AN: Hello and welcome to my plot bunny. I always read time travel stories but now I thought I would make my own. Be warned that I'm a rather angsty writer so this wont all be lollipops and rainbows. I'm currently in University so I'm a very busy person but I will do my best to get out fairly scheduled updates. But don't hold me to that. Anyway, reviews and constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Harry Potter and am making no money from this work.

Harry looked at the tired lined faces that surrounded him. He knew this would be their last order meeting before their fate was decided. Harry folded his hands in front of him and looked into the faces of his order for what would most likely be the last time. Harry had been thrust into the position as leader of the light once Dumbledore had fallen and he had taken his mantle with a heavy heart.

Harry had proved able to strike loyalty into the hearts of those who met him, but the war was difficult and slowly his people only had him to cling to. Harry had to be tough to show that this was could be won. On the inside, Harry wished he had someone there to act as his anchor as he was for everyone else.

"I will go alone" Harry said simply to the tense room. Immediately sounds of protest were raised, most vehemently by Hermoine. Harry just glanced sadly at the empty seat beside her which was still reserved for Ron. There were now many empty seats around the table that people refused to fill.

"It will be hard enough to hold the wards long enough to get me in, let alone a whole team. Besides, Voldemort wont expect an attack on Hogwarts." Harry said firmly.

Kingsly made a disbelieving face "Yeah, that's because it's a death wish to even try. It's his fortress Harry, with wards that have been there for thousands of years!". The capture of Hogwarts had been particularly hard for everyone, many good people died that day.

Harry slammed his fist against the wood of the table and stood up harshly, his calm exterior completely shattered. "We know that Kingsly, and it is why I will go alone!" Harry breathed in deeply and met the eyes of the few people in the room. Hermione just looked defeated, she had for weeks now ever since Ron was hit by a reducto to the head. Remus met Harry straight on and Harry could see how this war had started to bring out the insanity in him, it seemed slowly the wolf was winning its forever battle and Remus seemed that much less inclined to fight it. Harry worried that one full moon Remus would just never come back. As for the rest of their small resistance was a sneering Snape, Hermione, Arthur Weasly , Kinsgly and Minerva. The more people died the more Harry refused help from others. So only a few remained.

"Look guys, I know the repercussions, and I know this seems like a suicide mission," Snape scoffed but said no more, "but it's not. I will make it in and I will kill the bastard. It ends tonight with or without you're approval." Harry chose that moment to glare harshly at Kingsly who just glared a hole in the table. While Harry was only 16, he had been thrust into this tiring war years ago and was long since too old for his old body. Now in days Harry had a short temper and wicked aim which led very few to question him.

"But Harry, you won't even tell us how you plan to kill him! There must be two hundred Death Eaters and their families in there!" Arthur exclaimed weekly, they had all had this argument with Harry before.

"Enough" Harry growled, several people flinched by its ferocity. "It will be done." No one would meet him in the eye.

"Good. Now I need everyone back here at 11 pm, you will lift the wards at 11:30. When I'm in you will all leave. No one is to follow me in, understood?" There was a chorus of 'yes sir' around the table. Hermione just continued to stare brokenly at the table hardly paying attention to the meeting. "Now everyone go get some rest, we have a long night ahead of us."

As everyone slowly disappeared to their respective rooms in Grimmauld place which had long since become the only place anyone was safe, Harry heard Hermione whisper to him "I can't lose you both, Harry." And she slipped out.

Harry watched her retreat and balled his hands into fists. His heart squeezed but he thought no more on it. No, today he would sleep along with the rest of his resistance. And hopefully by the time his birthdays begun at midnight Voldemort would be gone.


Harry quickly cast a Tempus charm, it read 11:45. Harry cursed, he was supposed to be inside already. Harry watched as Snape and Minerva continued chanting while he and poured more magic into the casting stone. Harry had invented this work of magic himself, it was able to pierce through any wards for a short amount of time. It had save Minerva's life when Harry had rescued her from Riddle manor months back. The only problem was that it took a lot of power.

Harry heaved a sigh of relief as he felt the wards part seamlessly; Harry gave one last quick glance at his solemn group before silently sprinting down the crafted tunnel and straight into Hogwarts. It was now or never.

