Title: Seraphim
Author: Faline
Summary: style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Harry wakes up and gets the biggest shock
of his lifetime. Well, maybe not the
biggest but DAMN, he gets freaked out.
A/N: First HP story ever. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Tried to do something original. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If it comes back to bite me in the ass, at
least I’ll have an excuse right?
Chapter Four
“Who are
you?” Dumbledore repeated his
question. I smiled slightly. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I knew that he would be able to help.
“May I
sit down?” He gestured to a chair,
which I sank into gratefully, collecting my thoughts around me. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I had rehearsed this speech for the last
four days. Taking a deep breath, I
said, “My name is Harry Potter.”
He
blinked, just once. That was the
reaction I got. I was expecting
everything from a laugh to getting thrown out of his office. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> But just a blink? style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Perhaps I had really scared the old
wizard. He walked from the perch
around his desk and sat down with an almost weary sigh. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Regarding me, he looked expectant, and I
continued.
“I am 26
years old. While I was apparating from
London to New
York, something happened. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I was thrown back in time, waking seven
days after leaving London in the
Malfoy Manor, in the body of Lucius Malfoy’s 17-year-old daughter, who I
assume you know.” He nodded
vaguely. “You are the only person I trust,
now and then. I hope you can help me.”
He
digested this odd information. “ style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>You’re Harry Potter? style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The Harry Potter I left on his Aunt’s door
eight years ago?” I nodded. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “How fascinating.”
Fascinating
indeed Albus. Leave it up to the
greatest wizard in the world to take the world of a seemingly deranged
daughter of a Death Eater.
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“And you
have no idea how you came to be in this time?” style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I shook my head. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Wringing my hands, I looked around
nervously. I could tell her was
thinking of the possibilities. He rose
and picked a book off the shelf. I
couldn’t catch the title, but from the sounds of the words floating out of
the pages, I could surmise that it was about time travel.
He
flipped through it a little until he found the page he was looking for and
handed me the book. I looked
down. It was a chapter entitled
‘Switching Time and Body’. Well, at
least it was to the point. “That chapter
lists incidents like yours. Where
someone has been transported back in time and placed in another body.”
“So it’s
happened before? Well, that’s good
news at least.” When he didn’t agree,
I checked his face. He had a slightly
pained expression. “That is, unless
none of them made it back . . . “
“This
phenomenon usually happens when something very important is about to occur,
but something is wrong with it. It’s
sometimes something very small, like the wrong outfit or the wrong type of
tea, but it can be something as important as a death that should not have
happened.”
“So, what
you’re telling me is that something important was going to happen in my time,
yet something was wrong with it?”
“That’s
the usual explanation, yes. However,
most people never manage to figure out what’s wrong and what needs to be
fixed in time to change history for the better.”
“How long
do they usually have?”
“One
month.”
“ONE
MONTH! I’ve been here for 11
days!” I stood quickly, causing Fawkes
to ruffle his feathers slightly and the portraits on the walls to draw back. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I took a few quick steps around the
room. If Albus was right, which I had
almost no doubt he was, that would mean I only had 19 days to figure out what
was going to happen, and what was wrong.
Bugger. I took a deep breath. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “What happens if I don’t figure out what’s
wrong?”
He sighed
again, this one almost whimsical. “You
will remain in this time in this body for the rest of your natural life.”
Bugger
once again.
“Okay,
so, here I am, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, stuck in the wrong time in
the wrong body. What do we need to do
first to get me home?”
Albus
rose and came around his desk. Sitting
in the chair next to me, he leaned forward slightly and looked into my
eyes. He had done this many times
before, perhaps to reassure himself of my well being or sanity. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Never like this though. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It felt like he was reaching into my soul
and pulling out all the memories I had in my head.
“I
believe, first, we should determine what exactly sent you back here. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You said you woke up after seven days
sleeping in Miss Malfoy’s body, correct?”
I nodded. “Then I believe
whatever you needed to change was bound to happen in a week. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Now, remember, in circumstances such as
this one, time never continues in your real life until that one month is
up. When you go back, you will appear
as though you never left. I believe it
is important to keep this in mind. It
might help you find your way home if you know you have time, and no one has
missed you yet. “
I nodded,
letting this sink in. I would be given
the next 19 days to find out what I needed to find out.
“Do you
remember at all what was set to happen a week from the day you were brought
here?”
I shook
my head, sadly. “I remember saying
good-bye to Sev, telling him I’d see him in a day and for him not to
worry. But, I can’t remember why I was
going to New York, only that I
never made it. I almost feel as though
I’ve been Obliviated, but that’s not possible. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I always have a defense against that
particular spell up.”
“Why?” style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His question caught me off guard. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> We seemed to be moving away from the
subject a lot. It almost seemed like
Albus was trying to waste time.
“Why? style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Because, Voldemort cast Obliviate on me
once to try and make me forget everything I had ever learned so I would be
easier to kill. Very immature if you
ask me. Didn’t work either, but it
gave me a nasty head ache.”
“Then it
will happen. Voldemort will return?”
I was
wondering when he’d ask about the future.
“Yes, the Dark Lord returned in my fourth year. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It was not official public knowledge until
the end of my fifth, but those who knew me knew that he was back.”
“And is
he- well, dead now?”
“Yes. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> For certain. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It was a task force, Order members, and
damn good ones at that. No one was
lost.” I stopped here. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> There was no sense in telling him more than
he needed to know.
“Anyway, style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>sir, I think we should get back on
track. I’d like to go home. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I have a soon-to-be husband to return
to.” No sooner were the words out of
my mouth than I remembered what was supposed to happen a week after the trip
to New York. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> At that exact moment, my fiancé in 18 years
burst through the door.
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