Hello. This is the TimeTravel companion to my AU story. HP: Raised by the Tonks'. This story will honestly foreshadow or reveal some things earlier than it will in that story. So be forewarned.
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Prologue
Hermione sits in the HQ of Potter's Army underneath Paris. Not much remains above ground. It's either been nuked or is dealing with the Nuclear Winter. Above ground is for offenses. Around her is the Circle. The Liutenants of the Army. As of five years ago she is the General of the army. They are in a meeting about what their options are. Most of the Order is gone, and few remains of the Original Circle. Few of their best remains.
A woman dressed in dark green and black clothes enter the chamber. Only the scouts and R&D is allowed entrance into the chambers while a meeting is in session. "What is it?" Hermione asks with a raised brow. Time is short. They have been on the defensive for a long time now. Only the Claw's can help them win now. The Twin pair's turn to look at the scout. Astoria Greengrass, the only actual Slytherin to wear that set of clothes. Her sister had died while trying to get to the port key point.
"A Death Eater attack. We expect it to hit in less than two hours." She said quickly and clearly. "Shall we evacuate?" She adds after a moment as the members of the Circle looks at each other. "We'll have to..." Neville begins.
"No. Padma? Luna? how is progress going on the final arithmetic calculations and Rune relay's?" Hermione says to stop him.
"We've finished the Arithmetic calculations. But without a final calculations after the Rune's been finished we can't know for sure." Padma said while looking at Luna. Luna sit two spots down from Hermione's Right.
"We've not been able to figure out which of three runes are best for the final slot of the sequence. But it should be manageable to figure out in an hour." Luna said with a serious face.
"Alright. Set the Griff's up in their positions, Claw's and Badgers in theirs." Hermione says as she looks dead ahead on the girl.
"Yes, Ma'am." she says before she leaves the chamber.
Hermione looks to her left and lay a hard gaze onto Neville. Already knowing that he would not let this go so easily. "We have not choice Nev. Their fear of us is lessening by the day. The only reason they still fear us is because they fear that we all can do what Susan did in Iceland. We need to either go back, or die trying."
Hermione looks around the Table. Padma and Fred, Parivati and George. They look happily resigned somehow. Hannah, sad of-course. Not unexpected, only Neville can help her these days. Like Susan did for me... Like Fleur still does for me. Like I did for Harry. Krum looks as if this was normal, though for him it almost is. He always had the worst luck of being there when the Death Eather pulled an all out attack. Not unlike myself. Bill, like Neville was not too happy about it all. But they agreed that it was probably for the best. Fleur seemed unhappily resigned. She knew it was necessary, but was not happy about it. Luna of course seemed excited about it all. Like it was an adventure just waiting to happen.
"You all know what to do?" Hermione asks of them. Only Neville hesitated to nod. "Good, we have roughly an hour and a half. Get going." Hermione says as she rises. All the members take on their dark red and matte gold robes or their dark blue and matte silver robes. Signifying Combat or Research. Only a single Yellow and Bronze robe for Hannah that signify Support.
Hermione leaves the chamber with Fleur following just behind her. After a few hallway's Fleur broke the silence "We are a week early." She said simply.
"I know." Hermione answered simply as she ducked into the General's quarters as it was called. It was quite simple. Harry never would accepted having anything the other's couldn't have and she did not want to change that. Not that it wasn't comfy. It just didn't look good. Furnished with two sofa's and a few chairs and tables the living room was quite simple. One door led to the bedroom and another led to potions lab and another led to the workshop.
Quickly Hermione entered the workshop and grabbed her Rune kit as well as a pre-made potion. There were several servings of it in the small pouch that held the vials. But she had a feeling only two would be used. She and Fleur quickly left the Circle's chambers. "How is it that they've got the balls to attack Headquarters all of a sudden?" Hermione asks as they enter one of the common areas. Around her she sees Griffins fastening their handguns or slinging rifles or shotguns over their backs as they prepare for the battle.
