Hello everyone! It's been a while hahaha, sorry! I felt a bit bad since I removed The Monster Under the Bed to be fixed so here's this story as a sort of consolation. Hopefully it isn't too shabby! Any information on my stories will be on my profile page! So anyway enjoy! Remember to leave a review with either constructive criticism or heck anything at all about this grand story I've written!

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I Am Lord Voldemort

Chapter One: Sundial Blues

It was indeed an odd phenomenon. One moment Harry and his self proclaimed army had been battling at the Ministry of Magic and the next they were in a muggle alleyway. Harry looked around to see Hermione and Ron grasping his arms. Ron with Ginny and Neville on his other arm and Hermione with Luna. Hermione looked into his eyes and began to laugh.

"It worked! It really- oh Harry we're safe!" She pulled everyone in for a hug as they all cheered. Harry remained the only one confused.

"Safe? Hermione, what are you on about?" He smiled uncertainly at his friends. He had a feeling he ought to be happy, he just didn't know why. "What happened? We were just at the ministry, fighting death eaters, why are we..." Harry looked at his surroundings. "You know what, where are we?" Ron laughed at his expense.

"Looks like I'm not the one confused this time, mate. Nice to switch it up, huh 'Mione?" Hermione chuckled and nodded.

"You're in on whatever this is too?" Harry couldn't help but feel a bit hurt. After the secrecy over the previous summer he thought there'd be no more secrets within the trio. Apparently he was wrong. Hermione seemed to know, or at least have an inkling, of what Harry was thinking and frowned. Before she could open her mouth, Luna intervened.

"It's okay Harry. Your friends weren't keeping secrets." Ron and Hermione nodded quickly as Luna paused to smile sweetly. Luna's composure calmed him enough to believe her. Ginny came over and patted Harry's arm. "Hermione just barely now told us what she was going to do. She even said it probably wasn't gonna work but we did it anyway." There was awe in her voice and a bit of disbelief. She was proud.

"What did we do? Run away?" Harry sounded a touch bitter but it was honestly the only thing he could think of. Neville took up the conversation surprisingly.

"As much as I wanted to, we didn't! Well sort of. I'm... I'm no good with this. But... Hermione is! Tell him what you told us, Hermione!" The others gave their encouragements to the girl and she nodded.

"Alright... You see at the end of third year when I went to return my old time turner to Professor McGonagall, she said she wanted to show me something." She paused dramatically. Just when Harry was going to urge her on she continued with a grin. "It was this whole cabinet filled with all sorts of different time turners! So I just took a peek at a few of them because they were really gorgeous-"

"Hermione."

She blushed. "Right, sorry. Anyway Professor McGonagall said that Dumbledore had been traveling recently and had had found this." She pulled a time turner out from under her robes. It didn't have an hourglass like Hermione's old one but a sundial. It had small rubies, emeralds, tiger-eyes, and sapphires decorating it. Harry vaguely connected the color scheme to the four houses at Hogwarts. The gems seemed to emit a soft glow. Along its edge was an engraving, Annus Tornus. Otherwise its design seemed very simplistic.

"I started observing it and noticed that it had the Latin inscription, annus tornus, written on it. Since I've been studying Latin to gain a better understanding of spells and their origins-" Hermione saw Harry's stare and quickly moved on. "It means a year a turn." She let this sit with Harry and then continued.

"Professor McGonagall told me that Dumbledore had wanted me to keep it. Just in case we ever found ourselves in... trouble." She looked at Harry meaningfully. A determined gleam shone bright in her brown eyes. "I hadn't thought much about it until we entered the Department of Mysteries. Harry..."

She hesitated for a moment. Harry knew that whatever she was going to say next would be true but hard to swallow. "We were getting trampled." When Harry started protesting Hermione glared him into frustrated submission. "You know it's true! We're just kids Harry. What chance did we have against grown wizards, grown adults? Even with all our training we would've been outmatched. I was just thinking logically." She grabbed onto his hands to force him to look at her. To be connected to what she was trying to say.

Even though he didn't like it, Harry at least regarded her. "Please Harry. Try to understand. I know you're smart!" She had sounded aspirated. "Even though you and Ron don't always do the homework." She had looked away towards the ground as she slightly growled out her mumbled words. Ron made a noise of defensive disagreement. Harry didn't know why but it had made him smile and relax. The others chuckled at Ron's expense. Harry sighed as Hermione let his hands go. He rubbed the back of his neck and averted his eyes. An easy grin slid on Hermione's face.

