The Auror's Tale Chapter 1: Before the Shift, a harry potter fanfic

The Auror's Tale

A Spinoff of Werewolf, Wolf and Dog, and The Wolf and the Dog

Chapter 1: Before the Shift

"I swear to you, Katja," said Professor David Williamson to Katja Wagner. Katja just happened to be Hermione Granger stuck in 1977, Harry Potter's Parents' Seventh Year. "I am Harry James Potter, son of James Charles Potter (currently a seventh year). I am also David James Harry Evans-Williamson, supposedly born 31 October 1935."

"Why Halloween?" asked Katja.

"It was the day I was going to get married," said the Auror simply. "It was also the day of my parents' death, so I wanted to bring some joy to the day."

Harry's/David's POV

After the Fall of Voldemort, you went back to classes, and Ron and I were at Auror training. As expected, you did fairly well on your NEWTs, getting some of the highest results in decades. You only missed out on the top defence spot of the year by a single point (I, of course, got the top score). Some of your other scores rivalled Dumbledore's.

I got through training quickly; Ron on the other hand, did not. He ended up washing out of the Academy in his fourth year. My Hermione and I decided to wait to get married until after my Auror's training. That decision has haunted me ever since.

You died, Hermione. A month before our wedding, you died. The Queen was going to be there, and you were killed in New York. You were on a business trip when some Muggle terrorists aimed a couple of planes into a couple of buildings there.

You didn't know about that? Of course you wouldn't. As you came back in time in one time-line, and were murdered in the other.

Ron and I both fell apart for a while after that. Ron failed out of Training, and I got more bad guys than anyone else for a couple of months before I just collapsed at the Ministry. I was given Healer's Orders to reduce my workload.

I knew that you would want me to move on, so a couple of years later, I married Ginny. We weren't as happy as we should have been, but there was always your shadow over our relationship. After I retired from the Force a couple years later, Luna Lovegood-Weasley, who had somehow become the Headmistress of Hogwarts, got me a job teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts.

After 50 years of teaching at Hogwarts, I was promoted to Headmaster.

A number of years later, a new Dark Lord started appearing in the far reaches of the Empire. Mostly, the places that the Wizards dumped all of their Squibs, like Australia, New Zealand, the Confederation of Magical North America.

By the time the Dark Lord returned to England, I was nearly 150. The Dark Lord's campaign turned out to be one of the bloodiest in history—if you were a pure-blood. The only half-bloods and Mundanes that he bothered were the ones who fought against him.

It was an additional slap in the face when I learned the identity of the new Dark Lord, who called himself Lord Zyviol. It was discovered that he was one of my great-grandsons, through Albus Severus (I think I was drunk when I named him—Al was born on the twelfth of September).

The Dark Lord eventually took over The Confederation of Magical North America. Most of the people were left alone, as there was a high percentage of people from non-pure backgrounds there. He was mostly using it as a staging ground from which to launch attacks against various countries.

After teaching for 50 years, and being Headmaster another 30, I stepped down, deciding to take an Apprentice in Defence Against the Dark Arts, capturing evil things, the like. My apprentice was one of my many nephews. Not actual 'nephew' but more like two or three 'Greats' in there. His name was Morgan Black; his mother was Hermione Weasley, daughter of Luna and Ron. She was named after you, of course.

It was the second time I had taken an Apprentice. I'm sure that you can guess who the first was.

When Chris, the Dark Lord, eventually came back to England and started his Reign of Terror, every newspaper was calling on me to stop him. I guess this is how Dumbledore felt, I thought. Both of us were called on as centenarians to defeat Dark Lords. With a heavy heart, I set out to stop him.

I soon found him.

"What have you done, Christopher?" I called to him. "You have allowed the Dark Magic to twist your mind, until now, until now you've become the very thing our family has sworn to destroy! You're supposed to defeat the Dark Lords, not join them! I have failed you, Christopher. I have failed you."

"You said it yourself, Grandfather," the Dark Lord replied. "Most of the Death Eaters were pure-bloods! I was simply trying to defeat the menace of the Purebloods! I see through the lies of the Light. I do not fear the Dark as you do. By eliminating the Purebloods, I will have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire!"

"Your new Empire?"

"I will kill you, Grandfather."

"The Dark Side is evil, Christopher! You turn your back on everything when you start down that path. I will do what I must to rid the world of Darkness."

"You will try."

What followed was a flurry of spells, unlike any the world had seen since Grindelwald was defeated by Albus Dumbledore. We both took heavy damage. Soon, though, we were both wounded critically. Christopher taunted me throughout the entire battle.

Damn it, he was fairly good. By that time, I was slowing down a bit, too, I suppose.

"You are weak, old man. You do not use the Power that is given you. If you really wanted to defeat me, you'd use your old wand—the Elder Wand, the Deathstick! When I left you, I was but the learner. Now I am the Master."

"You're only a Master of Evil, Christopher!"

Soon, both of us knew that we would make no further progress defeating the other, so I allowed him to escape to his base, and he allowed me to Apparate home. I got the news about my wounds fairly quickly. The healer at my mansion told me I was going to die in the next 24 hours.

I ordered her (her name was Jane, she was a niece), to gather the rest of the family here, and to tell them who did this. That the perpetrator was a Family member, and that they should get off their asses because it was a family matter now.

When I knew it was my time to go, I said goodbye to my family, and I fell asleep. I expected that sleep to be eternal. I was wrong.

Yes, Hermione of the universe Harry came from died in the 9/11 attacks. Yes, I quote from Star Wars: Episode III above

The story is canon (even with the epilogue) with the exception of the fact that Hermione is dead, and Ron is with Luna (until after the 19 years have past). By canon, I mean the books and not necessarily Pottermore