Beyond the Veil
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Okay, this is a plot bunny that ate several smaller plot bunnies, so I have to get it out before it devours my conscious mind.
In this fanfiction, 8 years after the climatic battle against Voldemort, Harry decides to break the number one rule of time-travel.
He is going to change history.
Chapter 2: Arrival
Harry blinked wearily. His mind felt fuzzy. Where was he and why…what were those things? A pair of sparkling crescent moons hung over Harry's head. Harry tried to grab them, but his arm barely twitched. He glanced at it and saw a chubby little arm with tiny pudgy fingers attached. It all came flooding back. The lab, the Time-Turner, Hermione, Ron, Ginny…he had done it. He was in the past.
Harry had discovered, as he was searching for a way to go back in time and change history, that the reason that the limit was set on going back no more than a few days was because there was a certain amount of strain on the body as you tried to send it back in time. After around 4 days and 6 hours, it became to much and you were catapulted back into time. Harry had tried to send an apple back in time 5 days. He then realized that it was the apple he had slipped on three days ago, or, the remnants of the apple. Harry had been driven half mad, trying to out think himself and figure out a way to go back, until a ghost, an old gentleman who haunted the apartment where Harry was staying, poked his head through the floor to tell Harry that he had mail. Harry had realized then that, because spirit bodies had no mass, they would have less drag as they traveled back in time. After he had worked out a way to start propelling himself backwards through time, then separate his body from his spirit, and target his spirit backwards through time to one of his previous bodies. He had been set. Harry now sat on the doorstep of Number Four, Privet Drive, where Dumbledore had just set him. Harry didn't know if Dumbledore could sense the fact that Harry was now aware much beyond his years, but he showed no sign, instead, he walked backwards leaving Harry there o the door stoop. Harry clutched at the letter beside him, and fell asleep.
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Harry was awakened the next morning by Aunt Petunia's screams. He started wailing, and Aunt Petunia, dreading what the neighbors might think, brought him inside. Harry was roundly abused by Dudley for the next several years, but, Harry had foreknowledge of, and was able to avoid, some of Dudley's more violent attacks. Harry quickly found himself facing new attacks, however; but he was able to survive. Because Harry had some control on his magic, he was able to channel it much better. He was smart enough to keep it under control where it wasn't warranted, but he still let it leak out for some of his more memorable escapades, such as his leap to the cafeteria roof and turning the wig of his teacher, who loved to poke Harry and put him down in front of the class, blue. Soon, he found that his eleventh birthday was fast approaching. Harry had decided that, while he would try to grab some of the letters, he would wait for Hagrid to show up, because, Harry was quite fond of Hagrid, and really wanted to get to know him the same way he had the first time.
On the morning of the zoo trip for Dudley, Harry looked forward to it with as little enthusiasm as last time. He was looking forward to the Knickerbocker Glory, and talking to the snake, but he dreaded having to spend the entire day with Dudley and Piers. In the end, just like last time, Harry was brought along. He kept his mouth shut about flying motorcycles, and the car ride went smoothly enough. By the time they got to the reptile house, Harry couldn't to set the python on Dudley.
Harry walked over to the cage that Dudley had just vacated and stared at the snake. He talked to it, found out about it being bred in captivity, then he said, "I am going to try to get you out of here. If I get you out, could you snap and hiss at my cousin, Dudley, he is the fat one that is going to stick his face against the glass. Oh, and I am going to appear to be scared and shocked at you coming out. Just an act to save my hide a bit." The snake nodded, and then Harry heard Dudley shout, "Dad, Dad, come look. You won't believe what this snake is doing." Sure enough, Dudley came and shoved Harry aside, and pressed his fat face against the glass. Harry felt his magic rise with his anger, and used it to Vanish the glass. Dudley pinwheeled backwards, and landed on his fat behind. The snake uncoiled and hissed and snapped at Dudley a bit, but then, laughing softly to it self, left the building. Harry watched this after plastering a look of indignation then shock on his face. He didn't loosen up until Uncle Vernon bodily hauled him from the floor. He shouted at Harry, but, after seeing the look of pure horror Harry had etched across his face, let it slide. He forbade Harry to have any meals until the weekend, which wasn't too bad, considering.
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A week and a half before Harry's birthday, the first letter arrived. Harry got the mail with out complaint, and sat back with his letter. He took his time opening it, as if he were scared it would vanish. Dudley grabbed it, and Uncle Vernon once again threw Harry and Dudley out of the room. For the next several days, Harry made several half-hearted attempts, though he did go downstairs on Wednesday to tread on Uncle Vernon's face, but aside from that satisfaction, it was a rather dull week. Harry was laughing his head off, silently, when he secretly stole three letters on Sunday, and then let them drop out of his shirt as Uncle Vernon dragged him to the car. He was getting a surprising amount of fun out of baiting the Dursleys. When they finally arrived at the cabin, Harry sat breathless in anticipation. He glanced over at Dudley's wristwatch. 3…2…1…BOOM! Harry sat up, a grin crossing his face before he stifled it. Hagrid was here.
Harry watched the unfolding scene and had to restrain himself from laughing out loud as Hagrid gave Dudley a pig tail. Harry asked al the right questions and looked confused in all the right spots, and, in a matter of hours, he and Hagrid were sailing across the sea back to the mainland. Harry wondered briefly how the Dursley's would get back, but decided that they would manage. They had before.
Harry followed Hagrid, laughing at Hagrid taking up three seats in the Underground. When they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry spotted Quirrell right away. He so wanted to rip the turban off Quirrell's bald head, but he wasn't sure if Voldemort would be there or not. Harry endured the round of handshakes, and then realized that Voldemort couldn't be with Quirrell yet, because Quirrell actually shook Harry's hand. Harry left the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley behind Hagrid. Harry enjoyed the Gringott's bank ride, and wondered how he was going to break the news to Ron and Hermione about what was in the vault. He figured that he could just let his first year go just like it had before, but decided that wouldn't be as much fun. He was going to have some fun.
After enduring Malfoy's voice at Madam Malkin's and picking up Hedwig, who Harry was glad he would get a chance to protect, Harry and Hagrid walked into Ollivander's. The moment Harry stepped into the shop, he could practically hear his wand call to him. It knew him, and he knew it. He was starled at the intensity. Maybe he should spend some of the time he wouldn't need to take up studying and brush up on his wandlore. Ollivander hurried out, the box with Harry's wand in it in his hands. He took one look at Harry, glanced at the box, and said, "That will be seven Galleons." Harry nodded. Hagrid stood up, looking confused.
"Hold on there, Ollivander. Doesn't he have to try out a few first?"
Ollivander shook his head. "No, not in this case. The wand is calling out so strongly for him, it would snap if he left here without it. It is curious, though. This wand has the tail feather of a phoenix for a core. The only other wand to have a tail feather from the phoenix is the wand used to give Mr. Potter here his scar. The wand of Lord Voldemort." Hagrid shuddered then nodded.
"Right, well, lets be off."
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I know, my writing has gotten sloppy and this chapter was long. I am so sorry. I am not sure if I will be able to keep up this story with the rest. If there is anyone who wants to take it on, feel free to ask.
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