- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Genres:
- Angst General
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Goblet of Fire
- Stats:
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Published: 07/29/2003Updated: 04/28/2004Words: 14,080Chapters: 11Hits: 7,045
Harry Potter Back to the Past
G.A.
- Story Summary:
- Harry is staying in Uncle Vernon's house for his summer when suddenly Malfoy and Wormtail appear in his bedroom. He decides to fly away with his Firebolt but is caught by an anonymous man and becomes unconscious...
Chapter 01
- Chapter Summary:
- Harry is staying in Uncle Vernon's house for his summer when suddenly, Malfoy and Wormtail appeared in his bedroom. He decided to fly away with his firebolt but caught by an anonymous and became unconscious...
- Posted:
- 07/29/2003
- Hits:
- 1,618
- Author's Note:
- This is my first fic so Please don't be so severe with it
Summer came gently and quietly.
"Dear Harry, please go to bed soon or you won't be on time tomorrow," said Uncle Vernon.
This kind of manner in the house of Dursleys towards Harry was very unusual and almost yucky for Harry to hear that. They were going to beach to celebrate Duddley's birthday.
Though the Dursleys did not torture Harry, because they were afraid of his 'murderer' godfather, Sirius Black, but he could not sleep well at night. Voldemort had returned. How could he forget the death of Cedric Diggory, the moment when his wand became connected with that of Voldemort's? How much he hoped that he could still take the potion so that he could have dreamless sleeps! The prospect of living with the Weasleys after this week comforted him a little.
This night was again a sleepless night for Harry. Little did Harry realize that he was going to be involved into a touching, amazing, heart-pumping story of the past. Harry peeped out of the windows, watching the starry sky with nothing in his mind but the way in which Voldemort had returned, with the bone of Voldemort's father, flesh of Wormtail and the blood of Harry. The stars were twinkling but then something black blocked the ray of the stars. He heard the voice that he felt the most dreadful with.
"Hello, scar head, what the hell you are doing here?"
Harry looked up. He frowned a little. Never had he expected this boy to visit him. He was someone that Harry would rather pretend not have seen. Malfoy was sitting on his Nimbus Two Thousand and One. " Teasing me, right, Malfoy? "
"No, just to see if you have died. To see how your stupid face look."
"Ah! you flew for such a distance just to see me? Ha, see how important I am to you!"
"Don't misunderstand, Potter, I ... am... just... just... oh! Who's that behind you?"
Jerking his head, Harry saw behind himself. Wormtail. "What the hell are you doing here? " asked Harry.
"To save you."
"What? You are a death eater. Liar! You betrayed my parents. You are a coward. You, save me!? Liar..."
"Don't trust him, Potter. He is cheating you. I'll kill him for you."
"I don't need you!! I'll do it myself... hang on, you must be in the same line with him... Gosh! How can I believe you two...?"
"Too late now, Potter, prepare to die in the same way as your parents... Avada Ke..."
"Expelliarmus!"
Wormtail's wand flew out of his hand to the hands of Malfoy.
"Strange, curious, you... saving me? Can you just tell me what happened, Draco? Unbelievable but why?"
"I'll explain later, scar head... but first... watch out!"
"Petrificus totalus!" Wormtail had taken Harry's wand and tried to petrify Harry. Swiftly, Harry dodged the curse.
"Come on, scar head... Trust me... I'll protect you..."
"Oh... why has this dreadful person changed his attitude? He hates me, doesn't he? His father is a death eater.... Should I... No... trust only myself..." thought Harry.
With a jump, Harry jumped on Wormtail and took back his wand. "Accio Firebolt!" Harry's firebolt zoomed to him. He grasped hold of it and flew out the window. But then, Harry bumped into the body of a very fat man. The man caught Harry by his collar. Harry tried hard to free himself but on the man's other hand, Harry could see that Malfoy was struggling, too. The man muttered something. Harry felt as though he had been in a whirlpool and shortly he lost his consciousness.