Tempus Inconcessus
Chapter 1 – Hogwarts
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter, but alas, the world is not so kind. Tis a sad day when a boy discovers he does not own that which he loves so. I pity thee so pity me…thy…thou…? I confused myself…eth.
Warning: So let's see, for one, this is a slash. If you don't know what that is, that means that this story has guy on guy relationships. If you don't like that, then something is terribly wrong with you.
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who review. I love you all! You guys rock and if I could, I would marry you all! But sadly, that's illegal over here and some of you are of the opposite sex. Therefore…no marriage proposals right now. How about I give you all a cookie? But not just any ordinary old cookie! But a cookie with…chocolate chips! But not just any ordinary chocolate chips. Chocolate chips made from chocolate! Shocking, I know! I hope you're happy with your cookies! Happy enough to review!
Feather from a newborn phoenix.
'Fawkes was more than helpful.'
An ogres tooth, soaked in your owl's blood.
'Sorry Hedwig, but I need to save Ron.'
A unicorn's horn hollowed and filled with wolf bane.
'Thanks Remus.'
Hair from a centaur's tail.
'Easier said than done, but done none the less.'
A mermaid's voice.
'Safe in Hermione's invention.'
Eyes from a dementor's victim.
'Azkaban was the best place to get one.'
Finally, an item from a dead family member.
'My father's invisibility cloak should work just fine.'
Harry put the last of the ingredients into his cauldron. He had gained permission from Professor McGonagall to use the Headmaster's office. At first she argued with the young wizard, not wanting him to attempt such a powerful spell, but knowing that Harry wouldn't listen, she relented in the end and allowed him the use of her tragically obtained office.
Hermione had read about a spell in one of the forbidden books in the library. She told Harry about the 'Tempus Inconcessus', a spell that allows the caster to go back in time. When Harry heard about it, his first thoughts were to go back to when his parents were murdered and destroy Voldemort right then and there. But there was a catch to the time spell. The caster would not be able to leave whatever time period they were in, trapping them there until they reached the time they were in before. Any hope of saving his parents was lost, but there was still hope for Ron.
The incident with Ron didn't occur too long ago, so repeating a couple of days wouldn't have been so bad as long as Ron didn't die in Spinner's End.
Harry watched as the contents of his cauldron bubbled and stared at the rising smoke that morphed into different shapes. With the tip of his wand, Harry stirred it clockwise three times and then counterclockwise once, and repeated those instructions five more times. The cauldron's contents were glowing a menacing green, the same shade as the killing curse.
He inhaled the smoke and held in a cough, his lungs burning, a sign that his potion was mixed correctly. He concentrated hard on the time he wanted to reach. 'To when I can save Ron' Harry kept on repeating that in his mind, trying to not think of anything else. This is what made the 'Tempus Inconcessus' so difficult.
It is human nature to want to repeat something that goes wrong from something as little as an answer on a test to something time-changing as saving a life. Concentrating on one specific time to repeat was difficult because there are so many things that people want to change.
Hermione said that this spell had only been performed twice. Once by Dumbledore and the other time by Voldemort, both not going further than just a few of hours. So what Harry was about to do would be legendary. That is if he survives. The final reason why only two wizards had attempted the Tempus Inconcessus was you had to remain true to your intention for going back otherwise you'd decay in the process.
Voldemort had gone back in time in order to steal Ravenclaw's mirror. He could have killed the person who had it and taken it like that, but the person who owned it was the sole heir to Rowena Ravenclaw. And if the Ravenclaw lineage was destroyed, then the enchantment that Ravenclaw placed on her mirror would disappear.
Her mirror had been endowed with the power of illusion only showing what people wanted to see, but it could also be used to see through illusions; the ability to see things that are invisible, in another form, or not even real. This power appealed to Lord Voldemort, so he had no intention of killing Ravenclaw's heir.
As a consolation, the heir of Slytherin stayed true to his intentions which were to steal the mirror. Dumbledore had similar reason to go back in time.
Fawkes had been returning the sorting hat from the Chamber of Secrets when he suddenly erupted into flames, burning the sorting hat in the process. When Dumbledore found out, the hat was burned beyond repair and could not even be restored with magic since it was scorched by a phoenix's fire.
