Forgetting the Future
So, here's my first novel length story. It's SLASH. Tom Riddle/Harry Potter slash.
Warnings: SLASH. TomR/HarryP, AbraxasM/OFC
Mpreg. Dark Lord!Harry. Evil!Harry. OCs.
Summary: When holding a Time Turner one should pay attention to how long they turn it. Harry really should have thought about that when he sat in the Headmasters office playing with it. Now, after releasing it he finds himself in the time of Tom Riddle. Now, all he has to do is get home. Though, it sounds simple enough things start to go wrong. What happens when begins to forget the future?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form.
. . . : . . . : . . .
July 31st, 1996
Headmaster Dumbledore's Office.
Bored. He was utterly and completely bored. It was his birthday and he was supposed to go over to the Burrow later that day but instead he was brought to Hogwarts. The elder man, Dumbledore, had gotten him earlier and had brought him to the castle claiming he had to speak with him before he left with an important meeting. That was an half an hour ago and yet Harry still stood and waited inside his office. Quickly becoming annoyed and impatient, he moved further into the room while looking and poking around. Glancing with a smile over at Fawkes, he walked over to the desk that sat in the room. Harry looked over the desk and spotted a golden necklace. A time-turner? Picking it up and putting it on, for no reason other than his own curiosity, he walked around the desk to sit in the chair. Crossing his legs, he leaned back to stare at the object in hand.
I wonder what he brought me here for. Surely he's not here to talk about what happened last year. Or about Sirius. It's got to be important for him to bring me here before school actually starts and on my birthday. What's taking him so long anyway? Did he forget I was here? He is getting up there in age.
As he sat, Harry stared at the door while lost in his thought. In his hands he turned the time-turner over absently. He sat there what felt like hours, silently turning the odd necklace in his hands. Over and over and over.
When he finally came to and out of his thoughts, Harry looked down at his hands. Green eyes widened in horror when he realized what he'd done. The uncountable number of times he had turned the turner, the number of hours, days, weeks and even years that could have piled up and accumulated. Who knew how far he'd gone?
"Shit."
Fuck, how far did it go? It couldn't have gone too far back. Right? A few hours wouldn't so horrible. Right?
Shutting his eyes, he squeezed them tight and let the time-turner go. The time around him started to move backwards. Minutes turned into days, days into weeks, and weeks into years. Moments later he opened his eyes again. Everything looked the same…almost. There were changes, which worried the teen. How far did he go? Putting the turner under his shirt, he stood. Desperately, he looked around the room searching around for something, anything to tell him the date. His eyes widened again and he groaned. He felt his heart stop for a moment and his breathing halted. This was horrible. No. Oh Merlin, no. He couldn't have gone back that far. Could he? He couldn't have. No. No. No.
He winced as he pulled out the Daily Prophet on the desk.
July 31st, 1942.
Hurrying across the room he made his way down into the hall. It was still empty and looked same as before. No students were inside of course. He started to panic. He had to get out. Now. There was no way he could be seen. How could he explain he was there? Playing with a time turner was not the best explanation. Not all that believable either. What idiot plays with a time-turner? Him, apparently. It sounded so ridiculous. He couldn't explain it. Dumbledore wasn't headmaster; he couldn't go to him anyway. He had to get away. So he ran like mad out of the castle and to Hogsmeade. Where he went from there he hadn't decided. What could he do really? He can't go to Grimmauld Place, the Dursley's or the Burrow. No one knows him anywhere. He can't stay at Hogwarts, how would he explain his existence?
Harry sat behind one of the buildings, knees up to his chest and his hands clutching his hair. This was the worst birthday ever.
"What do I do?" He moaned in despair. He was officially alone. Utterly and completely alone. There was no Hermione to come up with a plan; there was no Ron to be his faithful companion. He had no one.
He had to get away. Surly someone would see him and report to Hogwarts a student was in the village alone. He had to at least get to the Leaky Cauldron. Maybe get a room there or somehow find a place in muggle London to stay at. He'd need clothes. Anything to last him until he could figure out how to get home to his time.
Harry stood up and looked around. The small village was quiet this early so he could get through easily with no students and only the shop owners around. Still, getting to Diagon Alley wasn't going to be easy. Staying behind the shops in the alleyways he watched the town and stores for was to get away. He was passing by the Three Broomsticks when he noticed a man standing by the fireplace. Floo! Of course, he could use it to get to the Leaky Cauldron. He nodded to himself, but first an appearance change. He looked much too like a Potter to get by. The similarities may be looked over but better safe than sorry. Transfiguring his jacket into a plain dark green robe, he charmed his hair longer and lighter to a light grey color, his eyes a bright ocean blue. Untying a shoelace, he transfigured it into a black ribbon and tied his hair back into a loose ponytail. His glasses changed shape to rectangles and thickened the black frames. Satisfied he moved closer to the window. He watched the man inside grab the powder, shout and leave in green flames. He watched what looked a like a younger Madame Rosmerta walk to the back. Opening the door, he hurried over to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of powder. A panicked look crossed his face when he saw the woman walking back in shouting, tossing the powder down he called out 'Leaky Cauldron' and mentally apologized as he watched her disappear only to stumble inside the Inn. Brushing off the power, he was happy to know the place hadn't or rather doesn't change much in the years since his time.