"I don't know. From what we know they have never known where out Headquarter is, but they are sure that it is no place they've attacked before is it. Perhaps they think we would use their lack of knowing as our defence. Meaning they think we have few actual Griffins here." Fleur said sincerely.
"That vould be their last mistake then." One of the men from the Baltic said as he came over to them. After a second Hermione recognize him as Krum's younger brother.
"I am sure it will be." Hermione told the man that was barely two years her junior. A nod of hello to the group as a whole and the General and her Right hand Captain was on their way again.
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They never did learn how to shield against bullets. Only apperation worked for them. But only against our Snipers, and then only against our 'visible' ones. Those with silencer usually worked in tandem with those without. Making it seem like there was something wrong. They never seemed to figure out how that worked.
Two years. Two years I was the leader of the PA before I lost my last remaining rock. Susan. Iceland, that was a disaster. We knew that they knew where the base was. And we knew that they knew that it was on that years roster of Circle Meetings. Yet we did not buff up the security. Why? Pride. Ever the downfall of men. They feared us, we still feared them. But we were so good on the defensive. Never lost a base. But they attacked with all they had. Every Death Eater between the age of 17 and 30. Several lieutenant DE's. And one Inner Circle member. Whatever Susan did, it killed every DE within 100 yard of her. But no one else. We never understood what she did. And I honestly think the Claw's are afraid to find out. The most common theory is a Core detonation. Pure will of ending her enemies while ending herself.
How we only lost Susan amongst our Circle I'll never know. But we're losing this war.
Ever since the DA separated from the Order of the Phoenix we've been losing. We needed to do it. All of us knew it. Yet, that was the moment we lost this war.
They wanted us to sit around and patiently await turning 17, and we wanted to be of use. Even Harry would have been happy just to make potions and perform research. Half of Gryffindor, most of Hufflepuff and the entirety off of Ravenclaw was. But no. It was 17 or older.
They did not give us that. The meeting in which that was decided was most likely the one in which me and Susan was established as Harry's captains. His second in command in the DA, or as the PA as we called it ourselves after Dumbledore's death, but it never became clear until after this point.
We saw that Sirius disagreed. Remus probably did to, but he was gone at the time. Tonks did too. Most thought her hair turned red when she was angry, but they were wrong. Red is embarrassment. White or silver on the other hand is the colour of her hair while angry.
After Harry's death, Sirius went off the deep end. Or so we heard when Tonks visited us afterwards. He had been drinking off and on for a week. Talking to himself about what he could have done differently. What he could do to avenge Harry's death. As well as the death's of James and Lily. Ted and Andromeda, Tonk's parents. Then the news came to him that Voldemort had made Hogwarts into his headquarters. That did not sit right with him. And the news that Pettigrew was there as well made his mind up on the matter. But the second piece of news. That Pettigrew had set things up so that Harry's group would face them that day. Set up Potter's Final Duel.
It has been so long. Eight years is it? Yes. Something like that. Barely two days after Dumbledore's expulsion from Hogwarts the Death Eater's attack Hogsmeade and started for Hogwarts. Only the timely arrival of Dumbledore saved them. For an Hour Dumbledore fed the wards. For an Hour McGonegall had made portkey's to send everyone and their things to a select few places. The DA members and a few others were sent to Grimauld place. For an hour the DA had taken the Hogwarts library, the Ravenclaw library and most of what they could from the Room of Hidden Things. By the end of the Hour all of Hogwarts was evacuated.
By the end of the Hour only Dumbledore and Snape was left. After Half an Hour, Fawkes came to Harry with a wand, and the sorting hat. Fawkes. He has not been seen since Harry died. He had once been Dumbledore's familiar and for three years he had been Harry's familiar.
We the DA and their families left England more or less the next day. Only Me, Harry and Susan was at Nr. 12. Only the Weasley's did not go with their children. The next day an alliance was formed between most of Europe to contain the Death Eater's to Britain. It lasted a short while.