The old headmaster had all the ingredients necessary in his office and used the 'Tempus Inconcessus' to save the relic of Godric Gryffindor, the sorting hat. His intentions were to save the hat, and he was able to retrieve it before Fawkes self-combusted.
Both were powerful wizards who performed the time spell with ease. Harry on the other hand wasn't as experienced, but that didn't matter to him. As long as he could save his best friend's life, nothing else mattered. All he needed to do was stay true to his intentions. "I am going to save Ron's life, or let mine be lost if I fail." He said in a loud and clear voice. The cauldron turned to the shade of blood now. According to Hermione, he had to say the incantation now.
"Tergum in vicis muto preteritus. Nex exsisto meus tantum via sicco si ego deficio. Tempus Inconcessus!" In translation, Harry said, "Back in time to change the past. Death be my only way out if I fail. Forbidden Time!"
The cauldron started to shake and Harry kept on repeating the spell with his eyes closed. Blood-like contents erupted from the cauldron and swirled around the room. Spirits of those who failed to complete the Tempus were caught in the vortex, but Harry continued to concentrate all of his power into the spell. The scar on his forehead started to burn. At first like a small itch, but it soon turned into a feeling that the inside of his mind was going to explode. He ignored the agonizing pain, and continued to repeat the words.
Faster and faster the vortex began to swirl around Harry. Flashes of crimson light shot out everywhere some of it escaping beneath the Headmaster's door into the hallway. Harry felt himself becoming lighter as he was levitated into the air, still chanting the spell.
Ron could be clearly seen in his mind, and thoughts of being able to save him gave him hope that the spell was going to work. Memories that had been long forgotten fought their way back into his mind. Of the little times he was happy with the Dursley's. When he first met Ron and Hermione in his first year at Hogwarts. And his parents.
For the smallest of moments, Harry gave thought to go back to his parents. He didn't care if couldn't go back to his own time, as long as he was with his parents. Yet the true task unveiled itself again as he opened his eyes. In front of him was an image of Ron, hovering in the center of the vortex.
This was it. Harry floated over towards his best friend, extending his hand to grab his friend only for it to phase right through him. Every spirit had grown silent and they stopped in place. The crimson light surrounding them ceased and everything suddenly went dark.
Footsteps were running everywhere and people were singing. Candles hovered in the air by magic. And the endless sound of children's laughter filled the corridors. Harry slowly opened his eyes, his body aching all over and his head throbbing with pain.
The songs that would normally put Harry into a holiday spirit were now only making the scar on his forehead ache. Pushing his hands against the hard surface he was on, Harry lifted his head to see where he was. The room he was in was dark and he couldn't find his wand. He looked for a light switch but couldn't find one. Suddenly, the door swung open. Someone muttered something and the whole room filled with light.
Harry's eyes squinted at the sudden brightness, but when they got used to it, he could see that he was back in Dumbledore's office, still sitting at his desk. Papers were scattered all over and a bottle of ink was left open with a quill still inside. Harry glanced over at the person who came inside, and saw a tall, gray-haired man standing in the doorway.
Harry saw a brass nameplate on the desk that read: Armando Dippet. Harry stared at the old man coming towards him, having the sense that he's seen him before. His eyes were wide with confusion and Harry started to back away from the approaching man.
"Do I know you?" The man's voice was strong and clear, and a bit intimidating to the young wizard. Harry rapidly shook his head. "Strange because I know everyone in my school." He beamed a smile.
"Your school, um…sir?"
"Armando Dippet, young lad, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He seemed proud of the title that he had.
"But Professor Dumbledore is the headmaster…" Harry's head started to ache again.
"I dare say not" he said a bit offended. "He's a great wizard and all, and the best Transfigurations teacher this school has ever known, but he is no Headmaster." Dippet crossed his arms and burrowed his brow. "Maybe one day he will be…but not while I'm around." He gave Harry a wink.
Harry just remembered where he had seen this man. In Tom Riddle's diary! He had seen Tom arguing with him about staying at the school over the summer holidays, but he couldn't because of events that occurred when the Chamber of Secrets was opened. But that happened in the past, around the 1940's if he could recall.
