TIME JUMPER (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Prologue

You may think I am a normal 'human' being right. Well you are wrong my friend. You are SO wrong.

My name is Robert Potter but they call me The Time Jumper for my nickname. So as you expect I have been through the Time Vortex with my trusty Time Turner.

But first of all before I get into the details of this story I must discuss an issue, You don't know how it began. Well than let's get this time turner started shall we.

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I groaned and rubbed my eyes the dawning rays of the usually later light shone into the window of my bedroom window. The draping of the rain against the window gave off a faint beat.

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My messy blonde and shaggy hair laid patted down against my sweaty forehead. The scar laid of course burning against my forehead as I hissed in pain. I don't know why but... This burning sensation always occurs exactly at 9:00 every morning and 9:00 every night.

It firstly started with just Zaps like a static charge and then when I reached the age of eleven it became more of a shock and a burn. Now it's just , how can I explain this. . . Oh yes, pain. Just pain.

The rustling of the wind outside carried the dry leaves out as I turned my head towards the bookshelf in which my prized possessions lay. My Harry Potter books.

You can say that I have a 'little' addiction to it but it's just a phase, Right? Just a small phase that will wear down over time. By the TV laid my 'magical' wand, My glasses, and my 'fake' Time Turner.

I grabbed my slippers and put them on, allowing my feet to feel the warm and soothing feel of the slippers. I sound so nerdy don't I, but hey a boy needs to love something, don't they.? Well yeah, that's my opinion on this.

"ROBERT GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED" my eldest brother yelled downstairs as I nodded and slipped through the cracked door.

The hallways merged and conveyed my weary body to the kitchen where my brother, Who is all I have left, Started to flip some pancakes.

Okay. . . You didn't know but, My parents. . . They weren't technically, how do I put this, oh well they just HATED my guts. They would starve me if I did bad, Throw me out for days at a time just because I made their toast a little crispy. Yep how rude of them aren't athey.
Well their names must never be said or it may bring back an emotional flashback.

"Okie breakfast is serv- AHH" he screamed and jumped frightened by me sneaking up accidentally on him. The frying pan flew from his hands as I screamed and held my arms out awaiting impact.

But nothing came. I opened my eyes as my Hazel irises scanned the perimeter confused. My brother's eyes widened as mine trailed behind watching as the frying pan was. Suspended in mid air! How is this remotely possible.

It defies everything. and everything Einstine and Newton devoted their lives for, just gone.

I grasped my hand against the metal of the pan and my brother and I connected glances. A large gush of wind devoured the room as my blonde hair swirled in the wind.

"Brother what's going on, is this a joke" I yelled at him through the wind as he shook his head. "Do you think I can do this" he snapped sarcastically at me.

"ok, this isn't the best time for sarcasm" I snapped Non-Sarcastically as the wind smashed the windows.
The clocks chimed as the long and short hand struck twelve as the house started to shake and groan on its structure.

"Brother" I yelled as he managed to get out of the door and turned just as the door slammed. He backed up, horrified as the building gave off an eerie glow. "ROBERT" he yelled as the building vanished. Just vanished from existence. Forgotten. lost.

(hey guys this is my first Harry Potter Fanfiction so do not judge. please. I will try to update as much as I can. when I can. but it may take a while, maybe until Friday (three days) to get the next chapter running!)