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Chapter 2: The Details
Tuesday, May 14th, 1996
Harry carefully placed the two vials of potion on the table of the small stone room that he was in, the ritual room in the Chamber of Secrets. It was directly beneath the giant Salazar head at the back of the entrance hall. The room was odd; there were no cracks in the wall, no separate stone pieces. It looked like the center of a large boulder. The room looked more like a sphere than a cube. The floor was curved and the only way in or out was a small hole in the bottom of Salazar's mouth that was covered by a wooden trap door, in fact if you didn't recognize the room right away you would probably think it was a dungeon or prison cell because no magic worked while in the room.
The ritual room was a creation that had been around centuries before Hogwarts. It's very hard to make because you need a certain kind of stone, this stone rare to find in the large pieces that you need to make a ritual room. The stone absorbs magic. The room is not used to keep magic out, but more to keep it in. It was once used when a wizard or witch comes into his/her power, to keep them contained for a few days to let the magic settle, but wizards have become so weak that now no one uses them because there is no need.
The ritual room was more used for the reason of its name though. Many rituals needed to be performed in very stable areas and nobody could interrupt. The ritual room was created because if you did a ritual you would have a lot of excess energy and magic pouring off you. The ministry of magic banned all rituals sometime during the 1200's because many wizards or witches that weren't powerful enough tried to do the rituals and got themselves killed. The ministry decided that if one person couldn't do it than nobody should be able to.
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August 13th, 1995
15 year old Harry Potter scowled as his cereal. It wasn't that he didn't like his cereal it was more where he ate it. Number 12 Grimwald place was not a pleasant place to stay especially because the place was crawling with the exact people he didn't want to be around. Harry had recently found out that his friends had never really been his friends to begin with, when Harry was picked up from the Dursleys he had assumed that it was because they wanted him around. He had been sorely mistaken.
They wanted to protect him from the outside world and lately all it had been doing was making him feel like he was in a small metal cage with no exit, the only high point was that Sirius was there with him, but the longer he stayed here the more it seemed like Sirius was avoiding him and Harry was quickly becoming sick of it.
Just last night Harry had pretended to go to bed early and instead put on his invisibility cloak and snuck down stairs to see what his friends really did without him there. It isn't paranoia if they really are after you. What Harry had found was them getting briefed on what happened at the Order meeting they had missed when sitting with him. Harry wasn't exactly pleased, but was able to keep his temper and not rush through the door and start making accusations.
Harry looked up from his angry musing at the sound of the door opening to see Sirius standing there in the doorway. Sirius walked in the door and hurried to the counter to pick up some coffee that was made earlier that morning. Sirius quickly poured some and hurried out of the door again as if there was a vicious monster standing behind him.
After he left Harry glared at his cereal again, why he thought why is he running away from me?
Harry put his half eaten bowl of cereal in the sink and walked up to his room without looking at anyone except to glare at Fred as he tried to block his way on the stairs, Fred looked as if he wanted to say something but kept it to himself fear of making Harry more angry than he already was.
Harry flopped on his bed when he got to his room and sighed. He reluctantly rolled off his bed to get a book out of his trunk. After he had opened his mother's chest he had quickly made to find all of the secret compartments and in within 4 days he had found her secret stash of books. The Aven's were a family that liked to share information, this was probably because they were all firm believers in the saying 'You can't trust anyone except family'. While they weren't known for being spell-crafters there were quite a few in the family that had made spell that were not shared with the rest of the world. These were spells that the family only taught to one of its own, you had to born or married into to get a hold of some of the spells, but only the head of the family knew all of the spells and this was more for the protection of the family.
As Harry was the last of the Aven line he was automatically the head and had access to every spell in the Aven repertoire. His mother also had access to this collection and this was probably the reason she knew so much even though she grew up in the muggle world.
He picked a defense and offence spell book and locked the door. It wouldn't do well for someone to walk in on him when he was reading something he shouldn't have known of. After, 2 hours of reading he closed the book roughly and dropped it on the table. He stood and made his way through the door to the Black library. Although the Aven library had a larger selection if you really wanted to get specific information on one subject, the Aven's library couldn't help you. He all but slammed open the door and hurried over to where he knew the book he was looking for would be.
