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know, there is a timeline. James, Remus, and Sirius are 15 and it is the year 1979. Harry is 15 and in 2002. That
means he was born in 1987, not 1980. How much would he weigh in England?
Disclaimer: MINE, ALL MINE, Pixie why did you hit me with a wet noodle? Of course, I own it, you mean I don't?
*Runs away sobbing*.
'Thought,' "speak"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2002~~~~~~~~~~
Harry's birthday was complete misery. He was 5'11" and still growing, yet he only weighed 95 ½ pounds. He had
nightmares every night, and when he woke, he had the words, KILL THE SPARE, echoing throughout his mind.
Then there were the beatings. They were always for small, inconsequential, imagined offenses. Eating too much
'ha, as if, I never get any food', talking too loudly, working, too fast or too slow. To the Dursley's, he never did
anything right.
It had been a complete shock the first time Vernon had hit him. He had missed a spot when he was dusting, and
Vernon had promptly backhanded him. His lip split and he gained a black eye. "You worthless brat, you can't do
anything right. We take you in and feed you and you can't even clean properly. You are as worthless as your
father was," Vernon roared.
He was brought back to the present with Petunia yelling at him to clean the bathroom and dining room. He
complied, but not fast enough. Petunia complained to Vernon on how slow and disrespectful Harry was. That
night, Vernon punished Harry with a new "toy." It was a bullwhip.
It cracked and whistled thought the air before meeting Harry's back. Soon his back was covered with the tatters
of his skin and blood. Before Vernon left, he snarled, " You will be expected to do all your chores tomorrow."
Harry didn't answer. He was looking at the stars and trying to make a wish. It was to be somewhere where he
was safe and wanted. He passed out and never knew that he disappeared in a maelstrom of air and bright,
emerald green light.
~~~~~~~~~~In 1079, at Hogwarts~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Jamsie-poo, will you stop thinking about your widdle girlfriend, and help with this prank?" a dark haired boy asked.
"Yeah, we all know padfoot isn't intelligent enough to come up with a prank that will humiliate Snape," replied the
blond. "Messr. Padfoot would like to state that Messr. Moony is a pain in the arse, and where is Pete?" asked
Sirius. The three boys looked at each other, and then shrugged their shoulders.
"James, Remus, you two wanna go outside and practice for the game next week?" "We're going to need it with
that newbie seeker, huh Moony." "Race you to the pitch Siri," yelled the two boys in unison. They raced through
the hallways, barging into students, and avoiding the teachers. James made it into the pitch ahead of them, when
the three noticed a green light. The boys crept closer when a body, covered in blood and gore fell out. "My word,
James, HE looks a lot like you," Remus exclaimed.
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know, there is a timeline. James, Remus, and Sirius are 15 and it is the year 1979. Harry is 15 and in 2002. That
means he was born in 1987, not 1980. How much would he weigh in England?
Disclaimer: MINE, ALL MINE, Pixie why did you hit me with a wet noodle? Of course, I own it, you mean I don't?
*Runs away sobbing*.
'Thought,' "speak"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2002~~~~~~~~~~
Harry's birthday was complete misery. He was 5'11" and still growing, yet he only weighed 95 ½ pounds. He had
nightmares every night, and when he woke, he had the words, KILL THE SPARE, echoing throughout his mind.
Then there were the beatings. They were always for small, inconsequential, imagined offenses. Eating too much
'ha, as if, I never get any food', talking too loudly, working, too fast or too slow. To the Dursley's, he never did
anything right.
It had been a complete shock the first time Vernon had hit him. He had missed a spot when he was dusting, and
Vernon had promptly backhanded him. His lip split and he gained a black eye. "You worthless brat, you can't do
anything right. We take you in and feed you and you can't even clean properly. You are as worthless as your
father was," Vernon roared.
He was brought back to the present with Petunia yelling at him to clean the bathroom and dining room. He
complied, but not fast enough. Petunia complained to Vernon on how slow and disrespectful Harry was. That
night, Vernon punished Harry with a new "toy." It was a bullwhip.
It cracked and whistled thought the air before meeting Harry's back. Soon his back was covered with the tatters
of his skin and blood. Before Vernon left, he snarled, " You will be expected to do all your chores tomorrow."
Harry didn't answer. He was looking at the stars and trying to make a wish. It was to be somewhere where he
was safe and wanted. He passed out and never knew that he disappeared in a maelstrom of air and bright,
emerald green light.
~~~~~~~~~~In 1079, at Hogwarts~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Jamsie-poo, will you stop thinking about your widdle girlfriend, and help with this prank?" a dark haired boy asked.
"Yeah, we all know padfoot isn't intelligent enough to come up with a prank that will humiliate Snape," replied the
blond. "Messr. Padfoot would like to state that Messr. Moony is a pain in the arse, and where is Pete?" asked
Sirius. The three boys looked at each other, and then shrugged their shoulders.
"James, Remus, you two wanna go outside and practice for the game next week?" "We're going to need it with
that newbie seeker, huh Moony." "Race you to the pitch Siri," yelled the two boys in unison. They raced through
the hallways, barging into students, and avoiding the teachers. James made it into the pitch ahead of them, when
the three noticed a green light. The boys crept closer when a body, covered in blood and gore fell out. "My word,
James, HE looks a lot like you," Remus exclaimed.
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