Save Me
ShadowPhoenix2398
Summary: Due to an accident in the future, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Draco, and Luna find themselves blasted into the past as their 15-year-old selves! What are they going to do when they find out they are in an alternate past where a false vision in their world was true in this one? Where they face a bolder Voldemort and a league of trigger-happy Death Eaters? What will they do when they find out they can change what was once hopeless? Find out in this story of drama, tragedy, angst, and an reader's fantasy...
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and characters belong to JK Rowling. If I owned him, I wouldn't be writing this right now. If anyone owns the plot already, please don't sue! I can't read all of the Time-Travel fics out there! There are too many!
A/N: Sorry for the wait, people! I kept getting sidetracked and then there's the Evil-Writer's-Block! Thanks to my reviewers:
kyonkyon, shannny2kkavi-sama, ladyviolathornhaven, Adm. Bones, and PhantomFan13
The Past - 1995
Chapter One - The True Vision
It took a couple of minutes for Harry to adjust to his surroundings. 'Damn recruit! I should have listened to Blaise!' He hadn't believed Blaise's account that Greensworth was trouble- how would he know, after all? He should've, though. Now he was in a potentially dangerous situation. 'Dangerous' because no one broke a Time-Turner. Not only was it believed to be impossible, no one wanted to take the risk of trying it.
It was slightly ironic that the first words that went through his head when he looked around properly were 'Am I dead?' It was the only possible situation. After all, he was, quite literally, surrounded by dead people. They didn't look dead, though. They were busy bent over sheets of parchment, scratching away crazily. He could hear the sand trinkling through the hourglass on the desk in the front of the Hall. Somehow he already knew what was on the parchment in front of him before he looked down.
History of Magic O.W.L. Examination - 1995
He wasn't dead. He was back in his 5th year. The year where everything went to hell. The year he discovered his Slytherin side and... the year that Sirius was killed by The Bitch, Bellatrix Lestrange. Formally Bellatrix Black, Sirius' hag of a sister. He killed her, though. Exactly a year later, on the anniversary of Sirius' death. It was a clever death, too. Harry had sent a letter to her, in Voldemort's handwriting (he memorized it from his more mild Visions). The letter said to meet him in the Department of Mysteries 'in a last attempt to prove her worthiness and loyalty to Her Lord by recapturing the Essence of the Prophecy.'
She showed up, waiting impatienly for her Master. Harry later found out that she was smuggled in by her husband, Rudolphus Lestrange, who worked in the Department of Mysteries as an Unspeakable once upon a time. Anyway, Harry had went into the room with the Death Veil, disguising his voice using a handly charm he had learned that year in Charms class. Using Voldemort's voice, he lured her into the room until she was standing directly in front of the Veil. Then, taking off his Invisibility Cloak, he blasted her into it using a powerful Reducto to blast her into the Veil which had claimed so many souls. It was fitting that she died exactly like Sirius did.
They never found her. After all, how could they find a Lost Soul without knowing she was one?
Now, looking around the Great Hall and at all of the familiar faces, he was faced with two descisions. He could either calmly finish the test which he abysmally failed at the last time... or he could run out of there screaming. He was starting to favour the latter when he had a bout of dizziness and he fell unconcious. He found himself in the Department of Mysteries. More specifically, in the Hall of Prophecies. But it was different... this was a True Vision.
Begin Vision
"Soon... very soon, your precious Order of the Phoenix will find out you've gone missing. But it will not matter." Voldemort hissed as he looked mercilessly down at the shaking black robed figure sprawled out in front of him. The figure's breathing was laboured and he was shaking violently. This was an after effect of the Cruciatus Curse. He knew that the figure wasn't unconscious, though.
There were Death Eaters in the backround, forming a half circle around Voldemort. There seemed to be about 50. So, it seemed Voldemort wasn't taking any chances. Their faced weren't masked, but their hoods covered their faces, shielding their facial features from view. Harry was positive that one of them was Lucius Malfoy because of his telltale platinum blonde hair.
"You see, I sent your Godson a letter. Soon he will charge in, with all of his Gryffindor stupidity and rashness, to save his Godfather. Believe me when I say that I take great pleasure in informing you that you'll be the cause of the death of the Boy-Who-Lived." Voldemort smirked sadistically as the person struggled to get to his knees.
