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Story: Le Futur Incalculable
Summary: After Dumbledore's funeral, Hermione and Harry are called by Professor McGonagall to report to the Headmaster's office containing a letter of his final death wish to ask Harry to go back in time and changed the future...forever...
Author: Layarana Haven
Rating: R
Warning: Slash/Lemon (seriously)
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Pairing: Tom/Harry
Note:
/Mind reading/
/Mind Reading/
Parseltongue
Flashback
And lastly, please review!!!!!!!!!!!
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1. Forbidden
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was produced by the four founders such as Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. For centuries magic has been the both the enemy and ally of this school for such a special wizard named Harry James Potter. Me. 'Special' was far beyond the word that other wizard and witches among the world would ever use for this sixteen year old for I have suffered and prevailed throughout my years from the age of an infant to now. In the first year I survived on countless occasions from losing my friends, my allies, to living with my so-they-call-themselves courteous relatives named the Dursleys who remain forever more on Private Drive Number Four that has been abusing me and nearly had forgotten me since the day that the Headmaster Dumbledore himself, Professor McGonagall, and Rubius Hagrid left my infant self on the doorstep of Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and my lump of a boy cousin Dudley. Now since my eleventh year at Hogwarts (currently six), I have fought against the Dark Arts by a Dark Wizard known as Lord Voldemort. When I was but an infant, Voldemort was informed by the traitor of James and Lily Potter, Peter Pettigrew that the so-called threats were located and hidden in Godric's Hollow.
There, the Dark Wizard killed the two parents with the killing curse, Avada Kadavra, and used the same curse on me. Fortunately in Voldemort's attempt to get rid of the threat that would someday soon destroy him, it backfired by a counter curse simply called...love. For years I had to grow faster than other in order to face the Dark Wizard that would kill me at any cost. Little did this young wizard know until my sixth year that there were indeed seven horcruxes that Tom Riddle made before he became Lord Voldemort in order to become immortal. The Order of the Phoenix, an organization made by Albus Dumbledore to resist against the Dark Wizard and his followers, the Death Eaters and restore peace to the world now had destroyed six of them, which means that there was only one horcrux left. Unbearable many lives were lost in order to retrieve them in the first place. Headmaster Dumbledore died much to many wizard's sadness including my own that meant like a grandfather to me.
The funeral at Hogwarts for the late Headmaster had just came to a close and many wizard and witched dissipated into the castle or to return to their homes. Me, Harry Potter, a tall, raven-haired, lithe body, and emerald green eyes the color of Avada Kedravra that nearly killed me when I was an infant was standing over the old deceased wizard's grave in a dress robe that I wore to the Yule Ball a year ago looking more depressed than the day when Bellatrix Lestrange killed her cousin, my godfather, Sirius Black. My two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley went over to their common rooms requested by me to just leave me to mourn. They agreed entirely for the whole school knew of the close family relationship that I adored. Now he was gone. I felt an empty hole in my stomach as I thought this the bile threatening to spill over my lips. I could not believe that Severus Snape actually killed Dumbledore. It was...strange.
I could remember this like it was yesterday. Hell it was yesterday!
A young boy with raven-black hair was chasing the Death Eaters, specially Severus Snape, after Albus was killed with a killing spell. When he was running he simply did not think where he was running to letting his feet do the guiding. When he finally saw his target in front of Hagrid's house he flew a Sectumsempra at him in his anger and grief. Snape blocked it with his own spell easily like it was nothing but all in all perturbed.
"FIGHT! FIGHT BACK YOU COWARD!" Harry yelled. He flew another spell at him once again to be dodged easily as Snape neared him.
"HE TRUSTED YOU! And you killed him." He said the last part solemnly, head down, tear falling once more before speaking another curse of Sectumsempra. This time Snape dodged it in anger at the same time knocking Harry's wand out from his grasp.
