James Potter and the Reversed Time-Turner

Men ååååh. Nästa del är antagligen den jag är minst nöjd med, dumma Dumbledore. Jag har kämpat med hans brev huuuuuuuuuuur länge som helst men kan bara inte få det att låta tillräckligt "Dumbledorigt".

The sun had begun its journey back up to the sky before James had finished talking with his friends and telling them about everything that had happened. James put back the mirror in his pocket and tip-toe back to his bed, but when he climbed down under the blanket in his new bed that had been waiting for him when they came back from the Room of Requirement, he heard a voice coming from one of the boys who lived there too.
“Who is it?” the boy asked.
“It’s just me,” James answered.
“Harry?”
“No, I’m James. Harry’s Dad,”
“Whatever you say...” the boy started to snore loudly. James grinned, the voice had him of Frank Longbottom, one of his friends back in his own time. The boy maybe was a son to Frank? James laid awake on his back with his hands behind the neck, thinking about how lucky he was. This was so exiting, he wanted to make the best of the time with Harry and all his friends.
The sound of something tapping on the window made James to sneak out of his bed, and
he crawled out. An owl sat outside the window with a letter in his mouth.
“Hello sweetie,” James greeted and opened up so the owl could fly into the room and deliver the letter, but it stayed outside and simply dropped the letter in James’ hand before i flew away.
James scratched his head. Who would send him a letter now? He took the little piece of parchment and folded it up.

Dear Mr. Potter,

As you probably has noticed, I have fixed you a bed and retrieved your old trunk filled with the very same things that you had before. I have also informed all of the teachers that you are here but would appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone who you are other than to Harry and his friends. To everyone else you can say that you’re an unknown relative of Harry, who is here visiting.

Best Regards, Albus Dumbledore

Jättebra

Jätte, jättebra!

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James couldn’t sleep and was awake the whole night, and when the morning came and the other boys woke up he didn’t feel tired at all. James had the red Gryffindor-curtains closed around his bed and heard two of the boys he didn’t know the name of when they whispered about the sixth bed that shoved up under the night when they sleep.
“Why is it another bed here?” one of them asked curiously.
“Because,” James stuck his head out between the curtains, “I was in great need of somewhere to sleep, of course,” he smiled big.
“Harry?” one of the boys asked. He had an Irish accent and looked suprised at James who shook his head and thought about how stupid everyone was.
“No, I’m not Harry. Can’t you see that I don’t have any scar?” James pointed at his forehead.
“Wow, you look exactly like Harry!” the other boy said. He had black hair and smiled at James who jumped out of his bed.
“U-oh, I don’t. It’s Harry who look like me!” James hold out his hans against one of them “I’m James Potter,”
“So you are related, anyway? I’m Dean Thomas,” the boy said and shook James’ hand.
“Seamus Finnigan,” greeted the other, Irish, one.
“Well, yeah. At least we think so,” James thought about the letter from Dumbledore.
“Nice to meat you, James, but we should probably go down to breakfast now. Are you coming?” Dean said. James shook his head.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll wait for Harry and Ron. Se you!” James waved at Seamus and Dean as they left the dorm.

Great c:

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James walked slowly against Harry’s bed and didn’t stop until he was just a few inches away from Harry’s head. He put his hands around his mouth as a tube and leaned forward.
“Earth to Harry, it is you father speaking,” he said and made a crunching sound with his mouth. Harry grimaced and started to slowly open his eyes.
“I thought it was just a dream, but you’re actually here,” Harry smiled. James grinned. His son was rather cute, actually. ‘He’s not like me, and Lily isn’t like that either. I wonder who he got that kindness from,’ James thougt.
“You bet I am,” James said. “And I’m really hungry, so I think we shall wake Ron up and go down for some food, shall we?”
“Sure,” Harry grinned and walked over to Ron’s. “I think it’s time for Ickle Ronniekins to wake up now!” he said and tickled Ron through the covers.
“Harry, stop it!” Ron gasped between his laugh.
“Yeah Harry, stop!” James commanded seriously but failed to keep a straight face. He smirked, laughed and threw himself over Ron to help Harry. They didn’t stop until the boy that James had talked to in the night came walking from the other side of the room, looking very confused.
“What are you guys doing?” he said.
“Oh,” Harry stopped tickling Ron. “Hi Neville,”
Neville turned to face James who grinned widely.
“And who are you?”
“This is James Potter,” Harry introduced. “My, er, my cousin?” James nodded.
“Nice to meet you, James. I’m Neville Longbottom,” Neville shook the hand that James streched out. James smiled, this must be Frank’s son!
“I’m hungry, let’s get dressed and go down to breakfast! Ron said suddenly. James laughed.
“You’re just like Sirius,” he joked and walked back to his trunk to find some clothes.
“Do you mean Sirius Black? That’s not a very kind thing to say to people,” said Neville. James froze.
“Er, no, another Sirius...” he said slowly. Neville nodded.
“Are you done? Can we go now?” Harry asked, eager to change subject.
“I’m done,” James walked to the door. Ron followed him and Neville, who was a little confused as James had suddenly been a little icy, seemed to be thinking for a moment before he decided to follow as well.

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