Thread: Time Asunder (HP)- Lady/Moon

Tom nodded at Brax, thankful that his freind was so very well connected. the boy just smiled at Brax's comment and closed his eyes again and let oblivion take him. or that's what it looked like anyway. the few students who where there rolled their eyes at Scrimgeor and Margo finally interrupted the man. It was a Phoenix Headmaster. she stated calmly. A Phoenix flashed him into the school, i took a sample of the flames and tested them just to be sure and there can be no doubt. he also has a LOT of freely given, and fresh phoenix tears in his system and no Phoenix would help him if he was a threat or a danger. she stated with a sniff and Dumbledore nodded. Young Miss Black is right. Dumbledore admitted simply. Fawks, my own phoenix is a testament to that. he refuses to go near anyone who isn't completely pure of heart and soul. Dumbledore admitted, looking at the boy with wonder and a touch of horror as he took the still growing parchment that the ailments where being listed on and Dumbledore went as pale as paper as he read through the lifetime of damages. Merlin be... he muttered hoarsely, Tom reaching down and gently stroking hair out of the boys face, nearly crawling out of his skin when those Emerald eyes snapped open again. the Slytherin dungeons... he muttered and Tom went tense as the boy smiled a little. i am Harry James Potter. son of Lily and Jame's potter, Grandson to Charlus and Diane Potter. Tom gasped in shock. Charlus Potter was a year below him and one of the most powerful battle mages Tom had ever come across. no wonder this boy reeked of power... but how could he be the grandson of Charlus when he was practically the same age as Charlus!? Time Travel!? Dumbledore hissed, shocked. My boy! there are severe ramifications to... and there are severe ramifications to NOT coming back in time, Sir. Harry stated, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore. in Fact, you yourself where so desperate, that you drained your magical core, and your Phoenix sacrificed himself to bring me here... Harry grimaced. admittedly... the timing is a little... off. and i was supposed to appear straight into the hospital wing... but it's close enough i think. Dumbledore was openly gaping at Harry who winced as he tried to move his arm. fuck... did a number on me... he grumbled, glancing at Margo. ....how bad is it Doc? she gave him a strange look and Harry snorted. never mind... clearly Pureblood Healers did not know what Doctors where yet. Harry blinked at Margo, shuddering a little as Margo carefully set her hands on his shoulder to put it back into place. Grit your teeth. she ordered and Harry grimaced. i can't. they broke them. he grumbled. just do it. he ordered, Margo snapping the arm back into place and Harry hissed in pain, but did little else. Tom had to wince at the thought of the young man being so used to pain that he didn't even scream anymore. Margo was peering into the boys mouth now and she winced. damn, they did break your teeth... how did that happen? punched me too hard. Harry admitted. what year is it anyway? it was Tom who supplied the answer, looking a bit incredulous. clearly he, and professor Dumbledore for that matter, where under the impression that the boy was quite mad.