Disclaimer — The World of Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and various publishers, the Films are owned by Warner Brothers Studio's. I make no claim to ownership of these properties. I am merely playing in their backyard whilst I get these ideas out of my head. Please note, I am an American, I do not have a full grasp of British Slang, and will very likely not be able to do justice to it.


Author Notes: Fair warning, this chapter contains a scene that may prove shocking to some of the readers of this fan fic. But what I want you to understand is that the Harry Potter of this Fan Fic is very different from the Harry Potter of the Canon Universe. He has been through a hell that the Canon Universes Harry has not. As such his actions in this chapter are justified in a small amount of a way.


Sometime after midnight in a forest several miles south of Edinburgh; several men in black robes apparated into a small clearing. They each wore a mask that hid the majority of their faces from one another. None of them spoke, all were nervous.

After a good ten minutes the man who had called them into his presence apparated into the clearing, with a school boy at his side. The man was more of a monster than a man. With red slitted eyes, and a nose that was beginning to show the sings of becoming more serpentine in nature. In fact if it weren't for the hair that still adorned the crown of his head, he would look every bit the part of a humanoid reptile. As he surveyed those gathered, he released his grasp on the boy, who looked visibly relieved to be out of his master's grasp.

A loud hissing voice emanated from the man "Lestrange, why don't you tell us why you summoned me out of my humble abode and into Hogsmead Village tonight of all nights?"

Looking downright terrified at being forced to repeat himself, this time to the assembled masses of his fellow followers, Lestrange said "Yes milord. As you will recall, I had been sitting at the Slytherin Table, enjoying watching the Sorting, when the Headmaster stood up and began his usual start of term announcements. However these were promptly interrupted when some Mudblood over at the Ravenclaw Table screamed out. She started speaking in a most peculiar voice. According to what the Headmaster said afterwards, this girl was some sort of Prophet or some such."

"Get to the point Lestrange. What did the Seer say?" one of the other followers in the crowd exclaimed in an exasperated voice.

Lestrange scrounged in his robes and withdrew a sheet of parchment. He then read off of it, "He has come, and he will court fate. He has mastered death. He alone has the power to defeat the darkness!"

There were a lot of exclamations of protest, but the general consensus amongst the followers was that Lestrange must have heard wrong. That is, until their Master spoke up.

"It would seem that I might have a rival in the world now. Someone I think who might be attending Hogwarts at this very moment. Do any of you have any inkling what might be meant by 'he has mastered death'?"

"It's fanciful nonsense milord. The stuff of fairy tales." One of the followers said.

"Ah, but I know for a fact that some fairy tales are grounded in reality. As such, please enlighten me. What do these fairy tales say?" said the hissing voice.

"Three powerful magical artifacts, a stone that resurrects the dead, a wand that is supposedly undefeatable, and a cloak that renders the wearer completely undetectable. These artifacts were allegedly forged by Death Himself, and given to three Wizarding Brothers centuries ago. However if it is true, these artifacts have since been lost to time. The rumor is that whoever unites all three of them, will be the master of death." Another of the masked followers explained.

"Interesting, whoever my Rival may be, I would wager a guess that at some point in his past, he had access to all three of these artifacts, hence why the Prophecy states that he has mastered death in the past tense. Now the question is 'what is meant by the courting of fate?'"

None of the followers were able to answer. And the snake-like man relinquished Lestrange into the custody of one of his followers. He then apparated away to make some plans of his own in private, a new rival that was invulnerable to death, meant that Lord Voldemort would have to shore up his own invulnerabilities to death, post haste. That meant he would need to place new warding schemes around his hiding places, just to ensure that everything was protected to the best of his ability.


Harry awoke with an audible gasp as the pounding in his forehead alerted him to the fact that he had just experienced an unintended lapse of his Occlumency Barriers. 'Oh Bloody Hell. I guess that confirms that if I let them down for even a second, I will once again be bombarded by Lord Moldywarts thoughts. And here I thought that might not happen since the connection was with the one from the future and not the past.'

