Prologue
Nov 2000
Harry could say he was not having a good day. In fact he hadn't had a good day in a while. First came the harsh break up with his three year girlfriend Ginny, then the spat between him and his best mate he mention that his ex-girlfriend and best mate were siblings? Total hell. Followed by this mission he'd been assigned by the ministry. After completing two years of Auror training and being new to the field, you'd think they'd give Harry a simple case. How the hell did he end up in some intertwined plot to find a true time turner.
Now he was treading down a dark cave with the only thing illuminating him was the glow on the end of his wand. He moved around carefully making sure not to trigger any traps. He'd hate to end up like Moody, and have his leg blow up by stepping on an explosive rune. As he moved along the path. He begun to notice the cave to change in shape. No longer could he see the wall's around him have that rigid and uneven surface. All around the walls became smooth. That's when he came up to a dead end. The narrow path he'd been traveling down begun to shrink in size with every step. Until the entire path was gone. Harry frowned for a moment, and found it hard to believe the path would simply end just like that.
Looking around the path he took a sigh as he realized that there was only a few ways to truly find out if his path was a dead end or not. He lifted his wand, and cast Finite Incantatem. Harry stayed still, and watched as nothing happened. He supposed it was too simple for him to get past with a general counter curse. Taking a deeper breath he decided to cast another spell. This time take a big risk.
Bombarda. cast Harry wordlessly, and watched as the path in front of him blasted forward revealing an enormous room. Harry had little time to inspect it as the cave around him began to come down. Harry reacted quickly by apparating into the room, and avoided the certain death of the caving cave. Harry had appeared in the center of the room, and instantly turned around towards the way he'd come in. To see the a rubble of rocks fall into the room. Harry glared as he realized that may have very well been his only exit. Ignoring the thought, he begun to venture around the room. The room was plain, and nothing but stone. He then twirled his wand, and Harry watched as the light on his wand shot off into a dark corner of the room. The light grew in size and soon the whole room was illuminated. Harry turned around to see that the room was just still very plain. Nevertheless, the walls around him weren't the natural rough surface of the cave. Harry could see that they were so smooth and polished that he could slightly see his only thing in the room was a glass cabinet on the other side of the room.
In the cabinet was the too familiar shape of an hourglass necklace. Harry took a deep breath as he realized all the rumours surrounding the village had been true. Harry had initially been sent to a magical village to investigate rumours of a British Ministry time turner. One that hadn't been destroyed by him years ago. The ministry only saw it fit that he'd recover the only one. In order to 'atone for his sins'. As the Unspeakables had put very bluntly. His mission had been only to gather intel, and nothing more. Instead, Harry managed not to gather intel on a British Ministry issued time turner, but a True Time Turner. Not one that would let you go back only five hours, but one that would allow person to travel indefinitely into time. Harry had been tempted to return to the Ministry, and report his findings. That was until he found out he wasn't the only one investigating this time turner. He'd noticed someone also asking the same questions as him. Someone else was investigating the timer turner, and had managed to get as much info as Harry. He had to act fast, and begun to use the intel he had gathered to find the time turner. He had sent an owl to the ministry, but that had only been five hours ago.
Looking down at the time turner it looked no different then the one he had seen Hermione have years ago. Instead that this time turner felt eerie. He could feel the magic radiate off the watch as if it was a hot fire. For a moment he caught himself staring at the time turner, and he was met with a transparent image of his mother standing in front of him. The image was from the point of view when he'd been a child looking through the narrow gaps of his crib. His mother's back was turned to him. That's when he saw someone tower over both of him. A green light surged the image. He quickly took a step back, and let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding. The image disappeared.
It was as if the time turner was trying to get him to use it. Harry closed his eyes for a second, and calmed himself. He reopened his eyes, and moved forward. Harry opened the glass cabinet, and was surprised to see that there was no trick to it. It seemed that whomever placed this here thought that no one would ever find it. Harry was about to place the time turner in his pocket, when he heard an explosion to his far right.
Turning around he faced an adjacent spot to the entrance he'd entered. Then suddenly he heard a crackling sound, and a man appeared in the middle of the room. Harry's eyes widen in shock as he looked at too familiar weedy and stringy man. The man also seemed to recognize Harry as he stood tall. The tall-thin man looked at Harry gave him a smirk.
