Author Note:- So this is a new Tomarry fanfic I've been working on. Also, I am going through some major illness in real life and I have serious writer's block with my other fanfics. So there is no guarantee how frequently I'll update this. I am currently only writing to cure my depression.
Chapter 1- Time-Travel
Harry:-
Harry Potter was sitting at the edge of his four-poster bed staring warily around the dormitory. His hands tightly gripped the soft sheets of his bed as he let out a sigh. It was three in the morning and he had woken up from yet another horrible nightmare involving Voldemort. He had seen all of it, all over again. His parents' death, Cedric's death, Voldemort's resurrection, it was enough to drive anyone crazy.
He got up slowly, making as little noise as possible and slipped into his shoes. He grabbed his wand and made his way to the Gryffindor common room where he sat down in a comfortable armchair besides the fire-place where the fire was now almost out. In the steadily increasing darkness he thought of Cedric Diggory's death. Harry remembered asking Cedric to touch the cup at the same time and win together. He had made the innocent suggestion which had led to Cedric's death and now he just couldn't get rid of that guilt.
He also thought of how the Daily Prophet was publishing horrid articles about him almost on a daily basis, especially ever since he had made the claim that Voldemort had returned. Harry thought of Voldemort's return and he almost felt his blood boil with rage.
What wouldn't he give to change what had happened a few weeks ago during the third task of the Triwizard tournament? He'd do anything to stop Voldemort's resurrection. Heck, he'd go in the past and kill a younger Tom Riddle if it was the only way of changing things.
Just as Harry was thinking these things, he saw a strange bluish light glowing from the window-sill of the common room. Feeling curious, Harry went over to check what it was and was quite surprised when he realized that it was a time-turner.
Harry couldn't understand who would leave a time-turner lying around like that on a window-sill. He gently picked it up in his hand and realized that it was warm to touch. Harry also noticed that it looked quite different compared to the time-turner Hermione had used in their third year. This one was a lot more heavier and had more hands.
As Harry was observing the device in his hands, he suddenly saw that the hands of that time-turner had started to move. At first they moved very slowly and then all of a sudden they started spinning rapidly.
"No, wait!" Harry shouted as he saw his surroundings disappear from around him. Everything was a rapidly changing blur for a few minutes and then all of a sudden Harry found himself being flung face forward on a hard stone floor which didn't really felt like the carpeted Gryffindor common room where he had been just a few minutes ago.
Harry quickly checked the pockets of his pajamas and realized that his wand, invisibility cloak and Marauders Map were still intact. He adjusted his glasses which had became askew due to falling so hard and slowly sat up.
He realized two things. First, that he was in the Headmaster's study. Second, that the time-turner had smashed into pieces.
"Well, now this is most unusual. I don't normally allow people to appear out of nowhere in my office," a calm but serious sounding voice spoke.
Harry turned around, and to his shock, saw Armando Dippet sitting in the Headmaster's chair and peering down at him curiously.
"Professor Dippet, how come you are here? And where is Dumbledore?" Harry asked feeling quite surprised by the sudden turn of events.
"I have been here for more than fifteen years boy!" Dippet exclaimed, "And Dumbledore would obviously be in his office."
"But this is his office, " Harry spoke, feeling more and more confused by the minute, "Dumbledore is the headmaster."
Now Dippet looked at him with a concerned expression, " Are you feeling alright boy? Did anyone used a confounding charm on you?"
"No!" Harry exclaimed. He couldn't understand how Dippet was in Dumbledore's place. From what he knew, Dippet had retired from the position of headmaster many years ago, and he had died a couple of years ago. There was no way he could be sitting in front of Harry right now.
Unless one thing had happened. Harry let out a low gasp as he stared at the broken time-turner lying across from him on the floor. From what he knew, time-turners could only transport people a few hours into the past. But this time-turner looked different and had weighed more. Could it be possible that what he was thinking had really happened?
"What year are you in, I don't remember your name?" Dippet asked him.
"Fourth year. And no, you won't know my name, I am Harry Potter," Harry told him.
"Harry Potter eh? No, I haven't heard your name before. Are you related to Fleamont Potter by any chance, he is in fifth year," Dippet said to him.
Harry closed his eyes. So it was indeed true. He had came back to his grandfather's time at Hogwarts.
"I am his grandson," he replied knowing very well that Dippet won't believe him.
Now Dippet looked truly concerned, "Potter, are you sure you are not hit by some spell or are not under the effects of some potion? You can't be Fleamont Potter's grandson. He is fifteen for Merlin's sake!"
"I have came from the future," Harry replied, feeling gutted as the truth finally hit him. He was really in the past. He picked up the broken pieces of the time-turner which had transported him into the past and said, "This was the time-turner which brought me over here."
