A vicious beam of light sprung from Harry's wand, the beam shattering through his opponents weak shield and striking him in the chest. Voldemort let a muffled oath slip through his thin, snakelike lips as the curse caused his right shoulder, clavicle and scapular to splinter into a million pieces, rendering his wand-arm useless. The serpentine man switched his wand to his slightly weaker left arm, throwing up a shield just in time to block Harry's next spell. With weakening magical reserves and numerous injuries, Voldemort knew he would not be victorious if he continued on his current route, and so he started implementing Plan B. With half his mind on maintaining a shield best he could, he used his dwindling reserve of magic to cast a rare spell that he had never seen cast, but had read about while a spirit in Albania. Unlike most spells, it did not require what was considered 'taught' magic, but an innate command of magic that Voldemort only just possessed.
Gripping his wand tightly, Voldemort began the chant that had to be repeated three times for a successful casting. "Magia audi me, convertam tempus. Viginti anni, tempus eget turpis. Averte tempus, donc fiat, fiat." Harry, recognising the Latin words, knew that the spell could not be interrupted now that Voldemort had started chanting, and instead set about for following his enemy. Sorting through his Occulmised brain, Harry found his mind-link with his sister, sending a quick message that she needed to find him instantly. Sensing her confirmation, Harry cut the link once more so he could concentrate on another mind like, this one running to the sentient magic of Hogwarts. Numbly, Harry ask the castle for its help, knowing full well that he could simply command it to do as he said but preferring to have the school on amiable terms. Luckily, the castle was quite enamoured with him, and the agreement was instantaneous.
Zoning on his opponent, Harry listened as Voldemort repeated the chant once more. "Magia audi me, convertam tempus. Viginti anni, tempus eget turpis. Averte tempus, donc fiat, fiat." Knowing that in mere moments he could complete the ritual and disappear into the past, Harry surveyed the Quidditch pitch for his sister's curly-haired head, sighing in relief when he saw he a mere meter or two away. As she reached his side, Voldemort complete the spell; "Magia audi me, convertam tempus. Viginti anni, tempus eget turpis. Averte tempus, donc fiat, fiat." As unadulterated magic swirled around him, the snake-faced villain uttered a chilling laugh, smirking at Harry. "Not so clever now, are you boy? If I cant kill you, I will simply kill your parents before you were even born. Forget the Boy-Who-Lived, you wont even exist." Cackling madly, Voldemort vanished in a cloud of magic, leaving Harry and Hermione holding hands in the middle of a battle ground. A few moments later, Hogwarts' magic latched onto the pair, dragging them along with their mortal opponents through time. Members of the light and dark side alike could only stop and stare for a few moments as their respective leaders disappeared, returning twenty years into the past.
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James Potter soared victoriously thought the clouds, cheering along with his team and house mates as he shook the recently-caught snitch above his head. Zooming over the crowds, his eyes connected with Lily Evans. His joy dissipated slightly as, instead of jumping up and down and cheering like the Griffindor next to her, Lily simply shook her head, clenching a book to her chest. So involved in his thoughts of the green-eyed Griffindor, James missed the sudden appearance of a pale, nose-less man on the Quidditch pitch, followed a few seconds later by two blood-splattered teens. However, not even he could fail to notice the alarmingly bright green light that shot towards him, the death-spell missing by less than a meter. Screaming ensued as students from all four housed attempted to flee the pitch, but James found himself frozen in shock.
Luckily for him, the black haired man intercepted before a second curse could follow. "RIDDLE" the youth shouted, "this has gone on for to long." Without uttering a word, the man sent curse after curse at the reptilian man striking him more than 50% of the time. The other man - Riddle - sent back curses best he could but with limited success. While her partner fought, the brunette girl ran towards the stands, looking for someone in particular. Clearly spotting her goal, the woman aimed for the Griffindor section and, with surprising speed, made her way towards Lily Evans. Latching on to the red-heads arm, the new woman dragged her from the stands before raising her wand and pointing it towards James. He flinched, expecting another curse, but the brunette cast an accio instead, sending James flying towards her. Gruffly, she tugged him off his broom, muttering "We are here to help, just stick with me."
