So this story hit me early December. Well not this story, but this ended up being developed because of it. This will be a combination of various Point of Divergence type AU ideas that came to me. But some things are of course to be expected. Like Harry getting a Harem, or something close to one. But that's for the next part. This part is meant to cover all the way trough third year, though I may change it to the end of second year. Not decided yet.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, this would not be Fanfiction.
Chapter- 1
1986
Another new class to introduce to Transfiguration, this will be the new
Gryffindor's and Slytherin's. How Dumbledore would think it would make inter-house unity any easier was anyone's guess. But her job as a teacher is first and foremost to impart her knowledge. And of course, to keep the students from each other's throats. It's gotten easier.
The first few students trickled in and took their seats. Amongst them the newest Weasley. Percy, wasn't it? She took a quick look at her class list. And indeed, it was. The bell chimed and she took her class roll call before she started them on the first assignment. Matchstick to a needle. Not the most exciting of things, nor the most usable. But it was an easy and simple spell. Sometimes she felt a bit miffed about how so few of her first and second-year syllabus was usable for her students in the long term. While even the first year Charms syllabus contained spells that most students would use for their entire lives. As she walked around the Classroom and corrected her student's on their wand form or on their pronunciation of the spell, she noticed a smell that should no longer exist. The man of whom it existed had died just short of five years ago. No matter it's possible another one of these people are as lazy as him and have managed to produce it as well.
Though he began to smell like that in his fifth year. As she retook her place at her desk she remembered what it was she had told James and Sirius during one of their detentions in the spring of their fifth year. Peter smells like a rat nest with at least one dead rat, Sirius smells like a dog that has just walked out of the Black Lake on a midsummer day, and James smells like a wet berry bush. The look in their eyes said it all. They were animaguses. Though she could never figure out what form James' had. But above all else she was proud of them. They tried to help their friend, even though she was weary every day after the full moon if that was the day she would discover that they had been bitten and that it had infected them anyway.
And the class was over with. How time flies when one remembers happier times. Well, in personal events at least. Right, Gryffindor and Slytherin was the last class before lunch. And with that Minerva went to her Office and had her lunch. But as she finished it she started to see something.
She sat in front of a mirror. She was talking slowly. "If I.. or rather you see this. Then We must've seen something or come in contact with something that contradicts with the known story of the last few months. Please let it be that Black did not betray the Potter's. Well, that is not something I want to spend time predicting. So, whatever it is, return Harry Potter to one of his Guardians as soon as you can. He is placed at nr 4. Private Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. At this time, the only one I can recall that is still alive is Andromeda Tonks, Amelia Bones, And off course us. Me. You. This is an odd experience. Hopefully, you understand it. If not then, this have all been for nought."
Right. Now, what was that? Why do I care? We finally have a lead as to where Harry is. OK, third year Hufflepuff, when are they? Last class of the day. Good, good. It was not long before the class after Lunch started and she had to be there. And another class went by. This was a second year one.
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. As it was the first class of the term they were only reviewing some of the more notable spells they learned last year. But with children that meant that she still had to keep her eyes on them, lest they try to transfigure each other, and that would only have bad results.
The class ticked by as it usually did. And her locked memory kept ringing in her head. Not even when the third year
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws entered her class did she note that they were there. First, when the bell chimed did she come out of her stupor and took her roll call before starting them on their class assignment. They all knew that the odds of actually being done in class were slim, at least so early in the year. Teapot to Tortoise. It took some of the better students until the halfway mark of the class before they got it right. And she was again dismissing her class.
Only barely remembering to say. "Miss Tonks. If you would follow me please." As she rose and walked over to the door. The girl seemed to think it over for barely a moment before she followed. Her hair seemed to be red today. Odd, that was usually the colour she got when she was either embarrassed or angry. She could never recall the shade it was coloured. Leading her into her office the young girl looked around once or twice, halting when she saw a picture on the fireplace mantle. Oh, right. The picture was off her and Harry on Harry's birthday. With Lily and Andi sitting on either side of them. "Please take a seat," Minerva said as she took her own behind her desk. She took a closer look at the thirteen-year-old girl that sat in front of her. She was indeed a good Metamorph if she could hide her sadness so quickly. Andi had told her before Dora started at Hogwarts that she still heard her wonder about Harry at night every now and then. But now she was as if she hadn't seen that picture for the first time in probably five or four years.
"What is it you wanted to talk about? She asked as she looked at her. Her eyes changing from their normal dark brown to a light green.
"I wanted to ask you to attach something to your weekly letter to your mother." Minerva started as she composed it in her head.
"'The boy is with the Aunt on the wrong side'. Your mother will know what it means and figure it out from there." She said.
"'The boy is with the Aunt on the wrong side?' What does that mean?" Dora asked quietly as she looked at her. "It'll be a surprise," Minerva said with a genuine smile. "Alright, Professor," Dora said as she got up and left the office. Minerva sat there and looked at the door. Hoping as much as she had ever hoped anything before that what she had seen earlier was real. And not an imagination. She was not going to meet Amelia until Saturday. And today was Wednesday. Meaning that odds were that Harry would be safe before they started a search.
So this is the first chapter, I'll try to update this and it's sister-like Time Travel story on alternative weeks. AoTH will hopefully be back by summer. It'll get a rewrite, that'll hopefully improve it. I had so many ideas for that story that I want to incorporate into it that I don't want to disband straight away. Anyway, this is it until next chapter.