In his rush he failed to notice that someone else was sitting in the room. Though as he was on his way out with the book he needed he was momentarily stopped by the sight of Ginny Weasley curled up in a chair, nose firmly lodged in a book about blood heritage. He was slightly surprised but not enough to get him out of his bad mood and stalked back to his room without a second glance. As he sat back down in his chair he took a moment to wonder about Ginny, but pushed it off as another thing that his friends were keeping from him.
He didn't get up from his place until an hour later when he was dragged down the stairs to lunch by an over-protective Mrs. Weasley. He rushed back to his room afterward and didn't even come down for dinner to the chagrin of Molly. The only other time he left his room was that night was for a trip to the bathroom that night. On his way back he was stopped by the angry voice of Sirius coming out of a nearby room.
"No you listen to me you old coot! Harry should know what we are doing, this is his life we are talking about, why not let him join in on those fighting lessons that you little pets Weasley and Granger do. You are manipulating everybody, they think that they are helping Harry by following you, and you don't even let them tell Harry about it. It's there own fault for being so stupid, but you had to do something to convince them!" Sirius near shouted.
Unfortunately, Harry couldn't hear what else was said except for a few words, " calm…for his own good…should be…Dursleys…don't say anything unless…dementors…trial…Azkaban…prophesy" and "glad you see it my way, goodnight Sirius." Harry heard the floo before the door opened and he saw and very shocked Sirius. Harry was backing away when Sirius's hand suddenly shot out and dragged Harry back in the room; he looked out in the hallway for anyone else, but shut and locked it when he found nothing.
The room was dimly lighted with only the fireplace for light, but that didn't stop Harry from taking in the entire room. There were two large armchairs in front of the fireplace with two glasses of what looked to be whisky sitting on the table between the two. The room was filled with a desk and chairs as well as a few bookshelves and empty picture frames. Sirius led Harry to one of the armchairs and sat him down. He looked him in the eyes.
"Harry how much did you hear?" Sirius asked calmly.
"Ron and Hermione are having lessons without me?" Harry replied blankly, Sirius let out an expletive.
"Harry," Sirius forced Harry's eyes to meet his again, "listen Ron and Hermione are just doing what they think is best. They want you safe, although I don't agree with it there is nothing I can do as of yet." Harry nodded slowly. "Harry you just have 2 more weeks here and then your back to school, Do you think you can survive with this knowledge that long and let nobody know?" Again Harry nodded still in shock, Sirius smiled back at him and stood to walk out.
"Sirius what prophesy?" the whispered words stopped Sirius in his tracks.
"Now where did you hear about any prophesy?"
"I over heard it in your talk with Dumbledore."
"Yes, well, that is something I am not allowed to tell you, because according to Dumbledore it is dangerous information for you to have." Sirius replied with his back turned to Harry.
"Is that the reason you have been running away from me?" Sirius nodded silently and walked out.
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Tuesday, May 14th, 1996
Harry took the salt in one hand and the chalk in the other. He started drawing the ritual circle that was going to be required for the spell. When he had started researching ways to go back in time he had realized a few things. One he had to go far enough back in time that no one would notice that he looked exactly like James Potter, long enough that Dumbledore wouldn't be suspicious of him.
You became a different person when you went backing time, everything changed about you, your smell, voice, even personality. This was because there couldn't be two people who were exactly the same. So if he was a different person, time wouldn't care if he killed off Harry Potter because he wasn't Harry Potter anymore. At the time Harry learned this he just shrugged it off as something he didn't care to ask questions about. What worked and what didn't in time travel is difficult to understand and that's why people don't mess in it, but if according to time you could kill your younger self and not die because you weren't him, then who was he to question time?
