Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter… wish I did oh the things I would do to Draco but alas I don't own him
Blah – parsletounge
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Chapter Two
Eleven year old Harry Potter lay tossing and turning in the throes of a nightmare. He was watching battles between wizards fighting with jets of colored lights. He imagined this must have been what Hagrid was talking about when he spoke of evil wizards, but he could not explain why he was seeing it so clearly.
Suddenly his dream changed, He was sitting in the middle of field, that resembled a football stadium but with three high rings at each end. Suddenly he noticed a figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of a field. "Who… who are you." He asked
The figure turned and Harry gasped the man looked like he could be his father. But he was too skinny, and his eyes looked haunted, he looked like he hadn't had a decent night's sleep in months. The man suddenly laughed "I had forgotten how tiny I was." Harry was wearing an expression of complete disbelief he had had some freaky dreams before but this took the cake. The man sighed "look Harry has Hagrid come yet" Harry nodded "then you understand about the wizarding world. You will soon learn that almost nothing is impossible in the wizarding world."
"Harry I am an older version of you, I am twenty eight years old" Young Harry looked skeptical "That's smart Harry CONSTANT VIGILANCE. Ask me a question only you would know the answer to" Harry thought carefully for a moment and then asked "what was so special about the snake in the garden?" The man chuckled "her name was Sasha and you could talk to her." Harry gasped. "it is called parsletounge in our world." Harry stared at the man for a minute and then nodded and lifted up the fringe covering his scar. The older man mirrored his movements to reveal a matching scar.
"You really are me! Why are you here?" harry asked. The older man turned completely to face him looking solemn. "Soon after you start school bad things are going to start to happen and you are going to lose people that are very important to you. But that's why I'm here if you agree you will receive all of my memories so you can save them."
Harry looked skeptical "Will I have friends in the future?" the man grinned "Oh Harry you will have two boys who are as close to you a brothers and two girls who are like sisters. You will have so much love in your life."
Harry seemed to draw himself up and said "all right I will do it; it is worth it to save all of those people." The man laughed "My god we had a saving people thing even then" Harry looked on curiously. "Ok take my hand." Harry grasped the man's hand and a white light surrounded them both.
Harry sat up in bed gasping. He clambered out from under the sheets and ran to Hedwig's cage. "Hey girl I did I actually did it, Hermione was a bloody genius." Harry couldn't believe it had actually worked; he sat in silence planning for the train ride to Hogwarts in the morning. Tomorrow was September first. When they had planned in their 6th year they agreed they had to act normal when they saw each other. He knew how difficult it was going to be to face all of the friends he had seen die. He lay back and tried to get a little sleep before Aunt Petunia woke him up in the morning.
Ten year old Luna Lovegood was in the middle of the strangest dream she was sitting in a peaceful forest, but she couldn't wake up. Suddenly a woman walked forward and sat on the ground next to her. The woman was tall with long blond hair that brushed her hips and brilliant blue eyes. Luna gasped "Mum is that you?" the woman smiled "No Luna I'm not your mother I am you from the future, I am eighteen years old. Bad things are going to happen in the future and I need you to accept my memories. It will help to save a lot of people." Luna frowned "I am only ten what can I do?" the woman sighed "unfortunately you cannot do anything until you go to Hogwarts. Oh you are going to love Hogwarts; you are going to have so many friends."
Luna gasped "I am truly going to have friends" the woman nodded. "Then of course I will help you." She reached out and grasped the woman's hand and was surrounded by the white light.
Luna woke up in her family home shaking. She couldn't believe Harry had actually done it. She sighed it would be a full year before she could see Neville, She started cry reliving all of the terrible memories of the war. She was somewhat comforted by the fact that she could see Ginny and would not be alone.
Neville Longbottom was dreaming he was in his family green house tending to his beloved plants. Suddenly a handsome man walked in he looked to be around 19 years old. Neville stuttered "ww..who are yo..you?" The man smiled "I'm you Neville from the future" Neville frowned "But you can't be your handsome and you don't stutter." The man burst in to laughter. "Don't worries you change so much you will have so many close friends and there is a special girl." Neville started to blush at the thought of having a girlfriend. "I need you to accept my memories Voldemort is going to rise to power again and you are going to be important." Neville looked skeptical but nodded his consent.
The man smiled kindly "Don't worry Neville Gran and your parents would be so proud of you. You grow up to be confident and you will be powerful." Neville nodded and reached for his outstretched hand and as soon as he made contact was surrounded by the blinding white light.
