That was quick, no? Yep, chapter two is done and I'll be working on three tonight. After that, I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update because it's crunch time in college for me. So, I hope you enjoy the second installment. See you on the third.

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"Harry!" A voice called from a distance. The sound fell on weak ears.

"Harry, wake up!" The voice called again. Said teen brought a hand to his head, a splitting headache pounded behind his eyes. He pushed his body up with his right elbow and cracked open and eye. It was still dark, but there was a sliver of light shining through near the far left corner. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, Harry could make out the heavy red duvet he was lying on top of and the matching red curtains framing the mattress ande wooden bed frame. Inspecting his body, he noticed he was still dressed in the attire he had worn to war. As well as still being covered in dirt, blood, and now dry sweat. He moved his body into a sitting position. The expected soreness was there, but to a lesser degree than he had thought.

"Harry, get up before I drag you out of there!" The same voice demanded. It was a young teen's voice, thirteen at least and maybe sixteen at most. Harry glanced down at the bedding once more. The red duvet had golden thread running through the quilt. Turning his head, the Gryffindor house emblem stood proudly against its dark background on the quilted pillow sham. Curious, he slipped his hand underneath and pulled back in surprise when his fingertips brushed the journal that was hidden there. All of it was so familiar, but seemed so different. A hand suddenly caught the far edge of the curtain, ripping it back and allowing the sunlight to fully engulf his body. Harry flinched and drew his hand up to cover his eyes.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty! We're going to miss—," The person who had been calling him stopped mid sentence. Wide cornflower eyes took in the person lying in the bed. It definitely wasn't the teen he had said goodnight to. No, this was a man of at least eighteen if the slight stubble on his face had anything to say about it. His raven hair hung in shaggy layers, matted in spots and glued to his forehead. Two impassive emerald stood boldly against his sun tanned skin, even the dirt smudging his face didn't hinder their appearance. The gentle curves to his face were more prominent due to the lack of meat on the young wizard's bones. He was short for a wizard, roughly five feet and nine inches tall. He slender frame was covered by a white t-shirt that had what looked like claw marks tearing through the fabric and surrounded by blood, which also revealed the broken skin underneath. His dark jeans were strained with grass and mud. Over it, he wore a long black cloak that was also torn in areas. The red headed teen bolted away from the bed, staring and pointing from his own bed.

"You're not Harry! What did you do to Harry?!" He screeched. The others in the dormitory snapped their attention to the scene. Harry was just as shock. Before him stood a young teen that was barely reaching his own height. His hair was above his large ears that had turned a vivid red in color. The twin blue eyes were full of innocence and youthful mirth, fitting well in his rounded cheeks. This wasn't the Ron Weasley he knew. The red head he knew had a gangly form that was well over six feet with flame red hair that always tied into a pony tail at the base of his neck. His face had lost its youth and was now etched around his mouth and forehead with lines of stress. He had also last seen him lying face down over his girlfriend's body on the battlefield. The Ron before him was the same Ron he had believe was his friend during his years of Hogwarts. Hesitantly, Harry threw his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. His joints popped as he moved his stiff body. Emerald eyes searched the room quickly, inspecting every corner with trained ease. Fifth year instantly came to mind. He found a mirror in its usual place hanging on the back of the dorm room door. Sauntering up, he saw that he was in fact still nineteen and looking worse for wear.

"Who are you?" Dean Thomas asked from the far corner, terror making his voice tremble. Three short boys who had only recently become used to being teenagers stared up at him. Ron was Dead. Neville was dead. No one had seen Dean in weeks and was presumed dead. How was it possible they were all standing before him in what looked like their fifth year? How was he nineteen back in his fifth year? How was any of this possible? Then again, he was The-Boy-Who-Lived. Nothing seemed to be impossible when it came to him.

"Harry Potter and I need to see the Headmaster." Harry turned himself away from the mirror, hand instinctively carding through his shoulder length hair as a nervous habit. He passed his past roommates and weaved his way through the Gryffindor common room. The moment his foot hit the bottom stair, students peeked their heads around the corners of their books and pulled away from their conversations to see him. The young savior grimaced at the questioning silence that followed. Comments on his looks flew across the floor, everything from his hair to his clothes raising questions. Some comments nearly had him gagging. Oh, there were so many reasons girls turned him off.