Three days after Dumbledore's Death Harry went to Gringotts. On his way back he was attacked by Death Eater's and Voldemort. Between them they managed to tear down the wards of Diagon Alley and their battle spilled out into the Muggle side. It was the fifth encounter between Harry and Voldemort. And it was the first time Voldemort was injured by Harry. Eight Death Eather's dead, two Order Guards dead. And the Entire world knew that there were people with power's beyond the norm.
That encounter reinforced the Rule of no one but those living there or owning a business there is allowed to use magic beyond third year level in magical neighbourhoods throughout the world. At least throughout the Old World.
Three years pass and Harry and Voldemort face each other time and time again. At the end it was their 31st encounter. Potter's Last Duel. His last Stand. Next to him was all the right people to push his buttons. Snape, the murderer of Dumbledore. Pettigrew, the betrayer of his parents. And Lucius and Draco Malfoy. All of them could probably get him angry enough on his own. Even before we could begin the engagement Harry did something that none of us saw coming. He touched a crystal he carried on a chain around his neck. He never mentioned anything about it, and we never asked about it.
Every PA member was pushed away from the street we were in. Only Harry was left there. Only him and the Death Eather's. All of the PA and the few Order members that worked with us sat and waited. None of dared speak. It was a long duel, Harry knew what he was doing, gun, wand or sword. He knew what to do and when to do it. But even so he could not kill them. Not until the end. As he was finally hit with a blood boiling hex, a purple cutting curse and a bone breaking hex he managed to shoot Lucius in the heart and cut Snape's head off.
Hermione entered one of the Non Magical common room's as she continued her descend. Around her was men and women putting on their armour and grabbing their weapons of choice. Sword, shotgun, rifle, sub-machine-gun, assault rifle and pistol's was on rack's in two armouries on most common room's.
She left it for the next set of stairs.
Most of the PA called it Potter's Last Stand instead. Harry was not the worlds most powerful wizard. Above mostly anyone? Sure. The ward stones he carried established a perimeter and forced everyone without the Mark to be banished from it's sphere. Only he as the source point was left inside. And from the look of his face, it was not by design. It's one flaw. It may not have been on the scale of Dumbledore vs Grindewald, but it certainly was beyond average. One vs Five makes it quite easy to see that. Harry killed Snape and Malfoy the elder. A feat on it's own considering everyone he faced off against.
Sirius was killed apparently trying to duel Voldemort and his entire Inner Circle at once. He lasted a while. Not that it helped us much. Knowing him, he would have hung on for longer just out of spite for the man. Neville was quite saddened when he heard. Understandable as his own parents were tortured into being a shell of who they were.
Barely three months later we heard that Tonks was killed during a raid of one of the Death Eater Bases in Germany. Her hair never returned to it's pink state. The times we saw her after the Schism, we only saw it as white. After Harry died, it turned a light brown for a short while. But it was apparent for all of the PA that she was angry. At who or about what we never figured out. She was one of the few Order members that took us seriously. There were more of us, and we trained both muggle and magic.
Her killers? Based on Astoria's report. Ronald Billius Weasley, and Ginerva Molly Weasley. She came back to our base in Milan and was shouting to every Weasley she saw. Luckily it wasn't the twins. Not that it was that much better. Bill and Charlie can get quite vicious when they're riled up enough. Long story short, Ron and Ginny turned on us a month after Harry died.
A year later we received a bloodied Remus. The werewolves he was with that month recognised him and attacked. He had barely managed to get away. Upon receiving the news that Harry and Sirius was dead he barely ate any more. That cemented us in refusing to aid any and all Order missions until further notice. Three months later he was killed in a Death Eater attack on the base he was in.