"If it isn't the great Harry Potter. Didn't fancy seeing see you here." replied the man who was dressed in a black robe. Harry quickly brought his wand up, and glared at the man before him.
"Theodore Nott, what the hell are you doing here?" demanded Harry as he pointed his wand at Theodore. Theodore snorted, and responded by waving his wand and shouting.
"Diffindo!"
Harry instantly brought his wand up, and used a shield charm to deflect the curse. Nott did not stop as he followed with several stunners and curses. Harry effortlessly dodged, and blocked each spell. Then in between Nott's incantations, Harry conjured ropes and shot them at Nott. He briskly had Theodore tied down. Nott's wand fell to his side, and Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Now that we're finished with the little spat, tell me Theodore. What are you doing here?" asked Harry.
Nott growled as he struggled in the ropes, and growled at Harry, "Damn you! You fucking piece of shit gryffindor. Why is it you that must get in my way."
"Why are you looking for a time turner?" asked Harry again ignoring his former classmates rants.
"You pratt! You must be cocky now that you've become an auror huh? As expected from the fucking chosen one. Like bloody hell I'm gonna tell you why I want that time turner."
Harry sighed, and turned back towards the glass cabinet. Not having fully inspected it. He then ushered, "Doesn't matter. I'll let the ministry take care of you."
Theodore continued to struggle, and growl as he tried to get out of the ropes. He quickly saw that there was no way to overpower the tight ropes. Instead, he stopped the struggle, and took a deep breath. He calmed himself before letting out a cackling laugh.
"However, I must admit Harry. You've gotten very strong. I guess that's what you get when you turn into a bookworm like that mudblood Granger." admitted Nott with a sadistic smile, "Spending all that time studying deeper into the arts of magic sure made you powerful, but at what price? Even the Weasley whore saw how much you've indulged into magic that she no longer wanted to be with you."
The last statement dug deep into Harry's skin, and his neck snapped back at Theodore. Only to see Nott cutting the rope with a spell. Wandless magic. He picked up his wand, and shouted, "You aren't the only one who got stronger, Avada Kedavra!"
Harry only had to hear the first syllable of the word to instantly recognize the spell, and quickly summoned a large boulder from his earlier entrance. He managed to put it in front of him to block the killing curse. The curse obliterated the rock causing a rainfall of rock. The rocks fell over Harry, and knocked the time turner from Harry's hand to the side. Before he could summon the necklace back, Harry was forced to react to another one of Nott's attacks.
"Confringo!."
Harry's eyes widen at the stronger cruse, and quickly muttered, "Protego Duo." Only managing to deflect the curse to the side towards the time turner, and watched in horror as the spell caused the time turner to erupt in flames. Nothing good ever came from destroying a time turner. Harry had learned that the hard way in the Department of Mysteries. A small vortex erupted within the time turner. Harry's could feel the force slowly start to pull him in.
"Reducto."
Harry dodged the spell, but only edged himself closer to the timer turner. Nott was trying to push him closer to the vortex. He fired several other spells, but Harry stood his ground with his powerful shield charm. Then the instant a window of opportunity arouse Harry fired, Manga Tonirus.
A ray of crackling white light shot from Harry's wand, and slammed into Nott's shield. However unlike any other spells, the ray of power kept going and pressed hard against Nott. Electricity whipped around uncontrollably, and soon enough the spell tore apart Nott's mediocre shield, and send him flying across the room. His body repulsed erratically, before he was left motionless on the ground.
"I need to get him out of here quick, before his body goes into cardiac arrest," thought Harry as he saw the damage of his Lightning curse. A spell that had quickly become his favorite after the Disarming Spell for taking down enemies. However, the slightest fluctuation in control of the spell could make it deadly. Taking extreme mastery of the spell to effectively disable enemies in apposition of killing them.
He was about to move to get Nott, when the vortex behind him enlarged. Harry's gritted his teeth as he used all his willpower to resist the vortex. Yet Harry could do nothing as he was sent flying into the vortex.
LINE
Harry could feel himself falling into a blue vortex of energy, and all round he could see nothing but blue and streaks of white. He felt himself fall endlessly, and at very high speeds. It reminded him of that time he'd fallen off his broom in his third year. All around he could see memories float around him.
