Hey peeps! This is my first HP fic, so don't be too harsh with the reviews. But still PLZ REVIEW!
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Why the fuck am I doing this? Harry Potter asks himself as he steps through the Hogwarts gates into the moon-lit grounds carrying his heavy trunk.
Before continuing his long walk up to the dark castle lit only by the golden-flaming lights in the windows, he looks up at the cold silver full-moon.
The moon reminded him so much of the eyes of ones he cared about… but whom he would never see alive again…
His parents… Sirius… Dumbledore… Lupin…
The Order, the DA and the Marauders were all broken. Only few lucky of the DA and the Order survived the Final Battle against Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
Looking at the moon also reminded him of the ones responsible for these losses and deaths…
Voldemort… Wormtail… Bellatrix Lestrange… Snape… Fenrir Greyback…all died at his wand…
Taking a deep breathe he starts his long walk up to the glowing castle as he remembers today's events with regret…
FLASHBACK
"There's no bloody way you can make me do anything for your so-called obligation for the magical community! Haven't I sacrificed enough! I gave everything for the safety of this society… AND NOW YOU ASK FOR MORE!" Harry roars in Professor McGonagall's office at the Headmistress.
McGonagall sighs silently before stating "Harry, I know you are upset…"
"Upset? About what?" Harry snaps turning away to look out of the window.
"About the death of the last of your father's friends in the hand of Fenrir…" she starts.
"I'm not upset… I got my revenge… I killed him remember?" Harry interrupts hitting his hand on the cold glass.
"Revenge doesn't always bring satisfaction… or happiness"
Silence follows this statement…
"Now that you are calmer… Please do this for us" McGonagall breaks the awkward and dense silence.
"Give me one good reason!" Harry spits the words out of his mouth… why should he do any favors to anyone anymore?
"Dumbledore would have wanted it" McGonagall whispers nearly tearful.
He turns around.
How dare she use the memory of Dumbledore to make me guilty and make me do what she wants!… But deep down inside of him Harry knew that he must do it… because Dumbledore wanted it…
"Ok… I'll do it." Harry whispers, looking down at his shoes.
"Ok. You have…" she looks at her watch with all the planets and stars "one hour before you have to be back here. Pack your things and return."
"Got'cha" Harry mock salutes before disapparating to his flat on Diagon Alley.
He quickly (but not in a hurry) collects his clothes and materials. He neatly packed them in his worn black leather trunk.
Realizing that he should change shirt, as he was sweating from shouting and roaring at his former Headmistress, he took of his baggy red t-shirt.
Before putting on another shirt he analyzed his reflection in the wardrobe mirror. He had changed quite a lot in the past years. He would have looked like any ordinary seventeen year-old, except his slim muscular form was covered in scars and curse marks from many Death Eater battles and his Auror Training. His facial features had also changed a bit. His face was grimmer than when he had been younger. He no longer wore glasses (but contacts) and across his right eye was now a scar cut by the dagger of Lord Voldemort himself. He had also returned his hair to the style it used to be in his third year (A/N: look at the cover on HP3). But not much more had changed.
After pulling the fresh clean shirt over his head he gave a long loud whistle and the now blind Hedwig flew onto his shoulder. She had been blinded by a curse that had been aimed at him. Her eyes were no longer black, but an eerie milky white color.
"Come on beautiful!" He whispered to her softly as he picked up his trunk. He walked outside his small neat flat and locked it well.
As he walked down the dark steps to the no more busy and crowded side-alley of Diagon Alley Harry couldn't stop himself from thinking that he might not return from the mission McGonagall gave him. Opening the entrance door to the building he gave a last look at Dragon Alley and disapparated.
He appeared inside McGonagall's office and before she could react in anyway he whispered "Can I at least leave a message to Ron and Hermione?"
"Of course you can… I'll give the message to Professor Weasley tonight at the start-of-term-feast. I think being a new teacher will maybe fade away her deception a bit. But I expect she'll do great as the new Arithmancy Professor." McGonagall smiled.
"When's she getting off her work for the baby?" Harry asks trying to sound nonchalant.
"I don't think she wants to, but she'll get "off work" as you put it after Easter Holidays since her child will be born in April"
"Do you think I'll be able to return back for the christening?" Harry asks concerned, Ron had promised him that he would be the godfather.
"I'll figure out something… but now you have to go" McGonagall smiles giving him a small leather necklace with a beautifully cut purplish crystal.
"This will take you back and forth in time at my will… I will send you a warning a couple of hours before I send you back" she chuckles as she ties it around Harry's neck.
She steps back and holds in her hand another similarly shaped crystal "Now remember Harry, this will be a time in which no one will know you, but there'll be some of your relatives attending Hogwarts at the time; so you will keep your name but if anyone asks say that you moved to Boston when you were a small child. If necessary tell them a little about your past, without mentioning names, as not to create suspicions. You will go directly to the current Head of school and inform you are there to take the vacant Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position. Tell them your curriculum and anything else they want to hear… understood?"
"Aye Aye Captain!" Harry once again mock salutes as he gathers his belongings, secures Hedwig on his shoulder and prepares to depart.
"Ready?"
"Just get on with it!" Harry barks.
FLASHBACK
Now as he stood in front of the massive oak front doors he was definitely regretting in taking this time-travel shit from McGonagall.
Well… What's done is done… no point in staying out here until McGonagall decides to bring me back!
Harry opens the two front doors wide open letting the sudden burst of wind enter the candle-lit Entrance Hall. Harry walks up to the closed doors of the Great Hall, and before changing his mind he opens the doors with a loud bang to find himself looking straight at the face of the current Headmaster of Hogwarts sitting in the chair in the middle of the staff table…
It was Dumbledore…
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