Magical Chronicles

A/N – This has been edited to help you readers enjoy it... thanks to GreySorrow for being my beta.

Chapter 1: My RedemptionChapter 1: My Redemption

Thirty six year old Harry Potter stood alone on the battlefield. Just last month, the Dark Lord Voldemort was defeated. Harry Potter - Master of the Hallows - faced Voldemort, without the power of his Horcruxes remaining. Harry looked like a lord, black robes covering his body and his cloak flying into the dead wind. The Malfoy family was dead, dead because they betrayed the Dark Lord, shielding Harry Potter of all people. Their betrayal shocked the Death Eaters to the core. Trust was ever elusive after.

Ron… Harry had always known Ron was jealous of him, jealous of his fame and his talents. He finally showed his true colors when he joined the Dark Lord and killed his parents. He and Ron had fought for the first time… and their last. Harry could see how twisted he truly had become when he killed Hermione without remorse. Harry killed Ron quickly in the hope he could save Hermione, but it was too late. He lost Hermione and Ron. He took on the Dark Lord, and with the last of his Horcruxes gone, he was defeated. However, the damage was done. The world, both Muggle and Wizarding was destroyed. The Third Great Wizard War had took its price.

The Americans, realizing fighting the Dark Lord with mere force wasn't enough started to use Nuclear Weapons. Wiping out many cities and levelling the world to the ground. The Dark Lord however, learned how to control these strange new weapons created a strange army of Necro's (Think of WarHammer) and attacked the world with unforetold power.

Now Harry stood alone… in the world that was destroyed.

He walked into a glowing circle made by use of Arithmancy and various Runes.

"I once made the mistake of sparing you… I will correct that mistake."

Harry slammed his wand and the elder wand into the ground. There was a flash of light and Harry Potter vanished from the world as it was known.

26 Years Earlier

Harry Potter woke thinking it was a nightmare. Then he clutched his head realizing the pain was quite real. It took him nearly thirty minutes sort out his migraine, Harry however; felt it took like a lifetime.

After Harry had sorted his head our he opened his eyes. He pushed himself up before he took a look around to see the darkness that surrounded him.

"Get up, get up!" Aunt Petunia screeched as she racked the door. Harry glared at her before a small smile grew on his face.

Just as he heard his uncle coming down the stairs it turned into a gleeful one.

"Get up boy. Where's our breakfast?" Uncle Vernon bellowed.

"Make it yourself." Harry snapped.

Aunt Petunia, Dudley and Uncle Vernon looked at each other in confusion. The boy had never, ever spoken back to them. Uncle Vernon turned a brilliant shade of purple before he rushed at the cupboard and unlocked it.

Harry heard the door unlock before he disapparated.

Vernon swung the door open only to find the boy was gone. Vernon let out a scream while Dudley became even more confused than he normally was.

Harry apparated to in front of the Leaky Cauldron and walked in. Thanks to experiences gained in the war he was able to slip pass everyone without being noticed. Before anyone realized the small ten year old was there, he was already at the entrance to Diagon Alley.

Harry quickly slip pass everyone and headed straight to Gringotts. Entering he approach the Goblin sitting on the high desk.

"Hello, I wish to speak to Director Ragnok." Harry asked in the language of the Goblins.

The goblin starred at him before he looked down upon the ten year old boy.

"I will need your name." The goblin asked.

"Harry James Potter."

The goblin blinked.

"Very well, I will have a goblin escorted you to the Director. Griphook!" The goblin shouted.

Harry had thought he would never see Griphook again. The goblin was always looking out for himself and his people during the war, however he had saved Harry's life many times.

"Take young Mr. Potter to see the Director." The goblin replied.

Harry followed Griphook to a set of large elegant doors.

"Director Ragnok, Harry Potter wishes to see you." Griphook replied.

"Send him in."

"Hello Director Ragnok, may many fortunes smile upon you." Harry greeted in the goblin tongue.

Ragnok was shocked. Not only did the boy speak their language perfectly, he also spoke with manners.

"What is it young Mr. Potter?" The goblin asked in English.

"I wish to do a blood purity test. I understand those with old families and powerful ties, are given the strongest vaults correct?" Harry asked.

"Yes, old families mean great fortune; an old custom created by our founder, Ragnok the First." Ragnok replied.

"You may find this funny or even odd, but I'm a pureblood. I'm a descendent of Ignotus Peverell from my father's side. My mother is the daughter of Edmond Dantes' and Joan Marseille." Harry replied.

Ragnok looked at the boy in shock. If what he was saying was true, then he was royalty amongst the wizards. Even though there hadn't been a King since the Dark Ages and he held the blood of nearly every major family in Europe.

"You know that we need the blood purity test to prove this." Ragnok replied.

"I'm aware, if I'm right then I want the strongest vault you have to offer." Harry asked.

"Of course. I also have to contact France Gringotts and their Ministry of Magic." Rangok replied.

Ragnok called goblins for the blood purity test and Harry was escorted to the chamber that he recalled having nightmares about. He really didn't like this chamber. Harry walked into the water and soon felt himself submerge. He twisted and turned as he felt the water enter his body, suffering under the feeling of being unable to breathe. Once it was over Harry launched himself to the surface of the water, breathing in fresh air he felt the goblin's claw like hands pulling him out.

