Hey everyone! sorry for the delay in updating, I had a ton of midterms and spent the entire week studying and working so I haven't just been procrastinating for no reason! Anyways, here you go…
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Harry's mind was blank. He couldn't wrap his mind around anything. No matter how much he tried, each thought slipped away from him like water. His father was alive. But he was still a student at Hogwarts. Harry had seemingly somehow gone back in time.
"That's impossible." Harry muttered ruffling his hair in frustration. Maybe he had been caught in a memory, like a pensieve. That had to be more likely than actually having gone back in time. Perhaps Voldemort had created some kind of spell version of the strange substance.
It suddenly struck him that if he were in some kind of pensieve-like experience, that meant no one could see him or hear him. Harry inched around the edge of the forest debating whether he should risk going into the building or not. After much thought, Harry concluded that he couldn't simply stand outside forever and he had to go in eventually.
Harry wandered over to the lake and looked at his reflection. He was taken aback by the dirty, bruised reflection that looked back at him. He dipped his hands in the water and rinsed his face quickly. It didn't help much - his hair stuck out in matted angles and the cuts and bruises just showed up even more now. Harry racked his mind for some kind of healing special or even just some way to disguise himself as he reached into his pocket for his -
"Shit!" Harry swore fumbling to search all of his pockets, but he knew he had been holding it before he had been hit by the spell, he had probably let go of it before the spell had effect. Now what?
Harry groaned. Hermione had enchanted his clock to have an infinitely deep pocket much like her bag, though he hadn't been as clever as her to fill it with emergency essentials. She had even recommended it, and had given him some energy and blood replenishing potions, which he had carelessly left the majority of in his trunk.
Along with only three small corked bottles of potions brewed by his friend, Harry had been sure to keep his invisibility cloak and Gryffindor's sword with him in the cloak pocket. He had also stuffed a few things in their absentmindedly as he had collected them including a few random photographs of him and his friends, article clippings from the Daily Prophet, and some of Fred and George's joke candy and pranks.
Suddenly, Harry had an idea. Fred and George had been working on a new type of sweet that they had called "Camo-Candy." They were little colorful chewable tablets which changed your appearance slightly. Disguise The twins were still working on them, but they had developed a few including one that gave the person bright red hair and freckles ("Wearable-Weasley" they had joked) and another that turned the person's hair blonde and shiny, presumably to mimic a certain Slytherin (they had referred to it as a "Ferret Face").
If people could in fact see him, it would be foolish to walk into the building looking exactly like his father. He paused before choosing one of the yellow tablets. He didn't think he's look very good with red hair, but then he might resemble his mother too much as well. Blonde would have to do. Harry watched as his reflection's hair shifted smoothly from black to bleached blonde. It flattened itself against his head and his skin seemed to go a few shades paler, which did not help in hiding the bruises.
Harry dunked the top of his head into the lake water, somewhat effectively getting his hair to be less greased back. He dried his hair on the corner of his clock before standing up. Should he bother wearing the invisibility cloak? He paused before swinging it over his head. Yes, it was probably better to walk through the castle unnoticed.
Despite not knowing what he was going to say or what he was going to do afterwards, Harry knew who he had to talk to. Dumbledore.
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Ron, Hermione, and the twins dashed through the corridor and pushed open the heavy doors of the to the main entrance hall. Hundreds of students were gathered, some crying, many terrified. Teachers continued to usher them further into the Great Hall but many were frozen in shock and wouldn't budge.
The four friends shoved their way through the crowd towards a tired Professor McGonagall. Her hair, normally in a neat knot in the back of her head, was disheveled and her hat was askew. Her eyes darted towards them as they continued to rush over.
"Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, go into the Great Hall!" She said as she hurried another first year away from the doors that lead outside.
"Where's Dumbledore, where's Harry?" Ron shouted. She looked at him with wide eyes. The wise witch couldn't respond. She opened and closed her mouth before shaking her head.
"Do not ignore me, Mr. Weasley, I am your professor, now go into the Great Hall."
"We need to find Harry, Professor." Hermione squeaked nervously, she did not like defying teachers but she wasn't going to budge. "Did you hear Voldemort?"
"Yes." Professor McGonagall answered shortly.
"We can't stand around," Ron said impatiently. "Please let us go outside, that's where Dumbledore is, isn't he? That's where You-Know-Who and Harry are, right?"
Professor McGonagall didn't answer. Ron didn't wait for a response. He pushed straight past the teacher, ignoring her protests as he pushed open the doors.
The night was bright with fire. The Forbidden Forest was engulfed in magical flames that several members of the Order were trying to extinguish but were having little success. There were many small groups still dueling across the grounds, but a central fight was occurring between Dumbledore and Voldemort.
"Getting tired, old man?" Voldemort cackled as he swooped right, dodging one of Dumbledore's spells.
"Not at all, Tom." Dumbledore muttered back as he focused his energy into the complex incantations.
"He cried you know," Voldemort said with mirth. "Your great hero, your Chosen One, he cried like the coward he was, he begged me to spare him."
Dumbledore didn't respond, he just continued to fight. Ron began to run down the stone steps towards the fight, Hermione and the twins following close behind. They hadn't gotten very far when Voldemort shouted,
"Don't believe me? Here!" He took something from his cloak and tossed it towards Dumbledore. Voldemort cackled as he lifted his arms and then brought them down in one quick motion. The wind rushed across the grounds, pushing all of the Death Eaters and Order members as well as the Gryffindors over. By the time the gust had died down, Voldemort was gone. Death Eaters scattered, quickly disapparating. Others attempted to escape but members of the Order grabbed them or hexed them before they could.
Dumbledore stood slowly and walked forward. He bent down and reached into the grass. It was Harry's wand.
He turned, and from a distance saw Ron, Hermione, and the twins looking back at him. He looked away before disapparating as well.
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