Nobody spoke

Lost in Time and Space17/10/2008 20:51:00

A/N: So this is my first FanFiction EVER! I don't care if you like it or not, but if you don't have to, don't flame it please. I also apologise to other authors if my ideas sound like theirs. Just tell me and I'll give you the credit for the idea, because I love reading stories like this and I've read a lot and I can't tell if some ideas have been used before. If you do claim credit, I will be checking to see if you actually did use the idea first. It would also be nice if you can inform me if any characters are acting OOC. The italics are a direct quote from DH. It'll also follow the books with no changes. Let me know if it's good!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter or anything from the books are not mine, they are J.K Rowling's and I'm not going to make a profit off of this, so no suing PLEASE!

Nobody spoke. They seemed as scared as Harry, whose heart was now throwing itself against his ribs as though determined to escape the body he was about to cast aside. His hands were sweating as he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it beneath his robes, with his wand. He did not want to be tempted to fight.

"I was, it seems … mistaken," said Voldemort.

"You weren't," said Harry as loud as he could, not wanting to sound afraid. He clutched the Resurrection Stone still harder, his parents whispering encouragement, as he stepped forward into the clearing.

The Death Eaters remained silent as Harry and Voldemort stared at each other. Voldemort tilted his head to one side, like a small child, and Harry just stood there, hoping for it to be over soon. I'll be with my parents soon, he thought, as Voldemort raised his wand at him.

Harry's fear was starting to get the better of him. Voldemort's mouth moved, though Harry could not hear anything but his beating heart. He saw the green light charging towards him, and at the last minute he raised the hand holding the Stone. The curse hit the stone and there was a loud BANG! Harry felt himself slipping down to the ground, but when he reached the ground, he did not stop. He just kept going down. Harry looked up just before the forest floor swallowed him up completely and he saw that Voldemort was sinking too, the Death Eaters screaming at him for instructions. Harry's head finally disappeared and he lost consciousness.

When Harry woke, he found himself exactly where the ground swallowed him up. But something was different. There were no Death Eaters, there was no Voldemort, there was no fire, there was no mini camp and there, lying a couple of meters in front of him, was the Elder Wand.

He sat up and crawled over to the wand. His body ached immensely. He felt as if he had been trampled by a herd of hippogriffs. Harry picked up the wand and felt a chilling warmth come from the wand. He knew he was the master of it, he knew he could do almost anything with it. Then it hit him. He could do anything with it, even repair his old wand! He pulled out the moleskin and drove his hand into it. He had not felt excitement like this since he, Ron, and Hermione destroyed the cup. He finally grabbed his broken wand and laid it gently on the ground. He took the Elder Wand, placed the tip on the fine thread that connected the two parts and murmured, "Reparo."

The effect was immediate. The phoenix wand pulled back together and red sparks flew from the end. He put the Elder Wand in his pocket and picked up his old wand. Warmth flowed into his hands, then up his arm, and finally dispersed to the rest of his body. This warmth was different from the Elder Wand. The Elder Wand's warmth felt wrong and out of place, while his wand felt happy and refreshing.

The pain was starting to numb, so Harry stood up. Something still felt wrong, deep in his gut. He knew he was in the Forbidden Forest, but it felt like he wasn't supposed to be there. Just to be cautious, he took the Invisibility Cloak from his robes and threw it over himself, then started to make his way out of the Forest.

When he stepped out of the canopy of the trees, he was momentarily blinded by the sunlight. That's not right, thought Harry, it was night when I walked into the Forest. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw that there were students hanging around the grounds. But why? There was a battle going on and they're out there laughing and fooling around! He looked up at the castle, and saw with a jolt that it was, in fact, still in one piece. There were no holes in the sides, the glass was not broken and there was no rubble surrounding the castle.

"Maybe I've been out for a long time", Harry mused. He was very confused. He decided he would go up to Professor McGonagall and ask what had happened. Under the Cloak, he made his way up to the gargoyle that blocked the passage to the Headmistress' office. Knowing she would have kept the routine of candy passwords, in memory of Dumbledore, he started guessing sweets at random. The gargoyle finally leapt aside when he muttered, "Bertie Bott's."

Harry took the stairs two at a time, stuffing the invisibility cloak under his torn robes again. He finally reached the door and hesitated. Fear flooded him as he thought; What if she didn't survive? He shook himself, and remained himself that Prof. McGonagall was too good a witch to die in a battle like that. He knocked and voice he thought he would never hear again said, "Come in."

Harry just stood there, frozen to the spot. He couldn't have just heard Dumbledore welcoming him into his office. It just wasn't possible. Dumbledore was dead. He must have stood there for awhile because Harry heard shuffling feet from inside, then saw the door open. Right in front of him he saw his dead mentor, very much alive. His brain shut off and he fainted.

A/N: That's the first chapter. Hope you like!