Falling Through Time & Space

Waking Up

"What do you mean, he is not the same Harry!! What happened to Harry?!?!?"

One could hear the voice of one very grief-stricken Sirius Orin Black all over the British Isles. Even the Fidelius Charm could not handle the grief of the Griffindor, he was simply inconsolable.

"We don't know Sirius! He was pranked by a peer and fell down the Grand Stair Case. When anybody got to his body, all that was found was a different young man.", Tonks had carefully explained.

"Someone else was found where my godson would've been? And what do you mean 'pranked'? Who is responsible for my missing godson?!!??!"

"Sirius, we don't think- we don't think Harry is..... Missi-"

"Of course he's missing!! You haven't found a body and for all, we know he is out there kidnapped and they just failed!!!", Sirius wailed with disbelief. How dare they tell him his godson is- is-

"I know you don't want to believe this right now Sirius, but we can't find any evidence on anything more than a prank gone wrong. He had simply fallen off the edge of a moving staircase. It was dangerous and risky, but we know you did much worse when you were in school-"

Before he could defend himself, Remus stepped in and said, "How about we wait this out. If they can't find anything soon and you still feel this way we can go looking, but they are trying their hardest and only informing you of what they believe. Let's go upstairs, ok?"

"NO!! I will not sit here while my- my- my godson-"
Subdued by a dreamless sleep potion from Severus, Sirius would be out like a light until the morning,

"Thank you. Can you carry him to a guest room, Moody?"

"Sure thing", replied Tonks handing her cousin over to Mad-Eye.

"What I didn't agree to this! We need to get going and intrigate the suspects."

"Those suspects are children and they are probably with their parents right now. Just help me get him upstairs," replied Remus before they had to use even more calming potion and dreamless sleep.

"Fine, I'll be back.", Mad-Eye gruffly spit out,

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"We don't know what happened, sir," a female informed the chief of the Aurors "There is no evidence of a forced push and nobody had been with him since dinner last night. We don't even know if this is in fact Mr. Perevel. He has similar features and blood, but no one has been able to identify him."

"That can be!"

"But it is! I do not think this is the young Mr. Perevel."

"He is the only one missing and looks similar enough! Just call it an accidental death. He simply disobeyed the curfew and fell off the Astronomy Tower. No mess."

"But sir-"

"No buts, and don't even think about investigating this farther, Potter! I know he was your nephew, but we are busy enough as it is trying to catch the Emerald Killer. We need all hands on deck. Now go write your report and continue with the case you were on previously!"

With a begrudging "Yes, sir" Kylie Potter, the great-great-granddaughter of Charles Potter, walked away determined to continue looking into it.

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Hadrian didn't know how he got here. At first look, it seemed to be the Hogwarts Hospital Wing but the more his mind cleared the more difference that he notices. The bed, the curtains, the side table, they were all different. But the layout, the floor, walls were all the same. How can that be???

"Hello! You have been out cold for three days. Would you mind telling me your name?", a kind looking woman, Medi-wich?, asked.

"Where am I? Why am I here?

"You were found at the bottom of the Grand Staircase. Thankfully you had little damage done. Only a few scratches and a you were unconscious for three days, as stated be for. Could you tell us your name?"

"You don't know me?"

"Sadly, no. We have been trying since you had come into our care."

Hadrian looked at her with a confused look. 'Everyone knows who I am. I'm the son of Lord and Lady Lastrange, Lord Prevel.' he though. Wich was true. How would someone not know who he was?

"You are at Hogwarts School of Wichcraft and Wizardry in Scotland. Do you know where that is?", she speaks again in a soft voice, trying to get the young boy to trust her. He slowly nods back thinking, 'Wasn't that the old title for Hogwarts: British Isaels Secondary School for Magics. Why would they still call it that? It has been about 19 years since it had been changed.'

"I've called the Headmaster. He would like to ask a few question is you wouldn't mind. He should only be a second and if he bothers you, I can make him leave. It is my duty to make sure you are safe. You understand?"

"Yes," he answers but before the kind Medi-wich leaves he says,"Would you mind telling me who the Headmaster is? Or your name? Mine is Hadrian."

Taking the bait as a sign that he trusts her she responds with, "Mine is Madam Pomphery, I am the resident Medi-wich. And the current Headmaster is Albus Dumbledore."

Dumbledore.......

Where exactly am I? Or rather when.