from the bed in order to give her patient more room and to allow her more space for examinations. Upon first seeing to the boys injuries she had discovered that he had sprained his upper left arm and bruised three of the ribs on his right side and two on his left. As far as she could tell there was no other damage but if he had a head injury it would not become apparent until she could talk with him.

The first thing Harry became aware of was the smell of anti-septic like the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Merlin, it was just a dream. Harry opened his eyes slowly fully expecting to see the faces of his friends and Dumbledore staring down at him in worry. He was only half right. The hospital wing looked almost the same but a few of the beds are in different positions, the heavy winter quilts are still in use and most importantly the people defiantly weren't who Harry was expecting. But that's the old headmaster Dippet! The nurse looks similar to Madame Pomfrey but isn't, Tom Riddle is here and most importantly when did Dumbledore get so young?

Harry was vaguely aware that through his shock the nurse was talking to him. "Hello dear, are you okay? I've checked your injuries but I'll need to ask you a few questions. Can you hear me?" She finished warily. The boy state of obvious confusion worried her and she felt her unease grow when she realised that she had never seen him before although his previous scars would suggest that he had been treated for severe wounds before. There were multiple signs of malnourishment and abuse present when she checked as she remembered this fact her frown seemed to deepen.

The question finally registered in Harry's mind and he hurriedly answered, "Oh! Yes I can hear you. I'm sorry but who are you?" Madame Pomfrey replied with a question, unnerved. "Me? My name is Madame Pomfrey. I'm a nurse here." If he was a Hogwarts student he would know this, or maybe he really has damaged his head. "Does your head hurt?" A voice from the other side of the room inquired suddenly. The professors and nurse jumped, they had forgotten that Mr Riddle was present. "Ah Mr Riddle, I'm sure you can leave now. Thank you for bringing this boy in but you are no longer needed." Dumbledore is trying to get rid of me. Why? Does he know who this boy is?

"Albus, it would be best if he stayed don't you think? He did find the boy after all!" Headmaster Dippet spoke loudly as he gestured Tom over to them. Madame Pomfrey had begun her questioning of Harry and after examining his head concluded that there was no serious damage. "His head is uninjured Headmaster. He just needs to stay here overnight while his ribs heal then he should be fine." Pomfrey recommended. The headmaster seemed to accept this but soon realised that in the confusion of the boys arrival he hadn't asked his name. "What is your name young man?" Maybe this will tell me if he's one of my students. It would be horribly embarrassing to have forgotten one.

Harry's thoughts raced. I can't give my real name if I really am in the past. Think! Think! "Um…my name is…Harry…son…Porter. Harrison Porter." Damn, where have I heard that name before? Please don't be another student here! "Mr Porter, do you know how you got to Hogwarts?"

A/N There's chapter 2! Yay two updates at once! Thanks for reading and I hope you continue to do so : ) Until next time.

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