"You gave us quiet the scare Mr. Potter, you stayed down there a little too long. However we should have the results soon enough." Said a Goblin as several put blankets around him.

"Thanks." Harry replied as he was slowly warming up.

Harry walked into the other door reading his results.

"Seems to me Mr. Potter that you were indeed telling the truth. Who would have that that your Mother could have been a pureblood, heiress of several family lines. As promised we will give you our most powerful vaults for your use. Gold along with other treasures will be given to you from France; we will make sure they arrived safely." Ragnok replied.

Harry nodded as he stood calmly before the Head of Gringotts.

"There is something else I require your help with." Harry stated.

"What is it?"

"The grave of Rowena Ravenclaw."

The goblins stared at him like he was mad and Harry waved his hands.

"Please listen to me. I speak to you the truth, and I will explain my reason." Harry replied.

"The Grey Lady once said to me 'if any could help you on your quest… it would be my mother, Rowena Ravenclaw; for she was not only loyal, but intelligent beyond compare.'"

When the goblins said nothing, Harry continued.

"You may have guessed, but I'm not a ten year old boy. However, that tale can be told another time, right now I plan to reincarnate Rowena Ravenclaw."

"How can you do that? It requires great dark magic to bring someone back. And even then they aren't truly amongst us."

"That is true however, what I'm attempting isn't dark magic. It's Elvish Magic. It requires blood and hair from a descendent. I am a descendent. I can bring her back, the same age as me. I will explain everything to her, and she will live as a new person."

"How do you know elf magic? House-Elves have magic, powerful magic but true elf-magic. How?"

"I had a great teacher." Harry answered. And it was true, in his past life the elves trained Harry in their form of magic. He had learned much and made many friends, now he sought to use their magic; one they had warned him was not only powerful, but dangerous.

"I trust you will tell us how you know so much." Ragnok.

'Typical Goblin… I see he is cautious and doesn't see me as a innocent ten year old. He also knows, if I know elvish magic I can perform wandless magic very easily.'

"I will, if you swear that you will keep what you have learned to yourselves and never tell another soul." Harry asked in a serious tone in the goblin tongue.

"We swear it." The goblins all responded. Harry nodded.

"I am Harry Potter, but not Harry Potter you know." Harry answered.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you know of time travel my friends?"

"The minister keeps a close track on all those who use their time turners." Ragnok replied.

Harry chuckled. Yes he knew about that.

"Yes I know, but that's a childish manipulation of time, I'm talking about true time travel." When no goblin answered he continued "You see I am twenty six years from the future."

"How?" The goblins asked.

"I will tell you, in four years maybe five, the Dark Lord Voldemort will return. The Ministry will at first refuse to accept his return and launch a smear campaign against me and Dumbledore, who had alerted the Wizarding World that the Third Great Wizarding War had begun. Voldemort, thanks to the Ministry managed gather an army strong enough to take on both the Ministry and the Order of the Phoenix. The war lasted 22 years, until I managed to defeat the Dark Lord, however his defeat came with a heavy price. The Wizarding World was destroyed as was the muggle world. Using Elvish magic and Arithmancy with some Rune magic. My body was vaporized and my mind and soul were sent into the past to my ten year old form."

There was silence. The goblins didn't know what to think.

"How bad… did it get?"

"It was fine for the first three years, as anyone who declared themselves neutral was left unharmed. Then Voldemort started hunting down everyone. It soon didn't matter which side you were on or if you were neutral. Everyone got pulled, thousands of lives lost, many people lost their minds. It wasn't worth staying; I was willing to bet everything on my untested spell, to give myself a second chance to fix the mistakes of the past." Harry replied.

"Mr. Potter, how did we Goblins stand in the war?"

"After Voldemort starting slaughtering Goblins, the Goblin nation fell under my leadership. I was the leader to the resistance against the Dark Army, I fought often fought for Goblin rights, despite how many of my followers didn't believe in the necessity of it."

"So we served under you, why not Albus Dumbledore?" Ragnok asked.

"Dumbledore was killed, with his death people looked to me for a leader. Shortly after Dumbledore's death, Voldemort managed to gain control of the Ministry. With the Ministry under his control those loyal to me fled to France to seek aid from their Ministry. Bulgaria also lent us their aid due to my friendship with Victor Krum…"

"I've heard of the young lad, they call him a prodigy in Quidditch." Griphook whispered.

"I managed to convince many nations to aid us, America did something better but terrible. They sent their army of wizards into Britain. However, Voldemort soon slaughter them, resulting in the Americans to use muggle Nuclear weapons. A muggle weapon capable of wiping out an entire city in a blink of an eye. Voldemort however soon learned a new power; Necromancy. He brought the dead of the victims to life to fight the war."

"That sounds monstrous!" The goblins exclaimed

"It was trust me, it got bad, very bad. The war soon was called 'The Dark Crusade War.'"

"So you came back…"

"To fix the mistakes of the past."

The goblins all started talking.