Remus was awake and looking at Harry curiously. Harry sighed and said "Bad dream. Sorry for waking you."

"You didn't wake me. It's time for breakfast anyways. Sirius just happens to be hard to wake up." Remus explained.

Harry put on an evil grin, grabbed his wand, walked over to Sirius' bed, and promptly cast an Aguamenti spell into Sirius' face. Sirius was awake and coughing before he knew what had happened. "Why on earth is there a shower in my bed?" Sirius asked.

"Well you weren't getting up to take your shower, and you were going to be late for breakfast, so I thought I would expedite matters for you." Harry explained.

"You're bloody hilarious, you know that?" Sirius deadpanned.

Harry just laughed, and surprisingly Remus also was laughing for a change.


Ten minutes after having rudely woken Sirius, the trio made their way down the stairs and into the Great Hall. Once there they discovered that the rumor that James Potter is the Heir of Slytherin had indeed spread to the rest of the school due to the fact that as soon as they entered the Great Hall all talking in the room ceased and everyone was looking at them.

"What did I tell you?" Harry asked Sirius and Remus.

"Yeah, you weren't kidding." Sirius said, mildly impressed, "How about we go rub this in Lily's face? It is her fault afterall."

"Nah, not worth it. Plus this will all be over with as soon as Alastor Moody over there joins me on a little expedition down into the Chamber of Secrets to verify that Slytherin's Monster is dead."

Silence fell for five seconds as Sirius and Remus processed what Harry had just said, at which point Sirius screamed (again) "WHAT?" loud enough to cause echoes to resound off of the ceiling.

"Seriously mate, you aren't trying hard enough, they obviously didn't hear you in Hogsmede." Harry said chuckling to his friend, while Minerva McGonagall started marching her way over to the trio.

"James, you are excused from Classes for the day, please meet Auror Moody at the location we discussed with the Headmaster last night. As for you Mister Black, you have detention after classes with me for disturbing all of our breakfasts' I hope you are happy with yourself." Minerva explained to the students.

"Yes Professor." Harry and Sirius chimed in unison. Harry because he was going to enjoy going down to the Chamber to do a more extensive survey of the place, and with Alastor no less. Sirius because he actually was happy that he had disturbed everyone's breakfast.

"Now go sit down and eat." She said and walked away from the students.


After schedules were handed out Harry excused himself and made his way up to the Bathroom formerly known as Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom. He was pleased to note that Professor Sprout and Alastor Moody were both there.

"Hello Professor, Auror Moody. I assume that the Professor is here to clear out the Bathroom for us?"

"Aye Lad." Moody said.

"Then let's get too it." Harry said eager to get underway.

Professor sprout entered the bathroom and a few minutes later a handful female student's, one of which was a familiar looking Ravenclaw first year student, odd, and Professor Sprout exited the bathroom. "I will remain on watch here until you return. Fortunately I didn't have any classes today." Professor Sprout explained.

"Right then, Let's go lad." Moody said, but he did not move. Harry took the hint and walked ahead of Moody into the Bathroom.

Once the two of them were in the room and Moody was looking around suspiciously, Harry said "You will notice the snake on the faucet of this sink," indicating the sink that activated the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

"Aye, is that it then?" Alastor asked.

"It is, now please stand back a ways," Harry said while going up to the faucet and speaking to it "Open"

The Sink gave way and opened to the Chamber down below. Harry said "Well that's that then," and promptly jumped down the shoot while casting a silent cushioning charm down the pipe.

"Oi." Moody growled clearly displeased about having to slide down the pipe.

Harry rolled out of the pipe with nary a scratch, and promptly canceled the cushioning charm. He wasn't going to make this expedition easy on Alastor. Especially not given all the hell Alastor's students put him through during his Auror Training.

"OOF" Moody emphasized when he landed in a great heap on the floor of what was probably a feeding chamber based on the impression Harry had gotten in his original timeline. "Ya did that on purpose, didn' ya?" Moody growled.