The dark haired wizard swung open the portal door and dashed down the hall. His body protested each movement of his legs. The muscles in his calves burned and screamed for rest. Turning a tight corner, he slammed into a solid object. Not even his intense training was enough to keep his body standing. The impact forced him to land indignantly on his arse. Loo-king up, emerald clashed with onyx. The resident potions professor scowled at the man, but it wasn't long before the expression faded and was replaced by one of slight fear, only noticeable to those who spent long hours with the man. Severus appeared shocked, his face completely white.

"It's not possible. Potter?" He whispered. His dark were wide, mouth slight agape as he took in the man.

"One of them, but I'm sure not the one you're thinking. Would you accompany me to Albus' office, Severus?" The dark man nodded curiously, more interested than worried. Harry used the ragged bricks on the wall to pull himself to his feet. After the long run to that spot, his adrenaline was nearly gone and the soreness was more apparent. Harry sucked in a deep breath and nodded to Snape. They jogged the rest of the way to the Headmaster's office. When they finally reached the gargoyles standing guard outside, their eyes caught his and instantly allowed him entrance. The raven haired teen threw a questioning look to the man behind him, thinking maybe he had said the password. The other simply shrugged, unsure as well. They made quick work of the spiral stairs, reaching the large door in less than a minute. Harry took a deep breath and brought his hand up to knock. A muffled 'come in' sounded from the other side of the door right before his knuckles even touched the wood. He sneered.

"Of course you would know." Harry bit out as he pushed open the heavy door. The raven stormed in, interrupting a meeting between the Headmaster and two other staff members. Harry approached the desk, standing with his legs shoulder width apart and eyes glaring daggers. The eldest wizard rose gracefully from his chair and opened his arms in welcome.

"Hello, Harry." Albus offered. The teen scoffed and waved him off with his hand. The others in the room gasped.

"You knew the entire time this would happen, didn't you? Exactly what the hell happened, Albus?" Harry moved closer to the desk, slamming his palm down on the flat surface. His anger made his control on his magic flicker. The raw power was palpable in the room. Dumbledore took a subconscious step away. He had expected an older, more experienced and powerful wizard, but not this. This Harry was more than powerful.

"Harry, my dear boy, take a seat and I will explain." The young wizard flicked his wrist and summoned a chair from across the room to flop down in.

"You're damn right you will!" He spat. The female witch shot up from her chair.

"Harry, as in Harry Potter? That's impossible! He's fifteen, not—this! Yesterday, he was causing trouble with Malfoy in the Great Hall." Harry snickered to himself. Oh yes, he remembered that day. Malfoy did not like pumpkin juice on his trousers at all. Straightening himself, he stood again.

"No, yesterday I face Voldemort and defeated him on the hilltop to the west of Hogwarts. The war was yesterday. Today, I find myself thrown back in time. I'm just thankful I remained nineteen mentally and physically. The last thing I needed was to be nineteen in a fifteen year old's body." The other wizard in the room cleared his throat to make himself known.

"But, if you were thrown back in time, wouldn't you have to worry about seeing your past self?" The raven took in a sharp breath.

"Remus?" He gasped out. The ex-DADA professor stood from his chair to face the teen properly.

"Yes cub, it's me." Harry darted across the room, wrapping his arms tightly around the tawny haired man's torso. Remus was hesitant at first. That was until the familiar scent that was all Harry flooded his senses. This was Harry. He twined his arms around the teens neck, letting his nose be buried in the nest of dark locks.

"Merlin, it's so nice to see you, Moony." Remus chuckled and pulled away, smiling down at the teen.

"It's surprising to see you, Harry." Said man laughed lightly.

"I can only imagine. Anyways, I was hoping Albus would explain my past self as well." The werewolf sat back in his seat while Harry pulled his own seat closer to Remus.

"I will explain. The reason why Harry does not have to worry about running into his past self is because his past self no longer exists. Harry didn't join his other self here like he would have while using a time turner. Instead, he replaced his younger self. This Harry is the person in the main time stream. He has lived through his destiny. Fate, the beautiful goddess she is, plucked Harry up and dropped him back in his own time. By placing him here, the future he lived in has ceased to exist since he is here. Meaning, Voldemort is still in power, Harry. Does that make sense to all of you?" Harry was the only one to nod. Years of disciphering the old coot's riddles and rhymes have trained him to understand just about anything the man could say. The other professors still seemed a bit confused.

