Harry Potter the defeater of Voldemort, graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, player of Quidditch, son of James and Lily Potter, and friend of many. He was tired, and lonely, for lack of a better word. He'd done everything he'd been destined to do, and now where was he?
He was to be engaged to Ginny Weasley in less than a week, he was best man at Ron's wedding, and he'd been offered jobs from a Seeker for England to Auror in the new ministry. He knew he wasn't qualified for any if he were to be truthful. Maybe he was just being childish, but he didn't seem to have any direction, and nothing to live for as it were.
But he knew he shouldn't complain either, he felt a slight pang, maybe he could have complained to Sirius. Or Remus, but they'd died, and left Harry to himself. He couldn't even think about talking about any of this to Hermione or Ron, they'd just gotten married and were on their honeymoon.
Harry sat going through some of Sirius' old things, hating the fact that he was brooding, but he couldn't seem to stop himself as pathetic as that sounded. Harry's mind was distracted from his self pitying thoughts though when he felt a cool chill run up his fingers, he looked down and spotted the small time turned, chainless and dusty in a carved lead box under Sirius' bed. What was this doing here?
He noticed that the sand inside it wasn't normal. It looked blue, or was it grey? The colors seemed to shift and merge into one another as Harry moved the time turner in his hands. It was gorgeous but there was something a little odd about it.
Harry didn't have much more time to think about this, because as he turned it over in his hands the world around him seemed to still, and suddenly everything melted together, in blurs of bright lights and weird moving images. He closed his eyes, he suddenly felt very sick. His stomach turned much like the time turned had and the feeling only intensified when he realized he had nothing to hold onto, that this ride would have to be just that, ridden out.
Black dots and weird lights exploded behind his closed eyelids and he felt like his head was going to explode, he wasn't sure what was going on but he had a good idea and this only served to make it all even worse. Harry bit his lip and with one last inhalation of panicked breath he passed out.
"Padfoot?!" James said in a furious whisper as the long dark haired man hauled a limp body into James' newly warded house.
"He was in my room, passed out, and I didn't know what to do with him. What if my…What if he's hurt, and in my house, I'll be the one to get in trouble. I need your help," James sighed and closed the door behind them and he helped Sirius get the boy onto his couch.
"You can tell me exactly what happened after we wake him up and get him out of here, because if Lily—" Right at that moment the red haired woman came out into the living room with a tray of tea and snacks. She gave a horrified gasp at what she saw.
"James, what's going on?!"
"Oh, God, he's not waking up," Lily said biting at her finger nails as she looked down at the young boy who looked so much like James.
"What was he doing in your room anyway, Padfoot?" A young sandy haired and slightly scarred young man asked.
"I don't know, I just walked in there, and there he was! I didn't know what to do so I brought him here. I couldn't stay there, if my mother came home and I had a boy passed out in my room…God knows she'd blow me up again, and not just off some stupid family tree!"
"Well what are we going to do about him then?" No one answered James' question, because it was far out shadowed by the one asked seconds after.
"Why does he look so much like James?"
"Lily, he doesn't—" James started, but that was before Harry's deep green eyes opened. It seemed like forever before the scared, and shocked looking boy opened his mouth.
"I need to see Dumbledore. Now."
A/N: This was a little random thing I've wanted to start for a long time. I haven't read many fanfictions where Harry if transported to the past, and his parents aren't teenagers or anything. But adults. Or mostly that. So I hope this is well received.
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