Pairings: Tom/Harry, Draco/Hermione

Warnings: Bashings, Slash, Abuse, Lemons, Snogging, Kissing, Character Death, Torture, Graphic Violence

Bashings: all Weasleys (not Fred/George!) Dumbles, Gryffindor, Snape, McGonagall

Summary: Harry Potter is on a mission. Sent back in time, Sorted into Slytherin and has one plan. Kill Tom Riddle before he has the chance to be Voldemort. That's simple, right. Wrong. When Riddle realises who he is, he has to make the ultimate choice: Befriend Riddle, or die a horrible death. What happens when Voldmeort comes back, with every intention of murdering Harry? Join an enthusiastic Harry, a cynical Tom, Abraxas Malfoy with a fear of snakes with a pet snake, Sirius LeStrange who has something up his sleeve, Zoe Zabini who is relatively normal and hates Cygnus Black who is head over heels for Zoe, and Annabeth Darling to look after them all. Will the gang survive the year?

HYPOCRITICAL

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to J. K. Rowling.

CHAPTER ONE

A Chance To Start Over

HARRY

Harry was sitting in the Headmaster's Office, fighting back tears of anger and guilt. The Tournament had gone as bad as it could of; the Death Eaters had outnumbered the him by far, even with the Cedric helping out. But Cedric was dead now. Voldemort had taken care of that. He was dead, tortured by the Cruciatus and killed. It wasn't fair! Cedric was kind, caring, gentle, hard working, funny, loyal, everything a Hufflepuff should be. He hadn't done anything wrong. He'd merely been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He looked at Dumbledore, his pained eyes far too old for someone so young.

"The War has started Harry," sighed Dumbledore wearily, looking every year his age. "And I fear, this time, we have no hope. We will not win. Voldemort's Army is too strong, there are too many of them. The Vampires, the Werewolves, the Veelas, the Giants... And they have already corrupted the Ministry, I fear. There is nothing we can do."

Harry's throat constricted and tears stung his warm, usually cheerful emerald eyes. This wasn't supposed to be happening. The War was supposed to be over. The Dark Forces, Voldemort, was supposed to be dead, dead and weak, never coming back. He was supposed to have killed him as a baby! But it seemed like he'd only bought the Wizarding World a little time. But now Time was not a luxury any of them had. Not any more, with darkness lurking just around the corner.

"There's...nothing we can do?" He repeated softly, looking out the window to see people playing Quidditch. His heart gave a pang as he saw them laughing and joking, free of the burden that he had carried ever since the graveyard. Free of the truth. Not knowing what would hit them. If Voldmort had his way, none of this would happen. There would be no fun, no Quidditch, no sitting round the Gryffindor fire and laughing and joking. He would be dead, as would Dumbledore. The man shook his head, his eyes, once light and sparkling were now grave and devoid of any twinkle there once had been

"There is only one option, an extremely risky one. Do nothing. Quietly build up our own smaller army and hope we can beat Voldemort when the time comes. However, we have a twenty percent chance of winning, and not dooming the world."

Harry shook his head, almost to himself. "We can't do that. There's no way of knowing if we'd win or not. What if he just comes back as a spirit again? We can't risk it. I refuse. There must be another way!"

Just then an idea exploded in his head. Harry almost laughed at the sheer thought of it. It was insane. It was dangerous. It was terrifying. Yet it could work...

Dumbledore looked at him piercingly.

"You have another way, Harry?"

He opened his mouth to tell the Headmaster his idea. But, something held him back. Dumbledore would stop him. Or tell him it was too dangerous. Or even say it was impossible.

"No Professor, I don't."

"Are you sure, Harry?"

Harry nodded, looking away from those stern eyes. He knew if he did look, he'd spill all his secrets and tell him the idea he had. The Headmaster sighed, and dismissed him.

-oOoOo-

Harry ran back to the Commonroom, barely avoiding Snape or Filch.

"Darkness Is Coming," Harry whispered to the Potrait of the Fat Lady. She gave him a grim look, and nodded, opening up to reveal a dark stone passageway. He climbed along it, quietly igniting his wand. How handy he'd found out about this. Last week, he'd mumbled those words whilest at the Potrait and she'd let him through to here. It was a separate common room, for him only. It was built for whoever it was to hide if Dark Forces penetrated the Castle. They could find Gryffindor Common Room, but they couldn't find The Hideaway.

He ran along the corridor, arriving at a stone door. He spoke the password confidently.

"Warriors of the Phoenix."

The door creaked opened and Harry stepped inside, sighing contentedly at the warm atmosphere. He heard low voices from the corner, and could just make out two figures in the shadows. He drew his wand.

"Speak, are you friend or foe?" Harry demanded, getting into a duelling stance. The two figures stepped out cautiously.

"Friends!" They replied in unison. It was Ron and Hermione. Harry still pointed his wand at Hermione's chest, keeping it trained on her heart.

"What did you say after we had escaped the Cerebus for the first time?" He asked. Hermione smiled.

"I was extremely upset, and said, 'I'm going to bed, before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed, or worse, expelled!' I seemed to think dying was better than being expelled. Then I went to bed, wondering how you two could be so stupid!" She laughed. Harry grinned, but switched his wand to Ron.

"How did you rescue me from the Dursleys?" He questioned.

"By Dad's flying car. Me, Fred and George came at night. You were locked in your room with bars on the windows. Fred and George got your stuff and we almost forgot Hedwig. Then your Uncle woke up and kept hold of your foot. We dragged him out the window and he fell in the bushes! It was pretty funny. Mind you, Mum was furious," Ron added. Harry dropped his wand.