"How dare you use my own spell against me?!" Snape snarled. He became slightly calm. Smirking. The damn bastard was smirking! "I am the half-blooded prince. Always have been." he walked away towards the other death eaters.
I shivered from the memory when his head came back up from the Pensive. I could still not digest that Severus Snape, my potion teacher was actually the Half-Blooded Prince all this time. But wasn't the half-blooded prince supposed to help the Light? Not destroy it? And what was up with always protecting Malfoy whenever the snappy blond got himself into trouble? Never had I seen Snape do that before. As he skimmed around the late headmaster's office I noticed a once empty frame now occupied with Dumbledore lounging on a red fancy chair sleeping peacefully like there was not a care in the world. How could this have happened? I thought as I exit the office.
After a few days since the headmaster's...death...things have been tense at Hogwarts but classes still went on like it normally does with the exception of the Ministry coming in and out, checking for anything that might be out of place. Oh sure. Now they come.
Idiots. Imbeciles.I thought to myself as I walked to the Quidditch Court the fly and get this forsaken headache to disappear. Flying was always my getaway when something went amiss. I remember the night Sirius died I came here and nearly banged all over the podiums because I wasn't paying all that much attention to where I was steering. Sometime I would ask Oliver Wood if I could borrow the Snitch to get some practice, so he happily agreed. I swear you mention even the word 'Quidditch' and he'll do anything for you. I smiled when I held onto my Firebolt. Has it really been three years since I've had it? I miss my Nimbus Two Thousand. It was the first broomstick I had. Another reason I enjoyed flying was because it brought me closer to people. For instance, McGonagall and Sirius and Dumbledore. I frowned as I thought of those two. Shaking my head and fixing my spectacles I hopped onto my broomstick and started flying anywhere that would take my mind off of things. The week has been hectic, what with McGonagall putting things together while still grieving over the late headmaster's death. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes until I heard my name being called. A feminine voice: Hermione? For goodness sake why was she screeching? Oh. Right. Responding to her request to see me I descended on the ground lightly, picking up my broomstick, walking over to her. She grimaced from impatience and pulled my by the wrist over to...Dumbledore's office? No. I can't go over there. I wrenched my wrist from her hold, panic-stricken. If I go there now, the recent recovery issue that I have been working on will be for naught. No matter what anyone says. Even Hermione who was grunting crossing her arms in front of her chest eyebrows up in question.
"I-I can't Hermione. I've only just recovered from grief." I stuttered. Her face smoothed out in understanding.
"Harry. I know how you must feel but this is important."
I snapped my head. "What? Voldemort? If this has anything to do with recent reports then don't bother on briefing me right now "
"It's about Dumbledore!" she interrupted hastily.
I froze. "Dumble...dore?"
She nodded fast. "Yes! Yes!" She spun her head around to make sure that no one was listening or watching and pulled me into the corner whispering.
"He has a letter Harry." she said firmly, tight lipped.
Now I was confused beyond reason. "A letter? You mean like...a will?"
"Well...sort of..." she trailed off before continuing again. "He has asked something of importance that has something to do with Voldemort's past. He asked that only you, me and Professor McGonagall to be present."
I winced in surprise. Voldemort's past? Wait!
"Does Ron know this?"
She shook her bushy head. "No. I think...I think we better go now and see what the professor wants. Come on."
We arrived in from of the statue that led to the former headmaster's office. I began to hyperventilate. Hermione patted me on the back for encouragement and I thanked her silently.
"Liquorish wand." she said hands spreading out in front of her. All of the sudden she pulled me toward the statue asking me to step on the moving stairs ascending to the office above. Finally the wooden aged door appeared in front of us opening automatically to invite us in. My lips broadened as my green eyes caught Fawkes, the red-orange phoenix that helped me our in the chamber of secrets five years ago at Hogwarts, sitting casually on the bar squawking upon our arrival. Hermione stayed as far back and close to me as possible. I rubbed the side of her arm in assurance that he would not hurt us in any way. McGonagall was filing away papers in more haste than I has seen her do before.
