To Save the Innocent

Harry Potter was at the time in his life when he was tired of being alone. He had spent the last year completely alone. After the death of his loved ones in the final battle Harry locked himself in Grimwald place and began to work. Even after the defeat of Voldermort Harry was driven to save everyone he could, even his friends who had passed away. For the last six months Harry was planning on a way to change the course of the wizarding world hopefully for the better. Harry sat in the library at Grimwald place pouring over ancient tombs that he hoped held the answers he sought. The room was growing cold with no one to care for the fire. The chair the Harry sat in was the only chair in the vast room. A single candle illuminated the dirty, dust covered walls only the table that Harry sat at was free of grime. The only sound was the clock over the mantle and the shallow breathing of the sole man in the room. Harry lets out another sigh as he closes the tomb he was reading. His eyes stray to the heavy brocade curtains that block out the piercing light of day. Harry surveyed his depressing surrounding before reaching into his pocket and pulling out two worn pictures. One was the old photograph of his parents as well Sirius and Remus on his parents wedding day. The second picture showed the smiling happy faces of Ron, Harry and Hermione long before the horrors of war cast shadows on their faces. Harry caressed both pictures lovingly before placing them back into his pocket and leaving the Library. In the hallway harry was hit by a wave of exhaustion and he stumbled into the bed that he vacated around midnight.

Five hours later Harry was jarred out of sleep after another nightmare of Hermione's face as she died. In the bathroom the harsh light illuminated the lines in Harry's face and the bags under his eyes. Six months of insomnia had taken its toll on Harry's body. His once tan skin had taken on a sickly yellow pallor; Harry's ribs could be seen as he pulled of his shirt to step into the cold spray of the shower. The only thing that allowed the weary body to stand under the pressure of the water was the feeling of hope. After all of this time harry was sure that he was close to a break through. Harry had recently discovered a book, in the back room of Flourish and Blott's, about time travel. The book explored methods and theories of time travel. At first harry only thought small he thought of going back in time just enough to save his friends but as he pondered this he remembered everyone who died and everyone who was effected by the war and that is when he got the idea to save the world by saving Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Harry had been working on this plan for a week he was tired of his Gryffindor tendencies getting him into trouble. For the last week harry was busy fabricating an identity that would allow him to adopt Tom Riddle and hopefully save the world. Harry created the identity Harold Olari, the Olar family was an old but poor English family who's lined ended well before the 1940's. Harry hoped that the name would not be recognized and that the ministry would assume that he was of no real importance. Harry also removed a large sum of money out of the Potter and Black vaults so that he could buy a house and provide for the young Riddle. After his week of preparation Harry was sure that he was ready to start the ritual all of the money was ready in a bottomless and feather light pouch. Also all of the proper documents were created to authenticate his new identity. Harry mulled over his plans as the spray of the water heated up. Harry was still standing under the spray 20 minutes later. He stood in the cocoon of warm steam. Harry did not want to leave and face the harsh light but the thought of his friends and family forced him out of the shower. Harry quickly dressed in the clothes that he ordered specifically for this day. Harry walked into the only clean room in the abandoned house. The pockets of his traveling clock where the bag of money his paperwork and the two pictures.

Moonlight illuminated the runes that had been carved into the wood floor. The room was empty except for a chalice that was filled with a silver potion. The potion had absorbed the power of the runes after 24 hours the only thing separating this potion from a poison were the runes. Harry slowly walked into the room he walked into the center of the room, picked up the chalice, spoke the incantation, drank the potion, and then he winked out of sight. The feeling of both a time turner and a portkey greeted Harry after he drank the potion. The feeling lasted for only a few minutes and Harry stumbled into a dark alley. The smell of sewage overpowered him as he lost conciseness.

Chapter 2

"Who do you think he is?"

"Probly just some drunk, see what's in his pockets." A voice said. Something rustled in his pocket.

"What are you boys doing?" A woman shouted.

Both boys replied in unison "Nothing."

Harry slowly sat up and looked around blearily. He saw the outline of the two small boys and the outline of the women who had awoken him. "You boys go back home and get your pa." The boys continued to stare at the stranger. "I said go home now boys." A hard look as well as her tone of voice had the boys scurrying home. The women looked down at Harry and offered him her hand. Harry looked at her gratefully before grabbing her hand and extracting himself from the pile of filth he landed in. "We'll take you home and get you cleaned up" She said. Her voice washed over Harry it had been months since anyone had said anything to him in a caring manner. Harry leaned against her as they walked down the cobblestone street.

"Where am I? Who are you? What year is it?" Harry said. His voice was steadier than his body.

"Well we're in a small town on the coast of England, I'm Mrs. Turner I run the inn down the street those two boys are mine. They really much nicer then they seem. Oh, and it is September 25, 1941." Harry nodded as he leaned against her soft warm body. The folds of her skin enveloped his arm as he leaned against her and the smell of sweat and detergent hit his nostrils. The feeling of triumph and happiness washed over harry as he realized that the potion had worked. It had sensed his intent and sent him to the proper time and place. As they neared the inn harry pulled away from the Mrs. Turner and assessed his situation he was filthy but he still had all of the items he had left with.

Mrs. Turner would not let him into the inn smelling as he did so he walked around back and one of the children brought him a bucket of water and a new pair of clothes. Harry quickly washed and changed before heading into the small inn. The kitchen was warm and loud harry was reminded of the Weasley's kitchen before the war had started only without magic. Mrs. Turner was standing over the stove stirring numerous pots beside her a young girl who harry assumed was her daughter stood cutting vegetables. Harry hesitantly approached the pair both were engrossed in their work and did not turn for a moment. When Mrs. Turner turned around to get more water she saw Harry and directed him towards another door that leads to the front room. Harry walked into the room only one man sat in a large chair in front of the fire but as Harry approached he got up and smiled. He was a robust man in his 50's he looked at Harry and said, "You must be the stranger from the alley, I'm Mr. Turner I run the front desk her at the Traveler's inn. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Fifteen minutes later Harry was shown to room number 3. Mr. Turner tried to give Harry a discount on the room but Harry refused and threatened to leave if he could not pay full price. Harry stayed at the inn for three weeks before he could find the perfect property to buy. The house was a two story cottage near the beach. It was extremely old and in need of repair but with the help of the Turner's Harry got the house acceptable for a child to live there. In no way was the house complete but the house was safe to live in and two rooms were ready for occupants. On October 27 Harry said goodbye to the Turner's and officially moved in. The first day in his new house Harry stood in the doorway and surveyed the living room. It contained only a coach and a fireplace but Harry's two photograph's were hanging on the wall under multiple wards for protection.

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