And here I am. The HQ, more specifically. The graveyard. In a triangle we have Harry, Susan and Tonks. While most of the PA have no clue why Tonks was angry, and why she grieved so much after Harry died. I know. I was the Circle member who cleaned out her room. She kept most of her things at her Room in HQ it seemed like. A diary. Obviously a compilation of her Diaries since she was 6. Since the Summer of '81. Harry was her Fourth cousin Twice removed. She had loved looking out for him, even with the age gap. Though it seemed like she looked on him as a living doll for those short few months. After Halloween, she was confused. No more Uncle James, or Aunt Lily. There wasn't even any Uncle Sirri. But worst of all Cousin Arry was gone!
A few weeks later she hears that Uncle Sirri had betrayed them to the Bad Man who shouldn't be named. Between that Christmas and turning 11 she did not think about Harry too much. Though her mother was still trying to find him at that time. But she had to let it go and focus on her own life. At the age of 17. Her last year of Hogwarts she got her wish. In a sense. She had seen Harry at the sorting feast. But she did not have the courage to approach him and tell him then.
The few times she had seen him in the corridors she hoped that he'd recognize her, but he never did. She had written that she was confused over that as she had not changed. Had she? She wasn't sure any more.
Over that Christmas Break she had tried to ask her mother. But all she would say was this: "It was a long time ago, he was barely a 14 months old the last time you saw each other. He may not even recall your name, much less your face or hair. If I recall you favoured to play with shades of colour at the time. The whites was the last you did while he was around."
But the cousin she had loved for nearly one and a half year never understood it. Once he had squinted because her hair managed to reflect the sun and she got her hopes up. But he never said or did anything beyond that.
She started questioning why it bothered her so much that Harry did not recognize her after that incident. It was first halfway trough her first year of Auror training that she found it. Or at least, a part of the puzzle. She was if nothing else attached to or deeply affectionate to her Cousin. It scared her for a while as she knew that Incest was bad. But doubly so for the Wizarding world. But a day with her Mom told her that while yes it was bad. It was less problematic as Lily and her dad was not closely related at all.
Between then and her first year as an auror she tried to find someone her own age. But it did not seem to work. They always wanted her to look different than she herself wanted to.
The summer after Harry's fourth year she became a member of the Order of the Phoenix after a suggestion by Moody. And by order of Amelia Bones. She was a two way spy between the Order and the Head of the DMLE.
What she learned that summer did not please her at all, or her Mom. Harry was living with the Dursley's. And it seemed like Dumbledore knew about it. Both Dumbledore and the Dursley had lied to Andy about Harry's whereabouts.
Her time spent at nr 12 that summer she spent as much time as she could to try to get to know her cousin. Trough me, Ginny, Ron and the Twins.
The following summer she overheard Harry telling me that he recalled his dad and Sirius transforming into their animagus forms. That was about a week before we made our ultimatum to the Order. Her hair remained white since then except when she mourned his death along with her parents and Uncle.
W-O-W
As I take a seat near their graves and methodologically take out the items needed for the ritual. Red Wizarding sand. White Wizarding sand. Black Wizarding sand. Yellow Wizarding sand. Green Wizarding Sand. Blue Wizarding sand. All of it was used to draw an intricate Grace meant for time displacement of souls. All of it meant to send herself back to her own first year. If not a year or two further. Along with the grace comes the runes meant to guide the specifics. The When. The How. The Why.
Luna comes up behind us and asks. "Place for one more?" So simple a question from the girl with the dreamy look on her face all the time.
We remove the headstones and draw it over their graves. We draw the grace in silence. The main colour of it is white for purity, only the boundary of death is made of black. Red for blood. Blue for wisdom is used here and there. Various rune clusters are made of colours depending on function.
Fifteen minutes later I take a break and take a look over the wizarding map of the base. Each name is marked with a Red Gryffin, a Blue Raven or a Yellow Badger for the Wizarding defenders. The Muggle defenders have a Red dot, a Blue dot or a Yellow dot to signify their speciality.
The Offenders are all marked by a simple green triangle. Behind Neville she spots a few names. Ginny, Ron and Draco. Neville is too distracted in a duel with Bellatrix to spot the enemies behind.
