Chapter 1
"Harry? This is bad. You could cause yourself to cease existing." Hermione told him.
"Hermione, I've spent years researching time travel. There's one account, a young man's journal. He travels to the future and meets his daughter. But his daughters father never went to the future at all. There were two of him, his daughter was fine even though he never went home. This spell I used it's like… it's like it duplicates them. It's completely safe." Harry assured.
"Harry if you tell them the future, it could change everything." Hermione argued.
"It won't. Trust me." Harry sighed.
"Either of you planning on telling us what's going on?" The 16 year old Sirius questioned.
"Right, Um this is Hermione Granger and I'm Harry Potter. You're in the future. Where most of you are dead. Lily, you and James were killed by Voldemort himself when I was 16 months old. Sirius you fell through the veil of death a month ago." Harry explained.
"But that doesn't make any sense why would…" Lily started only to have her mouth covered by James hand.
"Harry? If Lily and I are dead? Who raised you?" James asked.
"Aunt Petunia and her Husband Vernon Dursley. Lily's sister." Harry answered confused by his father's actions.
"So you were raised by muggles that hate magic and let me guess Dumbledore sent Hagrid to introduce you to this world?" James asked.
"Yeah, what does it matter?" Harry questioned.
"Harry, we'll tell you later. How bout for now you just tell us everything that's happened in the last… however long it's been." James smiled.
"Well, when Voldemort came to kill you, he tied to kill me too. But because of my mother's sacrifice the curse rebounded. He died, sort of, for 13 years there was peace. But he came back a year ago, the ministry has only just acknowledged it. There's a prophecy about me and Voldemort, I'm suppose to have the power to kill him. One of us will kill the other." Harry explained. Then he continued to explain everything that had happened over the school years.
"Harry, we're not… we're not on Dumbledore's side." Sirius told him slowly. "You need to understand, Dumbledore hasn't been giving you all the information you need. He's been controlling you, by controlling what you know."
"What do you mean?" Harry questioned.
"Well first off there aren't nearly as many half-bloods as you seem to think there is. At least there wasn't in our time, and there probably isn't here either. People lie about that kind of thing when they don't want to be put with either extreme. Second there's probably only about 10 muggleborns in all 1000 students that attend Hogwarts and your friend Hermione isn't one of them." James said.
"What! Of course I am. My parents are dentists." Hermione objected.
"Well, yeah your parents are muggles and you were muggle raised. But category wise you're a reincarnated. It means some witch from the past did a spell to reincarnate themselves. They are like a past life to you and you inherit their abilities, their magical core, and their lineage. I'm one too. Ones born a few times every decade." Peter explained.
"How can you tell?" Hermione asked.
"Your magic, we can see it in your veins. It's pure, it a certain color that means rebirth. It's beautiful. Purebloods can see it, though you can turn it off so it doesn't get distracting. Some purebloods turn it off permanently and ignore it and what it means. That's what makes them blood traitors. That's how the mudblood thing started too. Looking at a muggle-borns blood, or the magic that flows through it, it's… well…" James said.
"Disgusting?" Sirius finished. "Gross, muddy, kind of like looking at crap."
"You could both see it if you want, most muggle raised kids subconsciously turn it off because it makes them uncomfortable and instead of training themselves to keep it off they just do so out of habit." Remus commented.
"But blood purity isn't really what the war's about, that's just what Dumbledore tells everyone. It's about culture. The muggle-borns and muggle raised kids forget that it's a different world they've stepped into, not all the same rules apply. And sometimes they succeed and over years it ruins us." Lily explained.
"We're both muggle raised, you're gonna have to be more specific." Harry said.
"Like house elves, how do you feel about them?" Lily asked.
"It's slavery!" Hermione is quick to answer.
"Hermione, did you know that free house elves die within 2 years if not much shorter. They cannot survive without the connection they have with a wizard family. And even if they could they are not human they are not the same as us, their sole purpose in life is to serve. It's it right of us to take that from them, their reason of living." Lily asked.
"I…" Hermione was speechless.
