AN- I promised i would post a chapter and here t is. Compare it to the original and tell me what you think. i thank all those who followed me from the old version and to all those who think i won't finish i can only say that i will finish this story whatever it takes. so leave a review and enjoy.

An eleven-year-old Harry Potter sat at the Ravenclaw table in the magical school of Hogwarts while the rest of Ravenclaw wore crests with a raven and purple trim. Harry wore a phoenix crest with white trim, which was the reason that many around him gave him odd looks. Ten minutes ago he had gotten the sorting hat placed upon his head only to be told in his mind that he was the fifth founder through and accident of time travel that should have happened when he was five years old. Through the memories that the sorting hat had given him at the other him's request he had been able to deduce that the other him had stopped himself from time travelling at a great personal risk to the life that he had strived so hard to build. Something went right for all though, as he, Harry, was here and his time twin had been able to live a happy life as the husband of Rowena Ravenclaw.

All this memory searching had taken him the total of three minutes so he was able to draw his mind back just in time to be able to hear the headmaster's speech

"Ahem — just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered.

I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden

To all pupils, and a few of our older students would do well to

Remember that as well. Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins that had introduced themselves on the train.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term.

Anyone interested in playing for his or her House teams should contact

Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

Some laughed at what the headmaster had said, others on the other hand, looked shocked that he would do such a thing. Only a small few were actually curious as to what was the reason for such a statement.

Harry didn't even have time to muse as Dumbledore spoke once again…"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" he cried. Harry couldn't help but notice that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed. Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words. "Everyone pick their favourite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

And the school bellowed:

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot."

Everybody finished the song at different times. Harry and the Weasley twins, by an unspoken agreement had decided to do a rendition as if they were lost lovers reunited. Somehow it had ended with them ending up in the middle of the hall in a three way hug, laughing their arses off. "Ah, music," Dumbledore said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we can do here! And now it is bedtime. Off you trot!"

Harry didn't even have time to wonder where he would go to sleep when the memories inside his head decided to play before his eyes and show him the route to a room. He followed it to find himself on the first floor and somewhere near the defence against the dark arts classroom. He looked to find himself in from of a tapestry of fire and water in the shape of a ying-yang symbol. On the dot of the side of water, Harry could see the initials HP. He touched them and the tapestry faded before his eyes revealing a passageway. The passageway was dark and filled with cobwebs, but the end could be nowhere near the same.

As Harry stepped inside, what he now assumed was his room; he saw the most elegant room he had seen in his life. The room was circular yet it was the size of four of the Dursley's sitting rooms. On the left side there was a cackling fire, two armchairs that Harry feared if he sat in he would disappear in all of the padding, in-between the two chairs was a mahogany coffee table with the carvings of phoenixes around the side and a silver (muggle) chess set on top.

On the right side there was three bookshelves filled to the brim with books of all sizes, a quick glance showed that some were even written by his time twin. There was also a mahogany desk with three secret compartments, a draw with replenishing parchment and another with silver quills. The carpet all around the room was black, yet it wasn't dark. In fact it somehow added to the light of the room. In the middle of the room was a crest that Harry presumed was the Potter's yet he couldn't read it due to a pedestal being in the way. Harry was somehow drawn to this pedestal, on it was a small book titled 'To Harry'. He opened the first page and read the introduction…

To my future yet younger self,

If you're reading this then everything has worked out and you have been able to stay in the future. Good because I spent allot of energy and went to a great risk to do it for you. Now, being the founder in all but blood (don't worry we're going to change that) you have been put into the fifth house. If so then all is going according to plan. The next stage should be that if you touch a single table in the great hall then you would receive a great headache. But it will be worth it when you suddenly discover that you have all my memories and knowledge of magic. CONGRATULATIONS you're now a master of runes and arithmancy. As shown by the tattoos on your arm, sadly the times have changed and so has magic therefore you will have to work for the masteries of anything else. This book will tell you my life. And also has a few surprises. In the morning turn to page three for my blood transfer. Myself Godric and Salazar became brothers in blood though a blood adoption. If you take our blood your will have the name of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Potter. You will also have Hufflepuff, which Helena was gracious enough to give you. Plus you will automatically be the head of all houses seeing as how you're technically a thousand years old. Also this book has a recorded data of all my abilities, which should transfer to you upon the taking of my blood. That's all for now Harry. I suggest you do the blood ritual now as it will knock you out for hours and if my timing is right it will be just in time for breakfast.

