Cross-Time

Chapter I -Meeting the Family-

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–Parseltongue–

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{Talking through Horcrux}

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

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Change of POV

Chapter I

–Meeting the Family–

Friday, 30 June 1967

CEP's POV

Harry looked at the Goblin that appeared before him and then he felt the feeling of a portkey.

–C-T–

VBP's POV

Ron looked in silence as the Aurors, who had just apparated before him and his 'supposed' parents - he didn't really need to see their dead bodies, bloody hell! -, took him to a hospital room in St Mungo's Hospital. When, suddenly, a body appeared in the middle of the hospital's entrance room, Ron's eyes grew. It was Harry!

Ron released himself from the Aurors and approached his friend at once, he was unconscious and, bloody hell, he was bleeding and shaking and skinny and...

"Hush, it's okay!" A female voice said against his ear as arms embraced him from behind keeping him away from his friend.

"No... Harry..." had it gone that bad with Hermione as well? He had to know, he...

"Hush... you know the lad?" Ron nodded his head numbly as his friend was taken away. "What is his name?"

"Harry. Harry P..." Ron answered but stopped himself before he could say Harry's surname... he wasn't Harry anymore! Shit! "James..." Ron only hoped that the woman would think his slip as in him going to use his own 'surname'.

"Don't worry, lad. Mr James will be fine. You'll see."

"I can't..." Ron swallowed the hump that suddenly showed on his throat, hell he had just supposedly lost his parents and he was caring more about his friend than he had cared about them... "I can't lose him too..." he finally whimpered, because what else could he say?

"Hush, lad, he'll be fine. You'll see. Now let's move you to your room, shall we?" Ron nodded numbly and felt himself being pulled. "What's your name?"

"Ron, Ronald Bilius Prewett." He mumbled, sitting on the bed the Healer took him to. "Can I share a room with Harry when he'll stop bleeding?" He asked.

The Healer smiled warmly.

"Of course, Mr Prewett. Now can you tell me why you were sent here? What happened?"

"I was going out with... with my dad and mum and... it was everything too fast, suddenly the Aurors had taken me here." Ron said with a shrug, because hell he wasn't with mind enough to invent a good enough lie right now... not after seeing Harry and he was supposedly 7-year-old, he could pretend trauma or something. Refuse to accept his parent's death... he didn't care, right now Harry was his top priority.