Another thing he found out was that there was no spell that could take you as far back in time as he wanted to go, but there were a few rituals, rituals that had been banned by the ministry, but who was he to care if he was doing something illegal, it wouldn't be the first time or the last. He carefully drew the pentagram and started drawing the runes in some of the corners, once again lost in his thoughts of the past.
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September 4th, 1995
Three days back at Hogwarts, and Harry was already getting restless. He was currently out on one of his midnight walks that happen when he can't sleep. It seemed like Hermione and Ron were spending a lot more time by themselves now a days and if he hadn't known better he would have thought that they were going out. Instead he was stuck by himself doing homework, while his two "best friends" were getting lessons in fighting from the order. His feet lead him on the familiar path to the second floor corridor girl's bathroom. Moaning Myrtle was no doubt sulking around the castle at this time so he was thankfully left to himself when he jumped down the tunnel to the Chamber of Secrets.
The Chamber had become more of a home to him than anything else ever had. He had a bedroom and study, there was a library and potions lab, alchemy chamber, work room, anything and everything that was needed to survive could be found somewhere in the Chamber. The first time he was ever in the Chamber he didn't have the time to search, but after a few times the Chamber was easy to navigate.
When Harry had started forming the idea of time travel in 4th year he had needed some place where he could be alone to think, the only place he could think of that the headmaster didn't have an eye in on was the chamber, however it took until after Christmas break to get the nerve to walk into the Chamber again. After the 60ft. basilisk Harry was afraid of what else could be in there, but after waiting around for such a long time he decided to use some of the Gryffindor courage that he was known for.
Harry walked into the library; the chamber had a large library the only problem with it being about a thousand years old. The preservation charms on the books had made them look as though they were brand new, but the information packed in those books was very old. Thankfully the wizarding world hadn't changed much in that period, but there were a few crucial things that had changed. One being the way people spoke was very different from what it had been. It took Harry 3 months before he could read one of these books as fast he could read one of the books from the library upstairs.
The main factor in him learning to read faster was one of the rituals he found in an old diary. The diary also contained the blueprints to the chamber and that is how Harry found the ritual chamber. It was a small room but it was perfect for doing smaller rituals without anyone knowing. The first ritual he did was to increase his brain capacity and organize his mind. Harry realized that he didn't need a ritual to do this, but it would save him time and give a good example of what doing a ritual was like before jumping into some of the harder ones.
The second ritual he preformed was one to fix his eyesight. His glasses had proved to be a major inconvenience in the past and he knew that if he went into battle and lost he glasses his would be dead before he even cast accio.
Harry passed all the books in front that were set there to make a person think that there was nothing important in this library, all it had was cleaning charms and small hexes, the further you went into the shelves of the dusty library the darker the books became and the rarer they became. At the very back there was on bookshelf that was filled with scrolls and parchment that had been decaying. On that bookshelf there was one scroll that if you pulled it out would open a door that would lead into Slytherin's personal suite. Complete with office, bedroom, bathroom, and small study. If you searched long and hard in this room, as Harry had done, you would find a trap door in the floor that lead to a small room that only had one bookshelf. On that bookshelf there were 15 leather bound journals. Four sets of four all in different colors red, yellow, green, and blue.
Harry sat down next to the shelf and pulled out one of the green journals that he had been carrying in his bag. It hadn't taken him long to find out that these were the founders journals. When Harry had first found this room he had tried to pick up one of the books it hadn't worked so he tried again with a different book and surprisingly he could. You could understand his confusion, but this was soon figured out by the colors. He could pick up the red and green books but he couldn't pick up the yellow and couldn't even touch the blue.
As soon a he started reading one of the books he figured it out, the journals would only allow the heirs of the founders to pick them up. So, Harry was confused, why could he pick up the green ones if Voldemort was the heir?
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Tuesday, May 14th, 1996
Harry finished the last chalk rune just as he heard the trapdoor in the ceiling open once more. A red colored blur was all he saw until he flew a comfortable weight on his shoulders. The red blur was a bird that was in fact…not a bird at all. The 'bird' jumped from his shoulders onto the floor and transformed until a beautiful red haired woman was standing before him.
