Ron, Hermione, Bill, Mrs Weasley were shouting at Madam Pomfrey trying to work out where Harry had gone and what had happened. All anyone knew was that Harry had come out of the Maze clutching the lifeless body of Cedric and was bleeding he looked to be in shock. Then Moody has run off with Harry leaving Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape to follow after him.
Ginny and the twins had tried to come too but Mrs Weasley had told them to go back to the Gryffindor Common Room with everyone else. She had said the same to Ron and Hermione but they had refused on account of being his best friend. She'd remained adamant but they followed anyway. Now Harry was missing and Cedric was dead.
There was a flash of brilliant golden light and a boy who looked about the twin's age with hair the silver of the ghosts and eyes gleaming silver he looked nervous as if he was doing something wrong. He had a golden time turner wrapped around him and a young boy who looked just about Hogwarts age he had messy black hair the sun bringing out red tints and sparkling brown eyes. They were carrying a box with them 'hello there what date is it?'
The Weasleys and Hermione looked shocked but accepted what was being said. It was Hermione who spoke '24th of June… 1995,'
The older boy's hair flashed yellow at this but he nodded 'Okay this is the Chronicles of Harry Potter you should read them they are important,' at this Dumbledore and a very weary looking Harry with dirt, blood and grime layering his bird nest hair entered with a black dog. The black haired kid ran and flung his arms around Harry looking surprised he beamed 'Dad,'
Harry looked shocked but smiled 'Hi kiddo?' he looked very pleased about something that nobody could put their finger on 'so you two are from the future,' when the two time travellers nodded 'what date?'
'15th of July 2015. James will be going to first year in September and I'll be in my last year. Merlin I'll miss it. Hopefully I'll become an auror like my mum and godfather. See you Harry, come on James, home. Oh yeah this room will be time locked if you want anyone else just read there first mention with a sonurus charm.'
'I'm not a dog,' James rolled his eyes but went to the other boy they vanished in a flash of gold.
'So I survive,' murmured Harry looking very pleased about this fact. In fact, he looked far more like his old self and even smiled wanly. Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances but didn't say anything.
Dumbledore put a hand on Harry's shoulder 'I knew you would,' he says softly 'you are brilliant,' he beams with pride.
Harry wanting to get off the subject. 'I'll read first shall I?' when everyone nodded he picked up the book.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stoner
'No guesses about what that is,' Ron smiled.
'Nope,' Harry and Hermione said together.
Harry Potter thinks he is an ordinary boy –
'Hardly,' Ron speaks bitterly causing Harry to frown at him.
until he is rescued
'Rescued?' Mrs Weasley raises her eyebrows at which Harry avoids everyone's eyes causing Dumbledore to frown.
by a beetle-eyed giant of a man,
'HAGRID!' Ron, Hermione and Bill yell in glee.
enrols at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, learns to play Quidditch
'The best sport, ever,' Ron exclaims ignoring Hermione's eye roll.
and does battle in a deadly duel.
'What?' Mrs Weasley yells and Dumbledore shudders reflecting how close he came to losing his favourite student.
HARRY POTTER IS A WIZARD!
Harry and Hermione grinned at each other being the only two brought up not knowing of the Wizarding world.
Mr and Mrs Dursley, (Harry groaned again), of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal,
'Normal is just what is culturally accepted?'
'Normal them?' Harry asked causing Ron to burst into laughter.
thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.
'Drills?' the Weasleys all asked.
'For building things with,' Hermione explained 'honestly you should make Muggle Studies mandatory Professor,'
'I would if I could,' Dumbledore sighed heavily the Ministry wouldn't let them.
The seventeen year old boy was back 'it is now Kingsley, the Minister of Magic, and Hermione, head of law, made it so,'
'Oh good,' Hermione looked pleased that she was making a difference.
He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful s she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on neighbours. The Dursleys had a small
Harry burst into tears of laughter when he realised people were looking at him oddly 'Dudley – small,' he gasped 'he's as small as I am bad at Quidditch,' those who had seen Dudley (Ron) chortled along with him.
son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
'Fine?' Ron raised an eyebrow at Harry.
'These are the same people who are convinced that the regularly spy on them,' shrugged Harry.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.
Beside Harry the Animagus growled in defence of his fallen friends.
