Reverse of a Dark Future

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. She is a wonderful author and I love her Harry Potter books. I do not own any of the persons in this fic except for Morin Black. He's mine, I created him!

Spoilers: Um, book four. Only a bit though, and book five does not happen in this fic. Good if you have read up to book four.

It's not spoilers, but I will warn you that all of the characters will be a bit different. The most major ones are Snape, Draco, the Weasley twins, Percy and Voldemort.

And beware, because I am an evil girl and I have changed Voldemort's past!

Not everything will center on Harry, but most of the time it will together with Morin. Morin is involved in Harry's whole life and they will get close to each other. But some parts will be all Morin, but I will not make this fic so it will only be about Morin, don't worry.

Pairings: None. Voldemort is being a little perverted with his old friend, Morin Black.

Chapter one here. Enjoy.

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EDITED 2010-01-11

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Chapter One: The appearance of Morin Black

Sahara desert
Year 1994

To say Morin Black was surprised when a person appeared in his bedroom out of nowhere was an understatement of the year. When the person introduced himself as Harry Potter, Morin wondered if he needed glasses because the man standing in the room did not look much like the guy. However, after a few hours, a pensive and a lot of memories later, he was ready to take that back. Morin leaned back and looked long and hard at Harry. Then he smiled a bit.

"Seems like my brain still worked correctly in the future," he said and Harry looked at him. "Still, can't believe I lived for that long."

"You were given means to survive for a lot longer," Harry said carefully.

"Yes I was given that," Morin said, "but have you never heard about a person who died of a broken heart because of the life he has lived? I know here and now I have not long left."

"I know that, but you must help me."

"You are the Boy-Who-Lived."

"In this time, I'm not," Harry said. "I don't count. It's my younger self who counts. And I don't want that for him."

"Then how do you suppose we do this? I can't be of much help."

Harry looked at him.

"I think you can," he replied. "There is the potion you suggested to me."

"Ah, yes I saw that memory. However, I didn't get to see which one," Morin said and leaned forward.

"A potion to merge," the man from the future said. "To merge us together. I give you life-support… you help me stop Voldemort."

Morin looked at him for a long time.

"Which body are we to merge into?" he asked.

"Both of them," Harry said. "I will be in your conscious but I will observe, not interact."

"So I will be me?"

"Yes," the man said. "And when you don't have the strength, you take mine."

Morin gazed at his clasped hands. Harry looked around the living-room, much livelier compared to when he lived there. There was even a few photos in the room but he knew it was not of Morin's family.

"Do I have the receipt to make the potion?" Morin asked.

"Yes, you do have it. You don't remember that?" Harry replied, surprised.

"For Merlin's sake, I've had better things to do then to look through old potions works!"

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Harry looked on as Morin was making the potion, his brow furrowed and gaze focused. He was reading from yellowing parchments, crinkling as the older man smoothed them out.

"Merlin," he muttered. "These pages are falling apart, and I'm almost as old as they are! Am I'm going to start falling apart as well? Where did the quality of the papers go?"

The man from the future smiled and shook his head. Trust Morin to make fun of his age and the parchments at the same time. The potions lab was the same as ever, filled with ingredients and pots and kettles and bottles. Rows and rows of bottles with liquids, potions with staining labels, books lying haphazardly on shelves as if Morin had flung them there in a hurry.

"It will be done in a half-hour," Morin said as he straightened up. "Needs to simmer for twenty-five, and cool down for five."

"Excellent," the younger of the two said.

Morin began to smile but instead coughed heavily and wet, holding a hand to his mouth. As he removed the hand, faint sprays of fine blood covered his lips and palm.

"What the?" Harry said even as he rushed up to the man. "Morin, are you alright?"

"I've been better," Morin said and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. "I've survived worse, so don't worry about it. With your strength, I will be able to finish this."

The man from the future still held onto Morin's arm and the older allowed it.

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"Why must we drink it in wineglasses?" Harry asked irritably.

"Because I haven't used these wineglasses ever," Morin said as he divided the potion in two glasses. "They've stood there, for over twenty years, in my cabinet without being used! I have to use them at least once."

"Whatever," Harry muttered.

"Now, now, don't look so sullen! Cheer up!"

"We're about to merge and you're about to help me stop your best friend, and you tell me to cheer up?"

Morin looked at Harry and gave a little sad smile.

"Tom… yes, he is my friend. He's so much more than my friend but… I can't let him hurt more people. I just can't. I don't do this because I hate him. I do it because I love him."

