Time Turners | Harry Potter AU

Chapter 4

Bang Bang Bang

Harry jolted awake, blinking heavily to wake himself up. He sighed, finally taking in his location.

The place he was in was dark, so dark he had to wait a moment for his eyes to adjust. It was small and cramped and once he was able to see, it was clear that there had been spiders crawling around for years.

"Boy, Hurry up in there. I need you to make breakfast for Duddikins!"

Harry paled as he realised where he was, and he scrambled to open the door, immediately deciding to do things differently now that he was eleven again.

He opened the door, climbing out and staring at the tall lady watching him, his eyes narrowing. She scoffed, frowning. "Boy, listen to me, go make breakfast."

"No"

Petunia paused, having not expected that. She glanced around, leaning closer to Harry's face. "What,, what do  you mean no?"

Harry offered her an overly sweet smile, his hands going to his hips. "I know about everything." he told her. "I'm a wizard and I know more magic than you know."

Petunia let out a strangled gasp, stepping back. Harry smirked, realising why both his Dad and Grandfather liked to mess with people, it gave him a rush he couldn't explain. "I'm not doing chores from now on, otherwise I'll turn precious Duddeykins into a pig." he explained to Petunia, speaking slowly and creepily for an eleven year old child.

The elder lady gave a small nod, squeaking nervously and running away. Harry presumed she had gone to Vernon, so he took the opportunity to leave the house, planning on not coming home. He was sure Killian could get him a place.

He walked down the street, adjusting the huge clothes on his alarmingly bony body. The short boy huffed, turning out of Privet Drive and glanced around, trying to figure out how to get to Diagon Alley. 

He sat on a bench, staring into the distance. He was back where he started and it was quite scary. He had all of his old emotions back, but had kept his memories of what he assumed was now his past life. The boy crumbled, his confident demeanour disappearing.  He sat up, sniffling a little. It was overwhelming for him, his whole life had just changed. Maybe it was all for the better, but Harry couldn't help but struggle under the pressure he felt. 

It felt like hours Harry sat there, and he stayed put, curling up as it got colder and darker. He only sat up again when he felt someone sit next to him. The boy looked up to see Killian, wearing a trench coat (looking 'mysteriously sexy' as the man himself would say) and a button up shirt. Harry wiped his eyes, shifting closer to his grandfather. "Sorry." he mumbled, biting his bottom lip rather hard. he felt his hands reach to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it gently. 

Killian shook his head. "You don't have to apologise." he told Harry, offering him a gentle smile. "I figured you were here after you didn't show up." Killian told Harry, running a hand through his own hair. "Hermione seems worried whilst Draco-" the elder man paused, snorting. "screamed an assortment of interesting words at me." Killian stopped, seemingly thinking to himself. "What a brat." Harry heard him mumble under his breath. 

Harry let a small giggle escape his lips, and he gave a nervous, but meaningful smile. "Let's go." he blurted, standing up rather quickly. "I- I, um don't want Hermione to be concerned about me." he lied, just wanting to get away from the Dursleys, it was a place he had hoped to never return to. Killian stood up, sticking his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, of course Harry." he spoke, glancing around before swiftly taking off down the street. 

Harry's small eyes widened in surprise, and he followed, trying not to trip over his clothes. They ran onto the main road and Killian brushed into pedestrians, who watched Harry follow cautiously. Killian stopped when they reached a quiet alley behind an abandoned building which Harry remembered being a sweet shop Dudley used to love that closed because the Dursleys were the only people who enjoyed their sweets. Harry shuddered at the memory of the bitter tasting jelly beans and focused onto Killian, who had held his hands towards the bins. 

What happened next surprised Harry. Where the bins once were now stood a shimmering dark grey mass that was shaped like a door. Harry gasped as Killian grabbed the 'doorknob' which looked transparent but Killian was able to grab it just fine. The elder man yanked the door open and Harry was surprised to see the insides of the leaky cauldron. He turned to Killian, frowning. "What's this?" he asked, stepping closer to it. "This-" Killian announced, his voice turning high pitched with excitement. "is Mortem Travel, something I use to get around, and something you will be taught to do." 

Harry smiled, crossing his arms, trying to ignore his nerves. "So what do I do?" he questioned, chuckling softly. Killian headed towards the swirling grey mass, going to touch it. "Just step in of course!" he exclaimed, jumping into the door like structure and disappearing. Harry gasped, stepping back. "Hello?" he asked, sighing. Harry found himself tugging at the bottom of his shirt again, gearing himself to run towards it. He eventually leaped into the door, gasping for breath as he stumbled out on the other side, steadying himself as he nearly fell over. He trembled a little, standing up straight and grinning when he realised it had worked and he was in the leaky cauldron. 

He went over to the table where he noticed Hermione and Draco, both looking considerably younger. He smiled, glaring a little towards Draco and sitting closer to Hermione. Hermione calmed down when she saw Harry, and Draco seemed relieved, much to Harry's surprise. "Harry! There you are! Why were you so late? Did the Dursleys hurt you?" she berated Harry, the questions getting increasingly personal. 

Draco glared back at Harry, confused at Hermione's questions. "Why are you asking if they hurt him?" he snarled, looking down again. "Snape said you get treated like a king there." Harry shook his head, wincing, not bearing to look at Draco. "I, no." he mumbled, clearly uncomfortable. "The opposite." he commented, taking a shaky deep breath in. "Look, can we not talk about it." He snapped, his arms crossing to hide his body. 

Killian blinked, nodding. "Yeah, please can we not." he told them both. He sighed, offering Harry a smile. "How about we continue in the morning? I can get us all rooms for tonight." The three kids nodded, all happy with that plan. Killian smiled at that, beckoning for Hermione to follow and they went to visit Tom, the barkeeper to get rooms. 

Harry sat back, watching as Draco stood up too. Instead of following Killian and Hermione like Harry assumed he was, he sat down next to Harry, crossing his arms cautiously. "Did, they really hurt you?" He asked, his voice softer. Harry hesitated, before nodding. "Yeah. I was like a house elf to them." He mumbled, looking Draco in the eyes. This was weird, Draco never cared about him. Draco frowned and Harry could tell something was on his mind. Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine then, bully me for it-" he snapped, his eyes narrowing. 

Draco shook his head quickly. "No I, whilst Killian or whatever his name is was finding you, I was thinking." He told Harry. "I realised I was jealous of you and I don't know why." Harry's eyebrows raised in shock and he snorted. "What? You? Jealous of me?" he asked, smirking. Draco growled. "Be quiet." he mumbled, embarrassed. "Look, I'm sorry okay? I'd like to start over, be friends."

Harry blinked, even more surprised. He let out a bemused grin, nodding slowly. "We can be friends, but I need to forgive you first." He announced to the blonde boy. "It might take a while but, it will be nice to have one problem off my shoulder."

Draco smiled for the first time and Harry couldn't help but feel he had made the right decision. "I'll make it up to you, I promise!" Draco sang, getting up and heading to Killian, who now had the keys to the rooms. 

Harry let out a grin, watching Draco head upstairs. He was going to make this new chance worthwhile. He would fix his mistakes from the past life, he knew he would.