The Nights Calling

Author note:

Warning I do not own harry potter and all rights to the intellectual property belong to the amazing and talented JK Rowling. I'm not sure what sort of warning I am going to need for this story, I haven't figured out how far I'll take things so read with caution if certain themes upset you or bring back traumatic memories (sorry sorry sorry if I trigger those things for you, keep ya self healthy and take proper care of your mind, so heed this warning). This May include mature content, violence, and swearing (I'm using those as blanket terms for many subjects like sexual content and death) so be warned! I feel I need to have a different kind of warning too for it's my first time writing fanfiction and I decided I had to start somewhere, no matter how painfully bad I know it's going to be. I'm probably going to go a little crazy with it and would like constructive criticism to improve my writing (better late than never). Ok last last warning I know this ship isn't the most logical and is seen as ridiculous but I currently feel more comfortable making made up characters as the perspectives because I don't feel skilled enough to do the canon ones justice plus this is going to be dumb fun for me and hopefully you (with some dark themes). Also I'd like to thank the reader for well… reading the story and I hope you will enjoy it. I am also going to be a tad realistic in some depictions and others not so much so I'm sorry if I depict something badly. This story is going to be a different timeline than the HP books but same world and characters/Ideas, because I honestly can't see how I can shove this story into the canon (I don't want to infuse my story into the books, I love them too much, just think of this story as a weird fan made alternate timeline or reality). Lastly I apologize if I get anything wrong, It's been awhile since I brushed up on my HP knowledge. Enjoy!

When someone thinks of time travel they apply an understanding of what people speculate about the subject and that understanding is only from what humans can comprehend of it. That like everything else, people only view it through what they can understand, we only have our experiences and thoughts so it makes sense we go through life seeing it only as a human can. That creates a problem when faced with concepts much more complicated than what a human can understand, like death, life, and the world around us. But what of time, some say it's a human construct and perhaps in the way we think of time, it is. But there is still something that is going forward pushing us to go onward and perhaps back, and what if it was all at once…

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Prologue

Hot Egyptian sand brushes against the scarf around my face, even in the ancient world I cannot participate in the beautiful cultures, the good or bad.

In fact, instead of blending in with an everyday outfit of the time I have to opt for a cocooned body in a white blob that feels like a sauna. I reason that I can't distract myself with such things, risking my safety and the timeline if I become careless. My only goal traipsing through time was to record magical knowledge throughout the ages, so much information lost to time. I just wanted to learn and know more and more, eventually pushing so far that I went to the past to recover what I could.

On a personal level I also wanted to experience the vast cultures (from afar) in the heyday of each civilization. I had gone through them all, saving Egypt for last.

Watching the scalding sun slowly dip below the horizon with deep purples and oranges trailing behind it felt like a sad end to what one could argue was the most thrilling experience in my life.

Watching the Taj Mahal being built, learning Aztec astronomy, the Mongols expansive empire (no matter how violent the takeover was), the silk road, and much much more of the ancient world that made this last sunset spent in this thrilling adventure make the thought of going back seem like quite the sour idea.

I had mulled over the idea of never going back for quite some time, but I knew I had to.

I had already known I would go back for a while now. I had ventured forward, pushing past my time but never passing 2033.

I feared to push further not knowing what would happen.

History I could prepare for and have an advantage of knowing what would happen and what to do but in the future there were too many variables and risks involved in what could happen that I lost the nerve to push any further than I had.

But what I did see in the future was enough motivation to go back.

At first I saw that I took up the idea of never returning, in fact I had erased all traces of my record and any memories related to me from those who would question my absence.

What had actually disturbed me and motivated my return was the dark lord that would scar the wizarding world and stir the political pot, ruining lives and entire families in the process.

I didn't intend to stop him, I knew he would rise to power no matter what I did. I only wanted to protect the two people whom I promised to return to after my trip and the only people I've become close with.

My cousin and good friend, Cyprus and only non related friend, Adira.

I know it was selfish to ignore the promise and stay but I had at least thought that they would be safe without me. I was thriving in the ancient world, satisfying the endless need I have for more excitement and knowledge.