"Well," Professor Dippet said, looking perplexed, "I feel like I either need to contact St. Mungo's or the Ministry. But for now, I'll take your word for it and send a word to the teachers. We need to discuss this properly."
Harry saw Professor Dippet do the talking-Patronus thing and send messages to various teachers. Harry hoped one of those teachers would be Dumbledore as he felt that he would be the only one having knowledge about advanced time-turners.
"In the meantime, you can take a sit over here, Mr. Potter," Dippet spoke in a slightly kind tone and gestured towards a chair in front of him.
Harry was still in a daze as he sat down on the chair. He hadn't expected time-travel to be the latest addition to his list of problems but he had a feeling that this was going to be one of the toughest problems ever to have came in his life.
Voldemort:-
Voldemort was pacing about in the large room of Malfoy Manor where he had moved shortly after being resurrected. His eyes shifted to a corner of the room where Wormtail was sitting, crouched down and shivering with fear. Voldemort wanted to curse that piece of annoyance then and there, except that he felt it would be really unnecessary and Wormtail did have his few uses.
Just then he heard a knock at the front-door of the manor. Voldemort knew who it would be already. The manor had been surrounded with the most stringent security curses and spells, ever since it had became Voldemort's headquarters. Only a select few people would be able to enter it. And they better not disappoint him.
He saw Narcissa Malfoy hurrying to open the door. There was a squeal of joy as Narcissa hugged her sister. Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Yaxley, Dolohov, Rowle and the Carrow siblings entered from behind Bellatrix Lestrange.
"My lord!" Bellatrix almost screamed with ecstasy upon seeing Voldemort, "You are alive and well! I was so worried about you."
"You needn't have worried about me Bella, you should have had faith in my power to return," Voldemort replied coldly, although he was satisfied to see his most loyal servant being rescued from Azkaban.
"I did had faith in you my lord. That's why I chose Azkaban instead of getting the easy way out like others. I knew you would rescue me someday," Bellatrix spoke in an insistent, imploring voice.
"I know you are faithful Bellatrix," Voldemort replied shortly, and then turned his attention towards Lucius Malfoy who had been asked to lead the mission of rescuing the Lestrange couple.
"What about Rodolphus, Lucius?" Voldemort asked him.
"My Lord, somehow the ministry found out about our plan. The aurors had reached Azkaban by the time we had rescued Bellatrix. There was no time to free Rodolphus," Lucius replied, looking ashamed of himself.
'As he should feel for not doing the mission assigned to him properly', Voldemort thought to himself.
"How come the Ministry found out about our plan? Who told them?" Voldemort asked harshly, glaring at all of his death-eaters. He inwardly hated ever teaching occlumency to them. Now it had became a constant problem of telling who was lying and who wasn't.
"My Lord, I am sure none of us told a thing to the Ministry. We are loyal to you," Rowle told him.
Voldemort eyed him for a moment and then gave his wand a tiny flick. The death-eater immediately started writhing with pain on the floor.
"You are sure of everyone's loyalty, are you Rowle? Don't say something which you can never be sure about," Voldemort told him in his high, cold voice and with another flick of his wand stopped the cruciatus curse.
"So-sorry my lord," Rowle gasped, as he got up.
"I am certain that one of us is a traitor and is working for either the ministry," Voldemort paused and eyed Lucius who worked at the ministry, "Or for Dumbledore," this time his eyes rested on Snape.
"But now is not the time to think about that. I will handle the traitor when the right time comes," Voldemort told them, and continued, "Now, do you all know why you have been called over here?"
"Yes my Lord," Bellatrix spoke in a rush, "The others told me that you have created a time-turner which can take people many years into the past. And we are going to use it and go in another time."
"Precisely, Bellatrix. There is someone in the past who can be of utmost importance to our cause if he became our ally. He is quite useless in the present but his past-self would be a highly useful ally," Voldemort told her. This mission was extremely important for Voldemort which was why he wanted his two most loyal and skilled followers out of Azkaban. But from the looks of it, he would have to make do with only one of them.
All of his followers were listening intently. He had selected the very best of his followers for this mission. Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, Severus Snape, Alecto and Amycus Carrow, Yaxley, Avery, Dolohov and Rowle. Wormtail was to remain behind. Voldemort couldn't see how he could be of any use in the past.
"My Lord, what will happen of our work in the present when we leave for the past?" Dolohov asked him.
"The remaining death-eaters will handle all the work. I want the best to come with me to the past," he enjoyed watching the pleased expressions on everyone's faces when Voldemort called them best, " We are merely going to alter an event in the past and speak to a very important person, and after that we will return to our time," he told them.
He paused for a moment and then ordered in his most dangerous voice, "Now, follow me inside. We have a lot of work to do."
