Harry Potter: Lost in 1943 (Tomione)

Chp 10

Christmas is almost here, one morning in mid-December .hogwarts woke up in a state of thick snow cover about as thick as an adult knee. The lake has been frozen hard, let alone the appearance of the sun, the rays did not appear at all.

The holidays have finally come. Fortunately the recreation room has a fire that blazes so that it makes anyone who is in it feel warm. I sat by the fireplace ready with my big suitcase, not knowing why I had to carry this, the contents did not even fit the size of the chest. Maybe during the holidays I intend to fill it with something useful, the most important thing is to take it first.

"wah mione are you ready ?" my head turned towards the stairs, Harry walked on the stairs with his large old crate case. It was so sad to have to part with Harry.

"where are you going ?" harry felt bad

"maybe renting a room in a hotel in the muggle world ?" I haven't decided where I'm going yet.

"actually you can come with me. The business of doing tasks with the riddle you can apply right ?" I've been thinking about that from far away, but apparate in this imperfect magic condition could be my body even split up into pieces here and there. I don't want to take any chances, I haven't even trained him as the holidays might be a good time to train.

"harry if we do magic will it be detected by the ministry ?" I asked confused, how can I practice if the condition is like that.

"don't know, it doesn't seem like a problem. We're not even here, are we supposed to be ? so the system at the ministry must have thought of the adults doing the magic - you try. The sentence is just a letter that speaks. Not bad. I once got two" he said with a proud laugh.

"not bad ? you cried that day because you got a letter from the ministry" my tease.

"when ? never anything like that. Your memory may start to mess up" said Harry whose face was as red as a tomato to hold the shame of remembering the incident that happened to him, he did not cry at that time, he did not cry at that time, but he's really desperate - much worse isn't he ?

" - I'll visit often and send you letters so don't be sad." It seems that the condition of me and Harry at this time has changed when this holiday is the most sad harry because he has to stay with his family - uncle, uncle, that wicked aunt and cousin and I used to have fun with my family. What kind of conditions are they in at the moment ? harry's the one having fun while I have to meet voldemort often. It's not the time he feels jealous of Harry at this time, after all this is the first time in his life getting a vacation with his family.

"and also. There the war is going on. If I think it's too dangerous, I'll come get you. Those tasks - I don't care. I'm sure Riddle can do it himself. If he doesn't want you to do it too - money is there ?" ask her. I'm glad Harry is still the same. He was the most mature of us, he always protected us. He was not as smart as I was, but the sense of responsibility and loyalty of his friends need not be doubted.

"the money that professor dumbledore gave him was only one galleon less. And yesterday the professor gave me another 500 galleons. Said he'd be too busy for the holidays later, so I was allowed to choose my own place to stay." I said.

"well okay. Anyway if there is a danger tell me directly, use your patronus" he said, yes we can indeed exchange messages with the patronus even I think it's safer in bandingkn with owls. There in the war, the owl could have been hit by a muggle shot before arriving to send a message.

"we're going to the hall now. Looks like they're still a long time - ah ! this suitcase is a hassle !" his complaints made me laugh, and we went down to breakfast in the hall.

"have you forgotten who you are ? just magic the suitcase to make it a little lighter" I suggested.

Just now that this fat mistress painting was closing, a gryffindor boy younger than us approached us.

" professor Dumbledore asked you to meet him at the office before breakfast" he said shyly and seemed satisfied after delivering his message well.

"alright thanks. Have a nice vacation" I said, he ran away from us.

I knocked on the wooden door.

"come in !" there was the sound of the professor and the door opened without anyone opening the wooden door.

"ah ! my nephew and - my best friend's son. Sorry to interrupt the time you are going to enjoy the holidays - "no idea why even today professor Dumbledore still leaves me confused by every word he says.

" ah no. We should apologize because during this one smester has been a lot of trouble for you" said Harry.

"well, maybe you guys rarely see me at school. There's a lot of business out there. So I'm sorry I can't discuss with you often about trying to get you back to the time you should have. And straight away, I've had several discussions by my colleague - nicholas flamel. It seems like we will meet often on vacation. When it's time I'll send you a letter" it's true, during this one semester we've only met him a few times and there's no meaningful conversation. After he said that, he invited us to go to the hall for breakfast.

We walked in silence, eager to get to the warm hall. Really this corridor when it was winter was completely unbroken, which usually the wind barged into the corridor now really felt as cold as ice.

Arriving at the hall, warmth began to spread throughout my body, I was quite impressed with the Christmas decorations that adorned the hall even to every corner. Super jumbo silver colored Christmas tree stands firmly in the middle of the room with various decorations on it - very beautiful. The dishes are also quite luxurious, fat roasted turkey adorns the dining table, there are various types of sauces, stacked butter peas, piled-up fried potatoes and boiled, etc, even dozens of chocolate frogs and various kinds of candy are available. hogwarts really gives a good impression to take off students on vacation. I just fill my plate with the food, after I take some chocolate frog, I wonder if the cards in chocolate frog remains the same ? all the cards are the same except for professor dumbledore and nicholas flamel. They're both not on these cards. indeed what I read at the time was the caption where they found the lucky stone and professor dumbledore defeated grindelwald. Like they haven't done both of those things.