"What are you talking about? I have only been speaking Parseltongue for a few days, it is not my fault if the word for Stairs is harder to say than the word for Open, or that you neglected to ask me for them before I decided it would be fun to slide down the pipe like a water slide."

"What the hell is a Water Slide? And how was I supposed to ask for Stairs, ya jumped before I could bloody well say a word."

"Muggle form of entertainment, and next time be more vigilant." Harry said. Moody growled yet again at having his own catchphrase turned against him by a kid who isn't even twelve years old.

"Shall we continue then since this arguing isn't getting us anywhere?" Harry asked.

"Aye, but remember the stairs on the way out." Moody said.

"Oh I will. If you will follow me, and watch your step." Harry said, leading the way to the entrance to the Chamber proper. Upon getting to the vault door with the two snakes locking the entrance, Harry said "Now this was my first hint that something was wrong, this door is generally always sealed shut to further restrict access to the Chamber of Secrets. I assume you can see the problem?"

"Yeah, it looks as though it has been blasted off its hinges by a considerable concussive force. Probably a very powerful Blasting Charm," Moody explained.

"A reasonable assessment but incorrect, what actually caused this was in fact more likely the destruction of an extremely ancient magical artifact that predates this school. And it is said Artifact that was my reasoning for wanting an Unspeakable to be the one to examine the Chamber instead of an Auror. But you will do. I will try to explain this to the best of my ability. If you will follow me," Harry explained, and proceeded into the Chamber. Moody for his part nodded and followed Harry into the Chamber.

Harry indicated the snake's skeleton while saying, "As you can see, the Basilisk is in fact dead. And from the scorch marks on the walls of the Chamber, and the fact that there is no flesh on the Basilisk's skeleton even these many years after the body was destroyed the only thing that could have done the deed was Fiendfyre. Basilisk Corpses are quite resilient to most other methods of destruction, as I am sure you are aware. Now if you will direct your attention to the shattered statue of Salazar Slytherin."

Moody for his part looked up at the statue and said "What about it, looks like a shattered statue, and it was probably the shattering of that statue that was responsible for the tremors that were felt throughout the school 28 years ago."

"Possibly, but unlikely, instead it was more likely the result of the shattering of what is housed inside of the statue. I didn't have time to go inside, and I am unsure if it would be safe to do so. I will tell you about what is inside of the statue, but only on the condition that you reveal this information to no one, not even Professor Dumbledore. I would have your Wizard's Oath on this," Harry posed.

"And why should I give ya that?" Moody queried the young wizard back.

"Because I know you to be honorable, and I trust you enough to make the right decisions with this information. I do not necessarily trust Professor Dumbledore with this information though. Nor do I really want him to be using the information in the way I imagine he is very likely to use it." Harry explained to the older man.

"Alright fine," Moody grumbled extracting his wand and giving the appropriate Wizard's Oath.

"Okay then. Inside of the statue resides what I have come to know as 'The Dials of Chronos,' Now before you ask, Chronos was a God of Ancient Greece who among other things had dominion over Time and Death. The Dials of Chronos therefore could be rephrased to be 'Death's Timepiece' and it was that naming for it that initially brought it to my attention." Harry started explaining.

"Wait, ya're talking like ya've been aware of this for a lot longer than a twelve-year old should have any right being aware of this kind of information." Moody said exasperated.

"Well that's because I am not actually a twelve year old. I merely inhabit a twelve year olds body because of the destruction of that artifact we are discussing. You see that artifact is actually a Time Travel device on several orders of magnitude more powerful than any you have likely ever heard of. I am from the year 2011. Using this time travel device, I was able to travel back in time several hundred years, make a handful of changes, and then I had planned to travel forward in time to this bodies seventh year in Hogwarts, and assist in the War against the current Dark Lord. Unfortunately one of the changes I made several hundred years ago caused said Dark Lord to enter the Chamber, ask the Basilisk to go on a Muggleborn-Killing Spree, to which the Basilisk probably said 'No' and resulted in the Dark Lord throwing a hissy fit."