"Professor." Hermione greeted from behind me.
She snapped her head out of focus from what she was doing and smiled sadly.
Must still be grieving. I don't blame her. Just being here makes me want to scream, I thought in anger.
The teacher stood up from the desk, walking around holding a piece of parchment, a red ribbon with a small golden medallion hanging on edge. My face scrunched down in confusion at the thing.
"From him?" I inquired. McGonagall nodded solemnly.
"Yes. It is. It was dated the day before he died. It's for the both of you." Both of us stared at each other in disclosure.
"The both of us?" We questioned at her words in unison. Hermione must have been more confused than myself. Usually anything from the former Headmaster would come to me if it was so important that had to do with the Wizarding and Muggle world. Without notice, McGonagall slid open a drawer that hand to be opened with the wave of her hand. Flashback of memory brought me to when Lupin had to do the same thing when opening the huge trunk that contained the boggart. The professor took out a long black suave box walking up to us and opening it with the same wave of magic. The box opened and in it contained the thing that both Hermione and I thought we would ever see again.
The Time Turner.
The gold was still in great condition as it was when I first saw it when Hermione and I were going to save...
"Hey! It's the time turner than you gave to me three years ago. Wow. Never imagined that I would see it again after all this..." she snickered. "Time." She shifted her position to that of curiosity. "But professor. What are those?"
I gazed at the two silver necklaces, a semblance of the time turner only longer in the chain.
She grabbed the three necklaces with a care of her magic wand using Wingardium Leviosa spell to let it suspense in midair.
"This, Ms. Granger, is a Memory Time Turner."
"A Memory Time Turner?" I asked in astonishment.
"Yes. This necklace was never documented because of the powers it beholds even more than the Time Turner itself. As you know already, Rowena Ravenclaw, on of the four founders of the school, was known for her brilliance and creativity. Her demise was caused from a broken heart, what it was is unknown. It was said that Rowena, using her creativity, created the Time Turner to fix whatever it was. Of course, Rowena needed help and asked Godric Gryffindor to do that task. And that is when she created the Memory Time Turner. She wanted at least someone to remember what she was about to do in case something happened as she was attempting to do something terribly and extremely dangerous. Now, Godric tried to stop her with all his might but she was so heart broken that she was determined to accomplish her goals no matter what it takes, so she gave another version of a Time Turner to him before she went back in time. No one knows what happened to her but Godric refused to give out anymore information in a diary that he reserved that was discovered by the Ministry of Magic."
"I see..." I said quietly. "Pardon me but...what does Dumbledore want us to do exactly?"
"He wants you, Mr. Potter, to go back in time and find a person by the name of Tom Riddle who was You-Know-Who previously and stop what has come fifty years hence." she explained, her voice strained.
Hermione was the one to voice my nervousness and wonder laced with suspicion. "Hang on. Why would the Dumbledore ask such a dangerous task when we already found all six horcruxes save for one?"
She sighed heavily. Her eyes closed, opening them again; she was sad. "Because Harry...you are the seventh horcrux..."
Darkness took over me.
"First, Harry, I want to thank you. You must have shown me real loyalty down in the Chamber," Dumbledore says to Harry as he walks in front of him in his office. He gestures to his phoenix, Fawkes. "Nothing but that could have called Fawkes to you." Harry smiles at the bird remembering his help through all the troubles in the Chamber. Dumbledore breaks the silence keeping Harry out of a trance. "And secondly, I sense that you are troubled by something. Am I right?" He says carefully while gazing at Harry's green eyes.
Harry becomes nervous and anxious, thinking about how he was going to tell him. "You see, sir. I couldn't help noticing certain things. Certain similarities. Between...Tom Riddle...and me..."
The headmaster understand immediately and starts explaining. "You can speak...Parseltongue Harry, because Lord Voldemort speaks Parseltongue."