He lead his death-eaters in a spacious room of the manor where the time-turner was arranged on a circular table. All of his followers started staring at the magical device with wonder in their eyes.
"Can this really take someone many years into the past, my lord?" Yaxley asked looking astonished.
"You dare question my ability Yaxley?" Voldemort asked him coldly.
"No my lord, I was merely surprised by the power of this device," Yaxley corrected himself immediately.
Voldemort glanced at the little bags which Amycus and Alecto Carrow held in their hands. The bags were enchanted to contain all the possessions of the death-eaters although on the outside they looked really small.
"Are all the preparations done?" he asked the two of them.
"Yes, my lord," Alecto Carrow replied respectfully.
Voldemort nodded and called his snake Nagini in parseltongue. The snake immediately came hissing, "My lord called me! Are we going somewhere?"
"We are leaving on a little trip Nagini," he told his snake, and smiled with satisfaction as the snake climbed upon his shoulders.
He saw Narcissa squeeze Lucius's hand before leaving the room. Voldemort looked away, the way he always did when fools displayed any kind of emotion. He thought it was a waste of time.
He took the time-turner in his hand and tapped his wand on it, muttering a complicated spell under his breath.
The hands of the time-turner started to move and slowly the surroundings around him and his death-eaters became blurry. The scenery kept changing until it finally became stable and Voldemort saw the Hogsmeade village the way it was in his childhood.
"Welcome to 1942," he said to his death-eaters, as a cruel smile formed on his face.
Harry:-
Harry Potter found himself eating a bunch of lemon-drops and staring at the entire staff of Hogwarts of the 1940s.
"What year are you from again?" a slightly fat and bald teacher asked him good-naturedly.
"1995," Harry replied, "It was almost the end of June when I was transported here."
"And this is the September of 1942," a stern looking witch spoke, "Which means that you have travelled more than fifty years into the past."
"Is he telling the truth Albus?" Dippet asked Dumbledore.
"Yes, Professor Dippet. This boy is really from the future," Dumbledore answered with a sigh and silently offered another lemon drop to Harry.
"But that's impossible Dumbledore!" the stern looking witch exclaimed, "Did you do your Legilimency properly?" Harry had no idea what this legilimency meant.
"I did it as well as I always do it Professor Merrythought, and I can assure you that this boy is telling us the truth. I actually saw images of my older-self and various events that prove him to be from the future in his memories," Dumbledore told her.
"But there is no time-turner in existence which can transport someone fifty years into the past," a much younger looking Professor Flitwick pointed out.
"Maybe not in our time Filius, but a time-turner like that could have been invented in the future," Dumbledore observed.
"But this time-turner is broken now. How are we supposed to send this boy back to his time?" a very concerned looking witch asked from the back.
"We will have to contact the ministry, they would know how to fix this time-turner. Besides, I think they ought to be informed anyways," Dippet told her.
Harry felt another pang of fear course through him as he heard this. He didn't trusted the ministry and was sure they would blame him for what has happened. . He didn't wanted to go to the Azkaban of 1940s for illegally time-travelling to the past, when he had no control on the time-turner to begin with.
"Armando, I think I might be able to fix the time-turner if given some time. Is it really necessary to inform the ministry?" Dumbledore asked him gently.
"What do you mean, Dumbledore?" Dippet asked looking confused.
"The ministry might take too harsh decisions and punish Mr. Potter for something that isn't his fault at all. I think we should keep this matter quiet for some time," Dumbledore suggested.
"But the ministry ought to be informed. Keeping the matter quiet would be against the rules," Professor Merrythought said to them.
Harry was feeling more and more worried and confused as he heard their discussion. He wasn't sure whether they were going to hand him over to the ministry or keep him hidden at Hogwarts.
"He might be from the future but he is still a student of this school. We should try to help him if we can," a tall and imposing looking man spoke.
"And I think I might be able to fix this time-turner given enough time," Dumbledore told Dippet.
Harry watched as others put forth more arguments. Some in his favor and some against him. Finally, Dippet spoke, "Alright, we will let Harry Potter stay as a student at our school for a month. If Dumbledore is not able to fix the time-turner within that period then I'll have to tell the ministry. Do you all agree to this?"
There were nods of assent from everyone.
"Are you okay with this decision Harry?" Dumbledore asked him.
"Yes, professor," Harry replied. He couldn't imagine how it would be to attend Hogwarts in the past. He hoped he wouldn't have too many problems.
"What should we tell the other students though?" the slightly fat but kind-faced teacher asked Dippet, "They will ask about the new student."
"We will tell them Harry is a transfer student, from Ilvermorny wizarding school in America," Dippet came up with the idea after thinking for a while. Everyone nodded upon hearing that.