Moody sat down on the cold stone floor, "Okay, if I understand ya correctly, then that prophecy that was spoken last night at the opening feast; that was about you, wasn't it?"

"Ya, how did you guess?" Harry asked, honestly impressed.

"The prophecy mentioned the Master of Death, which the Headmaster assumes means the master of the Deathly Hallows. But here you are talking about this clock that allows time travel on a scale that to my knowledge is unprecedented, and describing it like it belongs to the God of Death. Honestly I never put much stock in the Tale of Three Brothers, but if what you are saying is true, that as good as makes you a Master of Death in my book." Moody explained.

"Actually, the Hallows are real. And I was the one who mastered them, but that was in another life. Before I traveled back in time I brought together the Hallows. Unfortunately it was too little too late. The Dark Lord, yes the same one, had already killed everyone I cared about. But the Hallows were sufficient enough to be able to knock him into a human sized vat of Drought of the Living Death. He never regained consciousness. His followers were routed, but not before destroying all of Wizarding Britain. Which is why I ended up traveling back in time, I came in an effort to try to stop the war before it really even gets started." Harry shared with Moody.

"Well, that's good to know, ya have an ally in me then. I won't share yar secrets until ya are ready for them to be shared. But if I may ask, wouldn't it be for the best if Dumbledore knew all of this?" Moody asked.

"What? And spoil the fun of growing up in my Father's body?" Harry said incredulously.

"Okay, that was too much information. I did not need to know that." Moody said, now wearing a disgusted look.

"Yeah, think how I feel. I am honestly trying to figure out exactly what is meant by the courting fate bit, because I am forced to go out with my own mother… ick." Harry said, also now wearing a disgusted look on his face.

"But wouldn't not going out with her erase your existence and thus stop you from ever going back in time in the first place?" Moody asked, actually genuinely curious now.

"Actually, before I came back in time I was an Unspeakable. And I did do a little bit of research on various theories of Time Travel. One possible theory, at least when regarding Time Travel methods more powerful than a Time-Turner, is that when the traveler goes backwards in time, they effectively create an alternate universe starting at the moment the re-enter the time stream. So basically, the future I am originally from, at least according to this theory, is no longer accessible to me." Harry explained.

"Why not?" Moody asked.

"For two reasons, first I no longer have my original body. Second, the mode of travel that I used to get here has been destroyed at a point in time before my original departure point. Even if I were somehow able to get back to 28 years ago, any travel forward in time from that point in time would deposit me in this universes future, not my original future. I would have to go all the way back to just before my arrival hundreds of years ago in order to travel back to my original timeline. Unfortunately I highly doubt there exists a mode of Time Travel powerful enough to do that from this point in time. Or at least not without somehow figuring out a way to get my body to move significantly faster than the Speed of Light, without being ripped to atoms by the Tidal Forces." Harry explained.

"Speed of Light? Tidal Forces? What are you talking about?" Moody asked.

"Sorry, something a couple of Muggle Scientists proposed. The closer to the Speed of Light you approach, that is, the speed that light travels at, the slower time moves. If you were able to somehow bypass the speed of light, you would actually be traveling backwards in time. Unfortunately this really famous Muggle Scientist named Albert Einstein figured out that you need to multiply the mass of an object by the square of the speed of light in order to determine how much energy is required to travel at the speed of light for that object. So for example, if you had a 100 pound boy, that would basically amount to a little over 8 Quintillion Units of Energy. That is more than most modern Magic can provide. Heck, the only sources of power potentially capable of providing that much energy within this Solar System is the Sun itself or the cores of the Planets. And using any of them for that purpose would likely drain them." Harry tried the best he is able to in order to explain the situation.

"So then how did yar Artifact do what it did?" Moody asked.

