Author's Notes: I had this idea in my head for a while now, it's kinda based on "Paid In Blood" by Zaterra02 but it won' be a complete rip-off. I don't have a Beta so I have had to review this myself. I suck at proof-reading my own work so I have probably missed a load of mistakes. Do tell me so I can fix them. This first chapter is smaller than they would normally be but they will be longer later on. Anyway, here we go...
On the night of a full moon, a young man in a black battle cloak and clutching a long stick stood atop a crumbling building. The wind blowing his pitch-black hair away from his haunted emerald eyes. This man was none other than the infamous Commander Harrison James Potter. The building his feet took refuge on - 4 Privet Drive. This was the only building still standing in a 200 mile radius.
Commander Potter had released a magical bomb - the dying body of his mentor Albus Dumbledore.
Around the building, chard corpses of those he called friends and enemies lay. They would forever lay un-moving for the rest of eternity. All except one other.
"It's over Potter!" A snake-like voice screamed across the battlefield, "I have won! Your precious Order is no more! After 27 years of your aggression, I have won!"
"No! You - Tom - have lost!" The Commander yelled back, "We both have..."
The snake like man - Tom - screamed as he shot a light from his stick, as green as the commanders eyes. Harrison simply used his own stick to bring a rock in-front of him.
"We have both lost Tom! It's time to give up!"
"Never! The might of Lord Voldemort will beat you!"
"Then you have ignored my request..."
Lord Voldemort points his stick at himself, a condescending smirk on his face.
"Ad me in tempore!" Voldemort shouts before a blue light hit him, causing him to scream with all his worth.
"No!" The Commander replies, trying to run over to his enemy to stop him.
"Goodbye Potter, See you in the past!"
With that, Lord Voldemort's body crumples to the ground. All life in his eyes - gone. Not more than 3 seconds after, the Commander's screams of agony resonated around the small ex-neighborhood. Lord Voldemort and Harrison Potter had joined the land of the past.
In a dormitory, located high in Scotland, a young boy bolts out of his dream. Sweat is pouring down his face while his eyes start to dull.
"Harry, mate, what's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?" A young red-headed boy asks.
"No... But I'm back where I belong..." Harry responds, "I need to speak to Dumbledore! He needs to be warned!"
"Just do it tomorrow, we don't have class remember? The Goblet of Fire is announcing it's champions! I can't wait!"
"13 years... I'm back by 13 years..." Harry whispers, before a grin sweeps across his face, "I'm coming for you Tommy Boy!"
Author's Notes: What do you think? Please leave a review and don't forget to F&F. Thanks!