Harry – Lockhart
PROLOGUE
Another Time travel story where in Harry Potter travels back in time to his younger days, but, with a twist. Death, by its cunning nature proposes to send his master back in time so that he can avoid all the deaths against his position as the master of death, which by his nature, Harry accepts readily. Death sends the soul, magic and memories of Harry to the time to be imprinted upon the second year Harry. But we all his MIGHTY luck, gets imprinted upon the least person one can expect, GILDREOY LOCKHART. This produces a new person altogether, a person with the memories, strengths of Harry Potter and the slime of a git, Lockhart.
He has accomplished it, the mighty task of killing the monstrosity known as Lord Voldemort. In the final battle at what is left of the Ministry of Magic building he had taken him head-on, like in many battles he fought but this time with a success. He had finally eliminated the abomination from the face of Earth. It has been few days since the victory of his over evil happened, but to what use one cannot contemplate. With the entire number of people in the whole wide world can be listed on single sheet of parchment, with what little of life left in the once flourishing lands of the world and people, goblins, elfs and every other magical being thrown all around the world lifeless, the battle was unworthy. There was no victory over good on evil for all good on earth has been removed.
It all began when Ron stupid Weasley has blurted to his brother Bill at the Grignotts. His brother had taken him in and misunderstanding his laziness as guilt, took him to work with him and tried to console the idiot at his lunch, the favourite thing of Ron. When Bill tried to persuade him in what he thought as 'letting out his guilt', Ron in his anger shouted the details of the secret mission, at the lunch table of Grignotts where it is conveniently overheard by the ministry employees, aka Death Eaters. Since then what they expected a downfall turned into being cast into an abyss with magical and muggle world suffering alike. It had taken Seven years to destroy the Horcruxes with friends and allies dying on his side while he went on a rampage to kill the followers of the dark. Voldemort cared not for his followers as he considered as long as his Horcruxes are safe, he is infallible. But with tremendous determination and tenacity, Harry fought with revenge, trying to avenge every single soul of light that fell to darkness. He became the Master of Death reluctantly at the end and used Death's help in locating the final piece of Tom's soul and in a gruesome battle, had killed him with the sword of Gryffindor.
Death has enjoyed the feast provided by the battle. Never was such a destruction of life contemplated but nonetheless it happened. It gladly helped Harry Potter to achieve his victory to gain the long awaited soul of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Why would it not, both the boy and his nemesis had provided him with plenty of souls to devour. It has gained so much, but lost his freedom to one Harry Potter. The aspect of losing himself over his greed of souls is still a thorn in his wonderful arse, but it was worthy. Now all he has to do is trick this young man into losing his mastery over death and take his wailing soul as well. This Harry potter is a master of many arts, but no one can be more cunning than death himself, it is one among his numerous favourable traits he has. So he presented himself in all lordly fashion before the wailing young soul, so lost in his thoughts of self-bashing to trick him into submitting his authority over death. After what seemed to be a little discussion, the death presented him a plan, "You could avoid all this destruction if only you had known how it is going to be, had the knowledge and power you have mastered on the run obtained peacefully, you would have been a lord among them for all the traits you have got. You could be a flourishing king of the world!" Death proclaimed.
Harry laughing at its antics replied, "If that is possible, that is to go back in time for such a long period, I would kill that bastard instantly for one single smile on any face I have known or not known. I don't want to lord over the people, I just want them living and going on with their lives."
"Ah, such nobility, you make me proud, young master. You may not consider it, but you are my lord and I don't prefer my lord to be, , mopping on the floor and locking himself in his self-constructed prison of desolation." Death said in a mock gesture.
Harry chuckled weakly at its antics. "You use words differently, my only and constant companion, you using superfluous words and regular slang in the same sentence."
"Forgive me my lord, but I change with times, get more innovative in my ways and this is one such thing." Death replied. "But if my lord may heed, I have one proposal for averting this kind of destruction."
"I am listening," Harry said attentively.
"I can send your soul together with your core and knowledge, but not your body to sometime in past where you have to imprint yourself on a younger version of yourself thereby giving your younger version the right amount of knowledge and power and you can achieve your destiny without much effort." Death explained his plan.
"Whats in it for you?" Harry asked, knowing in full death doesn't like to make deals.
"My master, you are very clever for your age, but that can be expected from what you have survived through. I like to have a regular and timely supply of those few souls where I can guide them into their next great adventure, but all this destruction left me jobless. I am no demon master, I am just an entity like life itself, a course of action that has to take place after a certain amount of time. I enrich the living, prompting them to see how valuable life they have got. I am an entity like all elements, but beyond them for I have a power over them too. One day, I will take them all with me too but that day is nowhere nearer." Death said.
"I take it." Harry readily replied.
"You have not heard the entire deal master. When what you have accepted is done, you will no longer be my master but any other mortal." Death said gravely.
"You don't understand me, do you? I don't care for immortality or riches. I care only for what I can bring back. I am accepting you deal death." Harry proclaimed.
"Very well Master." Death silently chuckled. "I will send you back in time with the power I possess for once to a time where your current self is most compatible. But be warned my master, You get imprinted upon by the first body you meet and the fusion of your current self with the old self will mark a radical change in your personality."
"Are you done yet? I am willing to take anything you throw to undo the damage. I have undergone lot of pain, inner turmoil ever since I was a kid and I can surely bear upon whatever implications this might cause. Even if it death, I gladly accept because I cannot exist with the guilt of "if only I had accepted it" Do it now Death." Harry yelled out to his servant.
"As you wish my lord." Death smiled at Harry Potter who smiled back in return. Very few have the courage to smile at death and his master is one. 'Though I like him, I cannot allow him to be my master.' Death thought and with a long and steady incantation, burned the body of his master liberating his soul and with a powerful push of his, forced the soul back in time.
It was a terrible day to Harry Potter. First he got lost in some alley only to be brought back by Hagrid and now he has to pose for a picture along with this overly smiling new Defence against Dark arts teacher for Daily Profit. It was then something happened, during the nanoseconds of the old camera flash something powerful seemed to be coming to him. Harry, with al his reflexes turned back, but with the bear like hold of Lockhart, he could only drag the professor into the incoming barrage path. It happened then, before the camera flash could vanish, Something beyond words or explanations hit with full force on Gilderoy Lockhart and he slipped unconscious.
There was utter chaos in the crowd when their favourite author and the person with most charming smile had dropped unconscious over the boy who lived. Molly Weasley immediately dragged young Harry Potter from beneath the heap called Gilderoy Lockhart and looked in horror at her favourite author collapsed on floor. The management of Flourish and Blotts immediately respomded and transferred the wizard to Saint Mungos. But in the commotion it has caused, everbody failed to notice a hand slipping a book into the cauldron of Young Miss Weasley. It took half an hour to dissuade the crowd at Saint Mungos where the expert healers tried to bring back Lockhart. During that time, Draco Malfoy announced it could be Harry who struck the eminent author with some dark spell to cause this and that warranted a fight between the Weasleys and the Malfoys which ended in Arthur Punching the shit out of Lucius Malfoy.
The author with the most charming smile returned back to consciousness feeling lightheaded and with extreme fatigue. The Healers informed the gathering eagerly waiting for the news regarding their favourite author that it was a mere case of exhaustion and with good nutrition potions he would be fine soon. What everbody could hear was "WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED" from the chamber holding Gilderoy Lockhart.