"I thought I told you to be here on time," Harry turned back to the diagram on the floor without another glance and the woman.
"Aww, where's the fun in that Harry-kins. I just love a good entrance. Besides without me you wouldn't be able to do this so soon." The woman started morphing once again until a small red haired girl who looked to be around eleven peered at Harry.
"Ginny, I have no time for your jokes, this need to be perfect before we start or else…" Harry never got to finish that sentence before he was tackled to the floor by Ginny as she started tickling him. She carefully avoided any of the lines and runes in the circle as she finished her tickle attack.
"Cousin, there is always time for jokes, besides you need to loosen up a bit if we are going to pretend to be eleven. You are acting far too grown up." She wasn't surprised as the body under her started morphing until a younger version of Harry showed, except this Harry had no glasses and shoulder length blood red hair. Ginny stood up and helped Harry up. She dug in her pockets and pulled out three miniature boxes which she put on the floor. She pulled out her wand and resized the trunks until they were full size again.
"So have you picked out your name yet Ginny?" Harry asked while looking over the runes once more.
"Yes, I have decided I am going to be Jinseri Pemida Aven and what about you, my beloved cousin?" The now christened Jinseri asked.
"I have chosen Ayilis Pollux Aven; it fits me does it not? Are the trunks filled?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I have taken all the money from your vaults and put them in this one trunk," she pointed to one of them, "the other two are filled with the many object and weapons that your vaults are filled with." She patted the other two boxes. "I left out the stuff in the Aven vault because there is no use in having 2 of everything and it could get confusing." She said down on the trunk next to her and pulled out another small box. After she resized it she sat on it. "This is my personal suitcase that is carrying everything I could possibly want."
Harry pulled out another two boxes and threw them at her. The first was his mother's trunk and the other was his personal trunk.
"Harry… I mean Ayilis are you sure this is what you want to do. This could very well make another universe. As far as we know there was no Ayilis Aven that ever showed up in 1938 with his cousin. This could be a mistake." She cut off at the look that Harry was giving her.
"Cousin, I know very well what could happen and as far as I am concerned this is the best thing to do. I can not destroy Voldemort. He has succeeded in making himself invincible, but I can stop him from ever coming into power and that is what I intend to do. Either you are with me or you are against me and I have come too far to stop now. I will stop the world from going into chaos even if it means I have to lead it into a new era." Harry stopped his rant and stared at Ginny, this was her chose.
"Ayilis, I am with you and will always be with you. You are my only family and I will follow you to hell and back." Jinseri waved her hand at him, "So let's this get this started."
Harry smirked at her, he remember how startled he was when he found her in the chamber's library.
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January 11th, 1995
Harry sprinted down the hallway as fast as he could. Hermione had been on his trail all day and all Harry wanted to do was have some time alone. He turned a corner and leaned against the wall to catch his breath and check his surroundings. The students had just gotten back from winter break and Hermione wouldn't stop hounding Harry to find more about the next task. Harry laughed to himself. He was on the 2nd floor right outside of Moaning Myrtles bathroom. He pushed himself off the wall and went inside the bathroom. He looked around for Myrtle but didn't see her. He went to the sink that had the snake carved on it and softly hissed 'open' to it.
He had been in the chamber recently when he had cleaned it of the dead basilisk and most of the dirt. He had also explored it quite a bit since the first time he went in and had found a library, a potions lab, a study, a workroom, and a weird room that magic didn't work in hidden under a trapdoor.
He slid down the now clean pipe and landed on the padded floor. He had learned after the first time that landing on stones after speeding down a long pipe can be very bad for your bum. He walked through the doors leading to the inner chamber and made his way to the library.
He had turned the corner to the library and suddenly stopped. The door was opened. Harry remembered closing it the last time he was here. Did that mean that someone else had found their way into Harry's sanctuary? He took out his wand and snuck up to the door quietly. He conjured up a mirror and levitated the mirror in a way that would allow him to see who was inside the library. He was turning it carefully when he saw her. She had dark orange hair, brown eyes, and freckles. She looked to be about 13 in age and was curled up in a chair reading a book. Harry shook the confusion out of his head. He aimed carefully and using the mirror as a reflector shot the stunner at the mirror. The stunner bounced of the mirror and hit her. She slumped in her chair and the book dropped out of her hands.
