The Box

The wind wistled through the trees, as two figers stumbled through the wood. They were carrying a box between them. One tripped over a root, and fell cursing to the muddy ground.
"What are you doing, You Muppet! We need to get rid of this thing!" The one still standing hissed through his teeth. He had yellow rotting teeth. His hair was the color of moldy straw, he was in rags. He looked up at his, well, you couldn't call him a friend. Lying in the mud was a boy only about 12 at a glance. He was in jeans and a t-shirt. This was all the more curious as it was 476 AC and jeans were invented 1390 years later. "Get up!" Shouted the old man in frustration, and kicked the boy. He fell over in the mud, a trickle of blood running down his forehead. He pulled himself up, and groaned as he buckled under the boxes weight. Finally they reached the spot.
"This is it." The boy said, terror flashed across his face. The man smiled, for the first time.
"Yes, we are here." The boy knew what was coming next...

1531 years later, Harry was welcoming the new year.
"3... 2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He shouted as they all crossed arms, and started to sing. He felt a small buzzing sensation on his leg, and realised his phone was going off. Who was phoning him on new years day?? He put the receiver to his ear.
"Hello?" He gasped. He had heard that voice before.
"Freddie Mercury??????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is that you??!!" He must be going insane.
"Yes, I'm afraid it is."
"What are you doing phoning me??!!! How do you have my number??!!!! Wait... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUM! THE GHOST OF Freddie Mercury IS CALLING ME!!!!" His mum gave him the look. You know the one. That look that says stop it, OR I WILL MAKE YOU SLEEP IN THE BIN FOR THREE MONTHS. He went out of the room. "OK, so, you are dead."
"Am I? What is the date here?" Harry looked at the phone in a puzzled way.
"Don't you know? It's just gone 12. That means it's 2007."
"ah. Only a min it late. So, down to business."
"You came back to life on new years day to do business with a 12 year old who only has a tenner in his piggy bank?!"
"yes"
"Back in a tick." Harry ran outside, and dunked his head in the fish pond. He then slapped himself, to prove it wasn't a dream. Went back inside, and picked up the phone. Nothing. "So, it was just a dream. good."
"So, are you back?" Harry sighed. Today would be a long, long day.