Harry nodded, knowing that. He lifted the glass and said:

"Bottom up?"

"Nothing other," Morin said and together they downed the potion.

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Hogwarts
Three days later

One would not call Albus Dumbledore a man with great haste. Sure, he would walk fast if he wished, but there was today no need for it.

So it was a surprise to the teachers when they saw their headmaster almost fly down the stairs, carrying him swiftly to the Entrance doors. As he closed in on them, the doors opened by themselves, as if sensing his hurry, and Albus ran down the stone stairs and onto the grass. Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall, who he had been talking to earlier when he just bolted, ran after him.

"Albus!" McGonagall called out. "What's wrong?"

Albus came to a stop and looked at the gate as it opened. A man came walking through it and both McGonagall and Snape looked to see who it was.

Raven hair surrounded his pale face, ending around his chest, with a dark green robe swept around his shoulders. Metal boots on his feet, he walking with an easy yet fast stride towards them. If they focused, the man's eyes could be green as emeralds.

"Albus, do you know him?" McGonagall said.

"Yes," the headmaster said. "But…"

"But what?" the witch asked.

"He was declared dead fourteen years ago."

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Looking up at the castle, Morin could not help the smile coming out. So long since he last saw the place. The aura of the three came to him easily and he looked at them. At the sight of the aged headmaster, he felt a bit teary-eyed and deep inside, he felt Harry shift, joy spreading. Albus was a sight for sore eyes, for both of them.

Remembering both McGonagall and Snape, he smiled a bit more. To think he had left them all. But it had been so hard to stay. Sometimes oblivion was better than the bitter truth.

Albus began to move towards him, and Morin felt a glimmer of hope within the waves of the man's magic, felt his heart swell. He had been missed.

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Albus stopped a few yards from Morin, not daring to walk closer if the man indeed was a hallucination. He would probably not be able to survive it.

"Hello headmaster," Morin said, bowing his head a bit.

"Is it really you?" the old wizard said.

"The one and only," Morin answered. "I'm sorry… for not telling you that I was alive."

"Why didn't you?"

"I thought it was better if the Ministry thought I was dead," the Black said. Albus knew that better than anyone, and nodded in understanding.

"Why coming back now then?" McGonagall asked.

"He's on the move", Morin said and Albus froze. "You know as well as I do Albus that I know when Voldemort is planning something naughty."

The smile on the man's face made the Potions and Transfiguration professors to shiver. Albus smiled and said:

"Boy, I have missed you a lot."

"No one around to pick on you?" Morin said and battled his eyelashes.

"I never missed that part of you," the headmaster said with a laugh and Morin pouted.

"You crush my heart," the younger man said dramatically.

"Come to join me at the office," Albus said. "You have fourteen years of a story to tell me."

"I'm afraid that's impossible," Morin said.

"Why?" the old wizard asked, puzzled.

"Albus… please. I don't want to bore you to death."

The laugh he got in return was all worth it.

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The Quidditch World Cup

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat by their tent as they waited for lunch. Arthur was busy jumping up and greeting on people rather than helping Percy to cook. The Weasley looked up at the three of them from his position by the fire and the food and said:

"It won't hurt if you can give me a hand."

"I'm not good at cooking," Ron said. "Do it yourself."

"Ronald!" Hermione said and started talking about the importance of helping each other.

Meanwhile Harry sat down next to Percy and said:

"The two of them…"

Percy only smiled.

"So what do you need help with?" the young teen asked.

They continued on for a while and then the two oldest Weasley brothers, Bill and Charlie, came out. The younger of the two of them saw someone and, much to the horror of the trio, said happily:

"Hi there professor Snape!"

"Charlie," Snape's voice answered and they turned around.

It was indeed the Greasy professor. He stood in his normal robes, but no scowl on his face. He shaded his eyes with his left hand and sighed.

"It's too damn warm for a meeting place," he sighed. "What was that idiot thinking?"

"Oh hi there Severus," Arthur said. "Want something to drink? And who are you talking poorly about now?"

"Something cold please," the professor answered. "And I was talking about an old friend of Dumbledore's, Morin Black."

Arthur stared dumbfounded at Snape as the rest of his children came out from the tents. Then he said, unaware his children, Hermione and Harry was listening:

"The Morin Black?"

"Yes," Snape answered and accepted the cold pumpkin juice Bill gave him. "The one and only Morin Black."

"The only one who openly fought You-Know-Who and survived it," Arthur said in awe. "But I thought he was dead?"

