I had to make a few changes because I realized I had to fix some inaccuracies, like terms that J.K. Rowling used just to make it more credible. It was just kind of bothering me and I thought I'd better make these changes to keep a consistency with J.K. Rowling's writing. I think it's more fun that way, to me anyway, if I keep as close to her version so that it can seem believable enough for people to enjoy! And by the way, there is more to come!
The Alternate Story of Harry Potter
By Eve Powell
Chapter 1 Love re-bounded"You were the seventh Horcrux, Harry, the Horcrux he never meant to make. He had rendered his soul so unstable that it broke apart when he committed those acts of unspeakable evil, the murder of your parents, the attempted killing of a child. But what escaped from that room was even less than he knew. He left more than his body behind. He left part of himself latched to you, the world-be victim who had survived…. his knowledge remained woefully incomplete, Harry! That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped."—Dumbledore (by J.K. Rowling).
His mind had that same sensation as when he entered a memory with Dumbledore's Pensieve…. Harry stood in the Forbidden Forrest frozen as if in time –in time itself. He knew how the battle in front of Hogwarts had ended, along with Snapes's death and Voldemort's demise.
So why was he here again? Standing in the Forbidden Forrest and the sounds of the distant battle going on in front of Hogwarts. And how had he gotten back to this moment, this very same place in time and for what purpose? Or was it that he had returned to this point in time because of some purpose? He remembered he had dropped the Resurrection Stone on the ground. He remembered staring at it with the crack down the middle, which had represented the Elder Wand. His toe, through his shoe came in contact with something. Wasn't it here that he had dropped the Resurrection stone?
Hesitating, Harry looked around him. The forest was so still. Almost too still. As if frozen. There was no movement anywhere. No wind or even a tiny breeze and the air that Harry breathed in and exhaled was sterile as if even the act of breathing came from a different source. He bent to look at the object beneath the toe of his shoe expecting to see the familiar black stone with the crack down the middle. But when he picked up the object, the stone that he now held in his hand was obviously not the Resurrection stone at all. Harry slid his thumb over the texture of the stone, feeling its smooth surface. He looked at it realizing it was the Philosopher's Stone he held. But hadn't that been destroyed? And what would it be doing here in the same spot or close to the same spot as where he had last held the other stone?
As soon as he thought of that he found the surroundings change. No longer was he standing in the still of the Forrest, but now he was facing his own reflection in front of the Mirror of Erised…. But on the other side of the mirror facing himself was…. himself as an eleven-year-old boy. The same boy that he had been at eleven, now oh so long ago…. before everything else had happened.
And there too was Professor Quirrell standing next to his younger self! He was wearing his purple turban under- which he knew -what or rather whom lay. Eleven-year-old Harry was now staring back at himself in the mirror, looking at himself as he stood now almost a fully grown man and holding what seemed to be the Philosopher's Stone. How had this happened? Was this an illusion? Or was the Resurrection Stone only just changed in appearance alone? He glanced down now at his own hand as the older of the Harries.
Harry's eye was caught back to the mirror where he saw his younger image touch his pocket. He remembered doing that. But this time on the other side of the glass he saw the red glow of the Philosopher's Stone through the eleven-year-old Harry's robe pocket. The stone he had been holding was ….gone. How had he given it to his younger self through the mirror?
The surprise of this was surpassed by the shock of the sudden emergence of Dumbledore.
Harry began to suspect that he was standing in a gap in time, of time, within the space-time continuum, which had pretzeled in order to change certain events…. And here now stood Dumbledore!
His mind scrambled, along with the need to account for his memories of what he had already seen happen and the preceding events just before he found himself standing there again in the Forbidden Forrest.
What was the last thing he remembered…? Harry recounted his thoughts. He'd gone on a walk towards the Forbidden Forrest, still recovering at the school hospital from the show down in front of Hogwarts. He like so many others who had survived that fateful day were all recovering in the hospital wing (some had been apparated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.). By the next day he had begun to feel well enough for Madam Pomfrey to suggested Harry take some exercise. Nobody wanted to let him out of their sight as he had become ever more so their hero of all time and the special treatment he was getting was beginning to drive him crazy. All he wanted was for everything to be normal again. As if that could ever happen….
His feet had wandered aimlessly for a while. Then a thestrial had caught his eye as he began to walk into the direction of Hagrid's cabin. This had made him change his course. He wasn't sure why, like the time that he had taken the potion that he had won in Slughorn's Potion class, the year that he had become so adept from studying from the Prince's potion book (which later had turned out to be Professor Snape's during his youth). What made him think of that now?
As if reading his mind the way he always seemed to have the ability to, Dumbldore still standing in front of him said,
"I brought you here. To look at what you saw in the mirror and the Pensieve and consider how your outstanding honor as a wizard made you more than just an ordinary wizard and more than just the 'chosen one.' Chosen because an ancient magic charm had protected you and saved your life as an enfant out of love from your mother. A charm taught to her by a prince who proved, in the end, to have an honorable heart. Secret pacts of love are more than ordinary and this charm was no exception. I think you recall what this can do," and now Dumbledore handed Harry a gold chain with a tiny hourglass. He remembered this. It looked much like the one Hermione had used during the term when she had taken on more classes than she had time for. It was a Time Turner that could …re-tell time…. To change events.
"Turn three more times after I go. I pre-set it to bring you to an event, it is time for you to repay your mother's sacrifice of love …. The ancient charm she used giving of her own life to protect yours. This is the Rule of Love Re-bound."