Harry's eyes darted around the castle hallway, taking in the place that he once called home. Hogwarts was as pristine as ever but Harry could feel that her very essence had changed. While Hogwarts had once felt welcoming and safe, it now felt bare and cold. Harry knew Voldemort would never harm the castle as he loved it as much as Harry did, but it was obvious that some major changes had been made and Harry felt anguished at her loss.

Harry snuck down the hallways, feeling for Voldemort. This was a little trick he had picked up, once Harry had finally mastered Occlumency he was able to dissect the connection between himself and Voldemort and used it as a compass. Harry followed the impression in his mind to find himself in front of the headmaster's office. The Gargoyle that guarded it had been blasted into rubble, obviously Voldemort wasn't able to guess Dumbledore's obscene password. Instead Nagini lay their curled up sleeping. Harry was overjoyed, this was the last Horocrux.

With very small movements, Harry pulled out the Gryffindor sword from his side and held it steady. "Nagini, come here little child", Harry hissed soothingly. This was another talent he had picked up from dissecting the scar, he was now able to imitate the voice of Voldemort. It creped him and everyone else out, but at least it was now coming in handy.

Blearily, Nagini slithered towards him hardly awake enough to open her eyes. She slipped onto his lap and curled around him as she normally did to Voldemort when they were alone. Content she lay her head down on his shoulder and looked ready to continue her nap. Harry quickly grabbed her by the head and swiftly brought down his sword. Naginis head rolled away and came to rest by the blasted Gargoyle. Harry watched silently as one of the last Horocrux's disappeared in a wisp of black smoke.

Harry tried not to dwell on what he had just done. Hedwig, his own familiar had been killed in much the same way. And while this felt like revenge for his poor owl, Harry could not help the emotions that came with the act.

Harry stood up and pushed off the dead coils of the beautiful snake and slipped up the now unguarded staircase. Only one more thing to do.

Harry knew this would be the hardest part. He had told no one what he had intended to do because he knew they would try to stop him. But at this point he was desperate. The wizarding world had fallen to the Dark and the rest of the world was well on its way. There were now only a few pockets of resistance groups left and they were quickly diminishing. Harry needed this to end now.

Harry stalked silently into his old headmasters office and erected a silencing, apparating and impact ward around the office and the school. Drained, Harry heaved himself up the hidden staircase to the bedroom where he knew the Dark Lord slept. Long ago they had Snape still spying; he had barley gotten out alive.

Harry cast another quick tempus, the time showed 11:56. Harry nervously pocketed his wand. He needed to do this just right. Harry pulled out the jewel incrusted dagger. It was designed to, once entered into a person, violently implode every single cell and organ of the body. Harry had, after months of research, fundamentally changed it so it projected outwardly. The thing was, in order to do this on the scale Harry intended, he would need to feed it mass amount of power. Harry knew the minuet he turned 17 he would come fully into his powers and that was just the spike he needed to finish this.

From what little Intel Harry had managed to gather he knew that most of Voldemort's forces were currently in the building, there was never a more perfect time to do this. Harry pushed the door open, there was no more need for pretense. There was only a minute left.

Voldemort had been at his desk reading a report and spun around to face Harry, surprise and insane glee etched into his pale reptilian face.

"My, my. Little Harry Potter come to die." Harry shivered as his silky tongue seemed to lash at him. Harry straightened his back defiantly as Voldemort stepped closer to him and ran one finger down his cheek. Harry could feel the presence of Death Eaters behind his back. He had known he was being followed the entire way here, it just didn't matter.

"And to what do I owe this pleasure dear Harry? Have you finally given up?" Harry could detect the true curiosity mingled in with the malice of his words. Harry grimaced.

"My world has died because of you, millions dead by your hand Tom, but I'm done now. No more fighting." Harry stated calmly, inside he was numb. He was on borrowed time.

Voldemort looked positively delighted, "How cowardly, walking to me like a lamb to the slaughter. Regardless of your loss in sanity, I will take the pleasure in finally seeing you at my feet like you belong-" before Voldemort had a chance to finish, Harry felt a great stirring inside of him.

Over the sound of rushing waves that begun to fill his ears, Harry could hear a clock chiming 12. Harry struggled to stay on his feet as what felt like a giant wave tried to drown him from the inside, raising his dagger Harry plunged it into his stomach. Harry managed to catch a glimpse of Voldemort confused face before the pain erupted and Harry fell to his knees.

