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Disclaimer: I do not, and will NEVER own anything about Harry Potter. My plot-line probably isn't very original either. So...yeah. No sue? Yes, no sue.

Now for a more detailed summary! Oh wait...I don't have one. Haha. *sheepish grin*. Looks like EVERYTHING you need to know is with the link. Isn't that wonderful? I AM going to give you info you need for the story that I won't be talking about in later chapters...

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Harry doesn't know Voldemort's younger self is Tom Riddle. Explanations? Request and I shall to the best of my ability provide. See how nice I am? Alright. In his second year, Tom's diary just didn't have a name/ was scratched out. Aight? And we're gonna say when Harry read from the diary Tom just said his name was Tom...or something. Alright...um. Harry DID see phantom Tom, but he never had the evil villain chat. Instead, Harry DIDN'T act like a stupid ass and called for Dumbledore when he discovered the Chamber, thoughts of last year's expedition and near-death experience falling into his considerations. Do I give Harry too much credit? Perhaps. But who cares! :D We'll still give Harry credit for killing the Basilisk though...maybe I'll tell a tale about it later? And in fourth year...well we can just say Harry didn't connect the dots to Tom Riddle senior being Voldemort's father, therefore making it likely Voldemort shared his last name. See! Credit stolen back again. He was pretty indisposed though. Could have just missed the name. You know...seeing death and all does tend to make people a bit unobservant. And from the beginning of sixth year onward it's all AU so there! Covered all my bases. Aren't I great? :D

Warnings: There will be LOTS of messed up stuff in here. That means that if you've read Malicious Intentions, this should be a walk in the park. Only difference is that I'm likely to have detailed slash scenes in this. Yes. Slash. For all you new fanfic readers that means male on male. So for you who prefer to only read heterosexual relations, I would suggest going elsewhere. But give it a shot! Its pretty great. :D I will ALWAYS put warnings at the bottom of my chapters if I find it necessary. So I'm not gonna list POSSIBLE stuff here. I don't know if it'll be here. Anyway, there ya go.

I'm pretty sure that's all I need to put down...alright. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this super short chapter!


Chapter 2

Explanations

"People say 'I'm taking it one day at a time'. You know what? So is everybody. That's how time works."

― Hannibal Buress


If the golden glow of the pensieve didn't clue Harry into how this wasn't your average everyday pensieve...well, the feeling of a thousand dull knives sinking into his body did. Unlike with the Cruciatus, he didn't have anything to prove at the moment, so he screamed and screamed to his heart's content.

Now wasn't that a fantastic silver lining?

Finally the pain seemed to dull, and once it was completely over Harry dared to open his eyes. His body ached and he felt as if he had just fell off his broom from a thousand feet in the air, but otherwise he was fine. What wasn't fine were the pair of icy blue eyes so close to his face he could detect the changes in pupil size. He jumped up and had his wand in his hand in a heartbeat, a Stupefy already on the edge of his tongue.

He took advantage of the second-long hesitation of his opponent and went ahead and fired it off, thoughts already on how to get out of here and back to the base. Why had he left anyway?

He had already listed the man as taken care of in his mind, so the wandless Protego the man whispered completely blew him away, and put him on extreme guard. No one he knew alive could perform a wandless Protego. Besides Moldyshorts of course, but he wasn't really alive anyway. No...this was worrisome.

Did he have a new enemy to contend with? Or did he actually manage to make a new enemy in under three seconds? Wow. New record for Harry Bloody Potter.

However, what met his spell and grimace he was unable to hide was simply a grin and a twinkling of white-ish blue eyes.

Wait a second…

"W-who are you? Do you know Albus Dumbledore? Wait! Are you Aberforth, his brother? I've heard about you-"

"Please my dear boy. Calm down. I know Albus. He is actually a good friend of mine. I am not Aberforth however. I would love to have you continue guessing though. I wonder how long it'll take. I'll give you a hint...I'm immortal!"

Harry cocked his head in confusion, only realizing after his rushed words that he really should be running away now or at the very least apologizing...but this man didn't care. He was actually going into the kitchen of all thi-

"Hey! Wait a second. Where are you going!? I have questions. Oh, and sorry about...well you know." The man ceased his walking, messy white curls flopping around on his head. Harry suddenly wondered how his hair looked right now, and wasn't that a silly thing to be worrying about? He pushed those thoughts away and returned to the matter at hand.

Who was this guy? And then he knew. Of course! Dumbledore's friend and immortal? Nicholas Flamel!

"Oh. You're Nicholas Flamel. But...the Philosopher's stone was destroyed. Shouldn't you...you know be...um...dead by now?" Harry could feel his face reddening and his features twist into a cringe. Did he want this guy to attack him? Against all logic however, the man merely laughed loudly, and Harry was distinctly reminded of images of Father Christmas.

"Well, as you can see I'm very much alive. You pose many questions however. You believe my stone gone? And that my methods of immortality are so well known...hm. Discouraging, but exciting as well. How did you come to learn of all my secrets?" The man had made a pot of tea while Harry was floundering in the middle of the living room, hoping his faux pas would be accepted or at least ignored.

