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The rain pounded on the pavement, splashing mud and water on the empty buildings and the lone traveler. As he staggered through Hogsmead, he clutched at his bleeding side. His goal was to reach Hogwarts, and if he recalled correctly, it was only a couple minutes from Hogsmead via the passage from the Shrieking shack. He reached the shrieking shack, and paused for a moment to catch his breath. His head was pounding, he was in agony from the wound in his side, and he was famished, as he had not had anything to eat for almost a week. He crawled through the tight passage underneath the shack, and weakly jabbed the knot on the Whomping Willow to stop it from killing him.

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall

James had barely sat down for the first feast of the school year, when a strange man had staggered in, covered in mud, water, and something that looked like blood. The sorting had just finished, and all the food had appeared, and most of the students had started eating. The man made it about half way through the hall before collapsing. Madam Pomfrey, who James knew all too well, rushed down to the man. She quickly began to run her wand over him in complex patterns, most likely doing tests. Professor Dumbledore soon joined her, and levitated the stranger out of the hall.

As Dumbledore levitated the stranger to the hospital wing, he spoke to Madam Pomfrey.

"Poppy, what is wrong with him?"

"He has numerous small wounds, and a case of malnutrition. It seems he has not eaten for several days. However, that is the least of his problems. He has a large, deep cut in his side, and shows the after effects of extensive torture, including the Cruciatus." Poppy said. "The cut is badly infected, and seems to have been reopened several times."

They were now at the hospital wing, so they put him on a bed. "Do you have any idea who he is, Albus?"

"No. Although he does look remarkably like James Potter."

"Do you think he could be a relative of his?"

At that moment, the man's eyes flew open. Before they could react, the man had sat up, drawn his wand, and pointed it at Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey. "Who are you, and where am I?" The man asked threateningly. Dumbledore raised his hands calmly, signaling that he mean no harm. "You are at Hogwarts, and I am Albus Dumbledore."

"What year is it?" The man demanded.

"1973. Why do you ask?" Dumbledore answered. "Do you think we could know your name?"

The man face-palmed. "My name is Harry. Harry Potter. And I asked you what year it is because I believe that I just traveled back in time." Harry's eyes suddenly rolled back up into his head, and he passed out.

A/N: Hey, it's me, thesecondsuperchick. I hope you like this story. Please review! I jump up and down every time I get a review. Every five reviews I get, I will update. Also, if anyone is interested in being my beta for this story, please pm or review and say so, as I am currently beta-less. Thesecondsuperchick out.