He could feel the dagger latching on to his magic, but his magic wasn't slowing down. It seemed to grow that much more aggressive, fighting the magic imbued in the artifact and slowly tearing every cell in Harry's body apart. Harry had always been told that coming into inheritance was like a gentle cheering charm which tingled you down to your toes. Harry felt like he was being ripped to shreds. Something must have gone wrong.

Voldemort started his cruel cackling and raised his wand to finish what Harry had started. But before a syllable could leave Voldemort's lips, the castle turned to chaos. All around parts of the castle were collapsing, every brick was exploding into sharp shards that lodged themselves into nearby Death Eater. The floo erupted sending magical flames covering the building. The screams of agony and utter fear echoed the halls as nobody was able to get away.


Outside, the Order of the Phoenix solemnly waited for their leader. It was silently agreed that they would wait regardless of Harry's orders, but no one was stupid enough to follow after him. After what seemed like an hour of absolute silence, Hogwarrts erupted. The explosion rocked the ground, and the bright blue flames licked around the once great building. None of the explosion was able to get past the wards Harry had erected so the Order was able to safely watch as everything they knew, their leader, their fight, their enemies, and their monument ripped and shattered till there was nothing but a crater.

Hermione sobbed and dropped to her knees staring in horror, the rest of the group had looks of joy, pain, and utter disbelief.

"Harry" Hermione whispered to the devastating scene before her. Harry was right, this was the end. The war had lost both its leaders and was now back in light hands. Hermione just continued to weep on the burning ground.


Harry screamed in pain, his voice drowned out in the destruction around him. Harry could feel the flames licking his body and shards of Hogwarts imbedded into his body, but he wasn't dead. Harry couldn't hear any other screaming than his own and knew he had been successful. The Dark was dead, and by taking his own life Harry could feel the Horocrux in his head slip out quietly behind the rush of his current pain: his magic.

It kept pouring and ripping his body, Harry clawed at his face, the skin underneat it peeled away with little resistance. Harry wished for his mangled body to finally give out. With one exhausted push Harry tried to stand. The magic dragged him back to the floor violently. Quickly, Harry could feel his body run out of room for the destructive magic and it whipped ferociously around him adding further to the chaos and stripping the magic of Hogwarts down to its core.

Harry had never been so scared in his life.

With one finale scream, Harry pushed all his magic out; into the dagger, into the building, just out where it could no longer hurt him. It rushed out through him and Harry felt like a branch caught in a tornado. With one last weak push, Harry felt something tear out of his very being and he blissfully sank into unconsciousness around the roaring flames and bodies of his enemies.


Harry woke with a gasp, immediately kicking at whatever was holding him down. Harry could tell right away that something was not right, he was in a warm, small, dark, wet place. While his body was contorted, he felt no discomfort. After being ran through by shards of Hogwart's Harry expected to be in worse condition… like dead.

"Am I dead?" Harry tried to say in amazement, but nothing but liquid came out. Harry thought about his situation. He felt safe and healthy; a quick jab at his uncontrollable magic told him it had settled. Harry tried not to think about that too much. Touching his magic used to feel like a warm embrace, now it felt like a dive in a deep icy pool with dangerous animals lurking under the dark water slowly dragging him into its depths.

Surly he was dead.

That's when it happened. His tiny enclosure moved and Harry heard a distorted noise through the black haze. A sound he had only ever heard once but was unmistakable: Lilly Evans. His Mother.

Unbidden images of his crying mother filled his vision just as his sight filled up with the putrid green which Harry had come to associate with the killing curse.

Harry panicked and begun flailing in his tiny tomb.

"James, something's wrong. My stomach, he's glowing-" Harry wasn't able to hear the rest of his worried mothers voice because at that moment his magic reacted to his emotions just like it had only moments before. His magic rose up like a tidal wave and drowned Harry who only had the last though of 'What the hell is happening to me?' before he was once again ripped from his body.

AN: Don't worry more will be explained hopefully in the next chapter. Right now Harry is just as confused as you are. I would just like to welcome all of my readers to the world of Time Jumpers. Let the adventures begin!