Mrs Potter was Mrs Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister,
'WHAT!' yelled Mrs Weasley 'But… but…' she stuttered 'family doesn't mean anything to these people?'
'Not if you're a wizard or a witch,' but Harry looked amused 'I wonder how they explained me.' the others raised their eyebrows thinking Harry had a very sardonic sense of humour.
because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband
'MY DAD WAS NOT A GOOD FOR NOTHING! HE DIED TRYING TO SAVE US FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!' shouted Harry while the dog growled at this side. The others looked rather frightened at his outburst. Bar Ron and Hermione they all looked shocked at his temper.
Were as unDursleyish
Hermione gave a very McGonagall like look 'that's not even a word,'
'They're all really thick,' shrugged Harry.
'Harry don't speak that way about your family,'
'They've said worse,' muttered Harry.
as it was possible to be.
'Good,' Harry said an arrested look in his eyes.
The Dursleys shuddered to thin what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him.
'I wish they still hadn't,' muttered Harry a very sad look in his eyes if they hadn't it would mean that his mother and father was still alive.
When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the Dursley. Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie
Ugh cool Bill made a disgusted look.
for work and Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.
None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.
'Good for Vernon he'd probably start ripping his moustache out again,' laughed Harry 'you'll probably find out later,' they looked annoyed but didn't question any further.
At half past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley bye but missed,
'How can you miss the baby whale?' Harry wondered.
because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing cereal at the walls.
as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar – a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr Dursley didn't realise what he had seen – then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in the mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive – no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping the get that day.
But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about.
'Wizards!' shouted Ron.
'Well obviously,' Hermione rolled her eyes.
People in cloaks. Mr Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes –
the get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion.
'Why?' Hermione asked.
'It's different anything that is different from magic to Muslims my uncle automatically hates.' Hermione frowned at this obvious racism but didn't say anything in front of family members.
He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt – these people were obviously collecting for something… yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills.
'Short attention span,' muttered Hermione.
Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor.
'Didn't know that,' Harry murmured.
If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drill that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight,
'That's not unusual,' Ron said
'It is for Muggles,' Harry smiled at Ron's ignorance it was nice to be the knowledgeable one for a change.
though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen and owl even at nighttimes. Mr Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more.
'Such a lovely guy,' Bill said sarcastically 'Merlin I'd love him to be my boss.'
He was in a very good mood until lunch-time, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the buy himself a bun from the baker's opposite.
He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his was back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
'The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard –'
'-yes, their son, Harry-'
'So it's that day,' sighed Mrs Weasley.
'What day?' Ron asked.
'The day the news of Voldemort's downfall came.'
Mr Dursley stopped dead.
'Wish you would,'
'Harry!' Hermione and Mrs Weasley scolded. Dumbledore frowned but didn't saying anything. Harry didn't apologize not feeling at all sorry.
Fear flooded him. (Coward) He looked back at the whisperers if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.
'He has a brain, I never knew,' Harry asks amidst giggles (even a chuckle from Dumbledore).
He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office,
'Merlin he can run has the world ended? Probably,' Harry answered himself. Dumbledore put an arm on his shoulder and the others looked at him oddly but Harry didn't want to go into Voldemort's return, though the books would probably cover it.
snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialling his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his moustache, thinking… no, he was stupid.
'Finally got something right,' grinned Ron to Harry who grinned back if a little reluctantly.
Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure that there were lots of people called Potter with a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure his nephew was called Harry.
'He didn't know your name?' glared Mrs Weasley.
'He's really thick though come to think of it I'm not sure he's ever learnt my name,' this didn't do anything to calm Mrs Weasley down.
He'd never seen the boy. It might have been Harvey.
Ron snorted 'Harvey Potter,' Harry glared at him.
'Harold Potter?' Ron gagged.
'Oi that was my grandfather whom I'm named after in a modern way's name,' snapped Harry. Dumbledore looked sharply Harry 'Goblins showed me my parents' wills and family tree,' Harry said sadly. Dumbledore nodded understanding why Harry hadn't shared this information with anyone he wished he had his parents not their wills.
There was no point in worrying Mrs Dursley, she always got so upset at a mention of her sister. He didn't blame her – if he'd had a sister like that … but all the same, those people in cloaks …
He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked into someone just outside the door.
