Post by aurora on Jan 23, 2015 13:52:48 GMT 10
THE PLOTTER
It was 1996 and Harry James Potter had just laid his head down on his pillow to go to sleep. But he couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow was his seventeen birthday and it was not at the Dursley’s. He was in the burrow and too excited. And it didn’t help that a present from Hargid was staring at him from the night stand. Maybe one peek wouldn’t hurt. After all it was almost his birthday. Opening the gift. Harry was flung back by a bright light and knocked out. The next thing he knew. Harry awakens immediately as the knocking on his door starts. He hears a woman's voice call from the other side.
"Harry, are you awake yet? I've made breakfast, it's waiting for you!" She sounded familiar, but ...different. He looked around with blurred vision and found his glasses on the nightstand. His wand was there too and he took hold of it. It was the very same wand but it was just slightly lighter, hardly enough to make a difference, but he noticed. He looked around the room. The decor was not bad. He had owned nearly every single piece that was in there except for the main furniture. He dressed with the clothes in the wardrobe, surprised that they actually fit him and they were new clothes.
While he was feeling extremely apprehensive as to why he was suddenly in this house when he clearly remembered falling asleep in another, he felt the calmest feeling keeping him together. Opening the door to the room, he faced a long hallway. He had seen this hallway before. He was home. He was in Godric's Hollow, back in the cottage. It was perfectly intact, a worn-in home, even.
He closed the door again, backing away from the door just a step. "Son? Are you up?" A man's voice this time. Harry opened the door, "Yeah?" His father, James Potter, was standing there in the hallway with his arms open and a grin on his face. “Happy birthday, son," he said, walking towards Harry's open door. Harry breaks into a smile and takes a few step, embracing his father for the first time. He tried to put everything into it, "Thanks, Dad." "You coming down to breakfast?" They broke apart. "You're mother's made cinnamon rolls for you and everyone's coming over later, so look sharp, have a shave and wake up your brother and sister" he said, going back down the stairs. Harry was left standing there, stunned, but feeling ever so normal about this entire situation.
Harry Potter as we know him has been transported to an alternate universe, waking up on the morning of his 17th birthday in the Potter's home in Godric's Hollow. Everything is as if Voldemort had never existed. While he still has the memories of his home universe and everything had happened to him in the past 15 years, he is finding himself much happier in this new place. His parents are alive, Sirius and Lupin have families, he lives in Godric's Hollow with his siblings, and he's going to his seventh year at Hogwarts in September…Thus we start, is this a dream?
credit to Dark Raveness of adoxography"Harry, are you awake yet? I've made breakfast, it's waiting for you!" She sounded familiar, but ...different. He looked around with blurred vision and found his glasses on the nightstand. His wand was there too and he took hold of it. It was the very same wand but it was just slightly lighter, hardly enough to make a difference, but he noticed. He looked around the room. The decor was not bad. He had owned nearly every single piece that was in there except for the main furniture. He dressed with the clothes in the wardrobe, surprised that they actually fit him and they were new clothes.
While he was feeling extremely apprehensive as to why he was suddenly in this house when he clearly remembered falling asleep in another, he felt the calmest feeling keeping him together. Opening the door to the room, he faced a long hallway. He had seen this hallway before. He was home. He was in Godric's Hollow, back in the cottage. It was perfectly intact, a worn-in home, even.
He closed the door again, backing away from the door just a step. "Son? Are you up?" A man's voice this time. Harry opened the door, "Yeah?" His father, James Potter, was standing there in the hallway with his arms open and a grin on his face. “Happy birthday, son," he said, walking towards Harry's open door. Harry breaks into a smile and takes a few step, embracing his father for the first time. He tried to put everything into it, "Thanks, Dad." "You coming down to breakfast?" They broke apart. "You're mother's made cinnamon rolls for you and everyone's coming over later, so look sharp, have a shave and wake up your brother and sister" he said, going back down the stairs. Harry was left standing there, stunned, but feeling ever so normal about this entire situation.
Harry Potter as we know him has been transported to an alternate universe, waking up on the morning of his 17th birthday in the Potter's home in Godric's Hollow. Everything is as if Voldemort had never existed. While he still has the memories of his home universe and everything had happened to him in the past 15 years, he is finding himself much happier in this new place. His parents are alive, Sirius and Lupin have families, he lives in Godric's Hollow with his siblings, and he's going to his seventh year at Hogwarts in September…Thus we start, is this a dream?