James snorted – he was hardly about to stay with a lunatic woman who appeared out of nowhere, covered in blood, with a man who knew some incredibly dangerous magic. The moment her back was turned, James took off, sprinting towards the castle. At this, the woman let out a vicious oath, raising her wand to call him back. The dark haired man, hearing his partners curse, glanced at her for a few moments, and this was all the opportunity his opponent needed. Raising his gnarled wand, the serpentine man sent one last curse shooting not at the dark-haired man but at James, before taking the few steps needed to leave Hogwarts grounds and apparated away. James flinched as the spell shot towards him and was shocked when no contact was made. Opening his eyes, the Griffindor saw the dark-haired man lowering his partner to the ground, trying desperately to staunch the flow of blood from her chest. The spell, venenato laminis, was incredibly dark and would send poisoned blades flying at ones opponent. Its darkness was due to the fact that the poison was considered deadly.
James could not help but feel guilty – his unnecessary attempt at escape had cause this; had given the snakey man enough time to send a curse at him that a complete stranger had intercepted, saving his life. With the whole school watching, the blood-covered man clenched the blade in his hand, yanking it from the woman's chest. The women twitched, blood spilling from her lips. "Come on 'Mione, you cant do this to me." Reaching towards his belt, the dark-haired man pulled out a vial of something cloudy and a muggle syringe. Quickly filling the syringe with the liquid, the man plunged it into her thigh, depressing the needle so that the liquid would enter her blood stream. It was for nought – a few more shaky breaths passed before the woman's movements ceased, her heart stopping before the liquid could dissipate. "Nooo..." moaned the unknown man, moving in a state of frenzy.
Quickly he placed his hands on her chest, pumping it four times evenly before pinching her nose and breathing into her open mouth. "If I can just get the tears to dissipate..." he paused to breathe for her once more before he resumed pumping her chest. "... she'll be fine." he complete the cycle once more before Lily approached him. "Let me help." she murmured, taking his place at the girls head and breathing after every four beats. The pair complete the cycle twice more before the liquid – tears, the man had called them – reached her heart, starting it beating once more. After a few moments, a gasping breath shuddered through her lips, coughing blood from her lungs. The man let out a shaky, celebratory laugh, clutching the woman's hand in his as her looked at Lily, sincerely thanking her. A few moments later, the wound healed itself, and the woman sat up with a groan. "Shit, Harry," she laughed, "this is the last one of your 'adventures' I agree to." The dark-haired man – Harry - laughed too, embracing the woman for a moment or two before standing up and looking around.
Surveying the grounds, he seemed unsurprised to see that the whole school was watching him, instead simply turning to Professor McGonagall. "Minerva," he said jovially, nodding his head. "Is Albus here?" For a moment the Professor simply stuttered, shocked at he strangers casual address. "The headmaster is not here at the moment. Who, may I ask, are you?" The man grinned at her before raising his wand. At once, the entire staff responded, training their respective wands on him. Shaking his head, her proceeded to cast a spell anyway, silently summoning his Patronus. A dementor-shaped bundle of magic appeared, which the man spoke to. "Go find Albus. Tell him that he needs to meet me in the Hospital wing, ASAP." With that the dementor Patronus zoomed away and the man turned to where his partner still sat on the Quidditch Pitch. Reaching out one hand, he helped her to stand and the caught her as her legs failed beneath her. In a practised motion that spoke of inner strength and hidden muscles, he swung her up into his arms, walking off towards the castle. Halfway there he turned back to McGonagall. "Well, are you coming?"
With a sigh, the Professor gave up and simply followed the strange, dangerous young man carrying a beautiful young woman.
A.N. I am warning all reader now, as anyone who has read any of my other stories will know, I am truly awful at updating regularly. That being said, I am currently on March Break and I have a pretty relaxed school year from now until end-of-year exams. So, I promise to do better with updating this story than I have others.
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