Ta -Ta for now,

Harry James Potter-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw

Harry flicked to the page that had the blood ritual on it; the page had instructions, and a symbol, which would summon him a dagger. The instructions basically said to slice your palm and pour the prepared blood onto the cut. He hoped his older self had enough sense to prepare it because the book didn't say how. Seeing as how he himself had written it he presumed he had prepared it. Harry quickly sliced his palm and poured the blood onto the wound. He watched it swirl and turn into a golden like colour before a sudden thought occurred to him, he was about to faint. His world went black soon after that thought…

Harry awoke to the feeling of what he assumed was being hit by a moving vehicle. He looked at his palm and found the wound gone. He glanced at the clock and found he had only half an hour left before he had to go to class…and he was HUNGRY.

If anybody had looked at Harry as he ran from class to class they wouldn't see him. All the would see would be a blur that displaced the air as it passed and yet the school still seemed to whisper about him, he wished they wouldn't but in all honesty he couldn't care what they did or said. It was his life and if they were too stupid to leave it alone and get their own then it was their loss.

Throughout the day Harry examined the classes and compared them to that of which he used to learn from and teach Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for to some degree it was different, but the only true change was the actual things they were learning about.

Easily the most boring class was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates. Harry thought this class was relatively easy as Binns's class schedule related around a thousand years ago, thus Harry not only was there. He lived it, so Harry helped himself to a nice nap.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. For the rest pf the class they took notes which, while different, where similar to that which he learned when his time twin was nine years old

Professor McGonagall was again different. Harry had been quite right to think she wasn't a teacher to cross. Strict and clever, she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class. "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. Harry had no difficulty performing the task and was one of the few who did it in the end. The others being Hermione Granger and Daphne Greengrass, Harry couldn't help but 'observe' Greengrass when her name was called out in praise. His conclusion was short and simple 'she's hot'.

The rest of the week passed slowly with no changes in classes' bar McGonagall making them turn beetles into buttons, and Flitwick changing from safety to theory on spell work. It was now Friday and Harry was standing outside the potions classroom, he was holding a note from Hagrid that read if he wanted to go for tea. He had replied yes of course and was rather looking forward to it.

Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name. "Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new — celebrity."

Nobody laughed bar Theodore Nott and Crabbe and Goyle. Draco Malfoy, the boy who had been nothing but rude to him so far remained strangely silent Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word — like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses . . .. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Harry stared into Snape's eyes until he suddenly called out and Harry jumped in surprise "Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added

Powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"Given what the two ingredients are I would assume some sort of sleeping draught." Harry answered back tonelessly causing most of the class to gape.

Either Snape wasn't expecting an answer or he wasn't satisfied with Harry being right because he asked another question, "Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

" A bezoar can be found in the stomach of a goat, sir." Harry answered again in the same monotone

Snape wasn't happy and he obviously wanted somebody to be wrong because he asked another question this time, to Ronald Weasley, "What is the difference, Weasley, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

For the first time Harry noticed a bushy haired girl who appeared to be trying to touch the ceiling. He didn't pay attention when Snape gave out to Weasley for not knowing the answer and told everybody to wrote it down.

Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fang. Harry had been paired with Draco Malfoy and the two began to work silently, neither saying a word unless to ask for assistance.

When Neville had blown up his cauldron Snape had rounded on Harry and had berated him saying he should look after his classmates. Harry had almost snapped and argued but Draco had grabbed his arm and told him it wasn't worth the end result. While shocked at the sudden turnabout Harry didn't argue. It appeared that made Snape even angrier.

When they left the classroom Harry grabbed Draco and threw him into a classroom. "Explain." Harry demanded as soon as he closed the door

Draco had no trouble deducing what Harry meant, " I had to keep up an image that my father believes is the proper way for a pure blood to behave. But now that we're at Hogwarts I couldn't give a damn what he thinks and nobody would dare tell him because they're too afraid of him."

Harry nodded and said, "Come with me to Hagrid's?" to which Draco nodded

Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest. A crossbow and a pair of galoshes were outside the front door. When Harry knocked they heard a frantic scrabbling from inside and several booming barks. Then Hagrid's voice rang out, saying, "Back, Fang — back." Hagrid's big, hairy face appeared in the crack as he pulled the door open. "Hang on," he said. "Back, Fang." He let them in, struggling to keep a hold on the collar of an enormous black boarhound. There was only one room inside. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling; a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it. "Make yerselves at home," said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and started licking his ears. Like Hagrid, Fang was clearly not as fierce as he looked.

