روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Time Travel

“Yes,” Drake nods. “As descendants of the first vampire, we have the ability to master time travel through specific portals around the world. I did so by the age of fifteen. “I travelled all through time, meeting weird and wonderful people. Yet I had only ever gone back through time; the future had not interested me at that point. “It was my eighteenth birthday when I decided to travel forward. I ended up going much further than intended. I was aiming for 1850; however, I ended up in 1970.

"I had that dream too. You looked the same in all my dreams, with really dark hair. Except for one dream that I recently had. I saw you with blonde hair like how you look now but wearing something funny on your face that was made out of glass. We were in the future." "Dammit! When was this? I had this dream the day I saw that portal." "Day before... We stayed at the same inn near the caves that you did." "I had that dream at the same inn! But wait, you went to the cave? Did you see the portal?" "No, the sorcerer opened it for us. He studies time travel and objects that create new portals, or open existing ones." "When was this?? I was there too! I went again with the druid."

I found it, I said and pulled out a book. I hold a book, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a girl wearing black knee length dress and black school shoes with long white socks. And beside the girl is what looks like a red picnic cloth, with neatly folded man’s clothes and shoes on top of it. I paused for a while and stared at the cover of the book. Henry uncontrollably travels back and forth through time. He cannot choose the time and place he would like to travel to. Will I even know if I travel to the past or the future?

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.