Neville woke up with a start drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. He could not get the image of his wife's bloodless body out of his mind. He tried to think of other things, like how it would only be one year before he could see Luna again. He would get to see Ron Hermione and Harry on the train again; during the hunt they had become as close as family and he couldn't wait to see them again. It would be impossibly hard to act as though they had never met. He knew that tomorrow night they would find a secret place to meet. He settled back to wait until the morning he knew there would little sleep for him tonight, every time he closed his eyes he saw Luna blank dreamy eyes staring back at him. He made a note to ask his Gran for a carrier for Trevor . He did not want the experience of chasing Trevor all over the bloody train again.
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Hermione Granger had been sleeping fitfully, nervous about tomorrows trip to Hogwarts, when she fell into a deeper sleep and began to dream. In her dream she entered a large library, she looked around in wonder there where thousands of books. "Where am I?" she started as a woman walked into the library.
"This is the Hogwarts library Mione; it is going to be one of your favorite places." She grinned. Hermione stared at her "I get to read all of these books." The woman nodded, smiling. "Who are you?" Hermione suddenly wrenched her attention from the books and turned to face the woman. The woman smiled and sat on the edge of one of the tables and indicated for Hermione to sit down. "This is going to be a long story. I am you when you are 22 years old." Hermione stared in shock at the woman, she was tall and very thin but with obvious curves, she had curly brown hair that touched her hips. She looked tired and worn, but she had a friendly smile.
"I really look like you?" Hermione couldn't believe it. The woman smiled and nodded "don't worry you will get your hair under control very soon." Hermione giggled. The woman's smile faded into a slight frown. "Hermione things are going to be difficult in the wizarding world, in my time things went very badly, which is why I am here. I need you to accept my memories so we can prevent the tragedies from happening." Hermione looked shocked "is that even possible" The woman smiled slightly "You will soon learn that almost anything is possible in the wizarding world." Hermione nodded slowly considering it, if her future self had been forced to send her memories back it had obviously been very important. She nodded "Of course I will accept it is the right thing to do." Her older self grinned "ok take my hand." As they clasped hands they were surrounded by a blinding white light.
Hermione sat up gasping in bed. She struggled to bring her breathing under control using meditation techniques. She couldn't believe the spell had worked. Her next thought was for Harry and Ron, she could not wait to see them, it would be so difficult to face them and not throw herself at them, especially Ron, she could not wait to see her husband again. She picked up the standard book of spells year one to review, she knew there was no chance of sleeping any more tonight.
Ronald Weasley was curled up in his bed, dreaming about quidditch, and becoming quidditch captain at school, His dream changed, he was in the middle of a quidditch pitch, he looked around and noticed a man sitting on the stands, the man waved him over, "Hey mate" Ron started and stared at the man "Who the bloody hell are you." The man chuckled "what would mum say about you language, I'm you Ron from the future. I need you to accept my memories. It is very important for you to accept them, they will be very important in the future." Ron stared for a minute before nodding dumbly "what the hell why not." The man grinned "that's the spirit mate." They joined hands and were surrounded by a brilliant light.
Ron jerked awake, Hermione, He would get to see his bonded in the morning, it would be torture not to take her into his arms immediately. He could not wait to see Harry in the morning, Harry was his best friend and closest brother, He also considered Neville a brother as well. He struggled to sleep for a few hours before doing something the old Ron would never have done, he pulled out a text book and began to read, His wife had truly rubbed off on him.
One floor below Ginny Weasley fell into a deep sleep; she dreamed she was walking deep into the forest. In front of her a woman sat cross-legged on a stump deep in thought. She touched the woman on the shoulder, when she looked up, Ginny gasped. The woman's eyes were so filled with pain. "What happened, do you need help." The woman smiled slightly, "don't worry you can help me, I am you when you are twenty five years old. I sent my memories back to you." "Why" Ginny asked "You will lose everything you hold dear if you don't take the memories, it is crucial that you be prepared. Ginny considered for just a moment before nodding fiercely. "Of course I will help" The older woman drew herself up a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Give my best to Gred and Forge." She drew the younger girl into a hug and they were surrounded by a blinding light.