Before I can get the radio and tell him it happens. Nevilles name bobs forward unexpectedly and Bellatrix stops in place for a second. A moment later Bellatrix seems to stand up. Another moment later his name fades away. "Please work." I say as I pack the map up into my robes and rejoin Fleur and Luna inside the centre of the Grace.
We slit our wrist and grasps our wrist together, and begin to chant. Luna never questioned why we performed it over the graves. I'm not sure myself. But It made me feel safer. Somehow the corpse of a husband that's been dead for the last five year makes me feel safe. Not sure if that's love or foolishness. Fleur probably questioned it, not that she cared, she was the one who helped me and Susan the most in the aftermath of it. I know she had slept with him, he'd never not tell me. Maybe I should have been angry or feel betrayed. But Fleur was always the instigator, most think Veela's an overly sexual creature, in some ways perhaps but not to the degree that they've gotten an reputation for. Or maybe that's the pureblooded ones, though that is not a distinction that is easy to make.
I know Luna feel the same way. She only truly let Harry touch her without her needing to see you first. As far as I know they were together three times. Two of them I was there for. Besides, me, Harry, Susan and Fleur she only had one friend. A boy named Newt Scamander. He died in the first full scale battle between the PA and the D.E's. I think she may have feelings for him, whether that is because of who his grandfather was or not is a different question.
Susan. She had been an ad-hoced member of our marriage. I was one captain and she was the other. Not that it was the reason I voted Luna into becoming the new captain not at all. Well, sure it was. Susan was probably as much married to Harry as I was less than a month after us getting together.
We chant the last line and the world simply feels gone.
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Harry stand with Susan and Tonks everything around them is white. "What is going on?" He asks as he looks to the other two.
"I've got no idea." Susan says and looks to the older witch.
"Dora?" Lily's voice rings out to them.
"Yes." Tonks replies.
"It's OK. You love him. That's all that matters." James answers.
"That's right." Another voice chimes in Leanore. Susan's mother.
"I envy your son James. He seems to have almost all of the pretty girls his age around his finger without realising it. But he have no idea about how to exploit it." Sirius cut in.
"What if he's to good to do that then!" at least three rather angry witches threw at him.
Harry looks at Susan and Tonks. They were getting younger and fading away.
"What is going on?" Harry yells again. This time sounding more like 12 than 20.
"Good luck. Son." James says softly. By how easy it was to hear. Harry thinks that he's next to the white barrier between them.
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Harry wakes up in the cupboard. He lies with his feet straight and his arms clasped over his chest. On it is his wand.
He lie there and wonders what's wrong. Why aren't I with Mom and Dad, Sirius and Remus. Grandma and Grandpa. The Tonks' or Susan and her Parents, aunts and uncles. Remus' Mom and Dad.
That was the large group he'd recalled spending time with in the last few years. Or it felt like years. But one thing was for sure. He was not meant to be in a cupboard. There wasn't even one in the entirety of heaven. Why? They made things too big to fit into a room where a grown man could lie just barely with outstretched feet.
But some thing's wrong. The stairs is not wide enough. And the steps should be a notch or five longer. A wand. In heaven Wizards are all capable of wand less magic. And they do not enter it with their wands, not even if they die with it in their hands.
A cupboard. Check. A wand. Check.
Looking around he notices more. He is wearing clothes that is three to five times to large for himself. A door that does not have the mark of 'Harry's bedroom'.
Suddenly his hearing seemed to come back and he hears that the Dursely's are eating breakfast.
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END.
So that was the prologue of this one. Hope that it makes sense. I know that it is a bit jumbled. Some of it was by design. While the rest is honestly just my writing being bad.
And I admit that the Wizarding sand was more or less stolen from The Sword of Truth universe. They are more or less the ultimate way of doing ritualistic rune systems. At least in this story. But really rare. The Potters (Of course) had a good supply of it.