Time

Chapter 2: When Am I?

The world comes into view again as I painfully fall onto my back. I close my eyes and rub them hard. I feel very noxious and I do not want to clean up any sort of mess. After I catch my breath and I don't feel very dizzy anymore, I look up. I'm not in James' bedroom, where I left, but in a dark, cobbled street. It's night, and I am lying between a streetlight and a trashcan.

I stand up and look around, trying to find out where I am. It seems so familiar, but so unfamiliar. Than again it's night. I run my hand through my chestnut hair, making it messier than it already is. I hate to say this, but I'm scared. Then it hits me.

"Number 12 Grimmauld Place." I mutter. I walk out of the alley and onto the main street as I find number 11 and 13, no twelve. I concentrate really hard until I see the house come into view between 11 and 13. My first home.

My family and I lived in 12 Grimmauld Place until I was 5, and Dad found out about the Potter Mansion. We still come back and visit over the last weeks of summer, so it's easier to get to the express on time. I walk towards the house and find the extra key under the doormat. I unlock it and quietly open and close the door. I turn around, expecting an empty house, when I notice that all the lights are on, and there are voices in the dining room.

I pull out my wand and start towards the door, quietly. I hear a man laugh and a woman scold someone, and some yelling from some different people. I put my hand on the door, and swing it open, pointing my wand at the person in front of me.

"Stupify!" I yell, and the man drops to the ground. I whirl around and see a woman with pink hair aim her wand out me.

"Expelliarmus!" I say, and her wand flies out of her hand. I continue to expel other people's wands until I hear a voice.

"Stop!" I obey, but keep my wand in a ready position for attack.

"Drop your wand." I slowly loosen my grip on my wand until it clatters to the floor.

"Turn around." I turned around and came face to face with a man with a scared face and a fake electric blue eye, staring at me. I gasped. It was Mad-Eyed Moody, the famous auror that died 19 years ago.

"Who are you laddie?" The Mad-Eye asked me. "And how did you get in here?"

"What year is it?" I asked. Mad-Eye glared. I glared back.

"I will not answer your questions until you answer mine." I say.

"1995." Moody grunts.

"Thank you." I say. "My name is Al, and my father was a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

Moody then made me un-stun everyone and gave me my wand back. I was offered a seat, but declined, knowing that I feel more powerful standing. Now that I look at them, I recognize most of these people from stories that my dad told me, and pictures. Moody had the younger version of Grandma Molly go get the 'kids' (which I knew where my parents/aunts/uncles), and everyone gathered around the table.

"You know," The man that I know as Sirius Black said, "Al here looks like Harry. What's your full name Al?"

I knew I couldn't give away that I'm Harry's child, so I replied,

"Albert Porter. Everyone calls me Al though."

"Porter? Maybe he's a distant relative of the Potters." Sirius said. Before he could ask more questions, Dad, Mom, Aunt Hermione, and Uncle Ron came through the door. My dad stopped right in his footsteps, Uncle Ron running into him, when he saw me.

"Who are you and why do you have my face?" Dad - no, Harry - asked me.

"I'm Albert Porter and I don't even know!" I replied. We stared at each other for a while until Hermione stepped in.

"So what if they look the same? Did you know that 7 people in the world look exactly like you? That means that-" She started.

"Hermione, no one cares." Ron said. Before they started to bicker even more, Harry's stepped in.

"Wait, if you can't see the house without permission from Dumbledore, how did Albert get in?"