Harry Potter and Yesterdays Future.
Disclaimer: - I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. Anything you recognise is hers; everything else is purely my imagination-running wild…..
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"Come on Hermione, I can do this!" Harry looked at Hermione his eyes hard, emerald green eyes seemly to flash.
"You yourself have set the time turner, you know that it is the only way we can defeat Voldemort."
"Harry, I not….. not sure anymore" Hermione wrung her hangs against the dark robes that she was wearing, her eyes, looking intensely at Harry.
They were standing, facing each other within the Transfiguration class, McGonagall's desk between them. The books and scrolls littering the table between them, the gold and silver of the time turner taking pride of place in the middle of the mess. Additional notes scattered across the floor, much to the annoyance of Hermione, lay in heaps with runes and equations taking up most of the margins.
"We've gone through this hundreds of times" Harry looked into Hermione's eyes. Harry turned to face away from Hermione.
"I go back to the past, kill…no" Harry didn't like the idea of becoming a murderer, continuing "no…stop Voldemort and then return. If I succeed then everything will have been worth it, the countless hundreds dying won't have happened" Harry took a deep breath, slowly releasing it "It's…..it's the only way"
At that moment, Ron burst through the door, panting as if he had been running all the way up from the dungeons. "Quick, Snape's on his way up, I just saw him pass the third corridor"
Quickly Harry grabbed the time turner and passed it over his neck, making sure that it was not on show and was between his skin and his tee shirt. With a quick wave of his hand, the scattered papers flew into a neat pile and then turned themselves into a transfiguration essay. That would keep Snape off his back if he wanted to see what they were doing in the classroom.
"Harry" scolded Hermione "just because you can do spells wandlessly, you should be careful, no one knows that you can do that"
Shrugging his shoulders, Harry turned and quickly transfigured the desk into a cat, along with a bowl of milk. Transfiguring inanimate objects into living animals took a lot of power, the cat just stayed on the ground looking at the bowl of milk, thankfully not going anywhere.
"Hermione, only you and Ron know about my wandless abilities and that was only because I seemed to have reached my magical maturity at sixteen, not seventeen"
"You should still be more careful" Hermione was just about to launch into why Harry shouldn't do wandless magic, when Ron cut in.
"Look guys, in case you have both forgotten, Snape is on his way up here and you two are arguing about Harry doing something that even Dumbledore has trouble doing" He had only just seemed to have his breath back, still slightly panting.."If you two have finished we need to be getting back to the common room. It's nearly past curfew"
"Okay, okay…….lets go"
Harry was just about to turn the cat and bowl back into McGonnals desk when the door was suddenly thrown open. Standing inside the frame of the door stood Snape, his outline unmistakable, his robes still billowing around his frame in a non-existent breeze.
"Well…..what do we have here, three Gryffindors out of bounds and in a class room without a permission slip?" Snape sneered at the three "I believe that that will be 10 points from Gryffindor"
"What! It's not past curfew, we were just on our way back to the common room" Ron all but shouted.
"I think that that will be a further 5 points for cheek Mr Weasley and talking back to a professor, I think that will be another 5 points" The sneer on Snape's face was about to reach all time records.
"We're just going…..professor" Harry nodding to both Hermione and Ron, all three started to walk towards to the door of the classroom.
"Wait, What are you three doing in here, what do you have in your hands – Potter" Snape held out his hand for the paper that Harry had been holding. Hesitating Harry held out the transfiguration essay for Snape to look at, he was fairly confident that Snape wouldn't be able to see that it was their notes on the time turner, but with Snape you could never be sure.
Professor Snape took one look at the essay and roughly pushed it back at Harry "Get going. If I see you in the corridor then you will not only lose more points but you will have detention with Mr Filch, I understand that he is in need of assistance in cleaning up the front entrance way"
Not waiting to be told again, they all start to move toward to class room door, Harry turned round and cast a spell at the cat and bowl of mile, transfiguring tham back into the desk and chair, all three went quickly out of the classroom, heading back to Gryffindor tower, Ron continuously muttering about 'Greasy Gits and bloody Slytherin's'
Back in the common room, the three went there separate ways, Harry up to the boys dorm, Ron went over to see who was winning the latest gob stones match and Hermione went and sat by Ginny.
Harry opened the door to the boys dorm, annoyed that they hadn't yet completed what they had set out to do, the equations all worked …..'theoretically'. The time turner would send him back to the early 50's, where he could confront Voldemort, Tom Riddle, and then finally return him to the present time. It was timed so that he would only spend approximately ten hours back in time and then he would jump forward to the present day, if all worked as it should. Allowing only ten hours would prove to be a bit of a problem if he couldn't find Tom Riddle, if he couldn't find Tom then it would have all been a wasted journey, nothing would have changed. He would have travelled back in time to accomplish nothing.