"I just wanted us to be safe. And make a better plan. Where we'll have the advantage and not V-Voldemort." She was still nervous to even say his name but she was trying, Harry had to give her that. Harry nodded and Ginny shouted,

"Group hug!" They all surrounded him in giggles and laughter. Harry felt a warmth spread in his heart. He knew his friends cared for him but sometimes it felt great to really know it rather than to just assume it or even worse, doubt it. Even so there was still something... Sirius! His smile slid off of his face.

"What about Sirius?! We just left him there!" The group broke apart and had varying faces of realization and horror. All except Luna, who calmly shook her head. Harry snapped his head down to the fourth year. "What do you mean no?!" Harry's voice had risen and cracked yet still managed to cause his friends to flinch away from him. Except for Luna.

"Your godfather was never in any danger. It was a bait from Voldemort. He used your connection against you." Harry didn't want to believe it but the way Luna had said it had him doubting himself. It was like a fact rather than an opinion or a point of view. Still Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"How did you come up with that?" Even with Harry's condescending tone and the rest of the group's doubt, Luna stared straight into Harry's eyes and smiled sweetly. As if she was still not all the way there.

"I saw it in a vision. My mother saw them too. And her mother before her. And every single one had always come true."

The words chilled the group. "Why didn't you stop us then?" Harry felt a headache coming on. She could've saved the group so much trouble if she had just said something.

"Because we had to get that." She pointed to Harry's hand. Everyone looked down to see he had a prophecy gripped tightly in his left hand. Harry brought it up to his eyes and blinked dumbly. He hadn't even known that he still had it, having gotten caught up in being suddenly transported through time. Speaking of which... Harry turned his head to Hermione.

"What?" Came her intelligent response.

"How many years did you take us back?" Both the prophecy and the fact that Luna was a seer had been forgotten as the group turned their eyes to an anxious looking Hermione. She laughed nervously.

"Well I sort of just kept turning it until I had you all ready to go. I... I haven't a clue how many times I turned it." Her voice took on a shaky tone as Harry and the others could feel a shared dread. They all had came to realize in that moment that they were just kids. Kids who had probably just bit off more than they could chew at that.

And Harry had put them there.

As guilt begun to set in him Ginny's eyebrows furrowed and a frown decorated her face. "Harry." He hummed absentmindedly, not really listening to her. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder. Harry almost shrugged it off but he had looked into her eyes and had to stop himself. It wasn't Ginny's fault after all. No one's but his.

Even Hermione who had brought them here, it wasn't her fault either. She had just been trying to protect them. Protect him. Harry had just been there for Sirius, not even caring for the prophecy. Which according to everyone but Harry, was more important than one ex-convict's wellbeing. Ginny must've noticed his eyes beginning to harden as he silently judged himself because she spoke.

"Harry it's not your fault." He opened his mouth but she was faster with hers. "Don't. Just... Don't. You wanted to protect Sirius just how we all wanted to protect you." The group uttered their agreements. Ginny nodded. "And there's nothing wrong with that. None of us were hurt and that's an accomplishment in my book. And even though Hermione says we were outmatched, which we were," She quickly added at Hermione's judging glare and crossing arms. When she looked appeased Ginny turned back to Harry. "We were fantastic. Bloody fantastic and all because of you and your guidance during those DA meetings." She caressed Harry's cheek. He placed a hand on hers and smiled down at her. She smiled back.

Ron coughed loudly to remind the two that they weren't alone. Ginny pulled back with a blush and Harry looked to the ground with a shy grin. Ginny cleared her throat. "Point is, Harry, is we all made it out alive and with the prophecy too! We should be celebrating. Not freaking out over how many decades may be left before we're even born." He nodded and cleared his thoughts of ill intent. Just for the sake of his friends who need him right now. Not a guilt ridden shell of himself. He turned his head back to Hermione with a serious expression. She straightened herself up.

"That was really risky Hermione. Using something you don't even know anything about and at a battle no less." Hermione had the decency to look ashamed. Harry grinned down at her and lifted her head up with his hand. "Guess that old hat knew what it was doing when it put you into Gryffindor." She smiled back and nodded, a few tears building up.

"Yeah. I guess it did, didn't it?" Her voice was a little cracked as she held down some tears. Harry patted her back.

"We should find a newspaper or something. Like Ginny said, we could be decades away from us being born. We'll figure out what to do from there." The group nodded at Harry as they began to walk out of the alleyway. Ginny pulled Harry back and everyone else stopped to look at the pair.

"Wait Harry, we're in our robes! I'm guessing we're in a Muggle city instead of a wizard village. We don't want to attract any unnecessary attention." She quirked a small smile.

"Oh! I've got just the thing!" Hermione brought out a small pouch with a yarn string attached to it.

"What's that then?" Ron inquired as he tried to get a good look at it.

