I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to post this story. I've been having a Harry Potter block. Thanks to those who voted on the title of this fic. So without further ado, I give you 'Bloody Hell: ANOTHER Second Chance Fic'
Chapter One
In the time since he died, Harry Potter-Black had gotten a lot of work done. His research led him and his family to know everything possible about Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort. Sirius had managed to find a list of people from Riddle's orphanage. Many of them were dead, either from war or old age but a few were still alive. The funny thing was that none of them had any memory of Riddle at all. When tested of memory charms they were all positive. That pointed to one person.
Albus Dumbledore.
Harry had always allowed the others to form their own opinions of the headmaster. The fact that Dumbledore placed memory charms on innocent Muggles simply because they knew Riddle really shook their faith in Dumbledore, especially Hermione who was only just starting to doubt him.
Tonks told them that it was too dangerous to even attempt to restore the memories. It would likely kill them if the tried. Luna pointed out that they were better off not remembering.
"This was a waste of time," complained Ron the afternoon that they interviewed the last person on the list.
"No, this proves that Dumbledore is hiding something," countered Remus. "We just don't know what that could be."
"We weren't going to learn anything new from the Muggles. I think we need to take a break. The World Cup is tomorrow. Ron, Ginny, you two should head home. Your mum already thinks you spend too much time over here. And we know how much she approves of our living arrangements."
"Harry's right. We need to rest for the the match," said Sirius. He turned to the youngest Weasley siblings. "Remind Molly that I'll be dropping Phoe off at the Burrow around 11. Also remind her that I'm paying her whether she wants me to or not."
It was still early when Ron and Ginny left Grimmauld Place. Harry and Hermione were the only two that were done with their homework. Luna, Susan, and Neville were forced to stay while Harry and Hermione were able to go to the park with Phoenix. The baby was put on Harry's back in a carrier. The others needed quiet and they wouldn't get that if Phoenix suddenly started to cry.
Harry relished breathing the fresh air. He knew he had been staying indoors far too much. His skin was paler than it ever been while living with the Dursley's. Even Hermione wasn't her normal tan.
He didn't realize that they had reached the park until he felt Hermione remove Phoenix from his back. She had put him in a swing, making sure that his head was securely covered, before gently pushing him. No one but his family would be happy to see a baby with bright green hair. Though Sirius was thrilled that Phoenix had inherited that particular gift.
"So, are you going to tell me who's going to win?"
"Not knowing what's going to happen is half the fun."
"What's the other half?"
"Watching the Veela...." He got an elbow to his stomach. "Ow, Hermione, what was that for?"
"Veela."
"And Leprechauns. The mascots get into a fight halfway through the match. It's going to be highly entertaining even though I already seen it happen. They nearly get kicked out for being a distraction. And now that you have gravely injured me, you have to carry Phoe on the way back home."
That night after Hermione and the other students had gone to bed, Harry stayed awake to go over up coming events. Up to this point the time-line was uncertain and could change for the better or worse from Harry's actions. Things were so different now that he interfered that he had to remind himself what happened in each life.
But this year he could change very little or the consequences would be far more dire than he could ever imagine. He had to let Voldemort rise again.
Harry knew that he couldn't tell Sirius everything that happens this school year. He would likely be pulled from school permanently. He didn't want to know what would happen if that were to occur. The result would be apocalyptic. No, it would be better if none of the adults knew.
Anyways, Harry was more concerned with what would be happening during the next twenty-four hours. Stopping the Weasley twins from making that bet with Bagman was the least of his worries.
He was about to perform his biggest role to date. Appearing to be anxious could raise alarms, especially around Winky the house elf. He could show no signs of knowing what was going to happen. He didn't want to be accused being a Death Eater. Someone might take it seriously.
Sleep didn't come easily for harry. He was exhausted hut his mind was too full to properly shut down. A Pensieve seemed like it would have been a good investment at the moment. But he did eventually fell asleep.
He was pulled into a dream almost immediately. Voldemort was talking to Wormtail, who appeared to be much older than the last time Harry saw him, but his voice was muffled as though he was hearing him from under water. He couldn't understand anything that was being said expect for one thing before he woke up.
"Dad!"
Sirius was already there. He heard Harry thrashing in his sleep.
"Did you have a vision?" asked Sirius as he rubbed his back to calm him.
Harry nodded. "They should have stopped. The Horcrux is gone. That was the only reason that I was having the visions."
"Hey Pronglet, we don't know what caused you to have visions. You might be connected to Voldemort until he dies."
"Two years."
"What did you see?"
"I don't remember much. It was fuzzy to begin with. Wormtail said something 'the plans are set in motion'. I don't know what that could mean. Any plans Voldemort has can only be finalized after the World Cup."
"Do think it might be possible that you Saw the future?"
"You know that I only have visions of the present. I never have visions of the future."
"You also never been hit by a killing curse while wearing a Time-Turner either."
"True. But can that really be connected to my vision? That was months ago. I should have Seen something by now."
"I don't know why or how this is happening, Harry but it is. Maybe you are meant to have visions of Voldemort but once you destroyed the Horcrux Fate decided to make you a Seer instead. Just answer one question, did your scar hurt?"
Harry thought about it. "No."
"Then let's get breakfast. I want you smelling like food when we drop Phoe off with Molly. I swear that woman would have been a bloodhound if she had decided to become an Animagus."
Harry couldn't help but laugh at that.
At 11 Harry and Sirius left for the Burrow with Phoenix. Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a bone-crushing hug, sniffing him, before taking the baby. Harry gave her instructions on how to use some of the things they brought. Sirius preferred the Muggle equipment that Lily introduced to him when Harry was a baby. This included Muggle baby food.
Mrs. Weasley insisted that she would be fine on her own and she didn't need to be paid for doing something that came naturally to her.
A bag with fifteen Galleons in it was left on the kitchen table. Along side it was a note that she should buy new dress robes in Tonks untidy scrawl. Blue would be preferable for Ron and Ginny really should stay away from all forms of pink but purple would be lovely with her skin tone.
Being one of the few wizard families living in London had it's perks... having the Leaky Cauldron as your Portkey launch point was one of them. Unlike most others they didn't have to walk. The Black-Potter-Lupin family had the privilege of using the Floo.
Remus went first as a safety precaution. Tom the barman had the Portkey, a large ratty bath towel, waiting for them.
Now all Harry had to was get over his 'tiny' phobia of Portkeys. Luna put a hand on his shoulder and he relaxed under her touch. "You will be fine," she whispered softly in his ear. "Those that love you will be right next to you the whole time."
"Thanks, Luna." It didn't matter to him how she knew but Harry was glad that she did.
He grabbed a corner of the towel right before it activated.
A/N Phoe is pronounced fee.
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