"And werewolves, they used to be a respected part of our community. They didn't bite magical children, just a few muggle ones, to make a pack. And once they had a pack, they didn't hurt anyone. They were happy, and we were happy. But the muggles were scared of them, and the muggle raised kids forced their fear into the magical community. Forced laws, to stop them from having families, homes, jobs, any possession of any kind. We don't treat them like they have a right to be alive. That fear affected their animal instinct, they attack and hurt and they can't stop. Just because muggle raised kids couldn't take the time to understand our world." Peter said.
"We will." Harry promised. "Teach us, help us understand. And we can help everyone else."
"We're not going to be able to go back are we?" James asked. "Like that guy from the story you read. We're stuck here."
"I'm sorry." Harry bowed his head.
"We have to tell Voldemort, that we are here. We have to find out what really happened. Voldemort wouldn't come after us just because of that prophecy. Something else was going on." Lily said.
"She's right, and you should come with us." Sirius told them. "Make peace. We may not be your parents or godparents. But we don't want you dead. At the very least you could be a friend."
Harry sighed but nodded. "I'm not taking his mark. Even if I do end up joining his side. I'm not getting a mark that everyone recognizes that will easily identify me as the enemy."
They appearated to a big office room. Voldemort was there reading something. He sighed and put his book down. He looked at them for a second before cocking his head to the side in confusion. "My favorite followers, before they died or turned against me. How is this possible?" He asked.
"It was me," Harry admitted. "I did a time travel spell. They're here permanently now, they can't go back." He bit his lip and looked away from those red eyes.
"Well, I can't say I'm upset about it, though you have every right to be if you want. I could sure use you here. And I have… missed you." Voldemort sighed.
"What happened? To James and I, I mean. Harry said you came after us because of a prophecy. That's what Dumbledore told him. What really happened?" Lily asked.
"I didn't want Harry, Dumbledore did. Unlike what he is telling people the prophecy is not about Harry and I at all. It's about Harry and a boy named Neville Longbottom. I don't know the specific words, but the two boys will have an incredible ability, something that could topple army's. He set it up so both boys would be orphans raised sheltered and easy to control. He destroyed Peter's mind, used him to trick me. I didn't know what I was doing until my own curse hit me. Peter found me again ruined my own mind for a year, I was mad when I returned to a body. By the time I snapped out of it, the damage was done. I was trying to get that prophecy to help you, Harry. But everything just keeps going wrong. Dumbledore is always there to screw it up." Voldemort explained.
"What can we do?" Sirius asked.
"Get in Hogwarts, I need someone watching Dumbledore. Make him believe you're on his side again. Secure everything at Hogwarts without him noticing. We need as many people on our side as possible, even if they're not willing to fight for it. We're also missing Regulus and Petunia. Petunia is as lost as the dead, I'm afraid. But I don't know about Regulus, he was tasked with protecting Harry then went off grid. Two of you will have that same task. One for Harry and one for the Neville boy. Peter I want you to work on a way of curing madness caused by the cruciatus curse. Remus, I want you to help this young lady here with her past life. Help her find her unfinished business." Voldemort ordered. "Harry, and I believe, Miss Granger? You are not my followers, nor have you sworn loyalty. So I can not give you an order. But I will ask of you to keep this secret."
"I would like to swear loyalty." Harry whispered.
"Harry!" Hermione protested.
"Hermione, what if this is the reason why people can't stop hating me. They never need much encouragement. It's because I'm fighting to destroy what they believe in, the way they think. And I've realised something they've been refusing to say out loud." Harry said. He turned to Lily. "Voldemort is your father, isn't he?"
Lily nodded, biting her lip. "Harry, you don't have to."
Harry smiled at her, then turned back to Voldemort. "I don't know how to do this. I'm not getting the mark, it's too obvious. But if you have something else."
"I wouldn't have marked you anyway. Just kneel down in front of me with your head down. Then give me your right arm and say, I swear upon my life, I will follow you and only you. You have my loyalty. Then if you do not mind I will give you a different mark, on your right arm, something easier to explain." Voldemort told him.
Harry gulped and knelt down. He gave his right arm up. "I swear upon my life. I will follow you and only you. You have my loyalty." Then he looked up into Voldemort's eyes and nodded. Voldemort put his wand to his arm and whispered a spell Harry could not hear. Harry continued to look into his red eyes.
