AN: I don't own HP, not making any money off of this, it's all for fun.
Harry Potter woke up with a groan. Some days it wasn't worth getting out of bed, but the pressure from his bladder told him that if he didn't get up soon, his bed wouldn't be as nice. He got up, not grabbing his glasses and used the bathroom. He took a shower, went to grab a set of clothes and realized the house that his godfather had left him looked like it did three years ago. It was filthy, this wasn't how it he had left it the night before when he went to sleep.
He pulled his wand out of his auror issued holster and cast a time and date charm. The charm told him that it was the 30th of June 1993. That's not right, he did the charm again with the same result. He hated when this happened. He'd been pulled into the time stream before on a few occasions, usually it's some historian trying to get his life story from the horses mouth. He'd set their information strait for no other reason than if he didn't they'd probably do it again. Thus far he had not been pulled into the past though. Didn't anyone respect the laws for the restrictions on time travel anymore?
He went to the bathroom and gathered up his robes that he fell asleep in and realized they looked much too small. He found his glasses and looked into the mirror and gasp at what he saw. He saw himself 12 years old again, albeit this time he looked much healthier than he had the first time around, but make no mistake he was looking at himself and he was a child again. Bugger.
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Harry made his way to Gringotts. He hadn't broken in to steal Hufflepuff's cup from the LeStrange vault yet, so they had not confiscated his family vault yet, which meant he was still a valuable customer. He had his hood up and stood in line.
The goblin at the counter, "State your business."
"I need to see Axegrinder."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No, but he's my account manager."
"I will send for him. Wait over there human."
Harry waited fifteen minutes before Axegrinder made an appearance. Harry idly thought that it must be policy that they make everyone wait. Or it could be that he came by unannounced.
Axegrinder, "I only handle one account, so you better make this good."
"If we can talk in private I'll gladly make it good. I cannot harm you within the bank without losing my own life, the only thing you have to lose is time which I know is precious but I will make it worth your while."
"Very well, if you're lying, we'll take your head."
Axegrinder walked Harry to his office. Once inside, "You probably won't believe me, but I seem to have traveled through time. I need to know if there is a second me running around since I woke up where I went to sleep, so there could be two Harry Potter's right now, which could be disastrous. Furthermore I have find out if there is a way to send me back, and if there is I can pay with information."
The goblin sneered at him, but he was used to this since it seemed everyone sneered at him. "There is no such person as a Harry Potter. The only remaining Potter is Heather Potter, otherwise known as the Girl-Who-Lived."
"Great, not only have I been taken back in time, but in this reality, I'm a girl. Can't you do a blood test really quick and see if I'm lying?"
"Blood tests cost ten galleons."
Harry dug around in his pockets and produced a money bag, which held thirty galleons. "Here's the ten for the blood test, and the rest is for you and your time."
The goblin's demeanor changed slightly now that Harry was a paying customer. "I'll see to it."
They performed the blood test, and surprise surprise, Harry was exactly who he said he was. Luckily for him the goblins didn't care about dimensional travelers and anyone who had a claim to a vault could use it. He had a claim to the main Potter Vaults and since he was male, in a male dominated society he was able to use it.
Through the time Harry spent at the bank he found that everything was exactly the same, besides the fact that in this reality he was born female. Which meant that he had things to do.
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Harry though it was nice that even though his body was twelve years old he was still able to perform the spells he was used to. He went to the Burrow, a place that felt like home for the longest time until he and Ginny broke up the previous year and Ron started to be a dick. He walked in through the back door, he stunned and bound Molly and Percy as they were both in the kitchen. He silenced the stairs so they wouldn't creak while he was walking up them.
He paused on the first landing, wondering if he should go in Ginny's room and stun and bind her, when the decision was taken from him as she opened her door. He stalked passed the twins' room and left them to their experiments, it would take a bomb blast to get them out between meals. He opened Ron's room and was treated to a picture that would fuel his nightmares for years to come. Ron was laying on his bed masturbating to a picture. Harry fought the urge to vomit as he stunned and bound the form of Ron who was too engrossed in his depravities to be bothered.
He quickly summoned the rat aka Scabbers aka Wormtail aka Peter Petigrew, stunned it, placed it into a preset unbreakable jar. Now that his task was complete, he was curious as to the picture Ron was using to fuel his desires, and he found a picture of Heather Potter. Harry really had to fight the urge to vomit since in a strange way, Ron was masturbating to a picture of him. He left quickly after that.
