1942 and Beyond
FIRST ENTRY
09.01.42
The year is 1942, and World War II wages on in full swing. Japan continues to advance into Southeast Asia and US military strongholds in the Philippines collapses, Mahatma Gandhi is arrested, Brazil declares war against Axis countries, and the world descends evermore into chaos.
Remaining virtually untouched by the hulking menace of guns, bombs, and foreign occupation, a different world altogether faces another kind of war in the form of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald. As the countries of Magical Europe falls one by one to the power of the Dark Lord and his forces, Magical Britain remains the last safe haven in the continent, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stays steadfast in its offer of protection to its students: a solid safe haven amidst the war - both inside and outside the magical world.
Yet an altogether curious series of events will occur this year within Hogwarts. A different kind of war will begin. As the muggle world is torn between the Axis and the Allied countries, and as the divide between Dark and Light widens further in the magical world, another kind of war in Hogwarts will be waged altogether: one between the past and the future. A war that will alter the course of history for both worlds forever.
September the first, 1942. Germany attacks Stalingrad. Germany captures the Black Sea port of Anapa. The German submarine U-756 is sunk by Canada. Shigenori Togo resigns as the Japanese Foreign Minister. Ministero della Magia falls in Magical Italy. The Shooting Star 7 is released by Bristles Co. And Hadrian Peverell begins his first day in Hogwarts, enrolling in his 7th year.
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When Deputy Headmaster Albus Dumbledore lifted the Sorting Hat off the last first year to be sorted, he turned his gaze to the Headmaster and nodded. Professor Dumbledore remained in his place next to the stool with the Sorting Hat held aloft.
Headmaster Armando Dippet rose from his chair, and the great hall quieted. The older students looked up at him with bored indifference, more eager to eat than hear the Headmaster's speech.
Instead of his usual start-of-term speech, however, Headmaster Dippet raised his right hand and gestured to the doors next to the head table, where an older student with the most peculiarly colored hair was standing.
"This year we have a new addition to the ranks of the 7th years. Please give a warm welcome to Hadrian Peverell."
A low susurrus erupted among the students as they speculated about the unprecedented transfer. Those more conscious about bloodlines and heritage wondered if they'd heard the last name correctly. Surely they had heard wrong. The Peverell line had been devoured, married into other Wizarding families.
Eyes trained on the young man as he headed for the stool, enraptured, taking in his ethereal features. At last, when Professor Dumbledore lowered the Sorting Hat atop impossibly white hair, the hall quieted. Even from a distance, the students would swear that they'd never seen eyes more green than Hadrian Peverell's.
It seemed as if the great hall held its breath as the Hat debated its newest quandary. Then, with a great below, it yelled: "SLYTHERIN!"
A smattering of applause erupted from the table decked in green and silver, the students seated there, however, wore barely disguised looks of confusion. They glanced at each other as the new transfer student handed the Sorting Hat back to Professor Dumbledore and made his way to the table. He sat, unselfconscious, next to the youngest Slytherins, sending the new batch of little first years a disarming, breezy smile. The first years sent him a dazed look back, their lips twitching upwards unconsciously. The rest of those seated at the table stared inconspicuously at their newest addition, wondering if what they heard was true. Curiosity brewed among the higher years, and they itched to ask him questions.
"Welcome, students, new and old, to another year at Hogwarts!" said Headmaster Dippet, his aged voice barely heard in the cavernous great hall, "Another year of magic begins!"
In his seat at the Slytherin table, Hadrian Peverell smiled indulgently and laced his fingers together, his left hand fiddling with the pitch black Peverell ring on his right middle finger. Another year of magic, indeed, he thought with a wary glint in his eyes. Glancing surreptitiously along the Slytherin table and meeting the eyes of those who were blatantly staring at him, he eventually caught sight of the unmistakable visage of a 15-year-old Tom Riddle, who will one day grow to be the darkest wizard of all time. His gaze continued, until he had scoped out all the Slytherin students.
Hadrian returned his gaze to the headmaster and shifted his focus inwards, going over his plans. It would be a huge undertaking, and he would need all of his wits about him. He had one year to change the course of history. No, perhaps even less. He had one school year to bring about the changes he desired. That would be 270 days, give or take a few.
The fate of the world depends on it.
Hadrian Peverell, previously known as Harry Potter, grinned. No pressure, right?
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END LOG
A/N:
I'm not a history buff, so dates and events in history may be inaccurate. Just make sure to take them with a grain of salt, as they were written down as a part of the writing style. Also, I apologize for my tenses. I feel like there's still a lot of room for improvement, so I hope you all bear with me.
This will be a very light TM/HP fanfiction. There won't be anything sexually graphic at all. I apologize if shonen-ai isn't your cup of tea, but I just really adore the pairing.
This fanfiction is posted on both and AO3.
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