"Mate you sure have spent a lot of time reading books. Don't tell me Hermione has created a horcrux, and put it inside your head."
"Not funny. It's just now that I don't have some maniac trying to kill me, I can finally focus on magic how I deem fit."
"I was just kidding, but you need to take it easy. We're all worried for you. I mean I understand the war had changed us, but it doesn't mean you need to waste all your time studying magic."
"Worried? I mean Hermione studies as much as me, and I don't see anyone saying anything to her."
"But she's Hermione."
"So what? I'm Harry Potter. Who I am doesn't entitle to what I must do."
"Why the hell are you being so sensitive about this? We're just worried for you."
"I don't need you guys worrying for me. I'm fine."
"Go to hell."
The memory of Ron and Harry disappeared, and was replaced of one with him and Ginny.
"Harry, darling what's wrong?"
"Why are you telling all your family that there's something wrong with me."
"Bu-"
"I'm perfectly fine. I don't see why you have to involve Ron."
"No you're not! You've changed Harry. I understand that the war caused you a lot of pain, but it did to everyone. You need to open up, and talk about it. Please Harry let me help you. I can't stand seeing you suffer it breaks my heart."
"There's nothing wrong!"
"You're in denial, Harry James Potter! I'm at my limit. I've tried everything to help you out, but you keep denying me. It hurts every night for me to see you struggle in your bed at those endless nightmares. Unless you can open your eyes, and realize that you need to open up. Then we are no longer together."
The memory was cut short, and images of several people flashed before his eyes. However, his eyes remained fixated on the one of his former headmaster. His body was jerked around, and Harry watched as the tunnel he was traveling down intercepted with another tunnel, and he was pulled into a horizontal direction. Harry felt an immense amount of pressure in the back of his head before he passed body still traveling down the endless blue tunnel of energy.
LINE
Harry could feel his body slowly wake up. He'd been like this for hours. Being aware that he was awake, but unable to open his eyes or move his body. It was as if something was keeping him from waking up. Now it was different. He could feel the blood flow through his veins, his muscles ache in pain, his heart beat faster with every sound, and out of nowhere he could hear everything around him.
"Albus, where did you find this kid?" exclaimed worn out feminine voice.
"Did you complete your report?"
Harry heard the woman sigh, as she knew the other man was not going to respond. However, Harry's thoughts were fixated on the fact the woman had called the man Albus.
"The man seems to be good health, but his magic is completely drained. It's why he has been put into this coma. While he may be in good health, his body is covered in scars. There's signs of the Cruciatus Curse being used on him. " the woman paused as she took a deep breath. Having been disturbed by that fact.
"I ran some further tests and was able to deduce that he is 20. Albus this boy is only 20, why the hell would someone have to use the Cruciatus Curse on a boy. I know that the era of you-know-who, and that time that followed wasn't pleasant. But these scars are years old. Why would anyone attack a child?"
The man was silent for a moment, and replied, "That isn't up for me to know Madam. Every scar has its secrets. Only the boy can tell you if he wishes."
The woman scolded the man, and then she continued, "Well, the only other noteworthy things I could find was the scar on his head. Which to me looks decades old, but for some reason his skin refuses to heal. It's a very odd scar, I've never seen anything like it."
"Interesting indeed. Thank you for taking good care of him, Madam Pomfrey." replied Albus.
Pomfrey sighed, and Harry listened as she walked out of the room. Harry nearly opened his eyes at the familiar sound off staircase opening. However, he didn't have to keep his act up for long, as the man in front of him said.
"Harry? We both you know you woke up when Madam walked in here."
Harry's eyes shot open, and he jumped back as his mouth hung open. Before him the dead walked again.
"H-Head-Headmaster?" stuttered Harry as he pushed himself to the other side of his bed, and away from the man in front of him. He looked exactly as he had when he died. His white beard hanging down to his chest, and wearing the same blue robes.
Dumbledore gave Harry a concerned look, and he shook his head, "Yes, but no."
Harry took a deep breath as he looked around the headmaster's office, and felt a sense of deja vu. Except this time he wasn't in a beautiful white place.