"It's a Mokeskin Pouch! You can put anything into it and only the owner can open it. I bought one during the last Hogsmeade trip. I put my whole trunk in here just in case we needed anything while we were at the Ministry." Ron gave her a doubting look.

"Your whole trunk? In that little thing?" Hermione quirked an eyebrow and opened the pouch. She looked Ron in the eye as she pulled out her trunk. Since it was shrunken she tilted it around in her fingers with a playful grin. Once she was sure everyone had gotten a good look she placed it on the ground and enlarged it with an Engorgio and a flick of her wand. "Well I'll be..." Ron trailed off and everyone laughed.

Hermione's trunk was much like the one Alastor Moody had possessed in his office with seven locks, one of which Hermione pointed her wand at and whispered, "Dumbledore's Army Triumphs." She then placed her wand within a lock and opened the compartment. In this particular one was a huge walk-in closet. Except they were looking in from above and not from a side. Neville gave Hermione a ludicrous look.

"How did you even to bring all of this?" He gulped out. She chuckled.

"Oh there's more." She started smugly. "This first one's for books both muggle and magical, the second's for school supplies, this third one's for clothes muggle and magical, the fourth one's just storage, fifth's for snacks, sixth is currency again muggle and magical, and the last one's where I keep on to things you've all asked me to." Ron looked away from the giant wardrobe to Hermione.

"Like what?"

"Well I've got Harry's Firebolt, invisibility cloak, and the Marauder's map. And I've got your set of wizard chess and a deck of exploding snap cards. Plus Neville's Remeberall and Ginny's Omnioculars. Haven't got anything of Luna's though since she's in Ravenclaw and we're all in Gryffindor." Luna smiled as everyone else stopped to gawk at Hermione.

"That's alright. I have everything I need right here." She pointed to her head with her wand and tapped it against her temple a few times, small sparks flying out of it.

"And about half of future Diagon Alley! Geez Hermione you've even got male's dress robes. Where did you get the money for all this?" Hermione smiled nervously and shrugged.

"It's more like I was in the Room of Hidden Things and just decided to put this stuff to good use is all." She was a bit stiff as she tried to appear casual. Ron laughed through his nose.

"You mean you stole it?" Hermione shrieked.

"No! I just borrowed it from the Room of Requirement!"

"I can't believe Hermione stole!"

"Ron!" Hermione hit his arm as he laughed.

Harry smiled at the two as he changed his robes to a flannel and a pair of jeans. They were a little big on him but fitting compared to Dudley's hand me downs. Luna wore a fading and flowing sundress, Neville in some shorts and a muggle T-shirt, Ginny had a blouse with butterfly sleeves and a high waisted skirt, Ron barely now finished putting on a dress shirt which looked complete with his black slacks, and Hermione had a polo shirt with a pair of khaki pants on. Harry grinned at Ron.

"What's with the get-up?" Ron blushed.

"It looked nice. Why're you wearing that?" He countered.

"Touché."

They all helped Hermione put the clothes in order once more and waited for her to pull out some Muggle money. Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna eyed the collection of quarters in various degrees of curiosity, then Hermione shrunk the trunk and placed it within her Mokeskin Pouch. Before she tied it off she placed the time turner within.

"Alright then Harry, lead the way!" Ginny cried as Hermione handed the money over to him with a smile. Harry nodded. He looked out of the alleyway to see the streets weren't preoccupied and motioned for them to stay. Harry went over to a newspaper stand and picked one up. The boy running the station was reading a picture book and paid him no mind. The date was June 18th, 1942. Exactly fifty three years in the past. Harry was unaware he was straining the paper until the paperboy spoke up.

"Excuse me sir, are you going to pay for that?" It was a muggle, probably, child with thin framed glasses and hazel eyes. His hair was a complete mess and was a light brown. He also seemed to be malnourished and dirty. Harry's eyes softened. He saw a bit of himself in this child.

"How much?" His voice softer than it could've been.

The young boy lightened up when he'd realized he would make a sale. "A nickel, sir!" Harry couldn't help but feel that the price was too low. Even if it was the 1940's it was just... Weird.

Harry looked at the amount Hermione had given him. Usually newspapers were two quarters in 1995 but she had given him a whole dollar just in case. He gently put the four quarters down on the table. The child looked so shocked. He began looking to Harry and then to the coins on the table in a repetitive motion. It really was funny if not a little sad.

"You want..." He took a bit to calculate the numbers in his head. "Twenty newspapers?!" Harry laughed and shook his head, slightly covering his mouth. The child looked a touch disappointed. "Oh well then here's your change, sir. Sorry for the misunderstanding." His head was a little lowered.