Ginny shot bolt upright in bed chocking back sobs, her baby. She knew Harry would never have come back if Jamie had survived. She struggled out of bed and flew up the stairs into Ron's room. She gently pushed his door open, he was sitting in bed reading. He looked up into her eyes and immediately opened his arms to her. She climbed into his embrace and sobbed. Ron held his sisters tiny frame close and tried to calm her. "I'm so sorry gin bug we were too late. I'm so sorry." Eventually she fell into an exhausted sleep and Ron held her close smoothing back her hair.
Molly Weasley found them that way in the morning. She smiled as she woke them, Ginny would miss her brother when he was away at school. After molly left Ron went to get out of bed, when Ginny gasped, Ron whirled around, "What is it." She smiled "Your mark of binding, it is still there." Ron reached up to tenderly caress the mark adorning his left shoulder blade; it was the rune for love through eternity. "I am still bound to Mione." He grinned. "Do you still have yours? Ginny pulled up her t-shirt to reveal an identical mark on her left hip.
Ginny turned solemn, "it is going to be so hard to act like I don't know Harry, give him a hug for me." Ron nodded. "He will write you know that. And he could use his animagus to come see you if it's an emergency." Ginny sighed but nodded. Molly bellowed up the stairs, "Get down here now or no one will have time to eat." Ron grinned "I missed mum." Ginny nodded and raced down the stairs after her brother.
Uncle Vernon dropped Harry and Hedwig at kings cross, Harry struggled with his trunk, He was so weak, and he would soon change that though. He approached the barrier to platform 9 and three quarters, he could see the group of red heads gathered around the wall. His breath hitching in his throat he turned to his wife who turned sensing his presence, "How do you get on the platform?" after drawing in a deep breath she smiled at him and said" Follow me I will help you" She grasped his hand in her tiny hand and he drew in a shaky breath at her touch and smiled. After passing through the wall he turned and said "I'm Harry Potter" She smiled and me his eyes, "I am Ginny Weasley it's nice to meet you." She grinned at him. He leaned forward slightly and hissed in parsletounge "beloved" before turning and dragging his trunk to the train. She turned and grasped Ron in a tight hug before turning to her mother blinking back tears.
The twins helped Harry load his trunk onto the train, and he found the same compartment from the first time around. He had been sitting for less than five minutes when the compartment door slid open and Ron slid in. He grinned at him and said "I'm Ronald Weasley" Harry grinned in return lifted up his fringe and replied "I'm harry Potter." Ron sat down reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a bedraggled looking rat that had tufts of fur missing. "This is Scabbers; my little sister Ginny accidentally kicked him down the stairs this morning. He grinned maliciously.
Harry grinned wolfishly, "That's too bad." Ron smirked. They sat in a companionable silence for a few moments. When the witch with the sweets trolley came by they purchased a load of sweets off the cart, but neither ate many. They had fallen out of the habit during the war. Molly Weasley's sandwiches were quickly consumed though, they had desperately missed her cooking.
There was a knock at the door and it slid open to reveal Neville and Hermione. Harry heard Ron's breath catch at the sight of Hermione. Hermione grinned "I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Neville Longbottom, He is looking for his pet toad." Harry looked at Neville and saw him smirk; he slipped his hand in his pocket to show a glimpse of a stunned toad, and burst out laughing.
Hermione went to step further into the compartment; Ron stuck his foot out and lightly tripped her. He caught her in his arms before she had even started to fall. They stared into each other's eyes before they both blushed. She smiled prettily "thanks " Harry looked at them all and spoke one word in Arabic "Common room" they all nodded. At that moment Draco Malfoy barged into the compartment flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
Harry hissed under his breath and Ron shot him a warning look. Ron spoke first "Get out Malfoy." Draco ignored him and turned to Harry. Harry stood up abruptly power rolling off of him in Icy waves. Hermione quickly placed a hand on his shoulder to soothe him. "Get out Malfoy." Malfoy backed out of the compartment.
Harry collapsed into the seat. He looked at his friends and smiled slightly "we had better get changed. They unloaded and headed towards the boats, Hagrid towering over crowd. Harry grinned and waved "Hey Hagrid. Harry climbed in a boat with Hermione, Ron, and Neville, They all drew in a breath at the sight of Hogwarts standing proudly, the last time they had seen it, it lay in abandoned ruins. Hagrid knocked three times on the door and it was opened by Minerva Mcgonagall, she looked strict, but they knew she was actually a kind and protective person.