Before we all got out of the hall, the principal - the dippet professor - gave his talk that made us all sleepy for him.

"good Christmas !" its lid that makes all students soar with excitement. Finally the holidays started too, I didn't know to be happy or sad. Glad to be able to relax a little though still I have to find a way to go home and sad because this is the worst vacation I have ever had - vacation with voldemort !

Guided by the prefects and the chief disciples, we all headed to the castle grounds which we would all be picked up by the train pulled by thestral. As I had expected, outside many times colder than the corridors of the castle, it was fortunate that the carriage came quickly because my eyes had started to water from the cold.

"we're riding on that one" pointed at thomas. Without having to argue again we immediately ran towards the parked train. My lyrics at a glance thestral-thestral was smelling the snow that was under his nose hoping to get a lump of meat as possible.

"ah, it's warm in here" is true what George said. This train is warm and comfortable, maybe it has been given a spell before. Fifteen minutes passed by and the train stopped. We were at the hogsmead station.

"you must be surprised ! this is the first time for you to ride the hogwarts express, right?-"

"don't be silly thomas, then what do they get to the hogwarts with if they don't use the train ?broomstick?-"

"but I don't see them "

"same me too. Then what did you guys get here with ?"

Harry and I looked at each other. Do they believe me if I say that we came here all of a sudden - without driving anything.

"dumbledore's preset professor - portkey. Arranged from where we got to the hogsmeade" I explained in stammering hope they believed. I nudged Harry but he just nodded his head not helping at all.

"oh so, pretty practical. Ride the train longer but it's fun. The food on the trolley was also good -" Thomas continued to blabber about everything in the carriage, I could only smile seeing it so excitedly.

The amazing sight before my eyes, the red carriage was puffing its smoke into the air. Nothing changed from that train. I wonder how old this train really is, I suspect that this train has been around since hogwarts in banggun.

We also stepped foot into one of the carriages of this red train. inside it was still the same. Nothing has changed in the least. From my experience while I was here, only a little changed and I was able to adjust myself right away, except - the fashion of the clothes.

Inside it was still very empty, probably because our thestral was powered so it arrived early. No need to choose, we decided to take the last place so as not to brisik with people passing in front of our compartment. And with the help of Harry my suitcase is already on the shelf above us.

"when I'm on vacation I really want you to come visit my house. A week before we go to school again. We're going to the station together"we agreed with George.

"you didn't go back to your house did your family not worry ?" george asked Harry.

"no, my dad said it didn't matter. But if he finds out I'm too much trouble for you he'll pick me up" said Harry. Being in this age seems to make Harry more eloquent lying. Don't know, as long as he's happy it doesn't matter.

The train began to slow down near king's cross. This was the beginning of my life in this age . living in a muggle place in the 40s. Really awesome !should I just stay in the leaky cauldron ? at least I still meet the witches there and can wear robes everywhere. After all, there will be no protest compared to having to wear a truly old-fashioned 40s fashion shirt.

Finally the train really stopped, with a jostle we all got off the red train. With the guide by the guard platform, we arranged two-two to get out of this platform.

Quite surprised when out of the wall, the atmosphere I prefer today.the city of London is really not as busy as the 90s. There are even a few cars hanging around here.

I don't know what to ride to get to the inn. Which one's the taxi ? is there a subway ? I waited a few minutes and finally met up again with Thomas, george and Harry.

"that's my parents!- mom ! dad !" shout lupin. I really jumped to see her. Is that professor lupin ? I saw Harry, he was worse - gawking with wide eyes once I was worried that a fly would come into his mouth.

"harry !" my whisper made him come back to his senses.

"professor" he said is ridiculous. The person who looks like Thomas' father is really similar to professor lupin, the difference is that Thomas's father is much fresher and his appearance is more tidy in comparison to professor lupin. While her mother, very beautiful with her black hair in the loop up.

"ah so these are my son's new friends. I've heard about you guys a lot. Thomy we always include you in her letter" after a short conversation they go ahead of us.

Harry and George are still waiting for George's family to pick him up. Then me ? what else should I wait for. I also say goodbye to them.

"don't forget if there's anything call me. And tell me the address where you live. Okay ? be careful, take good care of yourself" Harry's short talk ended after we had a warm hug along with my promises that kept him calm. I pushed my trolley away from them. I'm starting to worry, is it going to be okay ? if anything goes wrong I'll risk apparating to the potter's house. The house is still the same, right ?

when I was outside the station I was confused. The silent streets made me even more confused, there should be several lanes of road in front of the station, but this is only one? Where do I go to get to Leaky cauldorn? I saw the ticket seller depojok there. I just approached him. At least I should know which car is his taxi.

