A/N: This will be a story that focuses on all of Harry's years at Hogwarts but with major differences as you will soon find out now. Professor Trelawney will be a huge part of this story by the way. Pairings include Harry/Draco and Ron/Hermione. Please review. I intend to finish this by the way.
She looked at the mysterious crystal ball on her table, witnessing various illusions of clouds and smoke wandering around inside. This was the fate of a Seer as she had inherited the sight from Cassandra Trelawney which was one of the famous seers in her generation and was the first of the family to inherit the sight: an ability to see into the future. It was almost impossible to deduce what was apparently being shown to her through the thick fog but she could make out the lightning bolt scar belonging to the chosen one: Harry Potter. Sybil sighed in anger. All of the predictions and visions she had seen recently featured Harry Potter who had left the school almost twenty years ago. She couldn't fathom why any of her cards showed her that a time of great decision making was to be made relating to the boy in question but he was not present anymore at Hogwarts so how could he be in her own future? Just as she picked up one of her tarot cards to determine Harry's role in her future (The Fool Card), a loud bang erupted from the side of her and students poured into her classroom chatting and snickering one by one. No one seemed to have noticed Trelawney as they continued to hold quiet conversations amongst themselves. It was almost as if she wasn't even present inside the room at all. The scent of aroma inside the dim room did attract a few questions however which Sybil had heard plenty of times before. She sat up from her seat and raised her hands in the air.
"Welcome all to the world of divination my students. Now I must warn you that studying and attempting to succeed from only books will be of no help in my classroom. Only those with the sight and true ability of fortune-telling as well as a keen eye will succeed. If you have none of these, well i'm sorry but there is no help available for you except for yourself to tap into your mind and discover... the sight." she said as if she was hyping up an extremely powerful spell that had never been heard of before. A Ravenclaw boy smirked at this while three Slytherin girls were clutching their mouths with their hands in order to prevent any laughter from coming out. This reaction was unsurprising. Trelawmey did not think that the entirety of her class would hang onto her words since only a few divine students ever passed her class with an O (Outstanding) and the others would flunk the class without a second thought. She rolled her eyes during watching Jasmine, a small, quiet Hufflepuff girl who dropped her tea cup accidently, leaving smashed up pieces laying across the floor. Sybil looked back to her crystal ball while everyone was analysing their tea leaves which showed her a new vision. Emerging from the fog came a image of a time-turner.
"So that is what fate wants me to do? Use the time-turner to go back to the time when Harry Potter roamed Hogwarts as if he was top dog? But what do I do then? I am only a feeble, glittering old woman that can only tell prophecies. I can't interfere!" she thought to herself as she leant closer towards the illuminating crystal ball. What was destiny telling her to do? She peered out the window to try to gather some thought but the rain and thunder only aimed to distract her instead. The raindrops were so loud as they pattered against the window that it began to become slightly infuriating so she stumbled to the first table beside her which contained two Slytherin boys. She approached the first one who had slick black hair, beautiful blue eyes with a bright red cut on his left side of the face. He looked at her with an expression of confusion which meant that like most of the class, he had no idea what the future was destined for him or how the tea leaves explained it. Sybil smiled feintly, wondering if by speaking to these boys, she could discover some sort of clue fate had laid out that could show her what she had meant to do with the time-turner. The boy raised his head.
"Excuse me and I hope you don't mind me asking but are you a pure-blood witch?" He said with a defiant smile as if he was expecting her to be a mudblood or a half-blood.
"My mother was a witch and my father was a wizard that sold rare, valuable antiques belonging from ancient wizards such as the great Ayaila Flair." she responded looking slightly pleased with herself. Unlike most teachers at the school, Sybil rather liked Slytherin house since to gain their respect as a teacher, all you had to do was be a pure-blood wizard and occasionally compliment their family for being rich or powerful. It seemed like all of a charade to her anyway. There was no reason why Slytherin would even bother listening to her if she was anything else anyway. The boy undid his grievous smile and did one that was perhaps genuine? This was quite shocking to Sybil. Announcing her pure-blood status often causes the Slytherin house to refrain from insulting her from behind her back but this boy was peculiar. It was if he was actually interested in Divination and in Trelawney herself. The other Slytherin boy looked as if he was holding back a frown. He had blonde hair, green eyes and his robes were covered in dirt. He was immediately recognisable as a Quidditch player due to the broom laying alongside him. Sybil never went to Quidditch games since at her tower there was only thirteen seats and this means that the first to rise will be the first to die. Her clever observation was denounced however by a furious Professor McGonagall who put her observation down as one of her 'usual' ramblings so she decided that she would rather not go to watch Quidditch if McGonagall would be there to constantly denounce her. The raven haired boy stroked his hair nonchalantly.
"That's cool. Most of Gryffindor this year are mudbloods. Can you believe it? it's pathetic how Hogwarts lets all these blood traitors in. At the sorting, I noticed this pattern of all the mudbloods and half-bloods being placed in Gryffindor. I guess that is because Harry Potter was in that house I suppose and one of his friends that helped him defeat You-Know-Who was a mudblood. Her name was Herm... whatever I don't bother remembering those kind of peoples names." he proclaimed as he glanced at a table alongside his own containing three girls looking quite cluttered together. He made a face of disgust and turned back to Trelawney as if he was expecting her to voice her own opinion.
"What is your name my child? Oh yes and you as well!" she announced pointing her wrinkled hand covered in mystical beads and gems to the blond boy who seemed to be quite immersed in kicking the chair leg of one of the aforementioned girls.