"Excuse me, sir—"
"Please, call me Professor Dippet"
"Okay, Professor Dippet. If you don't mind my asking…What year is this?"
Dippet gave him a questionable look before answering. "Why, my dear boy, this is the year 1943." Harry started to breath heavily, not sure that he heard correctly.
"Are you alright, boy?" The room began to spin as if the spell returned and Harry fell back, unconscious.
"How's the young lad doing?"
"It seems he only fainted" a soft caring voice replied.
"My word, what's that on his forehead?" It was Professor Dippet's voice.
"Looks like some sort of scar" Harry could feel soft fingers touching his forehead and his eyes shot wide open. "Oh my! Is that area sensitive, dear?"
Harry looked around the room. Not one face seemed familiar except for that of Professor Dippet. There was a lady dressed in white who looked like a nurse, and judging by the bed he was in, Harry was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. A crowd of people had swarmed around his bedside, giving him looks of confusion and fascination.
"My dear boy, how are you feeling?" The nurse's name tag read Sedo. This made sense, since she sent out a sort of calming aura expected of a nurse.
"I'm fine, thank you." Harry pulled the covers from his body and tried to stand up, but the nurse held him down.
"Dear, you should rest a while longer." It was strange how Harry had no problem listening to her. Her actions were more maternal than professional. She pulled out her wand and muttered something that Harry couldn't understand. A warm sensation flowed through him, calming any nerves that were tense. He felt relieved, but wasn't sure from what.
"Thank you, Irene, that will be all for now." Professor Dippet waved Ms. Sedo off along with the rest of the room. Once everyone left, Professor Dippet took a seat next to Harry's bed. "Young lad, what is your name?"
"Harry Potter, si—Professor Dippet." Harry lifted himself so that he was sitting and his back was leaning against the behind wall.
"Where did you get that scar?" Dippet pointed at Harry's forehead, but the young wizard didn't need to be told what scar he was referring to.
"Lord Voldemort gave it to me…" Harry shuddered at the name, something he shouldn't have done because it only raised an eyebrow from the headmaster. "He was this powerful wizard."
"Was?"
"Is…"
"Well, if this-Lord Voldemort was it-if he is such a powerful wizard, how is it that I have never heard of him?" This is what Harry had wanted to avoid. How could he explain who Voldemort was or that he wasn't even from this time?
"You see, Professor, I'm not from—"
"—you performed the Tempus Inconcessus didn't you?" Dippet was oddly serious. Something Harry hadn't seen since he first arrived here. Harry nodded, but didn't look at Dippet directly. The old headmaster let out a sigh and rubbed his temples. "Oh my, oh my my my my. Nurse Sedo!" Dippet yelled to the other room where the nurse stuck out her head. "Could you please fetch Professor Dumbledore?" Nurse Sedo nodded her head and skidded off to Dumbledore's chambers.
"Harry, was it? That spell is forbidden and should never be cast. Why it was created, I haven't the foggiest. All I know is that nothing good ever comes out of that spell."
"What do you mean? I thought that only two people have ever done the spell?"
"My dear boy, this spell is forbidden. So of course nobody is going to claim that they cast it. Those two who used the spell in your time probably had some sort of witness or documentation for future references. I'm guessing that Professor Dumbledore was one of the two?" Harry was surprised that the old headmaster had figured that out. "And the other is this Voldemort person you spoke of earlier?" Once again, Harry's eyes widened with shock of this aging man's intuition. Harry nodded his head, but Dippet seemed to have already known the answer. "Why so surprised? I'm not as old I look!" Dippet put his hands on his hips and pointed his nose in the air. "I'm older." and a loud crack was soon heard. Next thing Harry knew, Professor Dippet was hunchbacked forward, rubbing his back in pain. "Nurse Sedo, could you come in here, please?"
The nurse entered and sighed when she saw the headmaster rubbing his spine.
"Not again. You should be more careful, Headmaster." She raised her wand and without saying anything, waved it over Dippet and walked out the room. The headmaster sat up straight now, grinning madly. It was hard to believe that he could have figured out the two strongest wizards of the future, but he wasn't as senile as he led on.
"Now, Mr. Potter, What was the intention you claimed when casting the spell?" Armando Dippet seemed to know a lot about the Tempus Inconcessus. Harry found it strange that somebody would know so much about a spell that was so forbidden.