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Harry arrived at the visitor's entrance to the Ministry and went down after telling the voice on the other end that he was there to present evidence. He was sure that if he used his auror badge he could get in just as easily but didn't want to chance it. He had too much to do if he was going to be bogged down by the constraints of his badge. He'd have to play by all of the rules if he presented his badge, but wouldn't have to if he didn't show it to them.
He made his way through security quite easily just as it was before the war. He took the lifts to the auror offices and knocked on the office door of Madam Bones. She answered and let him into her office.
"Now your note didn't tell me exactly what evidence you were going to presenting to me today, or that you were a school child."
"You're right it didn't, I have quite a bit to share with you today starting with this." He placed the jar on her desk, "If you would cast the animagus revealing spell you'll see that it's no common rat." He said to the skeptical look she had. She cast the spell and the rat glowed blue showing that it was in fact an animagus.
"Now if you force the rat to transform, you'll find that the rat is actually Peter Petigrew. Since he's an illegal animagus, that gives you the right to question him under truth serum, I'd suggest the newest one that Croaker has developed because it's proving to be infallible."
"I'm not going to ask how you know about Croaker and his new truth serum, but how do you know that's Petigrew?"
"Well on top of the evidence I'm supplying I know I have to register as a dimensional traveler. The dimension I'm from is a few years ahead of here, which meant that I have a little foreknowledge which I'm going to share."
Madam Bones' face became a blank mask, "You came from another dimension? Why?"
"I don't know why I'm here, just that I am. I went to bed one night, woke up, things were different, I went to Gringotts and figured out that I'm in another dimension."
"Who are you exactly?"
"My name is Harry Potter. My dimension was exactly like this one, except that here instead of being born male, apparently I was born female and named Heather. I have a file here from the goblins stating the truth of my statements." He handed her a file.
She was going over the file but still asking questions, "So dimensional travel check, your dimension is farther in the time stream than ours check, everything is the same minus you check, so you're taking care of things before they're problems?"
"You could say that. Now the next order of business, your predecessor Barty Crouch is hiding a fugitive in his home. He broke his son out of Azkaban under polyjuice and his wife is buried in place of his son. If you raid his house you'll find Barty Jr. under the imperious and under an invisibility cloak."
"So you're saying a Death Eater is alive, but under the imperious in the director of international cooperation's house?"
"Yes. As long as everything is exactly the same. That brings up my next point, Barty Crouch and Minister Bagnold denied Sirius Black a trial. With the rat there, and a truth serum interrogation of both of them, you'll find that Sirius is innocent of all crimes he was accused of, and not only that but he was supposed to be released if he hadn't been tried ten years ago. If you bag Crouch for his crimes, then blame him for the whole debacle, you and Fudge can save your jobs when this gets out. Not only that but you can look amazing in the public eye for taking care of mistakes made by a prior administration."
"So what's in it for you?"
"Sirius' release for one. Two you look into the life of Heather Potter personally. Get a copy of the will of James and Lily Potter and make sure it was followed. Prosecute anyone who needs to be prosecuted, and finally I want my file sealed so no one, not even the Chief Warlock can look at it. Basically I've just given you the Minister's seat if you run for it in 94."
"So the only thing you want for yourself is a sealed file."
"Pretty much. I know the powers that your office has and you can keep most of this quiet until you want it brought into light. I know you can make the right decisions."
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Harry spent the rest of the summer getting the house at Grimmauld Place cleaned up. He did many things the muggle way since many of his cleaning spells weren't that amazing. He silently vowed to find Dobby during the school year and offer him a job.
Before he knew it, it was September the first and he had loaded his trunk onto the Hogwarts Express. He took his usual compartment in the back that he usually shared with Ron and Hermione, and eventually Neville, Ginny, and Luna. He decided that he was going to become friends with Neville and Luna much earlier than he did in his old dimension.
He sat and waited for the train to leave while reading a book. Eventually the door to his compartment opened and Ron walked in, followed by Hermione, and Heather.
Hermione, "I'm sorry. The train was pretty full this year. Do you mind if we join you?"
Ron, "What are you asking him for? This is our compartment, we take it every year! It's him who should be asking us to sit here."
Harry had to resist laughing, did the Ron from his world really try this alpha male bullshit? "Well Red, I was here first. If you want to claim a compartment, you need to actually be here to do it. It's kind of hard to get one all to yourself when you show up five minutes before we leave."
