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Chapter 1

            It was almost midnight and the corridors were completely deserted, all but for one person. Harry Potter trudged back to his common room, his spirits somewhat diminished. The first day of term and already Snape had him doing detention! It was all Malfoy's fault too. If Malfoy hadn't purposely knocked a vial of armadillo bile into Harry's potion, it mightn't have exploded, causing Snape to be drenched in the potion while he was examining their work. Harry remembered the incident and smiled despite his situation. Snape had grown hair at an alarming rate and soon the class had to be evacuated to avoid being smothered by his greasy locks. It took an hour to get Snape out of their dungeon classroom and he hadn't wasted any time in informing Harry that he would be doing a month's worth of detentions. Of course, as predicted, Snape wouldn't listen to Harry's explanations. So here he was now, stuck cleaning all the dungeons for a month, without magic.

            Harry walked along another corridor and was halfway through it when he realized that he had taken a wrong turning. His mind was so focused on the day's events that he had walked straight into a corridor that he rarely went into. He turned back and in doing so, noticed a door that he could have sworn hadn't been there when he passed by a moment ago. He examined the door and saw a strange golden light escaping through the cracks at the bottom. His curiosity got the better of him and he opened the door just a crack to peek inside. However, the moment the door was opened, the light escaped and illuminated Harry. Then, Harry felt some sort of force pulling him in. He tried to resist but it was too strong. He felt his felt his feet lift from the ground and then he was in, the door closing silently behind him and disappearing.

            Harry hurtled forward, straight into the heart of a big, golden vortex. Harry felt panic coursing through his body. Would he get out of this alive? If he died, he thought, at least he might get to see his parents again, and Sirius. And with that last thought, he closed his eyes and braced himself for whatever was going to happen.

            Suddenly, Harry's body thudded onto a cold, stone floor. He opened his eyes. He was still alive! And what's more, he was in the same corridor that the door was in. Harry stood up shakily and looked around for the door. It was gone! He shook his head. Maybe he was hallucinating or something, maybe there wasn't even a door to begin with. He turned and walked into the corridor leading to his common room. He reached the Fat Lady's portrait and said the password: "Pumpkin Juice" The Fat Lady was asleep so Harry said louder: "Pumpkin Juice!" The Fat Lady opened her eyes then looked at him imperiously. "That is the wrong password. No password, no entering Gryffindor Tower." She said. Harry stared at the portrait. How could they have changed the password in just one day? "Er… Are you sure that's not the password?" Harry asked the Fat Lady. "Of course I am certain!" the Fat Lady said, sounding offended that Harry had doubted her. Just then, Harry heard a high pitched mewing at his ankles. He looked down, expecting to see Mrs. Norris, but instead saw a tiny kitten that looked like a small version of the caretaker's cat. Suddenly, a voice behind him said: "So, a student out of bed at this hour."

            Harry turned around and found himself staring at the face of Argus Filch. Only, this Argus Filch looked younger and some of his hair was still black as opposed to all the gray Harry remembered. Unfortunately, he still looked as menacing. "So," Filch said again. "Trying to get into Gryffindor Tower as well."

            "But, I don't know what happened! I was just on my way back from Professor Snape's detention and suddenly, they've changed the password so I can't even get into my own common room!" Harry explained.

            "What are you talking about, boy?" Filch eyed Harry suspiciously. "There is no Professor Snape in Hogwarts and passwords aren't changed the first day of term!"

            Harry's eyes widened. What was going on here? No Professor Snape, the password changed, and talking to him right now was a younger version of Filch! Taking Harry's silence as a sign of guilt, Filch smiled a frightening smile.

            "You're going straight to the Headmaster for this, boy. Come along!" Filch said grabbing Harry's arm in a vice-like grip and steering him in the direction of the Headmaster's office. Harry, still stunned at the startling turn of events, followed Filch quietly.

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