"You know the Ministry better than me Arthur," the professor said. "They watched You-Know-Who disappear and wanted to grab onto something."

"But didn't Morin Black fight against You-Know-Who as you just said?" Hermione said as she had gotten interested. The others listened intently.

"Hermione," Arthur said, "before You-Know-Who became evil, he was indeed only a child. Morin Black knew him back then."

"Speak of the devil, here he comes," Snape said. "And dressed in double-robes, what is the bloody idiot thinking?!"

They all turned around and got their first look on Morin Black.

The man was walking their way as he had spotted Snape. Wearing a dark green neck shirt, tight black pants and metal boots and over that, a thin black robe fastened to the shirt by chains along with a thick black robe over all that, they also wondered what the man was thinking on. His face was pale and eyes near the same as Harry's, his hair black and up in a ponytails.

Snape called out when he was closer:

"Are you completely mad?"

"Nope," Morin answered all too happy. "I'm just cold."

"Cold?!" the greasy man burst out. "How?!"

"Spend one week on Antarctic and let's see how you feel," Morin answered with a sniff and pulled the robe closer just to drive Snape mad. "Oh, hello Arthur. It's been a while; how's Molly? I see you got all your kids here as well; they're all grown up!"

This was said very cheerfully but then he saw Hermione and Harry. He tilted his head, eyes filled of curiosity and then he said while pointing at them:

"But those two aren't yours right?"

Arthur invited the cheerful black-dressed man to sit down and waited until the Black was sitting cross-legged not too far from the fire before saying:

"No, they are not mine. The girl is our wonderful Hermione Granger," to this she blushed and the children grinned, "and that is Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?" Morin said and turned his eyes to Harry.

Harry tried to look away, but then realized that Morin was not looking at his scar but his eyes. Finally Morin smiled softly and said:

"Everyone says you look so much like your father."

Harry was disappointed, thinking that maybe someone else than Sirius would say something different about how he looked, but then Morin continued:

"But I don't see that. Yes, you look a bit like him but you have your mother's eyes."

"My mother's eyes?" Harry said, surprised. "You knew my mother?"

"I knew your parents and their friends rather well," the Black said absently and accepted the pumpkin juice handed to him by Percy.

"For Merlin's sake Morin, can you take off that bloody robe?" Snape finally snapped a few moments later.

"Alright, alright," the man said and shrugged it off. "You're so picky."

"You're the idiot."

"I am not!"

"You never make sense when you speak."

"Excuse me, but I didn't exactly have anyone to talk to in fourteen years! Who was I supposed to talk to? The wall in my house? I'm very sorry, Severus, but I don't think that would have been most helpful!"

They looked on as Snape and Morin bickered back and forth with amused looks. But Harry was staring at the Black. A person who knew Voldemort also knew his parents? That was odd. But he looked, and acted, all too friendly to be with someone like Voldemort…

Morin gave up and said:

"You're hopeless Severus."

"I am so not going to answer on that one."

"Good."

"How have you been all these years?" Arthur said to the older man.

"Bored," Morin answered flatly. "I was so bored I even started to try inventing a potion that made tongues grow."

"Was it a success?" Fred asked eagerly.

"I don't know; I didn't have anyone to test it on!" the Black said.

Arthur sighed of relief and the twins shoulders slumped in defeat. Snape looked at the oldest Weasley and grinned.

"Morin, why don't you talk a bit with the twins, Fred and George, about your life on Hogwarts?" the potions master said.

"Why?" the twins asked.

"What do you mean?" Morin asked.

"What you did beyond studying," Snape said with that kind of evil look he had when taking points from Gryffindor. The children shrunk away but soon realized it was not them who should be afraid:

"Do you mean the pranks?"

Arthur went pale of horror.

"No, I forbid you Morin!" the man said. "Fred and George have enough with pranks."

"So they don't need the prank when I made professor Dumbledore's hair pink with green highlights?" the man said.

"Yes we need that one!" the twins said with equal devilish smiles and grabbed the older man before he could protest.

"You did that on purpose didn't you Severus?" the oldest Weasley groaned as he watched in despair his sons starting asking Morin about the pranks. Fred was holding a note pad and was scribbling down whatever Morin was saying.

"Yes," the greasy professor said without hesitation. "From what I heard Morin was quite good with the combination of spells and potions. His combinations were often used in pranks."

"Pranks on which house?" Hermione said. "Was it Hufflepuff or--"

"Nonsense, why choosing! No, he did all of the houses," Snape said. "It could be on the Slytherins one day, Ravenclaw the next and Gryffindor the third before Hufflepuff suffered the forth day."

"Did he pull the pranks?" Ron said with wide eyes.

"He just planned them," the potions master said, all too happy about giving the twins' parents a hard time to refuse them an answer. "He is smart enough to plan it and make it look like it was someone else who did it."

"But he can't be smarter than Hermione," the twins said, "right?"

Morin suddenly became very uncomfortable and Snape grinned yet again. The Weasley children, Hermione and Harry were a bit scared; the potions professor never acted this way. He also acted civil towards them all. And he was way too happy at that moment.

"Miss Granger," the greasy man said and Hermione snapped to attention. "You have met your superior I'm afraid."

"You were smarter than me in school?" she asked the Black who nodded miserably, not wanting anyone to find out. "Marvellous! How did your studies go?" She scooted closer to him, eager. He reared back a bit at seeing her large eyes, raising an eyebrow before complying in answering her question.

"I actually finished school, despite my extra classes in difficult subjects, in my fifth year," Morin said and had the grace to look sheepish.

They were speechless. Hermione's mouth was hanging open. Then she said slowly:

"What kind of difficult subjects?"

"Advanced potions, Duelling, Swordsmanship, Black Arts and a few more," the Black said and hid his face as their jaws dropped. "What? I didn't do anything else than study before school!"

"Why not?" Harry dared to ask.

Harry saw Morin flinch at the question.

"I just didn't want to do normal things," the Black said, looking away. "When I was young, I always thought that normal stuff children does was too boring. So I never did that stuff kids do."

Silence as everyone stared at Morin. He looked away with a frown, so unlike his normally cheerfully nature.

The silence only lasted for a few seconds though, and then they talked about other things. Harry saw the man relax once the focus was off from him. But the Boy-Who-Lived would not avert his attention from Morin just yet. He crept closer and sat down next to the man.

"You said you knew my parents," Harry said.

"Yes." The tone was quite friendly, but it held a sadness hidden underneath.

"Can you tell me about them?" Harry asked with a faint blush.

Morin looked down at him, and for a moment he was silent. Then he said:

"What do you wish to know?"

"Everything!"

"I'm afraid we do not have so much time as it would take if I would tell you everything I knew about your parents, so decide for something more easily."

Harry was silent for a while, and then decided to ask the question he had in his head for a long time:

"Okay… My mother. How was she like?" Remus had told him a bit of her, but he wished to learn more. It was like she was unknown to everyone, or they refused to share with him how she was.

"Lily? Perfect in every possible way I might say," the Black said. "James was really lucky to get her. She supported others even when she had her own burdens. She treated everyone like humans; she even treated werewolves like humans."

Harry looked at Morin. Then he said:

"I wish I had known her."

"I wish that too," Morin said and the young man looked at him. "I don't know what's worse; to not have parents or to have parents who doesn't even notice you."

Harry stared at Morin's face. Did the man just say that? Had Morin been ignored by his parents? The Black smiled brightly at him, even though his green eyes were incredible sad, and said:

"What happens, happens. We can't exactly go back and change it."

"You're right," Harry said. "I'll get to know them sooner or later."

"What do you mean?"

"When I die I'll meet them right? That means I'll get to know them then."

Morin looked at the boy for a while. Then he rested his head in his hand and smiled more softly.

"Yeah, that's right," he said and looked up in the sky. "Just live your life fully."

"What?" Harry said.

"You never know when you are about to die," Morin said. "Just don't walk around hoping you will die just so you can meet your parents. I'm sure that's not what they want."

Harry looked at the Black. The said man rose up and said:

"We better start head to the game."

"You're gonna watch it?" Ron said.

"I have no choice, Albus gave us tickets before we even had the chance to complain," the Black said, talking about both himself and the greasy professor. "Frankly, Quidditch is not an entertainment for me."

"What is entertainment for you then?" Harry asked.

"Hardly anything these days," Morin said as he bent down to take his thick robe he had used to sit on. "Maybe making potions, but even that begins to become boring. It's not easy finding a challenge these days."

With that, he began to walk away while dusting off the robe. Snape rose up with a mutter of "Ungrateful man who doesn't understand potions these days" and followed. Hermione turned to Ron and Harry and they looked at each other for a while. Then Harry said:

"Just who is Morin Black?"

Tbc…

EDITED 2010-01-11

Chapter two: the Quidditch game, the Death eaters and then coming to Hogwarts. What plans have Albus and Morin made?

Until later,

Ja,

Tiro