Summery: When Harry toggles with a time turner trying to go back four hours to stop Snape taking points off Gryffindor, he has no idea that one faulty Time Turner could send him somewhere completely different. To a place where Lily and James are still alive, Pettigrew was convicted, Sirius is a free man, Remus is no longer a werewolf, Harry has a little brother thought to be the Boy-Who-Lived, and worst of all, to Harry's shock, he's Voldemort's right hand man!

- that means check at bottom for notes about it.

Disclaimer: Oh common! A fourteen year old own Harry Potter?

Sorry's: Sorry again that my pc doesn't have spell check, I do my best, I even have a dictionary beside me!

Notes: About Unfogging The Future I havn't been able to update that as quickly as I have lost my HBP, so I've had to resort to borrowing my friends once a week until my lazy mother finds it for me (she had it last you see!)

Random Quote:

Every second of every day we spend, we have already done. Even going back in time will not change anything, for we have already been back in time in the future.

- By Me - never knew I could be so smart

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"Put your wand down and put your hands up in the air."

Harry turned round nervously. "Er hi?" he stammered nervously. Wouldn't you be nervous if you'd just found your self cornered by little less than 200 wands? Thought so.

To start our story from there would be an outrage; leaving you in the dark without any knowledge of what happened before out dear hero found himself being faced by dead men and wands. Yes, lets all get cosy and I'll take you back to 1996, Three-Twenty-Two pm.

Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One, The Hier of Slytherin, Gryffindork, The-Boy-Soon-To-Be-Dead (A popular favourite with the Death Eaters) The-One-To-Be-Whispered-At, The-One-With-Too-Many-Names, whatever you wanted to call him, was currently fiddling with a Time Turner he had picked up at the Deparment of Mysteries just two months ago. Just saying or hearing that name was like the Weasleys hearing the name Voldemort. He couldn't explain his outrage he felt with Snape that moment. One Hundered points off Gryffindor and two weeks detention just for letting some burning potion spill on Malfoy! Harry sighed, with this time turner the possibilities were endless. He could go back four hours ago and rid himself of Snapes detention. Or he could go back two months and stop Sirius falling through the Veil. He looked at the sand, sticking together in big clumps, it was just begging to be turned. With a small smile, he twisted the brass dial four times and was sent zooming , hopefully, back to Nine-Twenty-Two am.

As he felt the world rush behind him, Harry took a note of his surroundings as he speeded through. Gone were the red and gold colourings of the Gryffindor common room, in its place sat a smouldering pile of rubble. He gaped round in shock. Did the Time Turner not work? Had Snape gone on a rampage because Harry hadn't gone to his Detention? If Harry had to pick the most likely, he'd of said the Snape one if it wern't for one minor detail. Stuck to a large clump of rock was a calander. Stating one small piece of parchment was a notice.

By Decreation of the Royal Court of Voldemort

This room is a blatent disregard of the His most

Highestness and has been saw fit to be demolised.

If you wish to complain, please write your will before

hand.

Signed,

Most loyal to his Majesty,

Second in command

Harry James Potter-Riddle

Harry felt his blood run cold. He was working for Voldemort. It had to be a joke! He stumbled through the archway of what used to be the Fat Lady's portrait. As he sauntered along, the moving Portraits began to scream and whisper.

"HE'S HERE IN THE CASTLE!" screeched one hysterical one, "HARRY RIDDLE!"

Harry felt confused. Why would he take the name of a murdering traiter. He paused for a moment before carrying onto the Great Hall, ignoring the Portraits.

Hermione sighed as she looked at Ron currently looking dejected on the Ravenclaw table next to her. All the Gryffindors had been forced to join another house as it was to dangerous for them to remain in their own. She, like the others, remembered the raid .

It was a normal day. At least that was what Hermione thought as she sat studying in the Common Room. She had heard bangs below her, most likely the Gryffindors celebrating their win at Qudditch. She was proven wrong, however. As her Head of House, Professor Flitwick came stumbling in, face ashen.

"You are all to assemble in the Great Hall, now!" he said, his voice higher than usual.

She looked at the Gryffindors all nursing wounds, that looked like flames had licked at their bare fleash. Today was one to mark the history books for sure.

She looked at the doors and was shocked when they were flung open, baring a grinning Harry Potter-Riddle, wand in hand.

Back with Harry...

He pressed hard against the wooden archway and frowned. Damn Dumbledore, making them big and um...um...wooden. He took his wand out his back pocket, trying not to remember Moody's 'how not to loose a buttock' lecture. He calmly sent a stunning spell at them and grinned madly when they opened.

"Professor Dumbledo..." Harry trailed off when he noticed many terrified faces and the wands pointed directly at his heart.

"Erm nice day to threaten someone with a wand isn't it?" Harry finished lamely holding up his wand.

The staff took this as a signal and before he could blink he was disarmed and lying on the floor, currently blacking out.

Couple of Hours Later...

Harry awoke to a banging headache and a cramped cell. He noticed, as he gripped his forehead, there were two Aurors standing guard.

"What am I doing here!" exclaimed Harry, puzzled at why the staff of Hogwarts had just attacked him.

"What do you mean," Spat one, that looked remarkably like Neville.

"I mean what are the charges on me being here!"

"For murder and use of the Unforgivables."

Harry blanched, they hadn't found out about Bellatrix had they?

"I havn't cast any!" He cried furiously, but fell back under the two mens gazes, "Ok there was this teeny weeny one time."

They glared at him, disgusted faces.

"But she deserved it!"

That did it. The Neville like Auror pounced on him. "My wife deserved being driven to insanity and my little baby boy killed? Because if that's what you call deserving then you have a sick mind Potter!"

Harry let out a breath. Realizing this was Neville's dad. "I'm not talking about Alice I'm talking about Bellatrix, she -"

The second Auror chimed in now. "Don't even give excuses we know you work with her!"

Harry sat in bitter silence. Frank was now breathing hard and on the verge of tears.

"Take the rest of the afternoon off pal, I'll take it from here."

Frank nodded numbly and walked out, leaving Harry, and from his point of view, and a insane man with him.

One Hour Later...

Harry scraped his fingernails over the hard wall, counting the scratchs he had made in an hour. He noted with distain that he was in a holding cell, not unlike the ones in Azkaban, with the exception of Dementors guarding every door. Harry looked up, to his surprise(sp?) the Auror was sleeping. He rolled his eyes as he caught sight of a large ring of keys hanging from his belt. Reaching out, he grabbed them and began to turn them in and out of the key holes.

"Yes," Harry whispered as the door opened with a satisfing click.

With an extra burst of speed Harry urged himself to run for the double doors just in front his line view.

OutSide...

Harry breathed in and out as he inhaled the cool, crisp air. He walked slowly as he stepped through the snow that lay thickly on the ground. Suddenly, very suddenly, he heard a babies cry. Pricking up his ears, he walked towards the sound of the cry. The baby had a large gnash on his forehead. Harry felt pity for the small being and raised his wand, ready to heal the wound.

"Stop right there Riddle!"

Harry froze, he knew that voice. Sirius. He waited with baited breath until the same voice told him to turn around. And that is how Harry Potter, hero of the Wizarding world, found himself up against wands, the Minister and Albus Dumbledore.

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- In this world the Death Eaters are stupid and no one expects them to reach out for keys so convienantly placed in front of them. So imagine their shock when Harry does just that.

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