"Don't you DARE touch Harry, you bastard! If you even touch a hair on his head, I swear I'll kill you!" Sirius spat angrily. Voldemort just looked at him in contempt. "I WILL find the contents of the Prophecy. Since Potter is the only one who can touch it, we will just have to wait for our guest to show himself, won't we? In the meantime..." He sneered, before shifting his wand to Sirius again.
"Crucio!"
End Vision
Harry bit back a scream as he jolted back awake. This... this wasn't the same vision as before. He was in an Alternate Universe. He'd heard of Alternate Universes, but he never actually believed they were real. If the Vision was true, then in this world he was the only one able to touch the Prophecy without suffering instant madness.
It also meant that Sirius really was getting tortured at the very minute.
He had to find the rest of his friends. He was pretty certain that they were scared shitless right now. It happened when they were placed into an unfamiliar situation and was the only thing that didn't change after all of those years of constant warfare.
One thing first, he had to find Dumbledore. He was loathed to admit that he needed Dumbledore's help, though. He, and the rest of the Order, still hated him for leaving them in the middle of the Second War. Harry hated him the most because, in leaving, Dumbledore took the responsibilities as Leader of the Order, and shoved them onto Harry's already heavily burdened shoulders.
He found Ron, Hermione, and Neville pretty quickly. They had also abandoned their exam papers and were staring at him with both anger (at Greensworth) and question (What do we do?). His eyes flickered to the Examiner at the front of the Hall and he cocked his head to the side contemplatively before turning back to Ron, Hermione, and Neville only to smirk at them.
Standing up and fixing a Snape-like scowl on his face, he stalked towards the doors, bringing out out his wand as he went. He stopped and turned back to raise an eyebrow at them. They hurriedly stood up and walked towards him quickly. With a flick of his wand, the doors banged open and the odd looking group walked out of the Hall. They ignored Professor Marchbank's calls for them to come back. Harry flicked his wand behind him and the doors slammed shut, cutting off her voice.
Once they were sure that they couldn't be heard, Ron exploded. "IF I EVER GET BACK THERE, I'LL KILL GREENSWORTH!" Harry glared at him before pacing in fron of the group. "OK, we're in a bit of a jam here. We are currently stuck in an Alternate Universe," Harry was cut off as Hermione gasped. "What? I thought they weren't real!" Ron, who had calmed down slightly, and Ron, who looked a bit green, nodded in agreement.
"Oh, they're real. In this Universe, Sirius really is getting tortured by Voldemort as we speak and if we don't save him, he'll either go insane or be killed. First thing we have to do is find Draco and Luna. They should be in their respective Common Rooms. Then, loathe as I am to admit it... we'll need to see Dumbledore. We can't rescue Sirius if we don't have the backing of the Order of the Phoenix." Harry said, reluctantly. He paused and thought over his options.
"OK, this is what we'll do. Hermione, you go to the Ravenclaw Common Rooms. You remember where they are, right?" Hermione nodded, turned on her heel and stode off quickly. "Ron, you get Professor Snape. I think he's in the staffroom. If he isn't, try his office." Ron bit back his remarks and reluctantly nodded. He and Snape never really saw eye to eye.
"Neville, I hate to ask you this, but could you go down to the Slytherin Common Rooms and get Draco? He should be outside the Entrance. If he's not there, check the Astronomy Tower." Neville sighed, but nodded nevertheless. He started to walk away from Harry, but turned back to glance backwards at him suspiciously. "What about you?" Neville asked, dreading the answer.
Harry gave a ruthless smirk. The smirk that was usually seen on his face when he decided to have a little 'Target Practice' with the unassuming, new Death Eaters. This smirk also meant the 'Target' would soon figure out exactly why you didn't want to get on Harry's bad side. For the Former Leader of the Light Side, Harry could be unbelievably Dark when he wants to be.
"I'm going to have a little chat with our... dear Headmaster." He said, silkily.
Suffice to say, Neville almost pitied Albus Dumbledore.
Almost.
A/N: Well, what d'you think? Click the little button and write a review so I know you actually read it. I'll even be generous give you something to write about.
In this world, should Lucius Malfoy be:
a.) A Spy
or
b.) Voldie's Right Hand Man
or
c.) Neutral
or
d.) Other (Be Creative!)
Next Chapter:
A chat with the White Bumblebee, a meeting with the Order of the Phoenix, and more in...
Chapter 2 -The Future's Past
Release Date : T.B.A.