Diclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: I am editing this so the stories are chaptered better. Nothing has changed other than that.
A ragged looking man with sunken green eyes swept through the ruins of Hogwarts. He ran quickly, but not on the ground. Harry James Potter raced along, several inches above the rubble. His black cloak swirled around him as he spun to face his adversity.
Tom Marvolo Riddle had chosen not to even move his legs. His cloak trailing behind him, he flew in an arc behind Harry. When he landed, he spotted a jet of green light headed his way. Years ago, that curse had been his most powerful weapon. Now, Voldemort muttered the highly specific counter-curse, and the green light dissipated. He waved his wand in several complex motions, muttering a curse which he sent at Harry. The curse was dodged, and another was sent back.
After a fifteen minute exchange of some of the most powerful ways to kill a man, Harry saw that dueling such as this had no end. Innovation was required here. Harry began to animate the rubble in addition to sending curses. Voldemort raised a shield to protect himself against physical objects, and Harry broke it. He conjured a dragon, which Voldemort banished, but the rocks began to pummel Voldemort. Tom blasted all of the rocks, and Harry surprised him. Instead of avoiding all the shrapnel, Harry cast a killing curse. Riddle rolled out of the way, springing to his feet.
As Riddle stood, Harry launched the final curse. A jet of golden light rocketed toward Voldemort. Tom conjured a magical shield, and Harry triggered the second part of the curse. The jet of light turned into a giant metal spear directly before it hit the shield. Riddle cast the killing curse at Harry, thinking his shield would save him. Too late, he remembered the ramifications of the second part of the Spear of Light. It needs a physical shield. The metal lance struck him full in the chest. His wand flew from his hand. Harry Potter apparated next to the dying dark lord.
Bleeding from the shrapnel, Harry grinned. "Tom, I won't finish you off. Don't worry. You see, I need you. I am a force of the Light, and there is no way for a force of one side to go back in time. You, however, are a force of Dark. Do you see where this is going?"
Lord Voldemort did indeed. He knew of the ancient magic. His eyes widened, and he struggled to end his life. It was of no avail. Harry muttered the spell, and Voldemort felt a rush like a Portkey.
Harry looked around. He and Lord Voldemort were in a secluded cave, somewhere in British mountains. Tom gurgled. Harry leaned closer. Tom gloated in his ear. "You forgot the second part. When the Light One dies, so does the Dark One." He smiled, "And vice versa." Harry swore. He had forgotten. Luckily, he knew the remedy to this particular problem.
Harry Potter had been locked in his room for quite some time. He was sore and starved. So when he felt a jerk behind his navel, he assumed he had finally died.
Immediately, Harry was staring face to face with another man. This man also had green eyes, and Harry glanced up. A lightning bolt shaped scar showed true on the man's forehead. "Who are you?" yelped Harry. The other man grinned. "Hello, Harry. My name is Harry Potter. I am here to make you an offer." The younger Harry tried to run, but found he could not. The older Harry frowned, and healed all of the younger boy's injuries from the Dursleys.
"Harry. Have you done your first year of school yet?" The younger Harry nodded. The older Harry frowned. "I thought so. I meant to go back farther, but this may be best. Harry, your life now is as good as it is going to get. You will make new friends, and learn new things, but he…" Harry said, indicating Voldemort. Harry the younger gasped. "… will kill them all. If you take my hand, we will join. Our friends will have a chance. But you may never be the same again." The older Harry extended his right hand.
"For our friends…" he whispered, expecting rejection. The younger Harry grasped his hand. "For our friends." Harry whispered back.
Tom Marvolo Riddle perished when the older Harry collapsed. But the younger Harry was different now. He had the mind, the skills, and the magic of the older Harry. He knew the ancient magic which had sent them back in time, he knew how the transfers worked, he knew he would love Ginny. Yet, most of all, he knew the horrors that lay in store for him.
Harry slid into Privet Drive, number four. Sliding was like apparating, except it could only be protected against by different wards. Wards which no where had. It was silent, and immediately moved a wizard or witch from one place to another. When Harry appeared in his room, he heard voices.
"Are you sure this is his window, Ron?" asked Fred.
"Yeah—" started George, but Harry cut them off.
"Hey guys! Be quiet out there. All my stuff is downstairs, so the twins will need to get that. Anyway, let's get out of here."
Ron and the twins climbed into his room. "Hey Harry," said Ron. "I didn't reply to your mail cause there was a house elf taking it all." Harry said. "Sorry." he added as an afterthought. Ron stared at Harry a bit speechlessly. Harry realized he had unconsciously been using Legilimency on his friend, and had replied to a comment not even spoken. When the twins left to go get Harry's stuff, Harry spoke to Ron. "Hey Ron, look." He started. "Something happened not even an hour ago. I need to talk to you, your parents, Dumbledore, Hermione, Remus and Siri… uh, that's all." Ron stared at him blankly. "Remus?" he questioned. "Uh, never mind, just the ones before that." Harry said, mentally cursing himself for the slip up before Ron knew. Even after he told most people, some people still could not know. The ministry, for instance.
The twins arrived back with Harry's stuff, and he immediately retrieved his wand. It was less worn then he remembered, and he wouldn't need it for any spells he would be casting until Voldemort returned, but it felt good to know that he was now able to cast his strongest spells.
As soon as the others weren't looking, he used a form of banishing charm on his wand. Now, with another wordless and wandless spell, he could call it to his hand at any moment. Harry got into the flying muggle car, and Fred and George started it up. On the way back home, they talked about many different things, few of which had any importance.
As soon as they got home, Molly laid into the three Weasleys. Harry wanted to ask her to stop, but knew he couldn't. He settled for asking Arthur to call a meeting. He asked for the entire Weasley family, as well as Hermione and Dumbledore.. When Arthur had questioned Harry, he had explained that it was very important, and had to do with Voldemort. That got Arthur moving. The meeting was soon scheduled for 11 am the next day. After that, Harry went upstairs, and quickly fell asleep.