Harry patted the pocket of his jeans, happy that he had grabbed some Galleons before leaving that day. Talking to Tom the bartender he got a room for two days. Heading up opened the door and sighed as he sat down on the bed.
"Now what to do?" He held his head in his hand. Fear, loneliness and despair all running through him. "I have to get back but what to do until then. Who knows how long it'll take till I can find a way back. I have no money to stay here and I can't really go into Gringotts and claim to be a Potter. I couldn't get any job without a name and since I can't use Potter…" He groaned and flopped backwards on the bed. "I wish Hermione was here."
He sat up again. "I need a name first thing." He sat and thought for several moments only to flop back down again. "It's hopeless." He felt like crying. Stuck 50 years into the past, alone with nowhere to go.
. . : . . : . .
Harry, Hermione and Ron stood in front of a simmering cauldron.
"How is this supposed to work?" Harry asked, peering inside. A Heritage Potion was brewing inside. It was Hermione who suggested it after Sirius' death. Something to cheer him up, she had said it was about being connected to family, even if they were gone. Which didn't work it only made him feel worse to see dead relatives but he wasn't about to argue with Hermione when he knew she was only trying to help.
"You put the potion in a vial with a drop of your blood, then you shake it and spill it onto some parchment and it's supposed to show your family tree up to 15 generations." She said, stirring the potion.
"Hmm."
She sighed and stopped stirring. Grabbing three vials she poured the potion in and handed them to the boys. Harry took the knife and pricked his finger allowing some blood drop inside. He shook the glass vial and poured it over the parchment. Hermione and Ron looked over his shoulder and watched the potion spread over the paper and names began to appear. Harry saw his name, his father and mothers, their parents and so on.
"I didn't know your father had a brother. He was nineteen when he died. He must have died in the first war with V-Voldemort." Hermione gave a sad frown and read the other names.
"Neither did I." Harry said, impressed with the number of names and different Pureblood lines connected to the Potters. One of the names stuck him as odd and pointed it out. "I've never heard of this name. It's Pureblood but I've never heard of it."
Ron surprisingly was the one who answered. "Pennalgrey? That's an old Pureblood line. Wasn't the wealthiest or had the most standing at the time, nothing compared to the Malfoy's or Black's. Had squib after squib so the family eventually just died out. No one has seen the name in close to fifty years or something."
Harry and Hermione stared at him for a moment. Ron huffed angrily, cheeks a light red. "Hey, I can know stuff too!"
Harry smiled and looked back at the paper.
. . : . . : . .
Harry smiled. Harrison Pennalgrey. He had the blood to get into the vaults. It just might work and Ron had said fifty years, maybe he was the one but how would the paper have known he was going to go back? He winced. He didn't want to think about that, it'd give him a headache. Standing, he made his way out of the Leaky Cauldron and towards the bank. He'll get some money, maybe there was a property he could use for the time being. What to do afterwards was the problem. He briefly touched the turner still hidden under his shirt. He didn't know if the time-turner goes forward and he wasn't about to mess with it anymore then he already had. Some research was in order. So, books then. Where to find them? Hogwarts. Ugh.
He made it inside and walked to the goblins. "I need to access my family vault."
"Name."
"Harrison Pennalgrey."
The goblin eyed him. "No one with that surname has been here in many generations."
"Then I suppose it's time someone finally came forward." Harry said. He didn't think was going to work until the goblin left and returned with some papers. The goblin asked for his hand and pricked his finger, several drops of blood landed on the parchment. Harry didn't have enough time to see what it was before it was rolled up again and he was handed another paper. He looked down and his eyes widened at the amount of money. He knew the Malfoy family had much more and this was simply pocket change to them but it was still a substantial amount to him. There were 3 properties and one looked perfect for him, a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. The goblin had given him a small bottle cap portkey to take him there when he was ready. He as well went about getting emancipated which surprisingly wasn't as hard as he feared it might have been.
"Is this everything?" It was more than enough; he was still surprised he could claim it. Hopefully he wouldn't need it for too long.
"Yes."
"Then I'd like to take out from my vault." Harry spoke and was taken to the vault which contained gold and other things. Taking a good couple handfuls he carried them out of the bank in an endlessly expanding bag. He made his way down Diagon Alley and bought clothes. He'd admit he splurged and bought the good robes since he could. He bought books on time-turners and time travel, on Pureblood history and other things. Harry stopped at the Magical Menagerie and got an owl, reluctantly. He missed Hedwig but if he had to stay here for any amount of time an owl was necessary. It was a gorgeous Long-Eared Owl he named Artemis. Finishing up his shopping, he used the portkey to the cottage. Once inside he was greeted with an enthusiastic house elf named Kitsy. He found the largest bedroom and sat down to un-shrink what he'd bought, putting it away.