"Mr. Potter, please excuse us for a moment." The goblins said as they left the room. Harry nodded and sat down. It felt good to share some of his experiences, but he hadn't told them the full truth. He couldn't have. He didn't want them to know he nearly wiped out the entire goblin race because of a mistake he had made.

A few minutes later, the Goblins returned.

"Mr. Potter, we have decided to help you in your quest to defeat the Dark Lord. We know you are not telling us everything, we however have accepted that there are some things you cannot tell us. We will bring you the tomb of Rowena Ravenclaw."

Harry smiled and bowed.

Harry asked Griphook to let him get some gold as he need to buy fresh robes and gear. He also wanted his wand.

The goblin nodded and led Harry to the vault allowing Harry to take all the gold he could, which was close to a years worth of money to most.

Harry soon left, knowing it would be awhile before the Goblins could get the tomb of Rowena Ravenclaw. Out of all the people he needed, she would be the greatest aid and help for him. Just as she was last time he visited her tomb.

Harry walked to Madam Malkin's, ready to get robes once again.

"Hello dear, Hogwarts?"

"No ma'am, just need some robes." Harry answered.

"Too young?" Madam Malkin asked as she began to measure Harry.

"Yes." responded as he stood still and let the tape measure him. The door opened and he turned to see a young girl standing there. He inwardly groaned, he knew who she was. Cho Chang.

"Hello, are you going to Hogwarts?" She asked politely.

Harry shook his head and replied "No, I'm going next year. I'm just getting some casual Robes."

"Oh, too young. Well, hopefully I'll see you there. I could help you in your classes." She offered politely.

'Some things don't change. She still is the same as she was back then.'

"Thank you, but I already know a lot of magic." Harry answered.

Cho look surprised.

"I'm Cho Chang, who are you?" She asked.

Harry was panicking, but thankfully Madam Malkin came back with some robes.

"That's seven galleons, six sickles and four knuts." She said as she handed him several robes. Harry pulled out ten Galleons and gave them to her and quickly walked out.

"I guess I'll see you at Hogwarts." Cho called as she stepped up onto the stool. Harry pulled on a robe and quickly placed the attached hood over his head. He didn't want to be seen. He quickly walked to Ollivander's Wand Shop and entered. Harry looked around and saw it was the same as when he had first been here.

"I was wondering when you would come here Mr. Potter." Mr. Ollivander said as he appeared behind him. Causing Harry to jump in alarm.

"Coming for your first wand, truth be told, I was expecting you next year. But no matter… which is your wand arm?"

"Right."

Mr. Ollivander went behind the desk pulling out boxes that contained wands.

"Here you go, give it a wave." Mr. Ollivander said. Harry did and again… he broke the window.

"So, Unicorn hair isn't made for you… let's try this, Dragon Heartstring with Redwood; 13 and a half inches."

Harry waved it, knowing this wasn't his wand.

"No, hmm a tricky customer, but we'll find you a wand yet!" Ollivander seemed almost giddy as he went to collect another bunch of wands.

Harry grew bored and wanted his wand back, but he was trying to be patient despite having to wave practically every wand in the store. Finally Mr. Ollivander pulled out a box from a trap door. He held the box in his hands.

"I wonder." He whispered as he held the box.

Harry could only watch in excitement as the wand was handed to him.

"Holly with a Phoenix feather core, eleven inches; give it a wave."

Harry did and felt the warmth flow through his finger tips and up his arm. He basked in the power he felt as he waved his wand.

"Excellent, bravo this is wonderful indeed, very curious though…"

"What's curious?" Harry asked, despite knowing already.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, every wand; it's curious that you should be picked by this wand, when it's brother… why its brother gave you that scar. Yes, thirteen and a half inches, yew with a Phoenix feather core. A powerful wand, if I had known what he would become… It is unclear why the wand picks the wizard, but that is as it has always been. But it is clear that you are destined for great things. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things; terrible things, but great nonetheless. "

Harry paid for the wand and quickly left. Realizing that Ollivander still gave him the creeps. He walked back towards Gringotts and entered.

"Mr. Potter you have return, I take it you gathered what you needed?" Griphook asked as Harry approach him.

"My robes and wand yes. I take it your task has been completed." Harry asked.

"It wasn't easy, but we got her tomb."

"Good. My preparations for her return is ready."

Griphook eyed Harry carefully.

"How…?"

"Best I show it, this will only work once." Harry replied.

They walked to the where the tomb had been placed, and found it surrounded by goblins. Harry then walked up to it and began to write hieroglyphs in the air. He then cut a piece of his hair and laid it on the tomb. After he began to speak in the tongue of the elves.

The goblins watch in amazement as the spell which they didn't know came to life.

"Rowena… hear me… return to the land of the living." Harry called.

Silence echoed within the chamber. The goblins thought it didn't work until the tomb started to crack. The hieroglyphs vanished as did the piece of Harry's hair. The tomb then exploded, causing everyone to shield their eyes. When the dust settled the tomb was gone and lying there was the ten year old form of Rowena Ravenclaw.


A/N - A chapter redone by GreySorrow. Hope this works better for everyone.