Disclaimer: I own HP (in my dreams).
A/N: Just my take on time-travel Haratrix, inspired by Harry De Vie.
Chapter One
Department Of Mysteries, Ministry Of Magic, London
"Sirius! NO!" Harry yelled.
And before anyone could react, he dived in after his Godfather, through the mysterious Veil.
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It was peaceful, he could stay here forever.
A whispery voice interrupted Harry's reverie. "It's not your time to cross."
Harry summoned the strength to retort, "Sirius' time hasn't come either."
"On the contrary, he fell when he was supposed to." came the reply.
"Bull-shit, I refuse to accept it."
The voice was silent for what felt like hours; Harry got the impression that whoever it was; was dissecting and examining him like a frog in a Biology lab.
"Hmm…. Very well, I shall release your Godfather's spirit. But you'll have to work for it."
"Work for it?"
"You have to send a soul where it belongs."
"You mean Voldemort? Send me back and I'll do it in a heartbeat."
"No."
"No?"
"Sending you back is out of the question. Your rash action has already destabilized that portion of the timeline. I'll have to send you some…when else."
"So I've to kill a younger Voldermort? Kill him when he's still Tom Riddle?"
"Not quite, it's still your fate to face Tom; you've already been marked, as it were, for that task. No, your task is to shepherd a lost soul back to it's rightful road, more than one in fact, but only one is of specific interest to us. And in doing so, you'll gain a chance to experience what has been so far denied to you."
"Who?"
"It'll be revealed in time."
"What the hell?" Harry was getting pissed, with all the talk of redemption and the half revelations, the mystery person sounded like he was related to Dumbledore, hell it could be Dumbledore, launching some great scheme for victory.
"You'll know enough, when required."
Yep, definitely Dumbledoreish.
"Now it's time for you to leave. But not before the changes."
"Changes?" Harry questioned nervously.
"Of course, you cannot go where you're going looking as you do. It'll raise too many questions."
"When exactly am I going?"
"There's no more time. Goodbye Harry Potter."
"Wait! Who are you?"
"Death!" the soft answer floated behind Harry as he fell into the darkness swirling around them.
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Canon Time-line:-June 18th 1996
Dumbledore watched as the memory of the prophecy sank back into the penseive. It seemed Tom would win; Harry hadn't died at his hand, but because of his Hand, Bellatrix Lestrange.
Dumbledore had arrived in time to see Harry disappear through the Veil. Tom had appeared soon after, to retrieve his Inner Circle, raging at the loss of the prophecy and the lost chance of exterminating Harry himself. He promised appropriate retribution on Lucius and Bellatrix before turning his attention to the surviving Order members.
Dumbledore had battled him, but had managed only to buy time for the others to retreat. Without Harry and the connection through his scar, Voldermort's control over his magic had seemingly increased. The old wizard had barely escaped himself.
Perhaps the connection acted as a drain on both Harry's and Tom's magic.
As the aged Headmaster mused over this thought, he looked at all the people gathered in his office, the Hogwarts faculty and the remnants of the Order Of The Phoenix.
"Albus, what are we to do?" asked a saddened and worried Minerva McGonagall. Her expression broadcast her emotions as clearly as Molly Weasley's heart wrenching sobs.
"Lock down the castle. Prepare for a la-" Dumbledore was interrupted by Sybil Trelawney who had spaced out five minutes into the meeting.
"All is not lost.
The Chosen One has gone,
To when it all began.
He shall right the scales,
And set straight stray paths.
All is not lost."
The entire proclamation was delivered in the same manner as the memory everyone in the room had just finished hearing.
It was then that Albus Dumbledore noticed the ripple progressing through the room, rendering whatever it passed through translucent and fading.
"Professor?" queried a physically and emotionally exhausted Remus Lupin from his seat at the Headmaster's right.
"It seems Harry shall come through for us yet." Albus Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling as the wave reached the two of them.
Within hours, there was nothing left, it had never happened.
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Alternate Time-line:-July 1st, 1968
Harry stumbled and fell onto the stone floor. He skidded across the floor before slamming into a pair of feet standing a few feet from the Veil's archway.
Harry stared into a pair of green eyes, slightly lighter than his own, set in what he assumed was a normally jovial face topped by a mess of brown hair. Said face was now wearing a surprised expression.
"Wha-"
"Where am I?" An 8-year old Harry Potter asked, dazedly.