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Battle-hardened in a World Only Dreamed of
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,648
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Battle-hardened in a World Only Dreamed of
Battle-hardened, In a World Only Dreamed Of
The Doorway to Alternation
Harry stood there, trying to decide what to do. Gone were the days of fighting, gone the days of the Alliance of Light. The Alliance of Light was the organization that trained the Armies of the Light. Voldemort was gone, banished into the fiery Depths of Hell, locked away forever. First on his list was to find his friends. He took of his battle helmet, a helmet that covered the face that was scarred, from 7 years of battle. He saw two redheads and a bushy haired girl about twenty feet away, kneeling next to a tall, red-robed, silver haired person. Albus! Albus Dumbledore was dying! Harry ran over.
“Anything I can do?” he asked.
Ginny, his girlfriend answered “No.”
“Damned IT!” Harry shouted.
“Harry,” said Albus’ weak voice. “Take this, its my time to go.” The last action of Dumbledore, the great War General was throwing a stone to his greatest pupil, his best student, the Battle-scarred Harry James Potter. This stone was glowing… red. As soon as the great man’s breathing stopped, all four of his past students started screaming in pain. Ronald Weasley was first to start, then his sister, Ginny. Next went Hermione Granger, and lastly, Harry. They all collapsed, and the world started spinning.
-~-~-~-~
The first thing that Harry did upon awakening was feel his head. Smooth. Well, except for his original lighting bolt scar.
“Master Harry Sir!” said a squeaky voice. “Mistress Lily is trying to find you, sir! She says that the Weezys are here!”
“Dobby?” Harry asked, “What’re y’ doin’ here?” He was still recovering.
“Harry must wash up, Ron and the Weezys are here!”
Harry submitted and followed Dobby into the Mansion. He had been in the Gardens. Something was bothering him though. He seemed way too short, his voice was higher pitched than usual, and Dobby had mentioned something about ‘Mistress Lily.’ He got to his room and had to suppress a gasp. There was a huge mirror, about the size of the Mirror of Erised. Upon closer inspection he realized that it was the Mirror, but here, he must be very happy, seeing that he could use it as a normal mirror. What really shocked him was that he appeared to be around ten or eleven, his guess 10 going on 11. He had a bed that looked like a larger version of his bed in Gryffindor Tower—when he’d gone to Hogwarts. Which, judging by his age and date and the date—July 30, 1991, he’d going to Hogwarts for the *first* time.
“It’s pretty ‘amazing, isn’t it mate?” Harry jumped at the remark. He turned, to see that it was Ron and Ginny. Ron was grinning as he said this: “Guess who greeted us at the door?” His grin became more pronounced.
“Harry, Longbottoms are here!” said a voice from the doorway. Harry looked up, and promptly fainted. He heard Ron and Ginny murmur something about almost doing the same thing.
A/n: I bet some of you know who ‘greeted them’ and why Harry fainted! R/R!
The Doorway to Alternation
Harry stood there, trying to decide what to do. Gone were the days of fighting, gone the days of the Alliance of Light. The Alliance of Light was the organization that trained the Armies of the Light. Voldemort was gone, banished into the fiery Depths of Hell, locked away forever. First on his list was to find his friends. He took of his battle helmet, a helmet that covered the face that was scarred, from 7 years of battle. He saw two redheads and a bushy haired girl about twenty feet away, kneeling next to a tall, red-robed, silver haired person. Albus! Albus Dumbledore was dying! Harry ran over.
“Anything I can do?” he asked.
Ginny, his girlfriend answered “No.”
“Damned IT!” Harry shouted.
“Harry,” said Albus’ weak voice. “Take this, its my time to go.” The last action of Dumbledore, the great War General was throwing a stone to his greatest pupil, his best student, the Battle-scarred Harry James Potter. This stone was glowing… red. As soon as the great man’s breathing stopped, all four of his past students started screaming in pain. Ronald Weasley was first to start, then his sister, Ginny. Next went Hermione Granger, and lastly, Harry. They all collapsed, and the world started spinning.
-~-~-~-~
The first thing that Harry did upon awakening was feel his head. Smooth. Well, except for his original lighting bolt scar.
“Master Harry Sir!” said a squeaky voice. “Mistress Lily is trying to find you, sir! She says that the Weezys are here!”
“Dobby?” Harry asked, “What’re y’ doin’ here?” He was still recovering.
“Harry must wash up, Ron and the Weezys are here!”
Harry submitted and followed Dobby into the Mansion. He had been in the Gardens. Something was bothering him though. He seemed way too short, his voice was higher pitched than usual, and Dobby had mentioned something about ‘Mistress Lily.’ He got to his room and had to suppress a gasp. There was a huge mirror, about the size of the Mirror of Erised. Upon closer inspection he realized that it was the Mirror, but here, he must be very happy, seeing that he could use it as a normal mirror. What really shocked him was that he appeared to be around ten or eleven, his guess 10 going on 11. He had a bed that looked like a larger version of his bed in Gryffindor Tower—when he’d gone to Hogwarts. Which, judging by his age and date and the date—July 30, 1991, he’d going to Hogwarts for the *first* time.
“It’s pretty ‘amazing, isn’t it mate?” Harry jumped at the remark. He turned, to see that it was Ron and Ginny. Ron was grinning as he said this: “Guess who greeted us at the door?” His grin became more pronounced.
“Harry, Longbottoms are here!” said a voice from the doorway. Harry looked up, and promptly fainted. He heard Ron and Ginny murmur something about almost doing the same thing.
A/n: I bet some of you know who ‘greeted them’ and why Harry fainted! R/R!