Timeless Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

This story begins in the year 2080. It is a time travel fanfiction and you will be seeing familiar faces later on but for now the main timeline of the story will be established. There is some information on the Potter family line at the end of this chapter if you want to read that. It's not necessary which is why I put it at the end but it might help with your understanding. Purely optional!

Thank you very much for reading and I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter One

Hogwarts – A New Dark Lord

Year 2080

Snow fell gracefully onto the pavement as the students marched dutifully, like soldiers, in solid lines. They were all dressed impeccably in black robes and they were drenched in sweat. None of them dared to misstep, shiver or to even look around. Leo felt rather chilly if he was to be honest but he didn't dare to cast a warming charm on himself. As he marched, he cursed himself for not doing so when he had the chance.

Of course, the students were only outside for a short amount of time, returning inside the castle after their field dueling lesson so he was warm again soon enough. As soon as they broke formation, Leo quickly ran a hand through his unruly black hair, drying the sweat with a surge of magic and casting a warming charm on himself. He sighed in contentment as his march and that of the other students turned into a leisurely stroll.

Hogwarts was quite different in comparison to how it had been when his parents had attended and all those from before.

The school, once a warm and loving home for all those who graced its halls, was now terrifying and cold. The reason for this drastic change was due to the Dark Lord who gained power in 2075, during Leo's first year at Hogwarts. No one knew who the mysterious wizard was, other than the fact that he was vastly powerful of the likes never before seen. As the years passed and the death toll continued to rise, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Wulfic Uesli Willibroad was forced to turn the castle into a fortress and the students into soldiers. It was simply the only way to keep them safe.

Leo and his year mates entered quietly into the Great Hall for their breakfast.

Once, years ago, the students were divided into what were known as 'houses.' The houses were abolished during the times of his grandfather as they were considered to divide the school rather than to unite it. That was one of many changes that came forward after the fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Instead, now the Great Hall had eight, smaller tables. These replaced the four tables of the four houses. Leo quietly took his seat as the Sixth Year table and chanced a glance onto the Eighth Year table.

The students there were dressed as if for battle in impressive cloaks made of a scale that Leo could not determine. The table was made up of roughly 180 students, just a bit more than the normal amount of students per year. Students is technically not what they were, more so they were young Battle Mages. It was mandatory for every Hogwarts student to serve on the Hogwarts Student Army for one year after completion of their Seventh Year. However, they could chose to stay on for longer, thus why the table had more than just the previous Seventh Years.

The Eighth Years had a reputation for being particularly nasty due to all of the training they had undergone in order to be able to protect the school and the younger students from any foreign threats. Despite their mean personalities, they were still looked upon in awe.

They all had strange tattoos under their left eyes. The tattoos consisted of tiny, identical stars, each slightly smaller than a pencil eraser and they were a plain black colour. The stars were all in a perfectly straight horizontal line, starting from near the nose to the outer side of the face. During the beginning of the year, some students would have two or three, sometimes only one. By the end of the year, the Eighth Years always left with a line of five stars tattooed under their eye. No one other than the professors and the Eighth Years knew what those stars meant.

The training was said to be especially rigorous and, at times, very painful. However, it made those who underwent it very powerful and in control of their magic and it showed.

Meek, shy, unsure students would suddenly be transformed into strict, no-nonsense, confident and powerful witches and wizards within the course of the summer months. After they finally graduated, they were formally recognized as Battle Mages and many joined the war efforts in the fight against the Dark Lord whereas others managed to find more peaceful things to do.

They were British after all, and they would carry on regardless of any blasted war.

Therefore, the Eighth Years inspired awe from the younger students. Leo in particular was both excited and terrified to eventually sit at that Eight Year table in less than two years time.

Suddenly, one of the Eighth Years, an angry looking redheaded girl caught Leo's stare and glared at him fiercely. Leo's cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he jerked and awkwardly started piling random things onto his plate in order to seem busy.

Leo held a lot of admiration for the Eighth Years, and a lot more so after his parents had been murdered by the Dark Lord five years ago. Leo clenched his fists at the memory of the letter he had received from his family since he had been at Hogwarts at the time of the attack.

If only I had been home… he would think to himself angrily, if only I had had been home, I could have done something to help!

But deep inside he knew all that would have resulted would have been his death alongside his parents. It didn't help with his intense regret though.