"I was supposed to go back just far enough to save my friend, but—"
"—something went wrong and you ended up going too far back and landed here, correct?" Dumbledore had entered the room and was leaning against a nearby wall. The younger professor wasn't much different than the one Harry was accustomed to. The only great difference that he could find was that this Dumbledore had a much shorter beard, but it was as gray as it has always been.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry was relieved to see someone he knew, even if they didn't know him. "Please, you need to help me leave this time so I can save Ron."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Forgive me, but I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before." Harry's world crashed. If anyone was to help him, he was sure that Dumbledore would be that person, but his old headmaster didn't even know who he was.
"No," Harry sighed, "I suppose not."
Dumbledore took a few steps toward Harry and offered him his hand with a friendly smile on his face. "Hello, my name is Albus Dumbledore. I'm Professor of Transfigurations here at Hogwarts."
Harry took his hand and shook it. "Harry Potter. I was a student at this school."
"Was? But you look so young" Dippet commented.
"Well, I'm only sixteen and I'll be turning seventeen soon."
"My boy, only 16 and the young boy already finished his schooling."
"Actually, I never finished school, I had to leave—"
"Never finished schooling? Why, that's preposterous! You should be in your 7th year right now. Lucky for you the school year is just starting." Dippet smiled triumphantly and suddenly jumped in the air. "Oh dear, I'll be right back" then he ran off, leaving Harry with Dumbledore.
"Professor," Harry caught Dumbledore's attention. "Do you know of any way for me to go forward in time to save my friend?"
"Harry, my boy, the Tempus Inconcessus is a powerful spell that should never be used. To think that a young wizard as yourself was able to perform it reveals much about the power you hold. And for some reason, the spell brought you to our time, hopefully with a reason that will help you with your intention."
"But how can I save my friend if he's more than fifty years in the future?" pleaded Harry.
"That, my dear boy, is what you must figure out on your own." Dumbledore has always been wise beyond his years. No matter what time period, he still somehow knew everything, but like in his time, Dumbledore still didn't tell Harry everything.
Professor Dippet waddled back into the room, carrying an old, dusty hat. Harry immediately recognized the hat as the one he wore on his first day at Hogwarts. "Sir, I already know which I house I belong to. I'm a Gryffindor." He was obviously proud with that fact.
"Well, then there should be no problem with the hat." Professor Dippet smiled and plopped it on Harry's head. It sprung to life and Harry was able to hear the hat's voice in his head like before, only it sounded more annoyed this time around.
"I thought I was done sorting." the hat complained in Harry's thoughts. "Let's just get this over with, I'm really tired." The sorting hat yawned singing the song Harry knew all the words to after hearing it for six years. When he was finished, the sorting hat spoke the words that Harry dreaded for the entire time he spent at Hogwarts.
"Slytherin!" The sorting hat yelled out so that the two professors could hear as well. Professor Dippet took the hat, gave it to Nurse Sedo, and told her to return it to his office.
"Well there you have it. Slytherin it is!" Dippet announced, congratulating Harry with a pat on the back.
"There must be some sort of mistake. I'm supposed to be in Gryffindor." Harry tried explaining to the Headmaster.
"I'm sorry, but the Sorting Hat is never wrong." Dippet folded his arms and bobbed his head. "Now, Professor Dumbledore," he turned to Dumbledore who seemed amused by the Sorting Hat's decision, "Please escort Mr. Potter to the Slytherin dungeons."
Dumbledore waited for Harry to get up, and seeing as how the professors weren't moving, Harry grudgingly pulled himself out of the hospital bed and followed his old Headmaster to the place he hated most.
Harry was following Dumbledore down a long flight of stairs, leading deeper and deeper into the bowels of Hogwarts. Lamps hung from the ceilings that emitted a menacing green glow. The walls had no pictures and represented that of a prison. Moisture was in the air, probably because they were under the lake.
"This was the path to the Slytherin chambers." Dumbledore stopped in front of a wall that was completely bare. Nothing was on it, not even the lines of bricks aligning. "Now, you should be aware that to enter a house, a password is needed. It will change from time to time so be aware of that." The aging wizard explained to Harry, just in case. "Parselmouth" Dumbledore said aloud, and the wall began to part. It opened like a sliding door and the inside was what Harry hadn't expected.
