Chapter One
Harry knew once school let out, he was toast. Harry Hunting was going to take place considering Aunt Petunia didn’t have her car and Uncle Vernon was working until late that night. It was stated so many times between last night and this morning before Uncle Vernon had taken Dudley to school. As usual Harry was expected to walk since the school was only a mile and half away from the house. It had snowed last night and he had nearly fell to his butt a few times just on the walk to school.
His palms were sweating now that the clock was ticking closer to the end of the school day. He glanced to the window outside hoping the snow had at least melted some if not all, and he wasn’t as lucky as he usually was. If anything, his good luck had finally run out, it was snowing again.
The bell chimed and Harry left his school things where they were. Ignoring the teacher as he tried to get Harry to grab his things. Harry glance around hoping to get out of the building before his cousin or at least his friends spotted him. Not so lucky as he made eye contact with two of the three boys before making a sprint to the doors out the back of the school. Maybe he could wear them down but the headmaster grabbed him. “Mr. Potter, this is the third time in two weeks that I have caught you running the halls and you have yet, to give me an explanation as to why.”
Harry was wide-eyed he knew if he was dragged off to his office Uncle Vernon would undoubtably be called either way. “Headmaster, please my cousin hates me as well as his friends and they try to beat me up if they don’t have a ride home since we just live around the corner. If I can make it to the library before they catch me, I don’t get beat up because they never go there.” He was frantic eyes pleading for the headmaster to believe him at least just this once. Dudley had gotten a new stick and it had been worse than the last one he had found or maybe even gotten from Uncle Vernon.
“Best be off then if you are going to the library.” Harry then was off again; however Dudley had been able to catch up to him due to the headmaster stopping him. He pleaded to anyone that would listen to him, that he was able to escape the boys chasing him. He felt himself being sucked through a straw and then plopped somewhere else. All he saw was the sky and he turned around and didn’t know he was already on the ledge of the roof.
Harry quickly moved his foot back so that he wasn’t going to fall off, but his foot landed wrong and onto a patch of ice. He had heard of people saying that when they nearly died their life flashed before his eyes. This wasn’t what happened for him. It never had but this time it was different. Harry was seeing his life with magic and friends. A world that he loved, people that loved him. More people who hated him. More magic and war. So much war. He almost was apart of two families and then…
Harry was staring wide eyed as he was falling the grey, blue and white of the sky was the only thing he could comprehend, as he processing what he just saw or maybe experienced. He wasn’t sure yet but this right now was something he didn’t see. His heart was fluttering and it was like time was still his mind running faster the speed of light.
What he just saw was it the future of something yet to happen or did it happen and that’s why he got the knowledge?
He heard the stories from other children at Hogwarts talking about magic as if it was their mother. He heard whispers that there were laws and old ways of the Wizarding World hidden from those who weren’t to be trusted. So, he did the only thing he could think of as he got closer to the ground. Whispering to the sky, “Mother Magic save and protect me.” His pleaded words whipping towards the sky.
He wasn’t saved from falling off the building.
His heard the crunching of his skull against the ground first before the rest of his body made contact with the snow-covered ground. Dudley was screaming, but Harry couldn’t move to see his cousin. He felt wetness begin to seep out from under neath his head into his ear. Oddly enough he felt as if someone or something was protecting him.
He had a strange thought or maybe a feeling that it was part of a larger plan. Dudley’s voice grew distant as he left yelling screaming for help. He of course just watched the boy who lived with him, a boy he called cousin collide into the Earth’s floor.
The boy was alone and quickly then felt like he was side-along apparated into a foyer that he recognised only as the painting to his left started to talk. “Who might you be? Walking into the Most Nobel and Ancient House of Black.” Was the gruff voice of Walburga. He couldn’t remember his name; didn’t he just know it a moment ago?
Everything felt numb and he was so confused by everything. Should he lay down? “I don’t know... I don’t remember much I just know it was really bad. I’m so sorry for appearing here. I don’t know what to do.” He felt every bit of eight years old no more or less.
Trying to calm himself down he turned around trying to figure out how to get out of where he was. Walgurga Black gasped and he turned to look at the painting. The woman who had never shut up in the future was looking horrified and like she was about to sick up, if paintings could even do that. He was going to ask why she had such a reaction until he caught his reflection.
His hair was a mess of black, looking like it was weeks since he had taken a brush to it. Not to mention that there was blood covering half his head. How was he standing? His mind felt muddy and he was seeing two of himself in the mirror, two of everything. Despite the mandatory uniform was too large on him, torn and repatched in odd places, as well as stained in even odder places. He had gotten this from someone.
He blinked a few times, where were his glasses? Did he even have glasses? He knew he should remember something important about this. His throat felt like it did right before he threw up, then his stomach was swirling. Don’t fall asleep, yes that’s what he needed to remember. He blinked a few more times and someone was holding his arms gently. He didn’t realize his ears were ringing until that moment.
The boy was guided into a seat and the person kept talking and he really did try to focus but it was hard. The only thing he could remember and connect was the person in front of him was wearing shade of green no one was allowed nor able to unless they were a Healer at St. Mungo's. He relaxed slightly, knowing he was at least safe with someone who, literally, could do no harm.
The Healer was trying to tell him something but he couldn’t make heads or tails of what he was saying. He then felt magic from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, washing over him changing different colours and then stopped. The healer seemed alarmed and rushed to the fireplace, and he stuck his head in. He knew he should be confused and concerned, but something else was telling him that it was normal. Every memory was conflicting with other memories.
He felt so tired, he knew he could close his eyes for a second, he would be alright, but another part of him knew it was bad. The Healer rushed back over to the boy and started to pull out some bottles from somewhere. The liquid in the bottles being dumped onto his head and then he was having a vile put into him mouth. The healer had to help encourage him to swallow. He felt like he was being swarmed by healers now was he seeing double no triple the number of healers that were just here? Where was here again? He felt the magic of a warming charm being cast over him.