"excuse me, can you tell me which one is the taxi ?" ask me. The man selling this ticket is silent for a moment maybe confused why there are still people who do not know the form of a taxi.

"the yellow one" pointed to the salesman.

"only the form is like that." he explained briefly but still remain friendly. The bright yellow sedan car in old-fashioned style turned out to be a taxi. I'm a little confused why taxis in this era there is no 'taxi' on it. If there is a newcomer like me this is a pity, is it not certain ? I thanked him and left the ticket maker.

"do you know the way here?" the familiar voice ? can't be. I turned and rightly so - riddle.

"unintentionally I heard you" he said, pointing to the ticket maker.

"i was confused which taxi could take me to the leaky cauldorn" I said briefly, slightly trembling. My heart is beating so fast, I hope he doesn't notice it. He smiles. Oh my God, that smile. Just the first time I noticed her smile it was so sweet. What is this ? why is my heart beating faster, my chest becomes claustrophobic to him.

"i'll drive you then"

"no!- I mean it will trouble you. How about you just show me which taxi I should take ?" don't be crazy ! in the middle by voldemort ? it may not reach its destination. I lyrically he at first glance seems to be calculating something.

"well okay. You can ride whichever one actually. Here all taxis can take you wherever you want . Charing Cross Road - that's the street name if you don't know" I don't know, is this guy trustworthy ?why is he so good like this ? this is wrong - voldemort should have been a cruel, inhuman man. Not a nice guy who likes to help like this, or maybe he wants something from me. I shut up for a minute to catch him if-if he says something else.

"so go eh ?" he still asked in a polite tone. Why this ? why is his attitude like this ? it just makes me confused. Or is this the goal ? confused me and finally caught me - made his new follower. Maybe this is how he captivated his followers.

"why do you live there - I mean your family ?" ask her.

"my family is just professor dumbledore - my parents don't know. They disappeared when the war happened. Are they still alive - I really don't know" I almost whispered. Have I almost forgotten my parents ? why do I remember my parents now ? I don't know where they are. I made them forget me and go all the way from England. Are they living well now - I don't know.

'tron 's ! tron !' the sound of the car horn resuscitated me, gathering my life like it was a few seconds ago drifting somewhere. I see next to me still standing the man.

"i'm leaving now" I pushed my trolley to the nearest taxi. I don't know what he's doing, maybe he's gone - I don't know I don't want to know and I don't want to turn around just to see him again, all I have in mind right now is to get away from her - right away.

(POV's Tom)

Coming back to this world was a nightmare for me. Why doesn't that fucking dumbledore let me just stay at the hogwarts during this Christmas break ? throughout this smester I got tired of having to go back and forth to his room just asking him to stay but the results were still nil. I pushed my trolley to get out of this station as soon as possible before the stupid girl approached me. Making my head dizzy just hearing all the chatter.

"excuse me, can you tell me which one is the taxi ?" faint yet still clear I heard a voice I had known before - bush hair ? ah I almost forgot. He had been living in another country all along, so it was only natural that the question came from his thin lips. Don't know why this leg can't resist anymore, just step over to the girl.

"do you know the way here?" asked me, but he just stared at me.

"unintentionally I heard you" I pointed to the ticketman he had asked. He seemed to be pondering for a moment and finally opened his voice.

"i'm confused which taxi can take me to a leaky cauldorn" I smiled listening to his silly question, I saw the taxi that went back and forth in front of me there were many why should he be confused choosing it ?Do I have to deliver it ? a lot of bad guys around here are pretty dangerous for the newcomer - I mean, maybe I can dig up information from him, maybe, who knows, he accidentally talked about the weakness of dumbledore that I could use as a tool to threaten the damn professor, and I could settle in hogwarts on the next vacation.

"no!- I mean it will trouble you. How about you just show me which taxi I should take ?" that expression again, the same expression he showed me again. Why does he still hate me to this day ? still feeling disgusted at me ? have I ever done anything wrong to her ? I thought after he gave me the book it would change, at least I thought so.

"well okay. You can ride whichever one actually. Here all taxis can take you wherever you want . Charing Cross Road - that's the street name if you don't know" I said. I glanced at him, he was still silently staring at his place, Why didn't he just leave right away ? what else is he waiting for ?

"so go eh ?" ask me.

"why do you live there - I mean your family ?" god, why would I ask something so insignificant ?

"my family is just professor dumbledore - my parents don't know. They disappeared when the war happened. Are they still alive - I really don't know" There's a deep cry in every word. This feeling ? I've never felt this again before. What is this, actually ? I feel uncomfortable with this feeling. And that hair ? I'd love to wipe it, just want to know what's behind that bush hair.

'tron 's ! tron !' the horn restored my consciousness. I saw this girl next to me, she just stared straight at the street.

"i'm leaving now" he pushed his trolley away from me - I just kept watching him leave me. There was something about the girl, something she was hiding from me, something that always made me uncomfortable when I was around her. I have to find out that. - TBC