They were marched into the great hall, they lingered in the back. Old habits from the war were impossible to break; they were very uncomfortable being surrounded on all sides. Harry shrunk back into the shadows and the others formed a protective stance around him. Neville's name was called and he walked forward to put the hat on.
As the hat covered his eyes he heard the Hats voice "Neville Longbottom…what do we have here." Neville tightened his occulmency shields. "What's this a desire for revenge.. How very slytherin…" Neville drew in a breath when he suddenly heard Harrys voice. "As the heir of Gryffindor I command that he be in my house." The hat sighed "are you sure that is where he belongs."
"Yes this one belongs in Gryffindor, so do Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, And next year Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley. That is my command." The hat was silent for a moment "all right if your sure … BY GRYFFINDOR" everyone in the hall grew silent at the Head Table Albus Dumbledore looked up in shock.
Hermione was next she slipped the hat on. "Hermione Gran… what's this my apologies Mrs. Weasley." Hermione Gasped "Please don't tell." "Don't worry my dear I will keep your secrets." I have orders where to place you." Hermione asked "By whom?" "… BY GRYFFINDOR" Hermione slipped calmly off the stool and went to sit by Neville.
Draco Malfoy stepped up to the Stool looking smug, the second the hat touched his head Harry snapped into action."As the Heir of slytherin I do not want this boy in my house." Draco drew in a breath "I am a Malfoy we are always in slytherin. The hat sighed "Slytherin would suit you…" It was interrupted by Harry "My house will not accept him." The hat sounded grim anticipating the young Malfoy's reaction. "If not slytherin… BY SLYTHERIN HE GOES TO HUFFLEPUFF" Draco ripped the hat off his head and threw it on the ground as he stomped off to the hufflepuff table.
Harry was next "So you are the heir… I have sorted you before." Harry hissed "You will keep my secrets." "Yes but I stand by my decision the first time slytherin is the place for you… but I see that will not suit your purposes. If your sure better be GRYFFINDOR" the Weasley twins began chanting "We got Potter we got Potter."
Last was Ron, the hat barely touched his head before roaring "BY GRYFFIDOR" He grinned and hurried over to sit between Harry and Hermione. Harry noticed he slid as close to Mione as possible and he would be ten Galleons that their hands were entwined in their robes. He felt a pang of loss for Ginny. While he was lost in thought Dumbledore had called for the feast to begin. Ron shoveled food into his mouth at his usual disgusting rate. Hermione had tried to teach him proper table manners, but he mostly ignored them. He grabbed a slice of treacle tart, he had missed Hogwarts food.
Dumbledore stood to make his beginning of the year announcements. "The forbidden forest is as its name states forbidden" Harry muttered to Neville "Unless you are us" Dumbledore continued. "The third floor corridor is off limits unless you wish to die a most pain full death." "
By a three head dog named fluffy" Ron whispered. Hermione elbowed him in the ribs and shot him a glare that would have made Snape jealous.
The prefects began to gather the first years together and herded them to the common rooms. All of the teachers looked to Dumbledore they wanted an explanation for the sorting. He sighed "we will meet in the staff room after your students are situated for the night." All of the teachers left and Albus headed up to the staff room, he needed a lemon drop.
Two hours later all of the teachers were gathered in the staff room, Snape sat in an armchair by the fire glowering at his coworkers. Minerva voiced the question they were all asking "why did the Hat say by Gryffindor and by slytherin."
Dumbledore sighed "It means that there are heirs to the founders in the school." He held up his hand to stop the questions. "I do not know who they are. I suggest keeping an eye out for anymore incidents."
He turned to look at the sorting hat that was resting on the table "I don't suppose you would be willing to tell us anything." The hat looked positively gleeful "Oh no I don't share my secrets, and there are many this year and I promise more are coming next year." The hat refused to speak any more.
As the rest of the teachers argued about curfews and quidditch pitch times Severus Snape sat and reflected on the new first years. He had expected Harry Potter to be arrogant and confident, but he had not been expecting the boy he had observed. Potter had hung in the very back of the room; he had looked around the entire room carefully before seeming to melt in the shadows. If that wasn't odd enough the Longbottom boy, youngest Weasley son and a muggleborn girl had surrounded him from all sides in what looked like a practiced move. It wasn't possible; they had just met this morning on the train. Potter was an enigma he would watch him carefully. He sighed He would have to deal with his godson now. Draco would have worked himself into a full blown temper tantrum by now. His godson the hufflepuff he shuddered inwardly.