"Am I dead?"
"No, but I believe you aren't meant to exist here." replied Albus as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. Then he pulled out the broken Time Turner. Harry gasped as the events between him and Nott came rushing back into his heads.
"No….NO! I'm in the past?"
The headmaster shook his head, "That's what I thought too initially, but after going through your stuff. I was able to come to the right conclusion."
Dumbledore pulled out a picture of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and showed it to Harry. He then pulled out another picture, but instead it was a picture of Hermione, Ginny, and a black haired girl that Harry had never seen before.
"You see it was very odd to see a picture of Ms. Granger with a Weasley that was not Ms. Ginerva, and a boy she'd never talked to before in her life. As well I found a nametag on your shirt, Harry James Potter." commentated Dumbledore as he continued to pull out more of his things.
"You see Harry James Potter doesn't exist in this dimension."
"Dimension?"
"Yes, dimension. I believe that the destruction of this time turner might have sent you spiralling into this dimension."
Harry begun to sweat, and suddenly he felt his heartbeat increase. No fucking way. He
was in another dimension? No...no,no,no,no. No! What was he gonna do?
"I see you are shocked to appear here. Therefore it's safe to say you didn't mean to come here?" inquired Dumbledore as he eyed Harry.
Harry looked back, and stared into the unnerving calculating eye of his headmaster. Harry pinched his nose, and took a deep breath before shaking his head. Then he answered, "No, you see, I had come across a True Time Turner, but I wasn't the only one to find it. I got into a duel with someone who wanted it. He ended up destroying it. I-I don't remember much after that. Just me being sucked in by this vortex, and waking up here."
Dumbledore got up from the bed, and pondered for a moment. Looking at the time turner, "A true time turner?"
"Yeah, that was the story. As an Auror I was given the mission of investigating the rumors behind a lost time turner. But instead I ended up finding that. A true time turner."
"An Auror? I guess that explains the badge, but aren't you 20?"
"Been one since I've been 19."
"Oh really? In this world you typically have to undergo three years of training before an
Auror. Give or take must applicants aren't accepted until they're at least 19." stated Dumbledore as he looked back at Harry.
Harry smirked, and looked up at Dumbledore, "I guess that's what happens when you defeat a dark lord at the age of 17. Then spend all your time to increase your skill in magic."
Dumbledore dropped the locket, and his eyes widen in shock. "Voldemort?"
"The very same one."
Dumbledore remained silent, and he continued to eye Harry. That's when Harry decided to speak up, "What's the date?"
"July 10, 1994."
Harry then took a deep breath, "Is he...still alive?"
"No, he was killed in an incident on Halloween in 1981, but I believe-," said Dumbledore as he was suddenly cut off by Harry.
"-he's not truly dead." finished Harry. The headmaster looked at Harry, and gave him a smile.
"I must say I was not expecting this. When you first appeared in my office, I was expecting the worse."
"Professor, magic is marvelous thing, but I must be honest myself. I never imagined myself to appear in a different dimension. It seems to be a dimension similar to one of my own. So I must ask, if Harry Potter doesn't exist, then who was the boy-who-lived?" asked Harry.
Dumbledore took a deep breath, and responded, "I think it would be better if we took a seat up at my desk. There we can compare both our worlds, and see the differences. I would like access to your memories, not only to help my cause but yours."
"Mine?"
"Yes, because to be frank Harry. At the moment I have no idea how to send you back home."
LINE
Harry was bored and depressed. Not a very good combination indeed. He was in Dumbledore's office as he had been restricted to being only in his office. Several days had passed since his arrival. Now he was just gazing out the window as he thought about how much his life had changed. According to Dumbledore there was no recorded history or information on dimensional travel. It could be possible to recreate the events that sent him here, but there could be an endless amount of dimensions he could end up in. In essence, it was like finding a needle in a haystack.
After coming to that gruesome reality, he and Dumbledore had come to compare their worlds. There had been some big changes between his world and this one. First, there was no boy-who-lived, but the girl-who-lived. Second, his parents were alive as they weren't home on the day of the attack. Instead James's elder and only sister was looking after her niece and cast the ancient spell. Thus dying in opposed to Lily Potter. Which allowed the Potter Family to have to more kids. Third, Sirius was never in Azkaban, instead Peter was rightfully caught. Only for Peter to escape like how Sirius had Harry's third year. In short. almost everything Harry could ever want was here. Almost. That's if Voldemort wasn't technically still alive because his Horcruxes were scattered around, and not exactly in the same situation that had occurred in his world.