"I honestly don't know. Best I can figure is that it was actually a relic of a God or something, because anything else just doesn't make any sense. You said that the entire school shook twenty-eight years ago when The Dark Lord unleashed Fiendfyre in this chamber? That makes sense when you think about the fact that this artifact possessed the power to allow time travel to any point in time, both past and future, and destroying it probably caused a serious rupture in the field of magic contained in the school. I don't think the school is in any danger though. This Chamber isn't actually underneath the school. It's actually under the lake." Harry said.

"Oh."

"So have you seen and heard enough to give a full report to Dumbledore, sans the stuff about the Time Travel of course?" Harry asked.

"I think so." Moody shrugged.

"Then perhaps we should get out of here. I have other things I want to do today, and since I have the entire day off classes, I feel it would be such a waste to spend it down here." Harry brightened up and then led the two of them out of the Chamber and up the Pipe, being sure to call for some stairs this time.


Once back in the Bathroom Harry closed the Chamber and said, "Now if you don't mind, I am going to be going." And with that he was off.

Moody shook his head, and marched off toward the Headmasters Office to give his dismally slim report. The boy had told him a great deal, but over 90% of it he couldn't tell anyone.


After going to his Dorm and retrieving the one Deathly Hollow that he still had in his possession, his ever trusty Cloak of Invisibility, Harry began making his way down the seventh floor corridor and over to the Portrait that marked the entrance to the Room of Requirement. Harry wasn't sure of the timeline where this was concerned, but he had to see if the Horcrux was in the Room of Requirement. As he wasn't able to accomplish that goal last night due to interference from the school administration, he had to do it now instead.

He called up the place where things were hidden, as that was the easiest way to get the thing he was looking for. The door appeared, and he entered the room. Once inside he locked the door to prevent the entry of other students. Last thing he needed was a nosy Slytherin or a Prefect getting in his way. Once that was done he took off the Cloak and stowed it in his book bag.

This is perhaps the single most dangerous version of the Room of Requirement, because one never knows what could be in here. Fortunately Harry knew exactly what he was looking for, and where it could be found. So he made his way toward where the Horcrux was hidden.

"Well would you look at that. Moldywart's making this too easy." Harry said as he viewed the Horcrux sitting on top of the cabinet. "Now, how should we go about getting rid of you? Basilisk Venom is out because you killed the Basilisk with Fiendfyre. I really don't feel like unleashing Fiendfyre this close to where I sleep. So I guess that leaves me with one option. Killing Curse it is." Harry said, taking aim with his wand and summoning up all his loathing and hatred for the man who created the Horcruxes "Avada Kedavra" the flash of green light erupted from Harry's wand and a screaming sound was heard issuing forth from the Horcrux as black smoke erupted from it.


Meanwhile in the Headmaster's Office Alastor Moody and Professor Dumbledore were just concluding their Interview when suddenly an ear-piercing siren erupted in the room.

"What the hell?" Alastor asked.

"Oh dear, we need to go to the seventh floor immediately, someone has just used the Killing Curse on the school grounds." Dumbledore explained.

'kid, if this was you, you have some explaining to do.' Moody thought to himself as he followed the Headmaster out of the office and down the corridors towards the seventh floor.


Harry felt the pressure as the Wards reacted to him having used the Killing Curse within the school, "Shit, that isn't supposed to happen unless the curse is directed towards a Student or Professor. When the hell did Moldywart make that Horcrux? And how does the school still recognize the Horcrux as a student?"

Harry was thinking fast, he was in a bad bind, the Headmaster could and would figure out where he was, especially since the Wards were telling him exactly where he was. The only benefit he had was that he had locked the door, but that wouldn't stop someone of Dumbledore's power for very long.

As far as the School was concerned Harry wasn't a student any longer, at least not until the Headmaster said otherwise. Additionally the School Wards had revoked all spellcasting privileges that Harry had while within the School, so all Harry had to work with at the moment was his Invisibility Cloak. And even that wasn't a surefire thing, seeing as how Dumbledore was apparently able to see through it.