The Dark Lord had been murdering so many good witches and wizards just for the sake of killing. Nonetheless, he for some reason was not lacking in supporters who loved the mindless murdering and destruction the Dark Lord sought.

The previous year his grandparents had also been murdered by the bastard. He was a pompous monster – not even providing a name to go by. He intended to be known as the Dark Lord, as if the others before him had been nothing: the mini bosses to his final Boss, spitting on the terrifying memories of both Voldemort and Grindlewald. Leo vowed to himself that he would kill the Dark Lord himself.

He would follow in the footsteps of his great grandfather, Harry Potter, the defeater of Voldemort and he would destroy the Dark Lord who thought killing his parents and grandparents was great fun. He would protect what remained of his family.

"Leo? Leo, are you alright?" Leo blinked – he had been glaring at his plate of food and he noticed bemusedly that he had accidentally poured pumpkin juice onto his plate instead of into his goblet and had ruined his toast. He looked towards the voice and made eye contact with his best friend, Ariel Evans.

Ariel was a half blood; her mother was a half blood and her father was a muggleborn wizard. Ariel was a very sweet girl but she did not have many friends aside from Leo. This, of course, was alright with Leo since he himself had no one other than Ariel.

Despite insisting to others that she was only a friend, he had to admit to himself that occasionally the small girl had a tendency to make his heart skip a beat.

"'Lo, Arry. I'm alright. How are you? You get any news from home yet?" Leo asked, banishing his thoughts as a tinge of worry for her coated his tone. Ariel hadn't received any letters from home for nearly a week. It was unheard of for her family to be so distant. Ariels' eyes watered and her bottom lip started to tremble at his question. Ariel shook her head before launching herself into Leo's arms.

"No, I haven't heard a single word from them! Oh Leo, I'm so worried!" she said tearfully. Leo awkwardly patted her back, discretely pushing some of her brown hair away from his face so he could breathe. She smelled lovely; of lilies, rain and mint.

"I'm sure it'll be alright Arry, your folks are pretty powerful. I don't think they would go down without a very noticeable fight." Leo said comfortingly.

"I guess. In that case, I guess no news is good news, huh?" Ariel choked out as she pulled away and began to compose herself. Leo conjured up a simple white handkerchief with the flick of his wrist and handed it to her. She rubbed away her tears and vanished the handkerchief without a word. Leo took a moment to examine his distraught friend.

Ariel was fairly skinny - the school wouldn't allow otherwise with their rigorous training - and athletic looking. Her nose was a bit too large for her face and her eyes were an unremarkable shade of dark blue. Her teeth were fairly white and some of her teeth were slightly crooked in an endearing way. The size of her lips was pretty average, not too large not too small. Her face was long, an oblong face. On top of that, her face was utterly covered in tiny brown freckles.

Most people would say the girl was unremarkable, hardly average looking. Leo would disagree. He thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Not that he would ever tell her that, of course.

Ariel caught Leo staring at her freckles and her face turned red, hiding her face in her shoulder length hair. Leo frowned, she was quite ashamed of her freckles - she was teased for them a lot, especially when she was younger.

When she was in her first year, some other kids were making fun of her, saying she never washed her face and she was filthy. Leo had stood up for her then and she ended up attaching herself to him and his kindness like a leech. At first he was annoyed by her presence – he self-identified as a lone wolf but he eventually got used to the girl and became very fond of her. Today, she was his most dearest friend.

He refused to acknowledge how his heart twinged at the word friend.

Ariel smiled at him suddenly, her shame pushed aside as she gently reached over to push Leo's unruly Potter hair out of his eyes. Leo rolled his eyes but he smiled at his friend nonetheless, enjoying how his annoying hair could help bring her out of her worry.

"Leo, we should go. We've got battle transfiguration now," Ariel said, sniffling slightly, standing up, "Are you done eating?"

Leo looked mournfully at his untouched, messy breakfast before standing up, "Yeah, I'm alright. We don't want to be late." He said as the two began the trudge through the castle, their cheerful conversation and laughter brightening up the halls of the cold castle.

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A/N: JK Rowling has said wizards live much longer than muggles but never specified how long that would be. Therefore, for the story, life expectancy for a normal, healthy wizard will be set at 85-100ish years.

This is some general information regarding the Potter family line of this story. It's not necessary to know this but it might help with understanding. I'll likely reestablish important bits in the story when/if they are necessary.

The focus of this story would be a direct descendent of Harry Potter, through James Sirius Potter.