The Fantastic Time Travel

Back To Hogwarts

    The years in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were fun in Harry’s life. Although, it was filled with adventures backed up by death all around, it merely became a matter to fuss about. Harry had the strength to face any challenge with his friends Hermione and Ron by his side even in the greatest peril of his life. Sitting in the Hogwarts express, he was thinking of all the cherished moments with his friends and also the encounters with the humongous creatures that Hagrid, the half giant had with him as pets. It wasn’t as bad as everyone thought it to be, they were able to face things which even talented witches and wizards were scared to face with.
  
Suddenly, with a thud, the Hogwarts Express stopped, in the midst of nowhere. The air became cold, it felt as if the happiness of the world was taken away. But Harry felt something different. He heard the shriek of a woman and then appeared before him a creature covered in black robes, face not to be seen. It was a DEMENTOR. ‘YUCK!!! AGAIN!!!! But Sirius was dead!! Whom are they looking for again?’ Harry knew what to do. Before it could suck the young lives, he roared ‘EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!!!’. It wasn’t of any use. It didn’t affect the dementors at all. He shouted again, and again but of no use… ‘How is this possible?’ Hermione was speechless, Ron was knocked down with the thud. The matter was going worse, when suddenly Harry saw a faint light coming. It grew stronger and stronger and then the dementors were no longer to be seen.

‘What could have happened?’, he asked himself again and again. This wasn’t him. Something is wrong. He did produce a patronus far more powerful to drive numerous dementors away. He did it, to protect Sirius Black, his God-father. Is he losing all his powers? May be or may be not. Then? What is wrong? This incident became a hot gossip all over Hogwarts. People started saying “POTTER IS A LOSER!” Not only Hogwarts, Hogsmeade was also having the same narrative. “THE BOY WHO LIVED? HUH! HE IS A LOSER.” Among all these rumours, Harry had the side of the most important people of his lives. Yes! Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, Mcgonagall and of course Dumbledore.

Lupin out of all people, sent him letters to keep him cheered up. Of course, after the death of Sirius, Harry found compassion under Lupin. But that wasn’t enough. A week to Hogwarts and Harry felt burdened up with all his works. He was not able to chant any spell in any of his subjects, even in his favourite subject, Magic Against the Dark Arts. Snape was getting irritated with him, every single day. As such he was bad in potions, but now he became worse. He started dreaming, dreaming of animals, he had only read about. But there was a shadow, always a shadow who was with him, may be following him. Every time he dreamt of this, it felt as if he is being led to a door. An unnamed door. A door which looked familiar, but also, he couldn’t make out who was it.

One night, he saw a shadow, no not a single shadow but 4 shadows. A shadow of a girl, holding a time turner and then, THUD! It was Ron fell down from the bed. This made him realise what he missed all these days. The time turner, it was the clue. But to where. He remembered dreaming about animals and birds and out of which he recognized Billywig and Bowtruckle. Sounded so familiar to him. Harry narrated everything to Hermione and Ron. After listening about his dream, Hermione was silent till the moment where she knew exactly, whom was he talking about ‘NEWT SCAMANDER!’ She jumped all at once and pulled Ron and Harry towards the Forbidden Forest.

Although, Harry guessed, what she was about to do, he wasn’t aware of the person they are going to meet. “1…..2…..3…..4….HUSHHHHHHHHH.” There they were in an era, the buildings were a bit different, people were different, their attires were different and IT WAS LONDON. Where were they? Only Hermione knew. “Surely she has to sort out her priorities.” Thought Ron. But wait!! Hermione led them to an apartment. Harry and Ron were clueless. Hermione was surely not going to tell them any time soon, but then she talked “The house of Newt Scamander, the writer of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Harry it was him whom you were dreaming about. It was his animals and I am pretty sure he will be the one to help you out from the problem.” As she completed there, she heard a door opening. She turned back and there he was standing, with a brief case in his hand and a Bowtruckle in his pocket.
They shrieked out together, “NEWT SCAMANDER!!!!”