"This is Draco," Harry told Hagrid, who was pouring boiling water into a teapot

"I know who 'e is 'arry. I can recognise a Malfoy a mile away." Hagrid said making no attempt to hide his glare at Draco.

"Manners Hagrid he is nothing like Lucius. I will vouch for him as Dumbledore did for you." Apparently this was the right thing to say as Hagrid became much more civil to Draco. Harry never noticed the gratitude in his new friends eyes.

The rock cakes were shapeless lumps with raisins that almost broke their teeth, but Harry and Draco pretended to be enjoying them as they told Hagrid all about their first lessons. Fang rested his head on Harry's knee and drooled all over his robes.

Harry and Ron were delighted to hear Hagrid call Filch "that old Git…An' as fer that cat, Mrs. Norris, I'd like ter introduce her to Fang sometime. D'yeh know, every time I go up ter the school she follows me everywhere? Can't get rid of her — Filch puts her up to it." Harry told Hagrid about Snape's lesson. Hagrid, like Ron, told Harry not to worry about it, that Snape liked hardly any of the students.

"But he seemed to really hate me."

"Rubbish!" said Hagrid. "Why should he?"

Yet Harry couldn't help thinking that Hagrid didn't quite meet his eyes when he said that Harry didn't dare use legillimency, as a giant's mind is violent even if Hagrid is as dangerous as a teddy bear.

"How's the ministry doin' lately?" Hagrid asked Draco in an obvious attempt to change the subject.

While Draco explained all about the latest news Harry only half listened. Too busy reading the daily prophet Hagrid had given him. He pieced together the break in and the day he had gone to Diagon Alley.

As Harry and Draco walked to the castle Harry wondered what would Dumbledore be hiding in the third floor that he thought was necessary to bring out of Gringotts and into a school.

Over the next six days Draco and Harry became closer and closer they both knew they were hiding something from each other but neither asked, instead they respected each other's privacy. On Thursday they had flying lessons and both Harry and Draco were looking forward to being in the air. Harry could fly without a broom but apparently that was a rare if impossible skill so he didn't dare use it in his first year. He already got enough glares from Granger because he surpassed her in knowledge. Harry didn't think it was that hard seeing as how the girl didn't have an ounce of knowledge in her brain that she could call her own. She just absorbed from a book and spat it out under the impression she actually learned something. And yet for some reason McGonagall favoured her most. Perhaps she really did value her little lions over the rest.

At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Draco, and the others hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.

Harry had heard Fred and George Weasley complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew Slightly to the left. Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, grey hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk. "Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up." Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles. "Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say up! "

"UP!" everyone shouted. Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, as did Draco's, but they were some of the few that did. Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Longbottom's hadn't moved at all. Weasley's had decided to whack him in the face to the enjoyment of Draco

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. "Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly.

On my whistle — three — two —" But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips. "Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle — twelve feet — twenty feet. Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom. Harry couldn't bear it and raised his wand, "arresto momentum." He cried to the shock of many, their shock increased when Neville slowed down and mid air and landed on the ground with a soft thump.

Harry walked over to the boy and picked him up, "I will take him to the hospital wing just in case." He had no intention really but he had to say something. He motioned Draco to follow and the set off. On the third floor Harry three Neville into a classroom and bound him against the wall "Draco I suggest you stand away. This will not be pretty."

He walked up to Neville and released him. He didn't give him time to recover before he threw Neville back into the same wall. Harry could have sworn he heard a crack. "Why did you fall off your broom?" Harry asked in a hiss.

"Because I'm no good at anything." Neville whimpered in an attempt for an answer.

"Is that what you really think?" when Harry received a nod in return he threw Neville across the room once more. "Well you're wrong!" he threw a low powered lightning bolt at the child and it hit him. "If you want it to stop then make me," Harry shouted throwing another lightning bolt.

Neville was thrashing on the ground due to the lightning, he was angry that Potter wouldn't believe him. HE WAS A SQUIB. It had taken him being thrown out a window for him to have a burst of accidental magic. He never noticed that in all his magic and all his grief that magic was swirling around him directed at Harry.

Harry, on the other hand, did notice that magic was surrounding Neville it's violent nature was clear to Harry, he never even got the chance to dodge as the magic focused itself and struck Harry sending him flying across the room. Harry stopped in mid-air and hovered with a black mark on his chest (his shirt destroyed). He flew down to Neville and grabbed him by his shoulders; he then placed him on his feet. "Do you see what you did?" Harry asked once the boy had stopped crying. The boy was wide eyed about the damage he had caused, "no squib could have done this." Harry turned to leave, motioning Draco to follow him, "speak of this to no one." And with that he left leaving a dumbfounded Neville.