Voldemort pulled him into a standing position and dropped his arm. He hugged him softly for just a second before releasing him. Harry looked down at his arm. Written there were the words, I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. Written above a black paw print.
"In honor of your fallen godfather." Voldemort explained.
"Harry, I trust your judgement. Though I won't be getting a tattoo at all, I'm afraid I'll upset my past life." Hermione said coming to kneel in front of the man just as Harry had done.
"Peter was the same. It is fine." Voldemort smiled kindly.
"I swear upon my life. I will follow you and only you. You have my loyalty." Hermione vowed. Then with Voldemort's nod, she stood up and returned to her spot.
"Harry, I task you with the job of finding that ability. If you have it, you have a right to it. Even if you do not wish to use it. I would also like you to come back at some point over the summer. I want to see if I can do something about our connection. It seems more harmful, than helpful to me." Voldemort informed him.
"You said earlier, something about losing Petunia…" Voldemort nodded confused. "She's your daughter too, right? And she's a witch, but something happened to her. She has new memories, she believes that she is a muggle. Am I right?"
"Yes," Voldemort answered.
Harry turned to Lily, "And you're not surprised, which means it's already happened in your time. If you can tell me the exact day, I can do the same I did for you. You could have your sister back."
"October 31, 1976." Lily whispered.
"Okay, any chance any of you have Basilisk blood on you?" Harry asked.
"I have some," Voldemort said walking over to the bookshelf and grabbing a vial. He handed it to Harry. "Will this be enough?"
"For one person, yes, just barely. I'm also gonna need Phoenix tears, any chance you've got any of that lying around?" Harry asked. Voldemort shook his head. "Well it's a good thing I have some left. Someone should be ready with a blanket."
Harry pulled out a very small vial from his pocket. It had a clear liquid inside. He held one vial in each hand. He started the spell in a murmur, his words could not be heard. He closed his eyes and crushed the vial of basilisk blood in his hand. The blood, mixed with his own started dripping to the flour. He continued to murmur the spell. He continued until all of it had dripped out of his hand. The he tipped the vial with the phoenix tears and let it spill out as well. He stepped back and fell silent. It looked like Petunia grew out of the ground, like the flower she was named after.
She collapsed to ground, Hermione was quickly there with the blanket to cover her naked body. "Lily?" Petunia asked her voice weak.
"I'm here, Sister." Lily promised hugging her.
"But… how did I get here? I was in muggle London, there was this man. He knew, he knew about me. How could he have known?" Petunia questioned with a sob.
"We're in the future, that man did horrible things to you. My future son, he saved you. But we're both stuck here now. In the future I mean, we can't go back." Lily explained.
"Miss Granger," Voldemort said. "I want you to help Petunia adjust."
Hermione nodded, and helped Petunia stand while keeping the blanket covering everything. "How are we supposed to get them into Hogwarts, sir. They won't have any records." Hermione asked.
"Ms McGonagall may not like me, but she loves James and Harry. If you explain to her, I'm sure she will help you." There was a knock on the door. "You must go now."
They appearated back to Hermione's house.
"I don't understand. McGonagall is Dumbledore's right hand… everything?" Harry muttered when they were all sat down. Hermione had gotten Petunia a robe to wear.
"Yeah, she's complicated." James shrugged. Sirius gave him a look. "Oh, right. You don't know. Minnie, well… she's my sister."
"Why didn't anyone tell me this?" Harry questioned shocked.
"Because most people don't know, it's all very hush hush. Technically she's only my half sister. Dad, he was still in school. She was the only living descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw. They were very young, it would have been a scandal. Then a year after Minnie was born, Susan, her mom. Was murdered, someone trying to destroy the Ravenclaw line. Minnie had to be kept secret for her own protection." James explained. "Anyway, we can trust her."
"I'll owl her." Hermione said. Her voice sounded a bit dazed.
(A/N: i don't own Harry Potter or the characters. I hope you like my vision of death eater Harry and Hermione. As well as my explanation on why the death eaters side is in the right. Please comment below.)