When Harry had been explaining the horcruxes, and how Voldemort had gone on to make seven and an extra one by accident. Thus, also explaining the strange scar on his forehead, and how'd it been the accidental horcrux. That's where Dumbledore suspected another change from dimensions. In this world, the Potter girl had been scared by the rebounding of the killing curse, but it healed over time. He also explained to Harry that Tom had quite the obsession over the number thirteen. Thus, making him believe that he might of very well created 13 horcruxes, and explain why this world's Potter hadn't been made a horcrux. His soul couldn't be split anymore.
At that point Harry had asked the professor to leave the subject there. He instead opted to just give the headmasters some of his memories as he wished to not talk about the subject. As the thought of Voldemort having 13 horcruxes haunted him. The headmaster quickly agreed, and also decided to take a small break from the subject all together. He'd brought him up some food, and they chatted a bit. Steering away from the talk of their dimensions. Instead, Harry had been caught up in a talk over transfiguration. Harry talking about the wild theories he'd read in a book, and Dumbledore doing his best to point out the right and wrongs. For Harry it was some that made him happy. Spending time with the headmaster once again.
That's exactly why Harry was depressed. Why was fate so cruel to him? Wasn't it enough that he'd lost everyone, but be taunted with their image. Dumbledore had been no exception. Even though he'd warmed up to Harry, and been a good terms. It still didn't feel the same. It was depressing knowing that his Dumbledore was dead, and the one in front of him was a different man.
Harry continued to sulk as he stared out the window. He simply wasn't in the mood to do anything. As if he could do anything at all. His wand was snapped...again. Even though he could probably have Dumbledore use the elder wand to repair it, it wasn't possible if the fragments had been lost in the bloody vortex. His wand….destroyed again
That's when Dumbledore had returned, and Harry turned around to face the man. The headmaster threw him a small bag of coins followed by a bigger bag. Harry caught both bags, and asked, "Whats this?"
"Harry, since you have no way of returning home I thought I would give you a job to pass the time." announced Dumbledore.
Harry sighed, "You see Headmaster I really have no intention of sitting around and organizing paperwork. So if this has to do anything with being an assistant of yours, you can count me out."
Dumbledore gave a heart chuckle, and shrug his shoulders, "I guess some paperwork is involved."
"But I must disappoint you. I'm not planning on having you as a dear assistant." chimed Dumbledore, "Instead I shall make you a teacher here at Hogwarts."
Harry opened the bag to only be attacked by some spell. Harry was blinded for a moment, and suddenly his vision cleared. He looked up at Dumbledore as he gave him an amused look. He frowned not appreciating his antics, and then dug into the bag to pull out a teacher's robe. Harry rose his eyes up, and met the amused gaze of Dumbledore, "Really teaching?"
"Yes. Unlike your world our DADA teaching post was never jinxed by Voldemort, but ever since Ms. Potter started attending we've had a difficult time holding the post. However, I believe someone of your calibre could hold onto it."
"You want me to teach? But I'm only 20!" exclaimed Harry a bit nervous about teaching. If he had to teach that meant he would run into her….Lily Potter, Muggle Studies Professor.
The headmaster shook his head, "From what I saw from your memories you were able to effectively teach 5th years, material beyond their years. You also led several study sessions during Auror training to create the biggest and most successful class of Auror graduates."
Harry frowned knowing he had a point. He'd always been exceptionally good at the subject, and teaching it. Then his eyes narrowed, and looked at Dumbledore, "Bloody hell, you know exactly why I don't want the post. I know I'm good at teaching my favorite subject, but I don't-I can't."
"Lily Potter?" asked Dumbledore. Harry's eyes glazed up, and didn't respond. Dumbledore sighed, "That's even more reason to take the post. You need to understand that this people aren't….well your people. You'll run into people similar to your world here. People you saw die. You can't allow yourself to breakdown everytime you see someone."