Harry sat on his four-poster bed, putting his notes down and turning them back from the transfiguration essay, spreading out the main incantation he reviewed it once again. He would only have one chance to get this right, one spell could change the future of all wizard kind, make a safer place, a safer future, one where wizards and witches could thrive without having to be constantly vigilant. The spell would require an enormous amount of power, something which Harry had in abundance, since coming into his magical maturity…….
Flashback.
Harry had been lying down on his bed, trying not to think about getting up, his nightmares had proven to be traumatic and left him listless and wanting not to go to sleep. The presence of Voldemort was at the fore thought of his mind, every time that Voldemort went on a killing spree Harry would see it in graphic detail. Although Voldemort did not participate in every raid, he was nearly always present throughout the raids and took personal delight in directing his deatheaters to carry out the most horrific injuries on the people caught up in the destruction, killing being the only forthright conclusion to hours of torturer.
Harry tried sitting up, not wanting to really move.
"You okay Harry?" Ron called from his bed concern registering on his face, he knew that Harry cast silencing charms around his bed at night to stop from waking Seamus, Dean and Neville. Ron could see that Harry's face was covered in sweat and that he was trembling.
"Yeah, old Voldy must be doing something, 'cause my head is killing me" Harry still trying to sit up trembled even more the closer he got to up-right. "I think that I might have to see Madam Pomfrey to get a head ache potion, otherwise I might not make potions, last thing I want at the moment is to have Snape start taking points for me not paying attention"
Knowing that Harry would voluntary want to see Madam Pomfrey caused Ron to take a closer look at his friend, never would Harry want to visit the hospital wing of his own accord. "Are you sure that you are alright?" Ron got out of bed and approached Harry's bed, he could feel the magic pouring off of Harry. As Ron was getting closer he noticed that Harry started to glow, a faint blue light gradually began to surround his friend, getting brighter.
Harry face started to grimace, the trembling getting worse. Ron tried to get to Harry to help him, however the blue light that had surrounded him suddenly turned a violent violet/purple, clashing red seemed to infuse with the blue and the power turned up another notch.
"Neville!" Ron turned and shouted "Neville, quick go get Dumbledore!"
Neville started, looking at Ron and then Harry saw that something was not right, jumping quickly out of bed he ran to the door of the dorm. By this time the shouting had woken both Dean and Seamus, causing both of them to come running over to Ron. Looking at Harry both were as confused as Ron.
"What's happening Ron?" Seamus asked, looking at Harry, concern written all over his face.
"I have no bloody idea" Ron ran his hand through his hair, looking at Harry who seemed to be shaking and sweating in a semi-ridged position on his bed. Was it his imagination or was Harry starting to float off his bed. Deciding that doing anything was better than doing nothing Ron started to reach for Harry.
Just as Neville reached the door of the dorm, the door opened with a very worried and slightly panting Professor Dumbledore "Keep back from Harry" barked Dumbledore. This said a little too late as Ron had already reached for Harry. Ron's hand had reached to the purple nimbus, that surrounded Harry and he was thrown violently in the direction of the window. Only coming to crash down beside the windowsill, unconscious.
"Mr Thomas, Mr Finnigan, step away from Harry please" Professor Dumbledore seemed to have recovered from his initial sock and appeared to be calmly surveying the scene before him., only Dumbledore knew how frantic his thoughts were going through his head.
At that moment a rather worried Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall swept into the dorm, "Albus, what is going on?" Professor McGonagall took in the scene in front of her, one Harry Potter surrounded by a purple nimbus, lying on his bed, two students looking on in horror at something happening to one of their own friends and another student lying prone by the window of Gryffindor tower.
"I don't rightly know at this moment" Professor Dumbledore appeared to have recovered from his shock at what was happening within the boys dorm.
"Mr Thomas, Mr Finnigan, would you please see that Mr Weasley is taken to the hospital wing" Professor Dumbledore directing his voice at the two shocked looking students. Noting that neither student had moved, he moved to stand in front of Dean and Seamus "Mr Thomas, Mr Finnigan?"
"Sorry Professor, of course" both Dean and Seamus, looked at Ron lying in the widow bay of the tower, by the time that they had moved it was apparent the Madam Pomfrey was already taking action and was casting spells over the prone body of Ron.
"We need to move Mr Weasley to the hospital wing, he seems to have broken his arm and is currently suffering from concussion, as well as being unconscious" Madam Pomfrey stated in a very professional manner
"Mr Thomas, Mr Finnigan, Mr Longbottom, please go down to the common room" Professor McGonagall was quick to assess the situation and wanted to clear to room of the remaining students in what appeared to be a stressful situation. "I expect you all to keep your own council until either Professor Dumbledore or I have informed you otherwise, it that understood?" The boys understood, however it would not be easy as they could hear the other students coming to see what all the noise was about from the sixth form dorm.
Once the boys had left to go to the common room and Madam Pomfrey had left with Ron to go to the hospital wing, Professor McGonagall closed the dorm door, after telling the rest of the students to go down to the common room or to breakfast.