But with the threat of a dark lord looming over that went out the window.

Their safety means quite a bit to me and they are expecting my return, so I'm left with little options.

I only told them that I went on a research based trip around the world, I did not tell them that it included through time. So unless I'd like to tell them about my escapades, I'll have to keep what I know to myself and work covertly.

So with the waves of heat that distorted the distance slowly disappearing and being replaced by cool night, I reach under my cloth wrap to take out a small ball of amalgamated gold and mercury wrapped around a clock like device (careful not to touch it with my bare hands).

Tiny rune carvings slowly click into place and with it memories of various spells used to keep it from being a blobby mess and the many nights of intense scribbling in my notebook trying to correctly calculate any possible problems that would arise with the spells that I wanted to integrate into the time traveling lump.

Unlike most of the wizarding community I used no mag concepts and research in my work, in most cases it created a form of magic that was outside the normal functions of magic, giving me opportunities not thought possible.

Quickly taking mental notes on everything I have on me currently, even when the only things I brought with me on this trip are still safely within me.

In my younger years I was extraordinarily paranoid that I would lose all my worldly possessions at any moment, I decided the best solution was to make my possessions materialize and dematerialize at will, a dead thestral and a whole lot of blood magic later that was exactly what I did.

It was like a marking one's very being to do what I wanted, but I still went through with it, for all the wrong reasons. In the end the things I made were my bag, unregistered wand, and book where I kept all my notes and knowledge accumulated over the years. My registered wand was bought in my first year at Ilvermorny and after reading how the first wands were made by the wizard or witch themselves, I knew I was going to do the same. Not liking the idea of being restrained by a government I couldn't trust tracking my wand,

though at school and public settings I still used the registered wand.

In the end these actions seemed to put more distance between myself and the people around me as it severely stained my magic with the best description of it being unnatural and distorted, if not properly restrained it would be obvious but even when I painstakingly attempted to hide it people still felt uneasy about me even if they didn't know why.

It was not the first or last time I have gone overboard, I think of myself as a hoarder for anything I can learn and power to me was an addictive concept that came with a black hole.

I would often lose touch with the world around me after throwing myself into a project all in the name of more and more. Now years later it's turned out for the best and feeds into my habit as I don't know how a registered wand of an underage witch through time would work out and a heavy load would be a pain.

Gathering my courage I look back at the contraption I now carefully hold and steel myself for the uncomfortable trip that is inevitably about to happen.

My hands start to shake thinking of how in less than a minute I'll be back in 1943, two months before school will start.

I knew I had to go back and watch over my friends, the two had been hooked into a stupid little club with Adira's horrid cousin and his equally horrid friend, the group was supposed to find "underground" societies and expose "wrongdoers", in my opinion (besides the fact that it's a child's idea and ridiculous waste of time) they still have yet to accomplish something. But the worst of many unfortunate things to do with the club is that the only progress they've ever made is that they've heard of a rumor that there's a nefarious group in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Now I'm not sure how they found out about it but I knew I was going to interfere, stopping them from actually arising any suspicion with a certain knights of Walpurgis.

The tough part was I had graduated from Ilvermorny early at the end of fourth year (to enact my time traveling plan) I had perfect scores after spending all my free time studying, trying to convince the school to let me graduate early.

So I can't claim I'd like to improve my academic record when questioned on why I would like to attend Hogwarts. I only had a shaky plan to say I wanted to attend another school as a learning experience and to "connect" with my peers.

After giving up on my procrastination I exhale in a terrible attempt to calm myself. Slowly I pull my wand and with black gas like tendrils clumping together then fading off my wand to leave a 16 and ½ inch wand with black vine like strands at the grip of the wand forming into a smooth long point that fades from black to a grey purple to a clear white, the thinner it got the lighter and more transparent it became and at the very end of the grip a marble like stone sat with swirling blueish grey sloshing about like glowing waves.

All of my most prized items had a strong physical correlation to one another, an odd but satisfying thing.

I quietly whisper domus innovo to my little time traveling ball and with that I cannot go back as everything becomes grainy, I felt the familiar feeling of passing out and then cold darkness followed.