Chapter 1
"Run Hermione run."
They were running in he ministries trying to escape from death eaters. He had been a fool and fell into Voldemort's trap. He had believed that Sirius was being tortured and had led his friends to this death trap. They were all going to die. But they were all going to die fighting.
"Stupefy."
His spell was easily deflected by the death eater chasing him.
"Avada Kedavra."
He ducked and the spell missed him be inches.
He turned back once again.
"Reducto."
"Expulso."
They both yelled at the same time. The spells collided in mid air and the explosion caught the nearby shelf. Harry stopped and saw that the object on the shelf had been destroyed. Many of them had been destroyed. And the others had started vibrating. It was as if a chain reaction had occurred. One by one all the time turners blew apart. Then there was a blinding flash of light and then Harry saw nothing.
Harry was running and falling at the same time. That was all he could feel. The feeling of falling continuously but his body never hitting anything. He kept on falling. And then he stopped.
He tried to look around but there was nothing but darkness.
"Harry Potter."
"Who are you?"
"You have another chance."
"Why can I not see anything? Where am I? What happened to my friends? Where is Sirius?"
"To make things right." The booming voice kept on saying.
"Whatever you do it is not going to harm your existence. Your existence is assured. Do what you have always done. The right thing."
"Who are you?"
"You will meet me. Everyone meets me at some point of time. Look for my objects."
"Look for what? I don't understand. Who are you?"
"I am the realest thing about life itself. I am truth of life. I am what gives life meaning."
"Where am I?"
"You are at a point in a river. You have just been pushed back a little. You will find your way. Trust your judgement. Trust your friends. Good luck, Harry Potter."
"Wait I don't understand."
Then again he felt he was being thrown back. This time the feeling was short lived. Then he landed on his feet. He opened his eyes. He was on a street. The street seemed familiar. The shops around him seemed familiar. He tried to move forward but his legs gave way. He fell on the ground hard. His chest hurt. He saw a man walk up to him. But he heard nothing of what the man was saying as everything faded to black.
He sat up in flash. His eyes frantically looked around the room. The room was small. It had a small desk and a chair. It also had a wardrobe and a mirror attached to it. His chest still hurt. He got down from the bed slowly. He did not understand how he had gotten here. He was in the ministry. They had gone to rescue Sirius. It had been a trap. Where was Ron? Where was Hermione? He opened the door of the room and quickly headed downstairs. It was still early morning. There was a man sitting at a table reading a newspaper. He had very short hair. It had been cut like that, he could tell. The man turned around and smiled at him.
"Thank merlin you are awake. I was worried."
"Where am I?"
"Oh, this is the leaky cauldron."
"Leaky Cauldron? How did I get here?"
"I don't know myself. I was cleaning the tables when I heard a loud thud outside. I went outside and saw you lying on the ground. You had an injury on your chest. I tired my best to heal it. I would have taken you to St Mungo's but I don't have that kind of money."
"Thank you." Harry said gratefully. He was grateful, but he needed to know where his friends were.
"Who are you?"
"Oh me, I am Carl, I own this place."
"Tom sold the Leaky Cauldron."
"What? You talking about my son?"
"Your son?" Harry was confused. Tom owned Leaky Cauldron, as far as he remembered.
"I think you are still under stress. I will make you a nice cup of tea while you read the newspaper okay."
"Thanks Carl."
Carl left for the kitchens. Harry slowly rubbed his forehead and opened the first page.
Accident at MINISTRY.
All Time Turners Destroyed.
So he had rescued by someone. Someone had brought him here. Yes, the time turners had been destroyed. But why didn't the man recognize him. His name was in the paper enough these days for people to recognize his face. He started looking around. He realised that he was not in his school robes. He was wearing someone else's clothes. He looked at the other news. Then something caught his eye. The date line.
Date- June 28, 1934.
He felt as if his world had crashed beside him. How was this possible? He had thrown back in time. That was what the voice was telling him about. How was this possible? The time turner explosion must have done something. This must be some kind of illusion he thought. Voldemort was messing with his mind again. But how could he be sure. Carl then returned with a cup of tea.
"Carl, what condition was I in, when you found me?"
