Marauder Storm

Open Hole

Authors Note:

I know it seems like I have been updating a lot....
Redoing things and it's true I have.
I just have gained a new style and love for this to as well be up to date.

Fear not the only chapters which will change are up til they tell of his past, you might even get a extra chapter..

Enjoy the originals til then and I hope you all won't abandon this work because of my growth....

-
Author

•

Harry awoke and stared out his window in Privet Drive wearily, he felt more then heard the presence of this being a dream.

Without warning he was sucked into a new location, clenching his eyes shut at the sensation he only opened them once he heard the grief filled sob from across the room.

That one sob had the now upright boy wincing in emotional pain, so he moved forward; as though to comfort the man who was crying.

He fuzzily felt his body reach out to touch the mans shoulder when he took in his surroundings.

It was a baby's room, painted light green with magically moving paintings that were lethargic after what seemed a tragedy that had so obviously happened.

The man was hanging onto a baby blue blanket which was muddled with grime as he stared at the destruction of a crib it may have once been, Harry was sure this man had lost his Son and yet his heart told him different.

Where was the grieving Mother to stand by him and comfort the man she loved dearly? Where were the Siblings if any, did they all die?

Harry's heart went wild as he looked upon the man again, the room was nothing next to the destroyed looking Father, his black hair a disarray of locks flying everywhere, cloak in tatters and the clothes beneath as well as the outer layer covered in dirt and mud.

If Harry were asked later he'd say the man looked oddly like him, but at this moment relations didn't matter to the Gryffindor, only helping the man did.

"Are you alright?" Harry was surprised to note he could barely hear himself and he was sure the man could never hear him, even if he yelled... this was a dream after all.

Knowing what to do he rushed out the door and tried to find some indication of where they were, in hopes that once he awoke he could travel to this spot and help.

The door way was blown out as well and the feeling of deja vu was strong when exiting the cottage, as though he'd been there before.

Beside the door a golden plate read 21 in bold lettering, twenty-one, the house number was.

Now that he had something to go on he wandered farther from the house, maybe he'd find some indication of the town he was in.

As he looked back he was struck speechless at the house, it was nearly gone and what was standing was blown out the whole left side had been destroyed at some point and judging from the shrubbery it wasn't recent.

What the hell? Harry thought as he reached the gate unlatching it, Voldemort hadn't been active as of late or the papers and news would have said at least something and the house hadn't been attacked as of late, it seemed the damage was at least a decade old if not more.

As he wandered his thoughts back to the man, was today the anniversary of his child's death and the Mother never came anymore for some reason or did the poor man lose her too?

Reaching the town center he saw signs for shops or restaurants a cafe was just opening, but no sign of where in Great Britain he was.

A grave yard was up ahead and he entered reading some names as he tried valiantly to find the title of the quaint village.