Over time Neville could be seen with a new personality, while he was once a shy loner, he was now a semi-confident boy with one or two friends. Every once in a while he could be seen looking at Harry in awe or admiration, but Harry never once noticed this.

Harry spent all his time learning from the book his past self had sent him his classes, while a little difficult due to the difference of time, were enjoyable with the exception of Snape. Draco didn't ask him about how he knew what he did but Harry never answered, not rudely but he didn't. Every once in a while Harry's gaze could be caught straying to Daphne, a fact that Draco didn't miss.

One day while eating in the great hall none other than Ronald Weasley confronted Harry and Draco.

"Potter. What are you doing sitting with the snake scum," Ron said in a way of announcing himself causing many of the Slytherins to glare at him.

"I'm sorry but what concern is it to you?" Harry asked not bothering to start and argument.

"Your family is light. He's dark. You should be sitting with someone like us Gryffindors not the slimy snake."

"I find it amusing how he hasn't insulted you once yet you've insulted him twice so far." Harry said

Ron knew Harry was right so he rounded on Draco in an attempt to win his own argument, "I challenge you to a wizards duel. Winner gets to be Potter's best friend."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the audacity of Weasley but he couldn't resist, "very well then I'll be his second. Yours?"

Ron beckoned the bushy hair girl from potions class forward, "Hermione."

"Very well then it shall be in the abandoned classroom on the third floor. First one to lose conscious or lose their wand loses." With that Harry set down his fork and headed to his room.

In his room Harry sat down in a lotus position and slowed his breathing, after minutes the darkness of his closed eyes began to transform and change into that of a scene, two men were standing in a hall, both in duelling positions.

"Now Harry today we are going to have our first duel. I want you to put everything you have into this and fight me like your life depended on it."

"Yes Salazar." An older Harry answered.

The two dipped their heads in a form of bowing before launching at one another. They clashed in mid air but stayed there each punching each other with enough force to smash a wall into pieces. While the blows were powerful and jaws were broken neither showed any indication of being hurt. They landed on the ground a few feet away from each other, neither stopped for a second before they launched spell after spell at each other. They only stopped when Harry was blasted so hard into a wall that he left an impression in it. A quick exam showed that Harry's shoulder was black his arm had a large gash and his leg was a shrivelled husk.

Salazar had a black eye, was missing three teeth, his arm was gone completely and his left leg was showered with cuts.

Both Harry and Salazar were breathing heavily; they were both smiling until an irate woman burst through the door. Harry chose that time to pull out of the memory.

That night Harry left his room and headed towards the third floor. When he entered the room he pushed his magic beneath him and flew towards a shadowed corner where he wouldn't be seen. He watched as Ron and Hermione showed up and waited, five minutes later Draco showed up looking around for Harry. Harry smirked; he was going to have a little fun. Silencing charms were placed around the room and the doors were locked.

"Let the duel begin." Harry said in a loud voice that carried across the room.

Draco and Ron stared around confused before Draco shrugged his shoulders and threw a disarming charm at Ron; who barely had enough time to dodge. He retaliated with sparks that Draco batted away with the flick of his wand. Ron realised he couldn't do anything so he tagged Hermione.

Hermione sighed before stepping in. Ron was her only friend and she didn't want to lose him. So she threw spell after spell at Draco who blocked some, dodged others but took most head on. After five minutes of being hit Draco had no choice. "I tag Harry." Ron laughed saying that Harry wasn't there to help him but his laughter was cut short when Harry jumped from his spot on the roof and landed with the gracefulness of a cat.

"Time to end this." Harry said before blasting the two with a stunner. He turned to Draco and noticed that the door was rattling. He grabbed Draco and ran to the side door before throwing it open and walking through. The door somehow led him to the right hand side of the third corridor. Harry stared in shock as he was suddenly confronted with the forbidden door that nobody is supposed to enter. He chose to enter over confronting filch and whoever was following him. Throwing open the door he pushed Draco in and closed it. Only to find himself facing a three headed dog.

Harry cursed before throwing the door, back open still holding Draco he ran to his room.

When Harry reached his room he pointed to a room on the left, and told Draco he could stay there for the night, grabbing the book that usually sat on a pedestal he walked to his own room and read before falling asleep. His last thoughts being 'why a trap door?'