"Hey. What did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?" Asked Ron once they were seated. Harry shrugged, sleepy and full from Dobby's great cooking.

"He told me we have no chance in the war. Voldemort's army is too strong and powerful. He said the only option we have is to give up. I, however, have another idea," he smirked. His best friends sat forward eagerly.

"Here's what I think. If Voldemort is too strong now, why can't we destroy him as a teenager? It will be much easier and means Voldmeort will just disappear in this timeline. All I need to do is find a time turner to take me back sixty years, so I can kill him. Any ideas?"

Hermione squealed and threw him a small time turner. He caught it automatically and looked at it sceptically.

"This," began Hermione, entering 'book worm mode', "is a Multi- Turner. It can take you back as far as one hundred years, so be careful with it. A witch called Barbara Salmaradas invented it in the late 1500's, for the sound purpose of-"

"Hermione," interrupted Ron quickly. "We don't need to know all of this. Ok!"

Hermione looked disgruntled. "Well, Ronald, it's extremely important! What if..."

Harry smiled as his two friends went off on one of their infamous arguments. That was one thing that hadn't changed! He examined the Multi-Turner closely. It looked to be made from pure gold and silver, and looked very expensive and fragile.

"Hermione," he said slowly, turning the small necklace over. "This is priceless looking. Where did you get it?"

She looked a bit sheepish.

"Well, I saw it in Diagon Alley, and I had a feeling you would need it. It was just lying on a chair in the Ice Cream parlour, and I just took it, and ran before anyone could see me." She explained, looking embarrassed.

Ron looked impressed.

"Blimey Hermione, nice one!"

Harry stared in surprise. Hermione, breaking the rules and stealing something that expensive? It didn't add up...oh well.

He took a deep breath and hung the time turner around his neck, to keep safe from thieves. They sat in companiable silence Harry gasped in pain, hand drifting to his scar, which was red and inflamed.

-POTTER! Meet me at the Forbidden Forest. I want to talk, no funny business. Hurry up!-

"Voldemort wants to talk to me. In the Forbidden Forest." He choked out through clenched teeth. He sent a message back.

-Really now, that is quite rude, causing me pain like that. I'll meet with you if you want, just stop being so melodramatic already. I'm coming!-

He cut the connection when his scar flared painfully one last time, then died down to a dull throb. He stood up, a bit unsteadily, not fully recovered from the torture in the graveyard yesterday.

"I'll be back, unless he kills me. If he kills me, someone kill me, ok?" He joked nervously, trying to put on an uncaring mask, yet judging from his friends looks, he was failing miserably. He waved goodbye and made his way through the Castle under his Invisiblity Cloak, a funny sensation in his stomach, as though he wouldn't see the Castle as he knew it for a long time.

He arrived in the Forbidden Forest and waited for Voldemort, adopting a bored mask. Silently, Voldemort appeared in front of him.

"Where is Potter?" He murmured to himself. Harry smirked.

"You need better eyesight, Voldie," he answered cheekily. He pulled off his cloak and Voldemort's eyes narrowed.

"Are you do eager for another taste of the Cruciatus, Potter?" He sneered, twirling his wand. Harry flinched involuntarily, stepping a bit away from the Dark Lord.

"So what did you want? I doubt you were here for a catchup." He smiled.

"You're right. I didn't come for small talk. Your emotions were spiking everywhere earlier, Potter, and I want to know why! Immobulus!"

Harry felt himself freeze, unable to move quickly. Voldemort tipped some Veritiserum down his throat, just as the spell wore off. He struggled but it was too late. He could feel his mind growing blank and fuzzy, his limbs growing heavy. A voice floated into his head.

"What is your name?"

"Harry James Potter," he answered in a dull monotone. Voldemort smirked in triumph.

"Why were you do...emotional earlier today?"

"Dumbledore told me there was no way I could defeat your army. I was, understandably, upset."

"Understandably," The Dark Lord murmured. "And why again?"

Harry struggled with all his might, but it still came out. "I thought of a way I could. I could go back in time and defeat Tom Riddle, then you would just go away, disappear."

Voldemort's eyes flashed angrily for a moment before settling. Somewhere in Harry's befuddled mind, he knew he had to get away. The time turner! He reached down, and twisted the knob quickly. Before he managed to twist it sixty times though, Voldemort shoved his hand away.

"What've you...you've...how dare you!" The snake faced man spluttered in rage, and by that time, Harry was already gone, whisked away in a flash of golden light.

-oOoOo-

Harry blinked.

He was falling. Fast. He flipped over and tried to slow himself down, to no avail. He panicked.

"Help!" He shouted into the never ending blackness. "Anyone?"

"Oh for Salazar's Sake," groaned an irritated voice. "Who is it? If it's Zabini, no, I won't go out with you. If it's Malfoy, she'll will be under your bed, in the cupboard or in the bed. If it's LeStrange, get lost. Black if that's you, Zabini's not in here. If it's Annabeth, nobody's in here but me, your master. Ok?"

Harry blinked again, seeing a large light ahead of him. He landed on the cold ground hard, hearing a snap. Pain flooded his right arm and he gave a moan of pain. He looked up, gritting his teeth. A familiar cold face looked down at him, confused.

"Tom Riddle?" Harry asked. The boy, who stepped away, looked wary.

"How do you know my name?" He asked. But Harry drifted off, comforted by the thought that he had arrived in the right time.

-oOoOo-

Thanks for reading the first instalment of Hypocritical, the first in the series called Nihil Autem Tempus. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review! ;) The warnings are listed above, not all of them will be straight away. But if you dont like, don't read! If you like the Weasleys, please don't read either. Lol, ok, thanks.

Be sly, smart and smooth, slippery snakes.

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