"Basically, he's saying that the fifteen year old you saw yesterday is me. I'm just from the future and replaced him, rather than duplicating myself. The future I am from no longer exists considering this alone and what happened in the dorms this morning will have changed it. Well, the future needs changing or Fate would not have put me here." The raven flopped against the back of his chair.

"So, why were you sent back?" Lupin asked. Harry sighed, glancing down at the floor.

"I'm not sure exactly. The last thing I remember fully was curing that old bastard over there for keeping my soul mate from me and then I kind of accepted that I was dying. Then I woke up here." Dumbledore tensed as Harry mentioned his soul mate. He wasn't supposed to know. Severus stepped away from the wall he had been leaning against.

"You just can't stop meddling with the lives of others, can you Albus? You said he didn't have one, that the prophecy didn't allow him to have one. You lied to the entire Order! We thought there would be no one to worry about Voldemort using as a weakness. The old man sighed.

"I was doing what was best." He answered. Harry shot back up from the chair.

"What was best? Did it ever occur to you what you think is best really isn't? Did you ever think to ask me after I hit my magical maturity that I would crave my soul mate? Oh, wait. You didn't expect me to live through my final year! You thought I would die hunting for the horcruxes. Well, guess what didn't happen? When I turned seventeen, I gained all of my power. But do you know what else I gained? A stabbing pain in my chest that made my heart heavy. The gnawing guilt that pierced my body because I thought I had failed the only person who would ever truly love me. You made sure I was given all you could to help prepare me for Voldemort and hopefully die while doing so. Well, I absolutely hate to burst your bubble, but you die from that curse ring the summer after next. Your health begins to fail you this year. You try to make me face the Dark Lord this summer, but the Order persuaded you not to. You agree, hoping next summer would be the last of me, but it doesn't work out. So you work to make me face him during the year, but ol' snake-face doesn't take the bait. You die before you're able to make yourself the shining star of the Light, you bastard!" Harry shouted, his hands moving rapidly as he ranted. The transfigurations professor turned her attention to the Headmaster. Even Severus was shocked. Never had he imagined Potter having such a temper. He was more Lily than he gave him credit for. On the other hand, Remus was trying his best to absorb the information without letting his inner werewolf rip the fool apart.

"It that true, Albus?" Minerva questioned. Defeat, Albus nodded.

"He raised me like a pig for slaughter and thought the ring would at least let him live another two or three years after my death so he could bask in the glory of the Light's victory. He kept me at the Dursley's and told them how to treat me. He wanted me obedient, so I wouldn't question his actions. The days without food, the punishments, and the neglect forced me to crave the attention the Light would give me. It would make me willing to do anything to please the Order, even if it meant sacrificing everything. I know, Albus. You never truly cared about anyone but yourself. I was just a weapon to be used to do your dirty work. All of those pensieves you left hidden in your office, I've seen each and every one. I know everything now." Harry reiterated. Severus was fuming.

"You used my position as a spy and my hatred of James to make me treat him like shit! He was a child who never truly had a childhood and was forced into a situation ignorant of everything magic. And you just thought he would die in the end. It turns our you were wrong. Harry made it out alive and out lived you. He turned out better than you thought, didn't he?" Snape spat. Harry grinned to himself. Severus was defending him. The raven haired teen turned to face the large window over looking Black Lake.

"The sad part is that I don't even care anymore. You aren't of my concern at the moment. I might have been placed back in time, but I know how things work out for the most part this year. They may change now that I'm here, but I'm prepared. I'm of legal age, graduate of Hogwarts, and able to take care of myself. I'll have you know that I am seeking out my soul mate. I'm warning you right now Albus, if you interfere, you will have one hell of a lawsuit on your hands. By Wizarding Laws, you cannot prevent soul mates from pairing and you know that. But that won't be all. You'll have me at your throat and I'm sure you don't want that." The young savior warned. His verdant eyes sought out something to clue him in what month it was.

"What month is it?" He asked the room.

"It's April, Harry." Minerva responded, somewhat lost by his question. With a broad smile, he turned his attention back to Moony.

"Rem, is my dear Godfather stay with you at the moment?" The tawny haired man nodded slowly. By the look in Harry's eyes, he had a feeling where this was going. He quirked a brow at the teen. When raven smirked and gave a curt nod, Remus let his jaw drop.

"Oh, this is going to be one hell of a ride." He said, dropping his face into his hands.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!

-ts