Between Two Points Series-Harry Potter {Chapter Two}
Title: Between Two Points Series-Chapter Two
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: N/A
Summary: Everyone's dead leaving Harry alone to fight You-Know-Who. With only a few horcrux's destroyed, Harry decides to use a time-turner to go back in time to stop Tom Riddle. Only thing is,he's off on the time by five years.
The corridors were filled with the sound of their footsteps as they carried themselves farther into the dungeons. The prefect walked purposely ahead and seemed to be intentionally meaning to leave Harry behind. Thanks to Harry’s second year adventure, he had an idea where the entrance was. Speaking parseltongue would probably open it, Harry mused. Still he hurried to catch up with the familiar boy.
“I didn’t catch what your name is.” , drawled the taller boy. His expression was that of the usual Slytherin, his nose turned up and mouth held in a grim line. ‘Why am I even talking to you, ‘perfected even before Draco Malfoy came around.
“Harry Evans.” Harry examined the boy’s face closer as it finally came to him who the boy recognized. The troll-ish features practically struck out at Harry and he was reminded of the captain of the Slytherin quidditch team when he had first become seeker. This had to be the father of Theodore Nott, or at least a relative of his. Their personality was almost the same.
“A half blood. Or worse a Mudblood.” Spat the boy as he increased his pace even more. Never mind they were the same. The ex-Gryffindor rolled his eyes at the other’s nature. Really was it a miracle to come across a Slytherin that wasn’t obsessed with blood lines?
“Yeah. What if I am?” Did it really take this long to get to the dungeons?
The boy sneered, “If I were you, I would learn to keep my mouth shut. Being proud of being a muggleborn is rightfully frowned upon. Unworthy-“
“Password.”
It took Harry a second but he was able to spot the subtle indention in the wall. A silver snake ornament was curled in the crook .The prefect’s mouth clamped shut for a second before speaking to what Harry guessed to be the snake, “Pureblood.”.
Harry didn’t hold in his snort, “I’m sure that the other houses won’t have a hard time figuring that out.”
“It’s the first day of school. The first years need an easy password. “The prefect glared.
The portrait opened and the two rushed in. A fire crackled in the fireplace across the room, setting an orange glow over the couches rearranged in front of the fire, facing away from the,. A forest green rug was placed over the stone floor in front of the entrance and extended to where Harry assumed to be, a door to the dormitories. A glass window stayed on either side of the fireplace, but strangely at the moment it was dark behind them.
“The password will stay pureblood until further notice. I gathered you a pair of school owned robes,”sneer, “and placed them on your bed. We share the same dorms. “The boy held out his hand awkwardly, “my manners were forgotten before. My name is William Nott. If you’re lucky and we become better friends you can call me Will.”
Harry tried to not act too suspicious as he shook the hand of the future father of one of his classmates. How old was this William in his time? To be a student in the forty’s and have a teenage child in the nineties? Pushing this out of his mind, Harry shook the offered hand.
“Pleasure.”
Nott quickly retracted his hand and motioned to what Harry thought to be the dormitory.
“This way.”
Tentatively, the Boy Who Lived followed the other through the door. Like the Gryffindor Tower a staircase wound upward towards the dorms, lighted with torches in sconces on the wall. A first year standing on the stairs squeaked as they rounded the corner before rushing into his door. William stopped at the third door and turned to Harry.
“Be quiet. This might come as a shocker to you but its midnight by now and some people are sleeping.”
Without waiting for a response, William opened the door and crept in. harry tried not to stumble over things in the darkness, as no light came through the windows as there wasn’t any. William was already on his bed when he pointed to the other vacant bed.
“That’s yours. Your uniform is there as well. Pleasant dreams.”
And with that the curtains around his bed were drawn shut. Harry simply stood there for a second, still reeling from the events of the day. Everything seemed to be happening so suddenly! Finally, Harry sighed and slouched to his bed. Not even bothering to put his uniform somewhere else. Harry climbed into the bed and shut his draping’s. Glasses were placed on the table and he forced himself to relax against the mattress, and not surprising to the young boy, his mind was racing more than usual. Gone were the worries of Voldemort finding him or seeing visions through his connection to the older wizard’s mind-the bond hadn’t been made yet so it shouldn’t exist, right? But his scar was still there; behind glamour he had placed over it- and replaced with thoughts of the young Tom Riddle.
Where was he? Had he gotten the time right? Then why was Nott here? He was one of the boys in Riddle’s gang so he did have it right. Harry groaned softly and buried himself farther into his covers like that would hide him from his problems. Maybe this hadn’t been such genius idea. What was he planning on doing once he had found Riddle? Persuade him with puppies and kittens? Tell him he really didn’t want to exterminate the world of half its population with a ‘please’ and ‘thank you’s, that he should put his incredible powers to good?
You don’t want to look like a snake, really.
As a distraction, Harry’s emerald eyes jerked around his surroundings. Through a crack in the curtains, he could see the figure of a laying person in their bed, breathing deeply. Shadows covered his torso and up, leaving the figure’s identity unknown. Both the curtains and sheets on Harry’s bed were Slytherin green, and Harry thought if he looked closer he could see small silver snakes embroidered in the fabric covering his body. Deciding that looking around in darkness was getting him nowhere near sleep, he pulled out his wand and cast a ‘Tempus’. Thin, red numbers read twelve thirty-six (the a.m. taunted Harry). Remembering something from the Muggle world, Harry imagined himself counting sheep; surely since he had never tried this type of thing to fall asleep it would work?