"Well my name is Timothy and I belong to the immensely rich and (dare I remind you) extremely important Rasmus family. This here- he notions to the blond boy- is Jakob. My father works in the ministry of magic don't you know? I forgot his position but he gets paid extremely well. We've already booked tickets for the Quidditch world cup. Top seats. I asked my mother..." but Trelawney failed to catch any more. The pieces of the puzzle was set. Fate had determined the boy to mention the sorting ceremony and the house that Harry Potter and his friends was in so clearly it was her destiny to intervene with this process and change it but Trelawney lacked a reason to do so. What would change that would be so important the divine spirits would reach out to her? She was busy wandering this problem as the Slytherin boy yacked on about how he was insanely attractive and popular when she noticed a huge crack in the left side of the room.
It all came back to her. That crack was the result of the Second Wizarding War. All that death. The destruction, the fear, the tension of it all forced itself right into Sybil's mind as if it was going top speed. The pain of just a simple memory showed how much impact it had. Hogwarts had been repaired and designed to perfection in order to defend itself if ever anything else that dangerous ever tried to set foot in Hogwarts again but to her, it never felt the same again. A particular painful memory involved her catching sight of terrifying Fenrir Greyback biting a helpless Lavender Brown which was especially saddening as Trelawney saw Lavender has one of her truly best students. She had listened and hung onto every word that she had spoken during her Divination classes. She rushed over and smashed a crystal ball right on the werwolf but with all the blood pouring out of the girl's body, she had been too late. Tears streamed down her face as she watched Lavender's final breath before... She couldn't bear to see this ever happen again. As the class left she realised that she must go back to the sorting hat ceremony all those years ago and stop the trinity (Harry,Ron and Hermione) from being sorted into Gryffindor as fate had just shown her. This as she saw in her mind may stop the destructive effect of the Second Wizarding War and possibly even prevent it from happening. It was risky but to save the life of her own students that died in battle, it was worth the risk. However doubts and fears began to enter her mind. What if she failed or what if she makes events worse? She sighed as she got out her wand and spoke the unlocking spell "Alohomora" opening her locked drawer. Inside it laid a shiny gold time-turner with blue patterns of eagles covering its base. This was no ordinary time-turner but instead it held unfathomable power. It allowed you to replace yourself in the past wherever you went so there was only one of you in that current time period and it could go anywhere in time or place. This was a parting gift from her great grandmother who suggested she should never use it unless it was for a great importance. Saving lives in Trelawney's mind qualified for this in her opinion so she opened it. The sight of the crystal ball illuminated which captured her attention so she peered into the smoke where a noteworthy image of Dumbledore's elder wand appeared in vision. This was the object Voldemort desired and since she has all knowledge of future events, she could even prevent the death of the great headmaster himself. She heard footsteps creak the dirty, wooden floor behind her.
"Is that a time-turner?" the voice spoke and she turned her head to see Timothy standing there in awe. Sybil jumped back in fright.
"My child, it is the end of class. It is your destiny to do potions now!" she said mystically but the boy refused to budge.
"What were you going to do with that thing Professor?" he added and it was clear that only the true explanation could get her out of this situation. Sybil closed the door quietly, making sure no one else could hear.
"I plan to go back in time in order to stop the Hogwarts war. You see my predictions have led me to believe that it is possible to minimise the casualties that happened that horrible day. My first stop will be the sorting hat ceremony. Satisfied?" she added as the boy smirked.
"That's risky business you know. I don't see how someone like you could manage on your own. No offence Professor but you aren't exactly the most powerful or quick witch and You-Know-Who will be back there." he reasoned and Sybil sat back in her seat putting her face in her hands and began to sob.
"You are right. I'm old and useless. Fate chose me to do this but I cannot accomplish this myself. It's preposterous!" she acclaimed as she pushed over her deck of tarot cards in anger. Timothy looked down for a moment as if wondering what to say as he seemed to be in a lost for words. After a minute he walked up to her with a glint of shine in his blue eyes.
"I'll come with you. I always wanted to see Hogwarts in its prime and I can help you. It is kinda personal for me. My father spoke of a Slytherin boy who died in the war. Vincent Crabbe I presume it was. If we can succeed in uh fixing this, maybe he and the others can survive. I've heard from Teddy that his father and mother died in the war also and I feel terribly sorry for him, even if him and the other Ravenclaws keep beating us at Charms." he uttered silently. Sybil smiled at him. This was the exact boost of confidence she needed to go along with the plan.
"Don't worry Timothy. With the time-turner we will arrive here at the same time so you won't have missed potions at all." she said and Timothy laughed.
"Call me Tim".
Trelawney span the necklace a specific number of times in order to go back to Hogwarts when Harry was just a first-year. As she finished, it felt as if them both were being dragged into an endless spinning void of colours and shapes. Opening their eyes during this was suffering but they could feel the endless turning of time as they presumably travelled through time. They couldn't move a muscle until they landed on a hard stone floor. The interior was Hogwarts clearly but they seemed to be no where near the great hall.
"That was weird." Tim stated, struggling to stand up on his own two feet. Sybil however was much different immediately hopping to her feet and wandered around.
"Come on quickly! We need to get to the great hall and persuade the sorting hat not to put Harry and the others into Gryffindor." she said as she ran in the direction of a group of Hufflepuff fourth-years who were avidly talking about the great feast and for one girl, the exciting arrival of her small sister. Tim panted behind and nearly lost sight of her. It was very surprising to him that she was so quick and his heavy breathing and speed began to tire him out. He stopped in the middle of the stairs and decided he would get to the great hall in just a minute. He turned to go up the stairs but a boy blocked his way.
"Oh Sorry!"
"Ay Watch it"
The boy who apologised had a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, with him a fiery ginger boy stuffing food into his mouth.
"Harry Potter?"
A/N: I hope that was good! The time-turner is super confusing but I tried to make it work. Please review because I do want criticism so I can make my stories better. :)