"Keep it."

The child snapped his head up fast. His eyes were filled with hope. "Are you sure, sir?" Harry grinned as he picked up a newspaper and nodded.

"Positive."

"Oh thank y-" The small child was cut off by a sudden loud noise. It was as though someone had exploded the building behind them. Looking up, Harry saw the building behind them had had a chunk blasted out of it and was now going to fall on them.

"Watch out!" He cried as he pulled himself and the child out of harm's way.

Harry and the boy had gotten scratched up from falling onto the pavement of the street but were otherwise alright. That didn't stop Harry from checking the boy after he had gotten up. "Are you alright...?" Harry realized that he hadn't even know the kid's name. The boy seemed to be pretty smart as he caught the reasoning behind Harry's pause.

"Harvey Potter, sir! And I'm fine thanks to you! I'll forever be in your debt!" Harry froze as he realized that he probably just saved his grandfather from death. He didn't have another moment to think as a mass of people wearing dark purple robes and wearing full face carnival masks started marching in, wands pointed.

"Destroy the neighborhood! Grindelwald's orders! NOW!"

The little boy trembled behind him. "We're gonna die Mister!" Harry looked down to Harvey and his face set in determination.

"Not on my watch Harvey, get behind me and stay out of the way." Harry pulled his wand out from his wand holster. He had strapped it onto his arm just to see if it'd be helpful during the battle. He distantly heard Harvey gasp. Do I really look like that much of a Muggle? Was his last thought as he charged at the opposing wizards.

"Expelliarmus!" He shouted out as many times he could get away with. Once three wizards had been disarmed the group had gotten over their initial shock. Clearly they hadn't expected any magical folks in these parts and if any, none of which who would oppose the Dark Lord Grindelwald.

"Impedimenta!" A witch directed at him. However it was weak and he was able to easily deflect it with a Finite Incantatem. He blinked in surprised. Aren't these adults? And dark wizards at that? Why did they use such an elementary spell? Or was it just the one woman?

"Harry!" He looked to the left to see Hermione and company rushing to his aid. It was almost like they were back in their proper time, fighting Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic.

"Incarcerous!" One of the few who hadn't already lost their wand or had had their own spells used against them called. Ginny casted Finite which was followed with Hermione countering with an Avis coupled with an Oppugno. Tropical birds flew to the offense and began pecking the life out of the disarmed army. Ron was helping Neville to Harry's right. The two cast a Reducto and a Petrificus Totalus respectively. Luna helped to shield Ginny and Hermione with multiple usage of Protego and Salvio Hexia. Harry too was in action and soon he called the last spell to take down the final enemy.

"Stupefy!" The woman Harry had targeted cried out and fell down, releasing her wand. The group waited a moment, still in position. When it was clear that everyone had been taken care of Harvey called out to Harry.

"That was amazing!" He jumped into Harry's arms and the group was no longer tense. They all laughed it out and didn't notice someone slip away in their excitement.

Gellert Grindelwald had sent his forces to rain terror upon a Muggle city around an hour ago. Despite his wariness to attacking in London of all places he found himself growing bored. Thus he had went to peek around the shops the small town had to offer. To be honest it didn't have much. Which was to be expected with the Muggle's Second World War in motion paired with its recent economic collapse.

This muggle city had only one saving feature, an old park. He had decided to take a rest on a bench which was dedicated to some Muggle he didn't recognize. He closed his eyes and let a small smile rest on his face as he listened to the wildlife around him. The peaceful serenity was shattered as one of his followers called out to him.

"My Lord!" He opened his eyes but still leaned back against the bench. This had better be good.

"What?" The idiot had the audacity to flinch away from his biting tone.

"We need... reinforcements." This time Grindelwald sat up, his relaxed posture giving way to a stern tense one.

"Reinforcements! You all had one job!" He bellowed. The masked man flinched back violently as his lord stood. Grindelwald almost backhanded him but reminded himself that patience was in fact a virtue. No matter how annoying. He shut his eyes and sighed through his nose. "Why?" He managed to bite out through clenched teeth.

His follower attempted to ease himself into a casual position at the question but he was tense. "We were defeated."

"Defeated?" His patience was running thin. No one defeated an entire fleet of Grindelwald's army and lived to tell about it. "By who?"

"It was... A boy. A-and his friends." Grindelwald had barely caught his whispered words. Oddly enough he was calm. He was so angry that his mind couldn't even process it and was forced to shut down.

"A boy?" He asked haughtily. The follower was barely able to nod. "Find him. I'll personally take care of it."

After all if he was planning on taking England from his dear old friend he couldn't have a mere school boy and his gang mucking up his reputation now could he?