Harry Potter: Return From Future

Almost 2 months had passed since Harry's first visit to the Granger residence.

In these past 2 months, Harry had been a regular visitor of the Granger residence. Harry and Hermione had spent a lot of time together and their bond was closer than ever.

Dobby, the house elf, had also well settled himself in the Potter manor. The elf was enjoying his new life. He was enjoying his new life cooking for his new lord, Harry Potter. He was enjoying his new life serving Harry Potter.

On the other hand, although, Harry still did not have full access to the Potter manor, he only had access to one room, the main hall and the kitchen, he was enjoying a serene life here.

It was not as if he did not have anything to do, but anything major he wanted to change would have to wait till he gained Potter Lordship.

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Harry was sitting beside the water stream and was enjoying his calmness when Dobby popped next to him.

"Lord Potter," said Dobby. "You have a letter."

Harry nodded and took the letter. He had been expecting this letter. The letter had originally been delivered to his old address, the Privet Drive through muggle means but Dobby had done the trick.

It was a letter from his 'dear friend' Ron Weasley inviting him for the Quidditch World cup final about to be held in few days.

Harry read the letter and smirked. It was one of the events he had been waiting for. This Quidditch World Cup final in a way could be said to be the mark of start of his problems in fourth year at Hogwarts. But this time, things were going to be different.

Harry with a snap of fingers summoned a parchment and a quill. He scrawled a reply on the parchment and handed it to Dobby.

Dobby took the letter and vanished to deliver it.

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Harry had been sitting by the stream for the entire day. He was wondering if he should pay Hermione another visit when he felt a twingle in his senses.

An evil smirk appeared on Harry's face as he vanished from the spot with a twist of space.

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When Harry reappeared, he found himself in a desolate and dark place. It was already night time and he could tell that he had traversed few time zones.

From the surroundings he could tell, it was some kind of small settlement. And he was in one of the isolated alleys of that settlement.

In front of Harry, a lady in her late thirties was stood trembling in fear. She was none other than Bertha Jorkins.

Her body was covered with a green coloured hue while her wand was lying few feet away from her.

Facing her stood, a very sort and scrawny man. He was thin and had a bald patch on his head. His entire appearance was unkempt and dirty. He was Peter Pettigrew.

Peter had been in luck for today. He was in Albania serving his master, Lord Voldemort. Although Voldemort tolerated Peter since the dark lord had no other servants to serve him at the moment, Peter knew it was only a matter of time before he would be discarded away by the dark lord.

Peter knew that he had to prove his usefulness in front of Voldemort and who had expected he would find such a rare opportunity.

Tonight, in a wayside inn, he ran into Bertha Jorkins. She was here on a holiday.

No doubt, she had easily recognised Peter but the dumb fellow she was, he had easily convinced her to take a stroll with him in the woods.

In a matter of moments, he had overpowered her and was about to capture her to bring to his master when a green coloured hue suddenly appeared surrounding Bertha's body and had rebounded his spell. The appearance of this hue had shocked Peter and the pathetic wizard he was, he understood that it was a high level magic something way leagues ahead of him.

Before he could think much, he heard a chuckle.

"Peter Pettigrew, the rat," said Harry with a mocking face.

Bertha turned around with an expectant eye while Peter looked up to see a young man walking towards him blazing green eyes.

"Harry Potter," muttered Peter. He could not understand what this brat was doing here all of a sudden.

He fired a spell towards Harry Potter and turned to run away. In Peter's mind, it was not possible that Harry was alone. If not Dumbledore then at least Sirius or Remus must be with the brat.

Peter had barely taken few steps and was just about to apparate when he felt a presence in front of him.

He came face to face with the same blazing green eyes and he gulped in fear.

"Always trying to run, huh?" Harry muttered slowly. "But now it seems your luck is over."

With this Harry raised his fist and a punch came smacking right at Peter's face. The rat felt few of his teeth shattering while he himself was thrown away on the ground.

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