Harry Potter and the Trouble with Time

Harry Potter and the Trouble With Time

The Walk:

Harry Potter, a young teenager by the age of 15, was not like other boys. Firstly, he had a lighting bolt scar on his forehead. And second, he was a wizard. But not just any wizard, he was the only person on the planet who had enough power to defeat Lord Voldemort. He also had two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. They were both at the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters according to Ron's last letter.

Harry,

Hermione got here yesterday. Fred and George were inducted into the Order last Friday. Percy hasn't shown his face yet...bloody git. Anyway, Dad told me to right to you and ask if you could come to you know where next week. Send this back with Hedwig ASAP.

Ron

P.S. Don't beat yourself up over Sirius. It wasn't your fault.

Harry could feel his anger rising. "How dare he make fun of Sirius' death." He looked out the window to look up at the sky. "Looks like a good day to think at the park." Harry walked down the stairs and mumbled a "goodbye" to his Aunt Petunia. As he was walking Harry started to think about that night in the Department of Mysteries. "If only I had learned Occulemency. If only I had listened to Hermione. If only I had opened the mirror. Stop!" "Sirius wouldn't want you going insane about him. He would have wanted you to move on," Harry told himself. He walked a little bit more until he heard a faint "Pop" behind him. "Great," Harry said. The Order was still having him followed. But then he heard several more "Pop" sounds closer to him. He turned around and saw half a dozen Death Eaters with their wands out. Harry put his hands in his pocket for his wand, but before he touched it he was blown back several feet. Picking himself up he saw Bellatrix Lestrange yell, "Crucio." Harry was ready. He raised his wand and yelled, "Protego." Bellatrix had to duck as her own curse came back at her. Harry smiled, but while his attention had been on Bellatrix, Lucius Malfoy had thrown an "Expelliarmus" hex straight at Harry, and he was thrown back once again. He fell through a window that had suddenly appeared beside the bench. As he fell through it, he saw the Death Eaters trying to follow, but were not able to do to some type of charm. Clang! Harry's head hit solid cement and he knew no more.

When Harry awoke he saw he was lying in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. He tried to get up but fell back down after realizing his leg was in a cast and his head was wrapped in bandages.

As he reached for his wand he heard someone yell, "Don't you dare touch that wand." He looked around and saw a very young Madam Pomfrey running towards him with Dumbledore running behind. Dumbledore looked over at him Harry saw confusion and wonder in his eyes.

"Where did you get that scar from?" asked Dumbledore.

"What do you mean," yelled Harry. "You gave me all the f*cking information about it last year after Sirius died."

"Sirius Black?" asked Dumbledore. Harry nodded. "Let me assure you

Sirius is alive and quite well at the present."

Dumbledore looked at Harry and asked, "Now who are you?"

Harry didn't know what he was talking about but said, "Harry Potter."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he asked, "Are you related to James." Harry nodded and said, "Yes, I'm his son."