"Potter is a widely-known name in the wizarding world. I think you should change your last name as well," Dumbledore instructed to him.
Harry thought for a while. He hadn't really had any idea for a last name. Then he remembered that his mother's last name had been Evans.
"How about Harry Evans?" he asked Dumbledore.
"That sounds excellent! Now maybe I should take Harry to the Gryffindor dormitory and introduce him to his new house-mates," Dumbledore suggested. Harry remembered that Dumbledore used to be the transfiguration teacher and Head of Gryffindor house before he became the Headmaster.
Dippet nodded but just then a voice from above their heads yelled, "Wait! You can't decide his house before properly sorting him!"
Harry looked up to see the sorting hat talking from its place on top of the cupboard. The hat's brim was twisted in a way which made it seem as though it had a mouth and it was frowning.
"But he has already told us that he is in Gryffindor?" Dippet asked the hat.
"That was in the future. Time-travel often results in slight personality changes or the awakening of personality traits which weren't dominant earlier. So it is necessary to sort him again, his house might have changed," the hat explained.
Harry felt devastated upon hearing that. Being a gryffindor had became a part of his identity. He didn't wanted it to change at any cost. He hoped his house would remain unchanged.
"Well, looks like you will have to be sorted again Harry," Dippet spoke with a sigh, "Ogg, can you remove the hat?"
The tall wizard who had been speaking earlier went to remove the hat and with a jolt Harry was reminded of Mrs. Weasley mentioning him. Harry remembered that Ogg used to be the gamekeeper before Hagrid got the post.
At Dippet's orders, Ogg placed the hat upon Harry's head.
"Ah, Harry Potter! Nice to meet you again," the hat spoke to him.
"Nice to meet you too. You will place me in Gryffindor, right?" Harry asked nervously.
"I am sorry Harry Potter, but you have changed a lot in the last few years. I think you might do better in another house. Yes, I can see you achieving greatness in that house," the hat said to him.
"Which house?" Harry asked, feeling worried. He hoped it to be anything other than the one house he despised the most.
"I think the perfect house for you would be- SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted out loudly.
Harry sat still in his place for some time. He couldn't believe what had just happened. The hat had placed him in Slytherin of all places. Harry remembered all the bullying, abuse and downright cruelty he had suffered at the hands of the Slytherins from his time. He couldn't see how it would be any different in this time.
"Now this is most unusual," headmaster Dippet commented, "A Gryffindor getting resorted into Slytherin? That's something I have never heard before."
"You would have made a good Gryffindor Harry," Dumbledore muttered looking disappointed. The old man seemed to have already taken a liking to Harry even though his past-self didn't knew much about him.
"Well, it looks like you are now in my house Harry. I am Professor Horace Slughorn, Head of Slytherin house," Slughorn introduced himself.
According to Harry, Slughorn at least looked a lot more nicer and kinder than Snape. And really that was the only thing Harry could appreciate about the situation, that Snape wasn't his Head of House.
He smiled at Slughorn but couldn't come up with anything to say. He was still in a shock about the whole time-travel and getting sorted into Slytherin thing.
"We should send the boy to Slytherin dormitory while we discuss more on this issue. He clearly needs some rest," Professor Merythought suggested.
"Yes, I'll just ask Tom to take him to the dormitory and-" but Slughorn didn't got to complete that sentence, for at that very moment Harry had spoken in a high pitch, his voice laced with fear,
"Tom? You don't mean Tom Riddle, right?" Harry asked, hoping against hope that his worst nightmare wasn't coming true. He didn't wanted to be at Hogwarts at the same time as Tom Riddle.
"Yes Tom Riddle, the fifth year Slytherin prefect. Do you know him in the future?" Slughorn asked suddenly looking very much interested.
"Considering our Tom, he must have became the Minister for Magic in the future," Dippet spoke fondly, "The kid's highly talented and ambitious."
Harry didn't knew what to say in response. He knew Tom Riddle had been an outstanding student while at Hogwarts but he could hardly tell them what had became of him in the future.
"The two of you would be in the same year, Harry," Dumbledore told him, watching Harry very closely for any reaction.
"Same year? But he is in fifth year and I am in fourth!" Harry exclaimed indignantly.
"You time-travelled in June, so you are already mostly done with your fourth year. It's best if you start fifth now. Just imagine that you missed your summer holidays," Dippet told him.
"Great," Harry mumbled to himself. Now not only was he stuck in the past but he was also going to be stuck with Tom Riddle for at least a month. Harry would have preferred an investigation by the ministry over it.
He saw Slughorn sending a message to Riddle and felt like his worst nightmare had just begun.
Author Note:- So I know there are a lot of stories written using this cliche, but it is one of my favorite themes so I wanted to give it a try. I'll try to make this as much different as possible.