"Albus, what is happening?" Minerva asked quietly, walking closely to the bed that held Harry Potter
"I not to sure" Professor Dumbledore said, currently his was casting various spells over Harry, trying to determine was causing the purple nimbus of light that surrounded the young man. When he had finished he turned to Professor McGonagall "If I am not mistaken, it appears that Harry's connection to Voldemort is tying the two of them together, whatever Voldemort is currently doing is having this effect on Harry" Dumbledore paused in his commentary, the frown on his face deepening. "I believe that Harry is currently experiencing the effects of a magical infusion?"
"What can we do for the boy, Albus?"
Professor Dumbledore appeared to age to his considerable 150 years, "The shield that currently surrounds Harry will not allow me to move him, it appears to be impenetrable as all of my spells have no effect on either the shield or Harry"
At that moment Harry let out a small scream and trembled under the shield, his head thrashed from side to side, however to most frightening thing was his scar went from an angry pink to a glowing white. The magic emanating from Harry increased causing both Professors to take a few step backwards, each of them unconsciously throwing up a small shield as they went. The purple nimbus, surrounding Harry, started to fluctuate from purple to blue to purple to red and back again. The magical discharge coming from Harry kept increasing, the glowing nimbus increasing in its intensity and speed of changing colours, until only a near bright white light could be seen. Harry could barely be seen through this magical display of colours, although what could be seen was one of a boy trembling and floating just above his bed.
"What on earth are we going to do?... This could kill him, Albus" Professor McGonagall said, her lips pursed together so tightly in concentration and concern.
"You will have to inform the rest of the Gryffindors that Harry is currently unwell and will not be able to moved". Dumbledore paused, he looked as if he were thinking "it might be useful to have some house elves set up the spare Head Boys rooms, as I have no idea how long this will last" he continued. Professor Dumbledore looked at the time, it was about half an hour since they had arrived and there was no change in what was happening to Harry.
Professor McGonagall moved towards the door, briefly turning around to see Dumbledore once again casting various spells over Harry, leaving the dormitory she quickly went down the stairs only to be faced with half of the Gryffindors talking in mumbled whispers. "Is there no need for breakfast this morning. I don't believe that lessons have been cancelled" She stated as she descended that remain steps. Quite a few of the Gryffindors left through the portrait hole, clutching their bags.
"Professor, what has happened to Harry?" The concern on Hermione's face evident "What happened to Ron?
Professor McGonagall looked at the various students, concern showing in their faces, their eyes wide. Once the rest of the students had left the tower she only faced two remaining students Hermione and Ginny Weasley "Miss Granger, I believe that Harry is suffering another attack from Voldemort, he will remain in his dormitory until further notice, Professor Dumbledore will remain with him until he regains consciousness". She paused for a moment, "Miss Weasley, before you ask, your brother was taken to the hospital wing, with Madam Pomfrey. I believe that he has a broken arm and concussion. If you wish you can visit him after lunch, I will give you a note to take to your class after lunch"
Both girls wanted to ask more questions but were cut off by Professor McGonagall, "I believe that you will both be late for breakfast, if anything transpires I will let you both know".
Meanwhile, Professor Dumbledore remained in the boys dormitory looking at Harry, the purple nimbus was beginning to fade and the alternating colours were beginning to slow down, however the magical discharge emanating from Harry remained high, vastly higher than he had encountered before. Puzzled by this, Dumbledore cast a few detection spells over Harry, his magical index was raising and did not appear to be slowing, only it was a steady increase. Harry had far more power than most adult witches and wizards and it did not appear to be stopping. A thought passed through Dumbledore's head, was this 'the power he knows not?'
After Professor McGonagall had made sure that no students were left in the common room and both Miss Granger and Miss Weasley had left, she returned to the boys dormitory. "Albus, is there any change?"
"No Minerva, there doesn't appear to be, although the shield around Harry remains as strong as ever, the pulsating energy has reduced somewhat, however his magical index continues to rise." Pausing again, Dumbledore tugged on his long white beard, searching for his next sentence, "Harry once again seems to be in the thick of things, we can only hope that the outcome will be a good one".
While all of this was happening, Harry was having a traumatic time, his head seemed to be splitting open and his body seemed to have a will of its own. Harry could feel the magic coming through the link from Voldemort and his own magic trying to compensate. His body felt as if it was on fire and his bones seemed to be breaking and re-making themselves again and again. He could feel his magical core expanding and contracting, getting larger and then shrinking back down, only not to its original size. His magical core was getting larger. Power seemed to flow through his veins pulsating at every heart beat, his body was trembling from the repeated fluctuations of power his own magic trying to compensate, trying to restrict the amount of magic being received through his link to Voldemort. Trying to keep conscious he could hear the worry in the voices of those in his dormitory, he could hear Dumbledore and McGonagall, he thought that he heard Neville, Seamus and Dean, but couldn't be sure. And what had happened to Ron?
Slowly Harry could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness and after the amount of pain that he was feeling he gladly let it take him.
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