"Now what?" He asked himself. "So much stuff and I won't be here long. At least I hope not. Though, I have a strange feeling I'm going to be here longer then I want. I suppose I can try to get into Hogwarts. The books they have might help and while here I might as well continue my schooling." He flopped down. "Tomorrow. I'll start that tomorrow."
. . : . . : . .
Dear Headmaster Dippet of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
I am writing to ask if there was any way you would allow me to attend your school. I received a letter of acceptance at the normal time after my eleventh birthday but it was refused as I was being homeschooled by my parents. Now, as my parents have passed at the beginning of the summer, I see no reason to continue my schooling from home alone and wish to attend Hogwarts if I am able.
Thank you,
Harrison Pennalgrey
. . : . . : . .
To Mr. Pennalgrey,
Due to your circumstances we allow you to attend Hogwarts. You must however come on August 12th at 10am to the school and take tests to for placement. We welcome you to Hogwarts.
Sincerely,
Headmaster Armando Dippet
. . : . . : . .
"Huh. They're actually going to let me." Harry was happy, yet a sad ping sat in his heart. It was going to be different without Ron and Hermione there with him but it was necessary. He had to get home and Hogwarts may have the answer.
The following week was boring for the time-traveling teen. He spoke to the house-elves, cleaned and decorated the cottage, studying in between. He was grateful when the day finally came.
"Let's get this over with."
Harry wrapped his cloak around his shoulders. It was the day he had his test for placement. Hermione would have been proud at the studying he had done. Even if he did know most of the stuff he wanted to make sure he knew the right things. Who knew what could have changed in 50 years, so it was best he knew what he could.
Standing outside the Anti-Apparation/Portkey wards around his cottage, he held a quill in his hands. A portkey sent from the Headmaster to take him to Hogsmeade. He hated portkeys! Stumbling slightly upon landing, he sighed and looked around. A professor was supposed to be waiting to escort him to the castle. When he saw his escort, he swore his stomach fell to his feet, where he then tripped over it. Dumbledore. He looked surprisingly younger. His white hair was a light auburn color, yet he still had the ever twinkling eyes of the Headmaster he knew. Relieved to see a familiar face, he greeted the man with a smile.
"Hello…" He trailed off; he wasn't supposed to know the man's name and calling him Professor Dumbledore would be odd in a supposed first meeting.
The elder wizard grinned. "Albus Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore to my students."
Harry nodded. "Hello then Professor Dumbledore, I'm Harrison Pennalgrey."
"Yes, Mr. Pennalgrey. It's been a while since we've had someone from your family at Hogwarts."
The teen nodded. "It would seem so. I'm the first wizard in many generations, but my family hired many tutors to teach me what I needed." He put on a sad look, surprised by his own willingness to lie and how well he was at it.
Dumbledore put a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "I am sad to hear of your parent's passing. I remember an ancestor of yours, nice young man. Married a beautiful woman and had a son." He gave the boy a kind smile.
Harry nodded. "I'm glad the Headmaster allowed me even a chance to come to Hogwarts. I've heard stories from the portraits of the castle."
"Yes, Hogwarts has that lasting memory even after many generations for her students."
"Yes, I do hope I do well." He smiled sweetly. Really, where had this acting come from? He remembered the Sorting Hat in his first year wanted to place him in Slytherin. Maybe there is a part of him that's a snake. He didn't know if he liked it, but he could admit it was coming in handy and was glad for that part of him now.
"I'm sure you will. Hogwarts welcomes all students." Dumbledore patted his shoulder. Shortly they came to the large doors of the entrance and stepped inside. Harry made sure to act surprised and awed when he first walked in. He was surprised that it hadn't changed in over fifty years from when he would go. Dumbledore led him towards the Transfiguration classroom, when he walked in the room he half expected Professor McGonagall standing in the front. He did however see another older looking man who he assumed, from looking through the Headmasters office in his time to be the Headmaster of this time. He was going to get a headache from all this time talk. The man stepped up to him and held out his hand.
"You must be Mr. Pennalgrey?"
"I am and you sir must be Headmaster Dippet."
He nodded and pointed to a desk up front. "Come, we must get this started so you can pick your classes and get your school supplies."
Harry nodded. Sitting down he forced his hands to stop trembling. He was nervous, more so the when he was in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He was handed several papers on various topics and classes. The tests took the longest three hours of Harry's life. After he was finished the Headmaster said he would send him a letter by owl with his results and class choices. Heading back to the cottage he felt a lot more weary then normal about the coming months. Falling asleep, he dreamed of his old life in his time, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Weasley's. He just hoped Hogwarts had what he was looking for.
. . . : . . . : . . .
Do not expect regular updates. I will though, try to have the next chapter posted sometime by the beginning of December.