A quarter to four found Harry Potter finally asleep.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: N/A
Summary: Everyone's dead leaving Harry alone to fight You-Know-Who. With only a few horcrux's destroyed, Harry decides to use a time-turner to go back in time to stop Tom Riddle. Only thing is,he's off on the time by five years.
The corridors were filled with the sound of their footsteps as they carried themselves farther into the dungeons. The prefect walked purposely ahead and seemed to be intentionally meaning to leave Harry behind. Thanks to Harry’s second year adventure, he had an idea where the entrance was. Speaking parseltongue would probably open it, Harry mused. Still he hurried to catch up with the familiar boy.
“I didn’t catch what your name is.” , drawled the taller boy. His expression was that of the usual Slytherin, his nose turned up and mouth held in a grim line. ‘Why am I even talking to you, ‘perfected even before Draco Malfoy came around.
“Harry Evans.” Harry examined the boy’s face closer as it finally came to him who the boy recognized. The troll-ish features practically struck out at Harry and he was reminded of the captain of the Slytherin quidditch team when he had first become seeker. This had to be the father of Theodore Nott, or at least a relative of his. Their personality was almost the same.
“A half blood. Or worse a Mudblood.” Spat the boy as he increased his pace even more. Never mind they were the same. The ex-Gryffindor rolled his eyes at the other’s nature. Really was it a miracle to come across a Slytherin that wasn’t obsessed with blood lines?
“Yeah. What if I am?” Did it really take this long to get to the dungeons?
The boy sneered, “If I were you, I would learn to keep my mouth shut. Being proud of being a muggleborn is rightfully frowned upon. Unworthy-“
“Password.”
It took Harry a second but he was able to spot the subtle indention in the wall. A silver snake ornament was curled in the crook .The prefect’s mouth clamped shut for a second before speaking to what Harry guessed to be the snake, “Pureblood.”.
Harry didn’t hold in his snort, “I’m sure that the other houses won’t have a hard time figuring that out.”
“It’s the first day of school. The first years need an easy password. “The prefect glared.
The portrait opened and the two rushed in. A fire crackled in the fireplace across the room, setting an orange glow over the couches rearranged in front of the fire, facing away from the,. A forest green rug was placed over the stone floor in front of the entrance and extended to where Harry assumed to be, a door to the dormitories. A glass window stayed on either side of the fireplace, but strangely at the moment it was dark behind them.
“The password will stay pureblood until further notice. I gathered you a pair of school owned robes,”sneer, “and placed them on your bed. We share the same dorms. “The boy held out his hand awkwardly, “my manners were forgotten before. My name is William Nott. If you’re lucky and we become better friends you can call me Will.”
Harry tried to not act too suspicious as he shook the hand of the future father of one of his classmates. How old was this William in his time? To be a student in the forty’s and have a teenage child in the nineties? Pushing this out of his mind, Harry shook the offered hand.
“Pleasure.”
Nott quickly retracted his hand and motioned to what Harry thought to be the dormitory.
“This way.”
Tentatively, the Boy Who Lived followed the other through the door. Like the Gryffindor Tower a staircase wound upward towards the dorms, lighted with torches in sconces on the wall. A first year standing on the stairs squeaked as they rounded the corner before rushing into his door. William stopped at the third door and turned to Harry.
“Be quiet. This might come as a shocker to you but its midnight by now and some people are sleeping.”
Without waiting for a response, William opened the door and crept in. harry tried not to stumble over things in the darkness, as no light came through the windows as there wasn’t any. William was already on his bed when he pointed to the other vacant bed.
“That’s yours. Your uniform is there as well. Pleasant dreams.”
And with that the curtains around his bed were drawn shut. Harry simply stood there for a second, still reeling from the events of the day. Everything seemed to be happening so suddenly! Finally, Harry sighed and slouched to his bed. Not even bothering to put his uniform somewhere else. Harry climbed into the bed and shut his draping’s. Glasses were placed on the table and he forced himself to relax against the mattress, and not surprising to the young boy, his mind was racing more than usual. Gone were the worries of Voldemort finding him or seeing visions through his connection to the older wizard’s mind-the bond hadn’t been made yet so it shouldn’t exist, right? But his scar was still there; behind glamour he had placed over it- and replaced with thoughts of the young Tom Riddle.
Where was he? Had he gotten the time right? Then why was Nott here? He was one of the boys in Riddle’s gang so he did have it right. Harry groaned softly and buried himself farther into his covers like that would hide him from his problems. Maybe this hadn’t been such genius idea. What was he planning on doing once he had found Riddle? Persuade him with puppies and kittens? Tell him he really didn’t want to exterminate the world of half its population with a ‘please’ and ‘thank you’s, that he should put his incredible powers to good?
You don’t want to look like a snake, really.
As a distraction, Harry’s emerald eyes jerked around his surroundings. Through a crack in the curtains, he could see the figure of a laying person in their bed, breathing deeply. Shadows covered his torso and up, leaving the figure’s identity unknown. Both the curtains and sheets on Harry’s bed were Slytherin green, and Harry thought if he looked closer he could see small silver snakes embroidered in the fabric covering his body. Deciding that looking around in darkness was getting him nowhere near sleep, he pulled out his wand and cast a ‘Tempus’. Thin, red numbers read twelve thirty-six (the a.m. taunted Harry). Remembering something from the Muggle world, Harry imagined himself counting sheep; surely since he had never tried this type of thing to fall asleep it would work?
A quarter to four found Harry Potter finally asleep.