Harry Potter and the Voices from the Past
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
959
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Harry Potter and the Voices from the Past
A/N: I got for Harry talking to the past from a ham radio like in the movie Frequency. Something’s are similar, others things are different
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Chapter 1
One Boring Summers Day
It was a beautiful summer day; everyone was outside enjoying it except for a seventeen-year-old boy with raven black hair and emerald green eyes, that was hidden behind round glasses and were taped in the middle to keep them together.
Harry Potter’s cousin Dudley Dursley had bunched him in the noise again and while he had been let off, Harry had been punished for punching back. The good thing about the fight was that Dudley now had a swollen lip but the bad thing about it was that Harry had gotten locked in his room and he wasn’t allowed out till ‘Dudleykins’ lip had healed (though he was let out for meals and toilet brake, when they remembered). And that had week now and that lip should have gone down by now. Though Harry had a sinking suspicion his cousin kept it that way.
Harry knew he shouldn’t have been baited but it just happened. And of course his ‘family’ wouldn’t chose Harry’s side over Dudley’s since his Aunt and Uncle didn’t like him at all. You see Harry was not an ordinary boy. He was in fact a wizard.
His mother was a muggle-born witch and his father was a pureblood wizard. The both attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and that’s where they meet and fell in love. After they had graduated form school they were married and had a son. But when Harry was one years old his parents were killed by one of the most evil wizards. Lord Voldimort.
A/N: - {Flinch}.
One of James Potter’s closet friend, Peter Petigrew, had betrayed them and James’s best friend Sirius Black was blamed for killing him and his wife Lily as well seventeen muggles and Peter (who had in fact faked his own death). Their other friend Remus Lupin was poor and a werewolf and couldn’t have looked after Harry.
And that how he got stuck with the Dursley.
Harry had striped down to a dark green singlet top and three-quarter black shorts, the window was open and a cool breeze slipped in and out of the room keeping it at a liveable temperature. That may be well and good except for the fact that there was nothing to do. He had completed all his schoolwork that needed doing. He had read all his school books that he got over the years, including Hogwarts: A History that one of his best friends Hermione had sent him for his sixteenth birthday last year, all of the books Dudley won’t read. He’d also moved his room around, played normal card games but there can be only so many times he could do these things and he was running out of option.
He looked about the room were all of Dudley’s old, forgotten and broken stuff was stored. Since Harry didn’t have much stuff it filled the empty space in the room. Which was a lot.
Harry looked them over and come across the old ham radio Aunt Petunia had given Dudley when he was eight. It had been Petunia’s fathers, then Lily’s, his aunt’s, then Dudley. Which only lasted five minutes after he had got it by sitting on it. No one had been bothered to fix it.
Well it was something to do.
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Five hours later Harry was still working on the ham radio and enjoying himself. He could hear the clutter of plates down stairs but he wasn’t hungry so he ignored it. Besides he was almost finished.
Harry put down the screwdriver down on the desk, stood up and stretched. Finished. Harry was quite proud of himself. He took the cord from the back and plugged it into the wall. Harry then flipped the switch on. Static. Yes, he fixed it by the sounds of it.
Harry sat down again and pressed down on the mic while looking at the registration numbers on the side and shrugged. WQPRX739. What does that mean?
“Hello…any one out there.”
Nothing
“Hello, is anyone there.”
Still nothing
It was worth a try.
“Potter!” Uncle Vernon yelled from outside his door as the locks where flipped open.
Harry sighed “What now.” And followed his uncle down the stairs.
With Harry out of the room all was quite except for one thing.
“This is WQPRX739. C-15. Anyone out there tonight?”
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Chapter 1
One Boring Summers Day
It was a beautiful summer day; everyone was outside enjoying it except for a seventeen-year-old boy with raven black hair and emerald green eyes, that was hidden behind round glasses and were taped in the middle to keep them together.
Harry Potter’s cousin Dudley Dursley had bunched him in the noise again and while he had been let off, Harry had been punished for punching back. The good thing about the fight was that Dudley now had a swollen lip but the bad thing about it was that Harry had gotten locked in his room and he wasn’t allowed out till ‘Dudleykins’ lip had healed (though he was let out for meals and toilet brake, when they remembered). And that had week now and that lip should have gone down by now. Though Harry had a sinking suspicion his cousin kept it that way.
Harry knew he shouldn’t have been baited but it just happened. And of course his ‘family’ wouldn’t chose Harry’s side over Dudley’s since his Aunt and Uncle didn’t like him at all. You see Harry was not an ordinary boy. He was in fact a wizard.
His mother was a muggle-born witch and his father was a pureblood wizard. The both attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and that’s where they meet and fell in love. After they had graduated form school they were married and had a son. But when Harry was one years old his parents were killed by one of the most evil wizards. Lord Voldimort.
A/N: - {Flinch}.
One of James Potter’s closet friend, Peter Petigrew, had betrayed them and James’s best friend Sirius Black was blamed for killing him and his wife Lily as well seventeen muggles and Peter (who had in fact faked his own death). Their other friend Remus Lupin was poor and a werewolf and couldn’t have looked after Harry.
And that how he got stuck with the Dursley.
Harry had striped down to a dark green singlet top and three-quarter black shorts, the window was open and a cool breeze slipped in and out of the room keeping it at a liveable temperature. That may be well and good except for the fact that there was nothing to do. He had completed all his schoolwork that needed doing. He had read all his school books that he got over the years, including Hogwarts: A History that one of his best friends Hermione had sent him for his sixteenth birthday last year, all of the books Dudley won’t read. He’d also moved his room around, played normal card games but there can be only so many times he could do these things and he was running out of option.
He looked about the room were all of Dudley’s old, forgotten and broken stuff was stored. Since Harry didn’t have much stuff it filled the empty space in the room. Which was a lot.
Harry looked them over and come across the old ham radio Aunt Petunia had given Dudley when he was eight. It had been Petunia’s fathers, then Lily’s, his aunt’s, then Dudley. Which only lasted five minutes after he had got it by sitting on it. No one had been bothered to fix it.
Well it was something to do.
>*<>*<>*<>*<
Five hours later Harry was still working on the ham radio and enjoying himself. He could hear the clutter of plates down stairs but he wasn’t hungry so he ignored it. Besides he was almost finished.
Harry put down the screwdriver down on the desk, stood up and stretched. Finished. Harry was quite proud of himself. He took the cord from the back and plugged it into the wall. Harry then flipped the switch on. Static. Yes, he fixed it by the sounds of it.
Harry sat down again and pressed down on the mic while looking at the registration numbers on the side and shrugged. WQPRX739. What does that mean?
“Hello…any one out there.”
Nothing
“Hello, is anyone there.”
Still nothing
It was worth a try.
“Potter!” Uncle Vernon yelled from outside his door as the locks where flipped open.
Harry sighed “What now.” And followed his uncle down the stairs.
With Harry out of the room all was quite except for one thing.
“This is WQPRX739. C-15. Anyone out there tonight?”
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