Yet again Harry was surprised. He didn't know the stone was gone? Had...had Dumbledore destroyed it without permission? But wait...that didn't make sense. Flamel would have to take the potion more than once every 5 years. He would have realized by now...right?

"Um excuse me sir. Not to be nosy, but how often do you need to drink the Elixir of Life? To stay healthy I mean." Harry was still red, embarrassed beyond belief to have attacked this man in this home, then asked why he wasn't already dead of all things! He really needed Herm- and he remembered.

Harry shuddered and felt his insides shriveling up, the dementor returning from his brief break. Perhaps they needed naps every now and then? And he also realized why he was here. The pensieve. Perhaps it hadn't been a pensieve, but a teleporter of sorts? Maybe Flamel was in hiding and Dumbledore had sent Harry to him for advice. But why wouldn't he just give Harry the address? Since he had made it through without knowing the address, Flamel couldn't be utilizing Fidelius charm...but maybe the object he had gone through was a sort of loophole?

Maybe?

"Boy? Hello! Anyone home? I was trying to tell a story. My, how rude you youngins are nowadays." Harry abruptly quit his inner musings, yet again embarrassed beyond belief. Why wasn't this guy just hexing him already?!

"S-sorry sir. Just...um. In my head. Ya know?" The old man smiled kindly, his hand reaching out to pat Harry on the shoulder, but only reaching his knee, since he was sitting and Harry was standing.

"Come now boy! Sit your behind down. No good story is told standing. I want you comfy for it. Not sure if you're overly polite or just silly. Goodness." Harry plopped down without a second thought and couldn't help but think the heat on his cheeks and ears might just stay there forever.

"Alright, now that I have your unwavering attention... I'll teach you all about my wondrous invention. I made it in...hm when was it? 1392? Yeah, that sounds about right. I was 62. Peak of health even at that age. Anyway, the stone releases the main ingredient of the Elixir of Life, Frigere, every few weeks. However, I don't have to take the actual potion until a whole year has passed. After that...well, I tested it a single time and it was not fun. Have you ever seen your hands start to chip away? Awful! I only wish that they had cameras back in my day. Would have been a sight to show others. Freak 'em out to high heaven. Ha!"

Harry stared at the old man blankly, but in a new light. He's almost 700 years old! Morgana's' tits that's... old! Harry's eyes had pulled open almost as far as his mouth without his permission, thoughts of how much this guy must have seen when the man yet again shoved a wrinkled hand in his vision, blue eyes crinkling with amusement.

"Hey kid! You look like I just asked you to fondle my grandmum. She's dead just so you know so no worries. Oh...she's also a skeleton so no other worries if you catch my drift." Harry continued to look surprised, but now his eyebrows crinkled and eyes widened for a different reason.

"Who on Earth uses that as an expression?! Fondle your-gross! Blimey man, I do not want to know what goes on in your head on a regular basis." Flamel let loose another grin that Harry was beginning to think was his go-to expression at every comment of his. He wasn't sure he liked it all that much.

"Hey, I'm old boy. All I got are my jokes and super cool souvenirs. Do you know anyone who has an original Yataghan sword from the Ottoman empire? Huh? How many!"

Harry looked incredulously at the man, not really sure what the man expected from him. Flamel motioned with his hand yet again, but the man's mischievous eyes made him let out a sigh that was definitely not supposed to be a laugh! He rolled his eyes as well for added effect. He was not amused! Definitely not.

The other man's grin said otherwise but…

"None that I can think of sir." The man's smile brightened a few notches, his eyes twinkling madly.

"See! Immortality does have it's perks. Anyway my boy, I hope that answers your question. Got any more?" Harry had many up and ready, and as he continually listed them he was suddenly interrupted.

"How about you tell me how you came to be here boy. Perhaps that will help me answer to the best of my ability." So Harry spoke of his journey, leaving out all of the Light's plans against Voldemort. He had to be careful no matter what.

At the mention of the pensieve Flamel's eyes brightened to unimaginable proportions and his grin took up at least half of his face. He shoved a newspaper in Harry's lap - and when did he get a cup of Earl Grey in his hands and a throw wrapped across his shoulders? - and waved madly at it, as if the mysteries of the universe lay within it.

Harry picked it up with another laugh-turned sigh and skimmed through the front page of the wrinkled Daily Prophet. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so why on Earth would Flamel- Date: Wednesday 17 January 1944.

Harry's eyes widened and his mouth fell open with a gasp.

I time traveled.


Another chapter! I'm on a roll. Creativity is racing through my veins tonight boys and girls! :D Btw- I WILL address how Flamel gave Harry info so easily. Something so little won't be a plot hole pinkie swear. Thanks for my single reviewer btw! I can't believe I even got that with my speed haha. :D Also, if you see any mistakes, please let me know. I looked over this once for errors, but it's likely I missed a LOT. Also, if my historical reference is wrong SORRY. I just looked this up on Google like 10 minutes ago. My first link too. Anyway, thanks!

Frigere: Latin for 'lifeblood'. Used google translate. :D