Harry has the look of confusion. "Unless, I am much mistaken, he transferred some of his powers to you the night he gave you that scar." He pointed at Harry's scar that shape of a lightening bolt on the right side of his forehead. Harry subconsciously rubs it back and forth seeming flabbergasted.
"Voldemort...transferred some of his powers...to me?"
Dumbledore nods walking around his desk sitting himself on his antique chair. "Not intentionally...but yes."
I woke up at the end of the dream as dumbfounded as ever. Could that be it? The night that Voldemort gave me this scar possibly might have transferred some of his essence over to me, therefore, creating the seventh horcrux? Did Voldemort know of this? Then if this was the case, then why would he want to kill me? Maybe he didn't know it. But then the prophecy. Only one of us must die while the other survives. But he cannot destroy his own horcrux, right? I grinded my teeth. Maybe that was why Snape wanted me to be kept quiet and saved me from being killed by that crazy witch Bellatrix. Voldemort would have to find some way to destroy me while trying to figure out a way to save a part of his soul. A wave of realization flooded over me. Dumbledore wanted to give me the Time Turner so that me dying would be avoided. I laughed shaking my head. Even in death the old wizard saved me. I stared up at the beige ceiling then swung up off the bed heading over to the headmaster's office. I ran as fast as I could not caring about the other students getting trampled over and some surprised by my actions. I didn't care. I needed to fulfill my duty to save both myself, and the Wizard and Muggle world. As soon as I arrived I saw Hermione talking casually to McGonagall about some nonsense. Sensing that I was here they both stood up at the same time worried and relieved. Hermione was the first one to run over to me and hug me then came the professor.
"Oh we were so worried." Hermione said, frowning. I laughed , kissing her cheek.
I turned over to McGonagall, determined. "I understand what I need to do professor. Just tell me when."
She smiled and nodded. "You two must know that this is forbidden magic due to how many years you are going back. Only the three of us will know of what is to happen. Let me explain. Although Ms. Granger and myself have the Memory Time Turner we will still be placed where we were. Ms. Granger will not be borne but Rowena Ravenclaw also made it possible for future users that the necklace will appear as soon as our magic arrives so Ms. Granger will remember the events even though the events will change. Ms. Granger. Give this to Mr. Weasley." The teacher gave Hermione a ring plastered with a vision of a Time Turner. "Ms. Ravenclaw was very brilliant indeed as well as her fancy for fashion." She chuckled. Her body and focus turned to me.
"It is up to you now Mr. Potter. Who knows what the future might alternate whilst you are there but I am positive that you will do a fundamentally fine job. Here is a note to give to Dumbledore and Dumbledore only. He will know why you are there. Your name will be Mr. Hayden Polk and you are attending your seventh year at Hogwarts which is most likely where Tom Riddle will become You-Know-Who. And when the time comes, you must return back to your own time by saying: Take me back to the place where I belong. And then say: Vortex Intemporel.
"Ms. Granger took the liberty to pack all your things so you should be fine. The rest you can count on Dumbledore. But you must find him first before Dippet finds you." She handed me a picture with a man with an orange long beard and hazel eyes with round glasses. "Okay." I nodded in agreement. Hold on... "How will I know when to...?"
"You'll know." she interceded. "Also," Professor McGonagall looked down seeming reluctant. "You must ask the sorting hat to be placed in Slytherin."
Placing my hand on her bony shoulder I grinned releasing my grip and let her do her magic to spin it the year where I was assigned to go.
They placed the silver necklaces around their necks and smile a reassurance smile. Ron came into the room looking rather confused when Hermione placed the ring onto his finger and pulled him next to her Hermione holding his hand and standing next to McGonagall. The teachers started saying some ancient language, Hermione waving the interlocked hands smiling sadly when the last thing that I heard was the two women saying good luck. Then everything was a blur.