An embracing fire was lit in the fireplace of the common room which held what looked like velveteen chairs. The ceiling held many lights that filled the entire room, and what was probably the most prestigious art hung around the dormitory walls. To one side of the common room was a flight of the stairs that probably led to the girls' dormitories, and the other side led to the boys'. "This is where I part. An owl will be sent to you during breakfast, letting you know what your classes will be during your final year. Really was lucky that you arrived before the school year began. Classes should begin soon. Good night, Mr. Potter" Dumbledore waved him goodbye and left the room, closing the plain wall.
Harry let out a sigh "I don't see anything lucky about being here." Harry slumped over to one of the couches and sat on the soft pillow. Immediately, he was surrounded in an eternal softness that brought comfort. His eyelids were heavy and he was nearing sleep, but a small creak kept interrupting his dreams. Just when he thought he would fall into slumber, a creaking noise would awaken him.
Constantly hearing the creak that wouldn't let him sleep, Harry struggled out of the fire's warmth and trailed the sound. Listening intently, the young wizard followed the creaking to the boys' dormitory. It was coming from a room where the door was slightly open. Harry peered through the small opening to see what was causing that constant creaking.
"C'mon, Tom, join us" A boy with long blond hair was standing shirtless in front of a bed. His pants were around his ankles and there were two legs spread apart in front of him. Sweat was dripping down his face, making his body glisten in the light. Grinning sort of madly, he moved his hips forward, and every time he did, the bed would creak and a moan would reach Harry's ears.
"Bugger off."
Harry took a chance and opened the door a little wider to see who had said that, and to his horror, he saw Tom Riddle hunched over a desk, scribbling something with a feather quill pen, and ignoring the two people on the bed. Harry could now see the two people clearly. The long haired blond was thrusting into a young, dark haired boy. His eyes would cringe whenever the blond thrust himself into him, but he couldn't help but release a moan when he did.
"Tom ungh! Get your ungh pretty butt over here!" The dark haired boy managed to say between thrusts. Harry heard Tom sigh before seeing him pull his robes off.
Tom dropped his robes where they landed and unzipped his pants. "Atta boy." The blond said over his shoulder. Tom ignored him and threw his pants over the chair he was sitting on.
"Let's just get this over with. I have studying to do."
The young, dark wizard crept towards the blond and wrapped his arms around him. Harry's cheeks flushed and his glasses began to fog up. Harry gulped and felt like he shouldn't be watching this scene unfold, but he could not look away.
Between the loud moans, droplets of sweat flying in the air, and grunts of dominance, Tom turned his gaze over at the door left ajar. His eyes met Harry's and a smirk formed on his lips. Harry's eyes opened wide and his hand tensed on the knob. Before anything else could occur, he closed the door with a small click and left as quickly as possible, the moans of the dark haired boy, long haired blond and Dark Lord, still fresh in his mind.
Harry quietly tiptoed back to the common room, trying to forget about what he just witnessed. But it was kind of hard to not think about your arch nemesis having a threesome with two other men. Not only was Harry feeling ill at the images, but he was also confused. How could anybody not know that the great and almighty Dark Lord was gay? Or maybe he wasn't. Harry just didn't know. The young wizard still had the notion that this was all some strange dream, and that he would awake any minute. He wanted to wake up to see Ron, laughing and telling jokes. He wanted to wake up to find him alive and that this whole ordeal never occurred. That he never went back in time, that he never found the horcrux and that Ron never died. It was because of that all of this was happening.
Harry collapsed on a soft couch and laid his head back on the cushioned exterior. Putting his glasses on the armrest, Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep, hoping to wake up and find Ron asleep in the bed beside him.
That's enough for now. I hope you all liked that! Those mysterious characters shall be introduced in the next chapter and don't even try to guess who they are, because you'll never get it! Trust me. But please review! I crave reviews because I'm starving!
Edit: Wow. I was 18 when I wrote this. I must've thought I was so cool with these "author's notes" but they just make me sound ridiculous. I'm not getting rid of them so I can have a reminder of just how lame I was at that age.