'He apologized. Didn't know 'sorry' was in his vocabulary,' Harry said gleefully.
'Pig he is,' Harry grinned, people had stopped trying to tell him to mind his vocab.
as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr Dursley realised that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passers-by stare:
'He'll hate that – they hate attention for what they consider weirdness,' a wide smile similar to the man in the book.
'Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!'
And the old man hugged Mr Dursley around the middle and walked off.
'I thought he was a small man?' Harry questioned to Ron's laughter.
Mr Dursley was rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger/ he also had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping he was imagining things,
'But he hates imagination.'
which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw – and it didn't improve his mood – was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on this garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.
'McGonagall!' yelled everyone.
'Shoo!' said Mr Dursley loudly.
'That won't work,' chuckled Bill.
The cat didn't move.
'No one disagreed with you,' reminded Ron. Bill just rolled his eyes at his youngest brother.
It just gave him a very stern look.
Chuckles all around.
Was this normal cat behaviour,
'Nope!' they all said 'it's normal McGonagall behaviour though,' Harry finished.
Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.
Mrs Dursley had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs Next Door's problems with her daughter an dhow Dudley had learnt a new word ('Shan't!).
'That's not a good thing,' tutted Mrs Weasley 'what that boy needs is some good discipline maybe a spanking,' not noticing Harry paling. Dumbledore did and decided to talk to him in private.
Mr Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living-room in time to catch the last report of the evening news:
'And finally, bird-watches everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundred of sightings of these birds seen since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.' The news reader allowed himself a grin. 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?'
'Ted that couldn't be Charlie's friend's cousin. He'd know all about magic.' The others shrugged but it would make a lot of sense.
said the weatherman, 'I don't know about that, but its not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shouting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early –
'Bonfire Night?' the Weasleys asked. 'When Guy Fawkes was stopped from blowing up parliament,' Harry explained 'Muggles light controlled Bonfires and set off fireworks,' 'Oh!'
it's not until next wee, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.'
Mr Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters …
'So he put it together maybe he's not as stupid as I was brought up to believe,' pondered Harry genuinely surprised.
Mrs Dursley came into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. 'Er – Petunia, dear – you haven't heard from you sister lately, have you?'
As he had expected, Mrs Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.
'No,' she said sharply. 'Why?'
'Funny stuff on the news,' Mr Dursley mumbled. 'Owls … shooting stars … and there were a lot of funny-looking people
'Hark who's talking,' shot Harry to the book.
in town today …'
'So?' snapped Mrs Dursely.
'Well, I just thought … maybe … it was something to do with … you know … her lot.'
'HER LOT?' shouted Mrs Weasley angrily. 'Witches and wizards frighten them,' Harry said calmly.
Mrs Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name 'Potter'.
'Of course not,' Harry said bitterly 'you're a coward.'
He decided he didn't dare.
'See,' Harry said triumphantly. 'No one disagreed with you mate,' Ron said softly.
'Instead he said, casually as he could,
'Not that casual then. Come on Uncle dearest you plan compliments casual is not your strong suit.'
'Their son – he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?'
'Howard,' Harry said insulted' that sounds like some sort of bike shop,'
'Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me.'
'So,' Hermione said looking like she was fighting the urge to laugh 'they want to be normal but they think their too good for normal names everyone could see the humour in this so were all in hysterics even Harry who was still in physical pain from being tortured. Harry getting his breath together a while after the others continued.
'Oh, yes,' said Mr Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. 'Yes, I quite agree.'
He didn't say another word on the subject s they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs Dursley was in the bathroom. Mr Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down unto the front garden. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it was waiting for something.
'Wonder what?' mused Hermione.
Was he imagining thing?
'No,' everyone coursed (apart from Harry who was still reeling from Voldemort's return).
Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did … if it got out that they were related to a pair of – well, he didn't think he could bear it?
The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought of them and their kind … He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on.
'You jinxed it,' Bill said. Mrs Weasley rolled her eyes 'you've been a curse breaker too long,' she muttered darkly 'well at least your not an auror.' Ron and Harry who were aspiring Aurors firmly avoided her eyes.
He yawned and tuned and tuned over. It couldn't affect them
How very wrong he was.
'Wish you weren't,' muttered Harry.
Mr Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.
'What happened?' asked Mrs Weasley, worried.
A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground.