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Spoilers: if you don't know the books from HP, go read them!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Plot & Beta: darksnakelordess
Pairing/s in this chapter: none
Warnings in this chapter: time travel
Nr words in this chapter: 1,917
"Talking"
'Thinking'
-Parseltongue-
Dream/Memory
Chapter I
–New Pet–
Harry shivered and opened his eyes and his eyes found red.
"Crucio."
Harry jumped and hid behind the chair where he had been laying, it looked like a throne. Harry peeked through the arms of the throne, only to see, the one and only, Lord Voldemort sneering at him. As if in instinct, Harry moved his fringe to cover his forehead where his lightning scar was.
"Who are you?"
Harry eyes widen. So this couldn't be Voldemort. The man would immediately know who he was. Of course if this wasn't Voldemort the person who was playing him would also know who Harry was…
"Aiden."
"Well, Mr. Aiden, may I inquire how you got yourself in my house and my throne room? Not to mention sleeping on my throne…"
"May I inquire why I got myself attacked? And by a curse that will lead you right into Azkaban, no less."
There was a silence and Harry looked again, seeing the nose less man looking at the chair, wand at hand ready for an attack, his white skin and red eye, Harry was sure that this man was Voldemort. Now the problem was, how the man was back and why didn't he remember Harry.
"And who are you?" Harry added for effect, might as well play the role. If this Voldemort didn't know who Harry was then maybe he would attack for kill.
Voldemort eyes found his touch the armchair.
"My name is Lord Voldemort. You were attacked because you entered a house uninvited and were sleeping on my throne chair. Now do you have a good reason to be here, or I'll call the Aurors and will talk to your supervisor."
'Supervisor? But I'm my own supervisor…'
"I entered what? Supervi – what?" Harry rose slowly, facing Voldemort with a questioning look.
This man didn't know Harry, so he was from before Harry's birth and got himself thrown into the future, or Harry was sent into the past, or it was a joke. Harry doubted it was a joke so this was time-travel.
"What day is today?"
Voldemort frowned.
"Samhain, '71."
Harry eyes grew. So he did travel back in time… Great!
"Where am I?" Harry asked, scratching the back of his head and looking around. There were a few Death Eaters by the other side of the room, all with their masks, looking at him. "Where in Merlin did I get myself into, this time?"
Voldemort raised a hairless eyebrow.
"You're in England Mr. Aiden. Where would you be?"
"'71 you said?" Harry asked tilting his head to the side, Voldemort nodded. "Damn it, Ronald, where did you put me this time?"
Harry was sure he was making everyone even more confused. Now, how to get out of there without getting cursed or hunted…
"Mr. Aiden?"
Harry felt Voldemort's magic starting to touch him, as if testing him. Harry frowned looking back at the man in the eyes.
"You do know that it's inappropriate to do that, don't you?"
Voldemort eyes won a strange light to them, but the magic retreated. Harry forced his magic to touch the wards, feeling thankful for the time he listened to Bill. Harry knew that not everyone could feel powerful magic, so he might as well try to leave, because if he was lucky Voldemort would try to court him to his side, if he wasn't he would be seen as a threat…
There it was, the anti-apparating ward. Harry concentrated and then materialized. As he tried to go through the wards, he ended up landing under his feet. Harry whimpered, leaning against a wall.
He was so screwed!
–PC–
"Aiden Mather you said your name was?" Harry nodded. "And you taught defence once?" Harry nodded again. "Aren't you too young for that?"
"I was fifteen."
The red haired, blue eyed wizard smiled.
"Adolescence…" Dumbledore winked at Harry, making Harry's throat to tighten. "I don't seem to see a problem with this. Are you able to start…?"
"Right away, professor."
"Perfect then. Shall we?" the wizard stood with a smile.
Harry nodded and stood. Dumbledore took him to the defence classroom, as they entered the dada's office seven parchments appeared on the desk.
"That's the course's guidelines that the Ministry has put for Defence Against the Dark Arts, one parchment for each year. Is there anything you would need?"
Harry shook his head and the wizard left. He sat on the chair and sighed looking outside through the window. Harry was a no one in this time, he might as well try to get some money for clothes and others stuff. He looked to the parchments, wondering how he would live for a month without anything but the Auror robes he had on his person.
–PC–
Harry woke early the next morning to see that a house elf had appeared in front of him. He grabbed his glasses and put them on.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Aiden, sir?" the house elf asked.
"Yes, that's me." Harry answered, sitting.
The house elf fumbled with his dressed rag-towel, only to pick a letter and offered it to Harry. Harry checked if it had any curse before picking it and opening it.
Mr. Aiden
Congratulations in evading my wards twice.
Harry tensed.
I believe your friend Ronald may have sent you with a portkey, but we both know that the way out of my place was all you. You were dressed in Auror clothes, so I'll bet you are an Auror.
Hope to see you really soon.
LV
Harry looked to the house elf that was looking back in fear.
"I suppose he waits an answer?" The house elf nodded. Harry stood and left the bedroom entering the office and picking up a piece parchment and a feather before opening an ink bottle.
Voldemort
If your father was a Curse Breaker you would have also easily broken out of your dear house.
I'm afraid you'll have to pay me that bet. I'm a professor and not an Auror. (Seriously, money to get some clothes would be nice)
Hope to don't see you at all
Aiden
Harry delivered the parchment to the house elf who apparated away. Harry stood, used a refreshing spell on himself and transfigured some of his clothes before he started to leave his office to go to the Great Hall where a crack stopped him. Harry looked back to see the same house elf.
"Yes?"
The house elf took a little coin's purse from his rag-tower and offered it to Harry. Harry eyes widen as he was handed the purse full of coins with a note within it. Before Harry could speak, the house elf popped away. Harry looked at the note.
Diagon Alley is a great place to buy clothes, see you there.
The note fell to the floor. Harry couldn't believe this, what was Voldemort playing at?
Harry opened the purse and his eyes grew.
–PC–
Harry looked around in the Great Hall, not really knowing where to sit and how to behave.
"Mather?" Harry turned to see a younger version of Professor McGonagall, Harry nodded. "I take it Albus didn't tell you where to sit, or give you your schedule."
Harry shook his head. The woman nodded and made a signal with her hand pointing to the staff table. Harry offered his arm and the two went to the table.
"I'm Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor."
"Aiden Mather, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Harry said with a smile.
"Of course you are. Now let me see where I have it…" the woman looked through her bag to pick out a small parchment which she gave to Harry. "Here."
"Thanks." Harry said with a smile as he took the schedule from the witch.
Harry looked at it. No class until after lunch, which would give him time to get new clothes and to get ready.
"May I ask... if I'll have to leave for personal reasons out of class time…?"
"What you do with your free time is up to you, Mather."
Harry nodded with a smile and prepared his breakfast.
Harry looked up when he heard a familiar voice talking. His eyes grew at seeing his eleven year old father entering the Great Hall with Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin, the last one having his face in a book.
"I would be careful with those four. Potter, Black, Pettigrew and Lupin." Harry looked at McGonagall. "Trouble makers."
Harry nodded and his eyes roamed the Gryffindor table looking for a red haired girl with green eyes.
"Know someone?"
Harry shook his head.
"I'm afraid not." He said going back to the breakfast. He wanted to see his mother…
As Harry was going to stand to leave, the owls entered and in no time an owl stopped before him. Harry looks at it as it does a glaring contest with him before finally the owl offered her leg and the letter on it. Harry picked the letter, knowing that only one person knew he existed and opened it, reading.
Aiden
Congratulations on becoming a professor. Hope you're better than the last one.
When you said professor on your letter I couldn't exactly believe it, but now that I know for real I can't help but congratulate you. What lie did you tell the old fool?
I also know that you'll be free this morning, so do please meet with me in Diagon Alley. We have a lot to talk about, my pet.
V
Harry tensed, how dare he?
"Friend?"
Harry looked at McGonagall.
"An acquaintance, he wants to congratulate me on becoming a professor and wants to see me again."
"Not a friend then."
"I'm afraid that we're not that even close to that." Harry stood. "See you at lunch, professor McGonagall."
The woman bowed her head and Harry left, feeling every student's eyes on him.
Harry left Hogwarts grounds and apparated, only to be embraced by someone from behind and pulled into an alley.
"Who are you?" Voldemort's voice asked against his ear.
"Aiden."
"Who are you, Aiden?"
"Why do you want to know, Voldemort? And why am I being abducted? I have classes today which I still have yet to prepare for as well as to go shopping for clothes and other necessities."
Harry could clearly feel Voldemort's smirk on his neck.
"It's still early; we have time for a little talk, Professor Aiden. Besides, I'm the one paying for the clothes."
"I don't know… you did bet money that I was an Auror and lost."
"Your clothes didn't help."
"Yet you still bet. So I don't see a reason for you to be here or for you to want to see me."
Harry felt himself being turned around. Voldemort's eyes were hard when they met Harry's.
"You entered my house and managed to break my wards easily. You have no money and no idea where you were or what date it was. I'm going to keep you under my watch until I'm sure you mean no harm to me."
Harry frowned.
"And if I do?"
"Do I need to answer that, my pet?"
"I'm not your pet!" Harry growled pushing the man away, angrily.
Voldemort smirked and with a quick incantation his face changed, as well as his eye colour, making him seem more human and an older version of Tom Riddle.
"That's yet to see…" the man said and grabbed Harry's shoulder, pulling him again to the main road and directed him to Diagon Alley.
(TBC)
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