The Lost, The Damned and The Potters

Chapter 1

Harry shivered as a blast of cold air swept through the now empty Chamber of Secrets; he spun around to look down the entrance tunnel and heard faint footsteps echoing through the tunnels.

"Damn, they were quick," Harry muttered as he turned back to the small stepped platform he'd built, and the final preparations for his trip through time.

If there was even the slightest miscalculation… the smallest misalignment, he'd be trapped in crystal for a period up to the length of time he travelled.

He had to do this quickly and carefully, otherwise…

He'd found an old ritual used to travel through time, but it required an anchor point to work, usually a blood relative.

The ritual had fallen out of use after the collapse of the Western Roman Empire as the overuse of this ritual to constantly change the past, present and future for the ruling families in Rome had left them unconcerned about outside threats, a false sense of security born of the arrogant belief that they could just turn back time and change the past. They failed.

Harry was planning to use the ritual to open a portal into the timestream and save his parents, contrary to what his girlfriend and godwolf believed he didn't intend to change the overall outcome of that night, no too much relied on that curse backfiring, but he'd found out that his parent's bodies were never recovered, they were listed as missing – presumed dead for three years before the Ministry declared them deceased.

He was planning to arrange for them to be sent forward through time using the killing curse as an activation key and power source, a time turner could go further than 24 hours but needed to be powered by a greater level of energy than kinetic motion alone allowed.

Two nights ago they'd used a time turner Hermione was issued at the start of the school year to save his godfather Sirius Black.

He 'borrowed' it last night and made two copies from brass and used a small quantity of time sand to make them work.

The two copies were one use items, they were calibrated to send his parents twelve years into the future and act as a magnet for a killing curse sent within six feet of it, which would then trip the turner and send his parents into the future.

He also programmed a portkey that would bring them to the Chamber after they arrived in this time.

Harry just finished placing the last rune when there was a loud bang on the great iron door of the Chamber's entrance way, he distinctly heard his girlfriend Serina shout his name before his godwolf joined.

Harry stepped back and secured the two copied turners before starting the ritual.

There wasn't really a conventional chant, just activation phrases uttered in sequence as power was directed to the corresponding runes, for one of the most powerful and dangerous rituals in the history of wizardkind it was insanely simple.

The iron door of the Chamber opened and the clatter of heeled shoes echoed across the ancient stones as Harry spoke the penultimate phrase and the raw hexagonal portal formed between the two upright supports.

"Harry!" a girl screamed.

Harry didn't look away from the swirling vortex, "Godric's Hollow, October 31st, 1981 Anno Domino," he said as the last rune activated, bringing a noticeable change to the portal, the edges sharpened and the vortex became more defined, almost like the walls of a tunnel.

"Harry!" Serina screamed again, "No! Let Me GO! Harry, Please don't do this… HARRY!" the black haired girl slumped into her uncle Remus Lupin's arms as Harry stepped into the portal, taking one last look back, before stepping further into the portal and into the past.

"Harry," she said quietly as she broke down and cried into Remus' shoulder.

The vortex swirled around him for what felt like an eternity until it broke open to reveal the town square in Godric's Hollow.

Harry looked around but was greeted by a disorienting distortion of his vision, his sight was largely black and white with only hints of colour, there was a blurring caused whenever he moved which affected everything from his arm to the old War Memorial, everything seemed coated in fine dust or smoke that contributed to the blurring and seemed to blow off everything in great waves or sheets, finally it sounded like there was a constant gale which was causing the smoke or dust to be blown away.

He noticed that the wind direction never changed and concluded that while he was in the past he was still immersed in the time stream.

'Good, that should help me', Harry thought as he started off towards his old home.

It was very different than he remembered, the paint was fresh, the roof was whole, there was no smell of wood smoke, the door was whole and the inhabitants were very much alive.

Harry stepped up to the door and looked inside through the living room window to the shock of his life, his parents were shadows.

"Of course, the Fidelius," Harry muttered as he walked around to the back, he could only see his parents because of their imprints on the time stream, the only person he would be able to see clearly would be his younger self and Voldemort.

Harry reached the back door to find that it was heavily warded but like Malfoy Manor's gatehouse not warded to prevent someone picking the lock.

It took several minutes but he managed it thanks to a lockpick he'd rescued from Filch's office just in case.

He slipped inside but his entrance was noticed.

"James, did you leave the back door open?" a familiar woman's voice asked.

Harry's eyes widened and he shot to the far side of the kitchen as a very pretty woman with long wavy dark red hair stepped into the kitchen wearing a blue jumper and jeans.

"No," a man answered, slightly panicked.

The woman hurried to the door and shut the door, casting several spells, but relaxing when the charms revealed nothing too alarming.