"I know….but her? Anyone but her." replied Harry in a raspy voice. Dumbledore nodded.
"Yes her. If you can keep your cool around her, anyone else will be but a breeze."
Harry sighed, and he nodded. He knew he was right. He fucking always was. Damn. He grudgingly accepted, "Alright fine. I'll teach your stupid class."
"I suppose this is my cover story?" asked Harry as he pulled out a folder from his bag. Dumbledore nodded, and Harry opened it. Revealing a Muggle Birth Certificate reading, Harry Evans. Harry's eyes widen, and he growled at Dumbledore, "Harry bloody Evans! Why not just tell them I'm their son from another dimension."
"Calm down, Harry it was done with a good reason." stated Dumbledore. Harry was pissed. How the hell could he calm down. He wanted as little interaction with his parents. But this would just call unwanted suspicion.
"What?"
"Evans is a very common muggle last name, and it would help explain the resemblance between you and your parents. As well, there is a registered Harry Evans in the muggle world that helps back up your claim. It wasn't as difficult to create a fake identity."
Harry paused for a moment, and pondered on the thought. Then he inquired, "Fake identity?"
"Yes, with a lot of obliviating, and lot of fake documents I was able to nudge you into our world." answered Dumbledore as he summoned the folder to his hands. "Harry Evans was a 18 year old that passed away two years , he would be twenty like you. In the muggle world he was orphaned, and he died homeless on the street. However, I changed all that."
Dumbledore then placed a blue envelope with a blue 'G' on it. It reminded Harry of his letter to Hogwarts. Dumbledore continued, "Instead you received a letter from Italy's Gloria Academy of the Magically Talented in 1985. In which you attended until your fourth year."
"That's when I found you. In the terrible tragedy that occurred in 1989." explained Dumbledore as he pulled out a newspaper from the Daily Prophet. The headline read, "Gloria Academy Massacre". In which a group of Death Eaters attempted to show strength by attacking the prestigious academy, and slaughtering 95% of the students and all the teachers. Then burned the building to the ground.
"I falsificated fake papers to show that I became your legal guardian until you were of age. During those two years I'd come to personally tutor you, and prepare you for your NEWTs. I did this honor my old friend, the Headmaster of Gloria, and due to your reluctance to attend another Magical School." explained Dumbledore, and finally pulled out the last couple of documents in his folder, and handed them to Harry. An Apparition license,Side-Apparition License, Portkey creation License, and his NEWTs and OWLs. Harry was a bit shocked to see his actual results.
"How did you-?"
There was a twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes as he responded, "I saw your scores in your memory, and believed it only fair to give you the same scores. Now there's only one base to cover."
"What?" asked Harry a bit confused believing that this new identity was solid.
Dumbledore pointed at the bag in his hands, and then he watched as Fawkes glided across the room and landed on Harry's shoulder. "You're gonna take that gold to go buy yourself a wand, and replace the one you broke in our most recent practice duel."
"Huh?"
"Take him away Fawkes."
Harry felt all the air leave his lungs as he watched the Phoenix's flames engulf him. Nightmares flashed before his eyes as he remembered the Fiendfyre from the Room of Requirements. Yet, this fire felt hot but did not burn. He felt himself sucked into the fire similar to apparating, but not as rough. Then suddenly the fire disappeared, and he was standing in a alley that run up to Diagon Alley. Harry stumbled onto the ground, and he watched as Fawkes glided around him. Then burst into flames apparating back to Dumbledore.
He looked around the Alley, and he moved into the bustling street of Diagon Alley. Harry let out a smile at seeing how similar this place was to his. Some shops were moved around, but it looked almost identical. Harry smiled as he moved down the street, and towards the wand shop he'd visited 9 years ago. He was looking through the glass of a shop admiring some brooms, when he caught his own reflection.
Sure he looked a bit different by not wearing his usual muggle clothes, and instead wearing some robes that Dumbledore had lent him. No what made him shocked him was how different his face actually looked. No not any facial features had changed, but his hair...it wasn't unruly. Instead it been cut very short on the sides, and leaving the top of his hair hanging forward. Hiding his scar from view, and what surprised Harry the most was the absence of his glasses. His green eyes popped out even more than before.
"Bloody Hell."
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