Ron's ears flushed, the typical sign of Weasley embarrasment. His face also began to redden, the typical Weasley sign of anger.
Heather seemed to want to diffuse the situation before it got bad. "Hi, I'm Heather, this is Hermione, and Ron."
"You can call me Harry."
Ron, "Well Harry, why haven't we seen you before?"
"That's because the only people you care to talk to are in your own year and your own house. The only others that you know are Malfoy's little gang of sycophants, which coincidentally isn't all Slytherin. There's five snakes, three eagles, and two badgers. No lions but with the house rivalry you'd never get one into Malfoy's circle."
Hermoine looked intrigued, "So which house are you in?"
"I just transferred in, so I supposed I'll have to be sorted. I'm probably going to end up in Griffindore, don't have anyone to be loyal to so Hufflepuff is out, I'm smart enough but there are better things to do for fun than to seek more knowledge for the sake of knowledge so Ravenclaw is out, which makes it a toss up between Griffindore and Slytherin, but if I end up with the snakes there would be several unexplained accidents where students and possibly the head of house wind up in the hospital wing or the morgue. So Griffindore's the way for me."
The trio looked at him as if he'd grown several extra heads, which coincidentally was extremely possible when experimenting with potions. But they were all gaping at him for different reasons, Ron since he didn't know how to take this new comer, and he was probably going to usurp his spot within the year as top male. Hermione because if he hadn't actually been at the school how does he know so much about the goings on. Heather because he pretty much said he'd kill a chunk of Slytherin including Professor Snape, if he had to live there.
The ride was quiet after that for a little while. The trio had not gotten a chance to talk alone for since summer, which was fairly eventful. Heather's godfather had been released from prison, which he had been put in wrongfully. The Dursleys were being investigated by the DMLE, if she was comfortable enough with her godfather she could go and live with him next summer. Ron had a rough start to summer, someone had went to his house, and without being seen had stunned and bound everyone that was home except the twins. He had been found in a compromising position when his father got home. He was questioned off and on for a few weeks until they had won the Daily Prophet grand prize give away and went to Egypt. Which was awesome but sometime along the way he had lost his rat. But that was probably a good thing since Hermione had bought herself a cat. Hermione had the least eventful holiday considering all she did was go to France with her family.
Hermione was trying to read her book but couldn't concentrate since the boy sitting on the other side of the cabin was a mystery. Something that most people didn't realize is that Heather and Ron would probably give up on certain things if she hadn't pushed them to go farther. It was her curiosity that pushed them to figure out the mysteries that they had investigated, and now her was the newest one sitting across from her with a smirk on his face. He looked oddly familiar as if she had seen him somewhere before.
While Hermione was contemplating the fourth occupant of their compartment the door opened. The trio let out a simultaneous groan because Malfoy was making his first appearance of the new year. But before Draco could start letting the insults fly Harry stood up.
"Draco! It's so good to see you. How's your dad doing? I hope he's not having too much trouble since they started investigations into Death Eaters once again. I know he was under the imperious and all which goes to show everyone how weak his mind is, but this has to be taxing on him. How is he taking everything? Better yet, how are you taking everything? Is Pansy treating you right? I know Vince and Greg are involved with each other and other than playing thugs for hire aren't very good sounding boards." Harry rattled off like he and Draco were old friends, well they were in the other reality, coming to respect and even like each other after the war had ended.
Draco stood there dumbly for a moment before turning and walking away. Heather couldn't contain her mirth. "How did you do that? No insults, no threats, didn't even make yourself sound remotely rude, yet you got rid of him. That was amazing. How did you know all of that?"
"Well do you actually read the paper? And Ron I mean for more than the quiditch scores" They all shook their heads no, "Well Barty Crouch was found to have his supposedly dead son in his home. The problem was that Crouch Jr was a Death Eater and was supposed to be in Azkaban. This sparked a whole new thing where they went and made sure all of the high security prisoners were who they were supposed to be, and made sure no others had escaped, truth serum questioning led by some Unspeakables, and the whole Death Eater investigations are started back up. Malfoy's dad was a Death Eater, so he's under scrutiny again. And finally you can get rid of someone a lot easier being nice to someone than you can slinging hexes and insults. Griffindore doesn't have to mean brainless."
Harry had struck them speechless. He got rid of Malfoy quite easily, then basically dressed them down for not being informed.