"The door wasn't locked," she said, locking the door and this time charming it so picking the lock wouldn't work.

'Bugger' Harry thought as his mother turned around with her wand out presumably to do the same to the front door.

He is breath caught in his chest as she stopped and whirled around, staring directly at him.

He backed into a kitchen unit as she advanced on him, her left hand outstretched and her right holding her wand steady. She was a foot from him when she threw her hand forwards.

Agony, pure undiluted agony.

To Harry it felt like his soul was being torn in two, a horrific cold spread from where her hand passed through and into his chest and it started to radiate outwards, he could feel it creeping through the veins in his neck and through his abdomen and into his crotch when his mother withdrew her hand with a puzzled expression.

Harry remained frozen for over a minute, only watching as his mother looked at him confused before putting her wand away and heading into the next room.

Harry remained where he was for a few seconds after he heard his mother start talking to his father before collapsing in a heap, clutching his chest.

He didn't know how long he lay there until the pain faded, but it was dark by the time he was able to move.

He looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was half past nine, "Two hours 'til Tom shows" Harry mumbled as he rose, noting that his father was sitting in an armchair reading a book as he left the kitchen and entered the living room.

Harry stared for a moment, thinking it was very odd that his father was reading a book, according to Remus his father acted like he was allergic to reading at school.

He stepped up behind with his wand drawn, watching as he stopped reading and looked up as the dust trails from their bodies intertwined.

Harry drew in a breath; he only had one shot at this, "Confundus".

James's hazel eyes became unfocused for a moment, which was all the time Harry needed to remove one of his turner copies, prime it and slip it over his father's head and stuff it and it's chain out of sight under the collar of his shirt and into his jumper, finally adding a localised 'Confundus' and 'Notice-Me-Not' charm. As he stepped away he fired a 'Finite' that cancelled the charm on his father.

Harry then hurried upstairs and waited just outside the nursery; he waited until Lily opened the door and fired another 'Confundus' at her from point-blank range. Just like James her eyes lost focus and was oblivious as Harry slipped the second modified turner around her neck, primed it and hid it down the front of her jumper with a 'Confundus' and Notice-Me-Not charm.

He then stepped away, in fact he was halfway down the stairs when he cancelled the 'Confundus' on his mother and decided to wait in the spare room by the door.

The vortex would reactivate in the town square at midnight, he had to be back or he'd drop out of the time stream and be stranded here.

He got a break when his father went to check the ward stones in the garden and left the door open.

Harry dashed outside and vaulted the fence before James could see him, climbed a brick wall and ducked behind the trees in the small orchard across the road.

He couldn't hear James moving so Harry knew that his father was watching for him but after several minutes his father moved off back into the garden and ten minutes later he heard his father step back inside and shut the door.

Harry let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding and left his spot in the trees, following the brick wall until he felt he was a safe distance from the house to jump over.

He then made the long walk back to the Town square, where he sank onto a bench opposite the War Memorial and waited, praying that this worked.

It quickly became the darkest hours of his young life, the hour and a half before Voldemort arrived was saturated in fear, and then… HE came.

He actually saw Voldemort apparate into the square less than thirty feet from him. Harry had already decided that he wouldn't directly intervene, that way if his modified turners failed he wouldn't drastically change history, but he was definitely fighting back the urge to run and fight Voldemort in defence of his family.

But after that, came something far worse.

The sleepy village was so silent and still Harry heard everything that happened as if it was happening on the other side of the square.

Every curse, every swear word, the thud and the heavy silence, and then the familiar pleading screams, another thud, silence once more, a muttering and then that curse followed by the rumbling boom.

Harry held his head in his hands and cried freely, completely missing both Hagrid and Sirius pass him both times, oblivious to the world until he looked up as the portal opened.

He heavily got to his feet and stepped into the portal, but as he did his body was racked by pain.

That terrible icy feeling spread through his body, as fast and as far as it did when his mother touched him, and then it was gone.

He fell to his knees inside the portal, gasping for breath as his body ached harshly as the feeling receded, he twisted on his knees slightly coming to rest with his back against one of the supports he used for the portal.

That was when everything came crashing down on him, seeing his parents alive, cursing them, and then the attack.

He could only sit there facing the other support as the tears fell in streams.

"Harry!"

He looked around to find several people around the stepped platform, most of whom were crouched or standing around two bodies several feet from the platform.

Serina ran up the steps, her eyes red, at first looking furious but her anger faded into worry as she saw him.

Harry couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye; instead he lowered his head into his hands and cried, barely feeling Serina wrap her arms around as she knelt beside him.

He lost track of time as he sat there, crying in his girlfriend's embrace, eventually darkness filled his vision and his sobs came to an end as sleep claimed him.