Harry Potter: Shadows of Tomorrow

Prongs, Padfoot, Mooney and Lilly found themselves waking up from what felt like a light sleep. They all sat and stood up, as soon as they stood up they realized that they were no longer in Hogwarts. They found themselves standing in nothing, every direction had nothing but white.

"Are we dead?" James wondered

"Let me check" Remus slapped Sirius on the back of his head, "nope, we're not dead, my hand felt that."

"Next we don't you just slap yourself?" Sirius spoke through gritted teeth

"Nah" Remus waved his hands "not as fun"

"Focus guys" Lilly looked around, trying to make sense of what was going on "where are we?"

'You are in my realm' The orbs voice echoed 'here you shall see the life of Harry Potter'

"Wait a sec" James interrupted "don't get me wrong, I'd love to see his life, but we don't have time to spend years looking through his life. Someone's going to notice we're missing eventually"

'Fear not my child, my world is different to yours. A year here is a second in your world and you will age according to your world. Besides, I'm not showing you every moment of his life. Now, let us begin'

The Marauder trio and Lilly found themselves sitting in comfy chairs, staring at a massive screen, just like a cinema. Once Lilly explained what that was, the screen activated and started playing. First it started playing random clips, Harry riding a broom at Hogwarts, Harry talking with a red-headed girl then Harry standing with a phoenix on his shoulder and a snake wrapped around his wrist before it cleared and started playing again. The audience looked on in awe and amusement as they saw young Harry being born and they watched his life all the way up to him being seven. At the point the screen paused, James found Lilly gripping his hand, and tears dripped down her eyes.

"It's alright Lilly" James wrapped a comforting arm around her

"I'm sorry" Lilly managed to get out "it's just, Voldermort kills us, but Harry. Oh, poor Harry is left with my sister and she abuses him. I knew she hates me but this is ridiculous! She starves him and let those two whales beat him. Look at him James, if he wasn't a wizard I'm sure he'd be dead!"

"I know" Sirius spoke in a growl very much like one from his animagus form "my question is where am I? I mean if I knew that they were doing that to my godson then I'd hurt them tenfold. Magic or not magic, I mean, where was I?!"

"That's not the only question here" Remus spoke in barley more than a whisper "how did young Harry survive a killing curse from Voldermort of all people?" James sighed as loud as he could

"I don't know guys but maybe we'll find out if we keep watching, if you're still up to it" James spoke to the group, but everyone knew the question was directed to Lilly

"Thanks James" She wiped away her tears "I…I want to keep watching. I… need to keep watching, I need to know what happens to my son. I…need to…I need to know it gets better."

"I'd also like to know how this poor boy becomes the most world's strongest wizard" Remus added

"Come on then, let's keep watching" James insisted and they all watched as the screen began playing again.

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Seven year old Harry found himself in his cupboard under the stairs, which also happens to be his bedroom. The last few weeks have been horrible for Harry, his aunt and uncle had punished him multiple times for things that weren't even his fault. Like the time his hair grew back after his aunt had nearly cut it all off, that time the horrible jumper shrunk so he couldn't put it on or that time he ended up on the school roof. His Uncle Vernon didn't believe him when he said it wasn't his fault, two beatings later he found himself back in his cupboard with a broken arm and a black eye. He wondered if they ever noticed how much they hurt him, probably not seeing as they always expect him to do chores the very next day while his non-freak of a cousin got to do whatever he wanted.

Harry's aunt and uncle always called Dudley perfect and handsome, personally Harry thought that they just didn't know what the words mean. Harry wasn't particularly worried about his broken arm, he always heals on his own. For some reason that makes his relatives even more angry but it's not like he can tell his body to not fix itself. Harry had managed to make friends with the spiders in the cupboard, they listen to him and do what he asks them to do. For a long time they were his only friends, until the day he got his letter, today, Harry awoke from a nap when he found two things, a healed arm and a letter on his lap.