Harry carefully checked the rest of the room for others before going over to her. He picked up the book that she had dropped. It was a beginners Dark Arts book that Harry had finished translating a week before. He transfigured the chair to grow shackles and searched for her wand. He checked his supply of potions that he had stored in his cloak and brought out a tube that had a clear liquid in it that looked a lot like water. Harry opened her mouth and dropped in three drops of the liquid and revived her. She sat up straight and looked at him with blank and milky eyes.
"What are you doing in the Chamber of Secrets Ginny?" Harry asked calmly.
"Studying the Dark Arts" Ginny said blankly.
"Why?"
"So that I can talk to Tom." Ginny said. Harry eyes flew open in shock.
"You want to join Voldemort?" Harry asked.
"No" Ginny replied.
"Then why do you want to talk to him?" Harry asked.
"I don't"
"Who do you want to talk to?"
"Tom Riddle"
"Why?"
"So that I can tell him I miss him and want to be with him even if it means my own death."
"How did you get into the chamber?" Asked Harry.
"Parselmouth"
"You are a Parselmouth?"
"Yes"
"Would you do anything to talk with him?" Harry asked while contemplating something.
"Yes"
Harry Carefully titled her head back and dropped 3 drops of anti-Veritaserum in her mouth and sat down on the chair opposite to her. Harry was thinking about what to do with her when she suddenly spoke.
"Harry I can explain. I know you aren't the friendliest person with me but you have to listen. I believe in you and I want to help you. You probably won't believe me after what you heard, but it's true. I fell in love with Riddle when we talked so much through the journal that year and even though I know he is gone and all that's left is Voldemort I still want to talk with him. Though, I realize that it's only a dream. I don't love you, but I do want to help you defeat Voldemort. I think that whatever darkness that has taken over Tom has destroyed the man I love and I want him gone. So please believe me I don't want to join Voldemort and I never will."
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And as startled as Harry had been when he saw Ginny for the first time in the chamber he was even more surprised when he found out why she was there. It turns out that as much as Ginny gave her life over to Riddle, Riddle told her even more about his life. Ginny, as it turns out, actually had quite a crush on Riddle. As the years went by Ginny's crush didn't dissipate, it grew. Ginny had been searching through the library to find a way to go back in time and tell her feelings to Riddle. Harry used this to his full advantage and was going with her, both with the idea to change Tom Riddle.
Harry and Ginny had studied a lot of the books in the Chamber and outside of the Chamber. They had done many rituals to get used to the idea of using one to go back in time. One of the many rituals that both he and Ginny had preformed had been to reawaken dormant powers that their blood lines held. As all pureblood families were intertwined there were many abilities that had awakened in both of them, one being metamorphagus.
The chamber's library was filled with all sorts of books as well as the largest selection of rituals books ever. Rituals had been banned by the time of Slytherin and Salazar made it a point to study all magical arts including illegal ones.
Harry smiled as he placed both his hands on the circle and smirked again as Ginny copied his movements on the opposite side. The middle of the circle was filled with the 6 trunks and 2 bags that were carrying everything that meant anything to the two time travelers. Harry and Ginny started chanting the ritual song. A wind started to pick up in the room with no idea as to where if came from. The circle with the pentagon and runes started glowing as the magic filled the room. Harry and Ginny both lifted their left hand at the exact same time. They grabbed to two vials of potions and slammed them against the floor in perfect harmony with the chant.
It was starting, after many years and hundreds of books read, it was happening, he was going to change the world, he was going to the great things that Ollivander had told him about so many years ago. Suddenly the world shifted, the room lit up and the ground started shaking, but it stopped as soon as it started.
The ground stilled and the wind stopped all that was left was a knocked over table and books scattered across the floor.