"Well, you had a wound on your chest like I said. Yeah were wearing only a jumper and shorts. Not any other clothing on you. So I put my son's clothes on you. He is about your age. He is at Hogwarts right now. How come you are not there? I also found your wand. I kept it at the table."
"Carl what year is this?"
"1934. Kid are you alright. I can call a healer if you want."
"Oh my god. Carl do you know anything about Voldemort."
"What's a Voldemort?"
"Oh god."
"I am going to call a healer."
"No, no."
"Just give me some parchment, a quill and some ink. Ok I will be in my room."
"Ok. Kid what is your name?"
"Harry….." he paused for a bit. "Harry Evans."
"Evans. Are you a muggleborn?"
"Yeah."
"Why are you not at Hogwarts?"
"I will explain later."
He took his cup of tea and went to his room quickly. Carl brought him a some pieces of parchment and old quill and some ink. Harry sat and scribbled whatever information he could.
No Voldemort.
Diary showed me 1942. He was then in fifth year. So he starts Hogwarts in 1937.
Dumbledore should be young now.
Grindelwald still at large. His duel takes place in 1945. Eleven years. No prophecy. No Ron, no Hermione, no Sirius, Remus or my parents.
The voice had told him that he was supposed to make things right. He was supposed to change history. How could he do that. He did not know anybody here. Only Dumbledore and Dumbledore did not know him. He did not have any money. He could not ask Gringotts as he was sure that there was a Potter around who question his claim to their wealth. He had no idea how he was going to do this. He needed help. He could not do this alone. He went inside the bathroom and washed his face. His chest still hurt. He opened the shirt to see the wound. It had been closed. It was still messy. Carl had helped him a lot. And Harry had a feeling Carl would help him more.
Harry went downstairs and entered the kitchen to talk to Carl. A few people had arrived in the pub. He realised that Leaky Cauldron was still a new pub and was gaining popularity.
"Kid, you feeling okay."
"Yeah. Carl I need your help. I need a job. I will be a waiter anything. I just need a job."
"Okay. You are hired. But I cannot promise you much pay. You can keep your room."
"Thanks. Can you give me some clothes."
"Yeah. You can take some of Tom's clothes. You can buy some second hand in Knockturn if you want. You will get them cheap. "
"Thanks man. I will take a shower and join you."
"Okay be here quick."
Harry went upstairs and took a bath. He returned and worked for around five hours. When it was around two. Harry headed to Knockturn Alley, found the store selling second hand stuff. He used the money Carl had given him to buy a few clothes and returned quickly. He put the stuff in his room and headed downstairs. When he got there he saw all the people had gathered around a table. He moved further to see a snake sitting there. A few people tried to hit it with a spell but they missed. He pushed a few people away and went to talk to the snake.
"Buddy relax."
But the snake continued to hiss at him. The snake did not understand him.
"Calm down. No one will hurt you.'
The snake made a move at him. When someone shouted.
"Stupefy."
The spell hit the snake straight at the head. It fell on the table with a thud. The man moved around the table carefully putting the snake's head on his lap gave him some liquid he had taken from his pocket. The snake woke up, moved its head around then fell back on the man's lab. Harry watched the seen unfold with great care. As the people started moving out he realized that he had lost his ability to speak Parseltongue. Carl entered and sat beside him in the kitchen.
"Quite a show right."
"Yeah. Who was that guy?"
"Oh him. He is Newt Scamander."
AN- THERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER. YEAH, THE HORCRUX INSIDE HARRY DIES. HE WILL WORK WITH DUMBLEDORE SOON, HE WILL ALSO WORK WITH NEWT.
CLEARING OUT THE TIMELINE.
EVENTS TAKE PLACE FROM 1934.
EVENTS OF FANTASTIC BEASTS 1 AND 2 TAKE PLACE IN 1930 AND 1931. NEWT IS YOUNGER THAN HE IS IN THE FILM.
AGE OF NEWT IS 24 RIGHT NOW.
DUMBLEDORE IS 38. I KNOW YOU GUYS MIGHT HATE ME MAKING DUMBLEDORE SO YOUNG. BUT IT IS FANFICTION.