"WAIT. He was able to see through it because he had possession of it for eleven or so years because James Potter lent it to him. Thus he in theory was able to work out a way past its defenses." That's it. "But do I want to be hidden at the moment?"

At that moment a great thud came from the doors to the Room of Requirement. "Ah hell, I need more time."

Another thud issued and the doors collapsed. Dumbledore was in. "Whoever you are, relinquish yourself to our authority peacefully, and you will be shown the full leniency of the Law."

"Yeah right, what leniency? The only thing that the Law would show me is a Lifetime Sentence in Azkaban, even if my use of the Killing Curse were in an effort to slow down the rise of a Dark Lord."

"James Potter? Why would you use the Killing Curse? And what do you mean you used it in an effort to slow down the rise of a Dark Lord?" Dumbledore asked.

"Tell me Professor, do you know what a Horcrux is?" Harry asked.

"Yes, what I want to know is how you know what one is." Dumbledore asked.

"That is irrelevant. Did you know that there are only three ways to destroy a Horcrux? Basilisk Venom, Fiendfyre, or the Killing Curse," Harry said.

"I am aware; I fail to see your point." Dumbledore continued.

"Perhaps Moody knows." Harry quipped.

"The Basilisk wouldn't have had any venom left. And I doubt young Mister Potter would have been too keen to destroy a Horcrux using a method that could have burnt down the entire school, especially seeing as how he sleeps on this floor of the school. That leaves the Killing Curse as the only viable option for destroying a Horcrux, assuming there is in fact a Horcrux to be destroyed. Aye, I see it." Moody admitted.

"Then show us this Horcrux." Dumbledore stated.

Harry tossed the Horcrux from his current position in front of the Headmaster and Moody. Then as quietly as he was possibly capable of, re-positioned himself.

"Alastor if you would be so kind." Dumbledore asked, keeping his own wand aimed in the direction from which the Horcrux had been tossed.

Alastor picked up the Diadem, examined it, and said "Aye, this appears to be a former Horcrux based on my examinations of similar artifacts in previous Auror Cases."

"Very well," Dumbledore said, waving his wand, and reinstating Harry's status as a Student of the school.

"Thank you." Harry said.

"Would you please accompany us to my office? There are some questions that I have that I think you need to answer." Dumbledore asked.

"Honestly I would rather not. But I have a feeling that I am going to be doing a lot of answering your questions, aren't I? Lead the way then." Harry said, still under his invisibility cloak.

"Where are ya boy?" Moody asked.

"Right here," Harry said, removing the hood of the Invisibility cloak, he was actually standing in the hall behind the two grown wizards; they both whirled around raising their wands on him.

"Oh come now, if I had wanted either of you dead, you'd have already been dead. Magnificent things these Deathly Hallows are, don't you agree Professor?" Harry deadpanned.

"I take it then, that that is the infamous Cloak of Invisibility?" Dumbledore asked.

"Indeed it is, and that wand is the equally infamous Deathstick, also known as the Elder Wand. Now if only we knew where the Resurrection Stone is," Harry tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"Something tells me you do know," Dumbledore said rhetorically.

"Well, so do you, you just forgot that you know. It will come to you, eventually."

"Wait, so he has the Deathstick, the unbeatable Wand?" Moody asked.

"Well it is obviously not unbeatable. I mean ask him how he got it." Harry smirked.

"How on earth… Follow me, both of you; this is not a discussion for the middle of a Hogwarts Corridor." Dumbledore said throwing up his hands exasperatedly. With that Dumbledore led the other two back to his office.


Once the three were in Dumbledore's Office Dumbledore rounded on Harry and said "Okay, how in the name of all that is holy did you know I possess the Elder Wand? Only one other man in the world knows that secret, and he is unlikely to have told you."

Moody sighed and said "This has to do with what ya told me last night doesn't it?"

"Yeah. Okay, the fact is that I really didn't want to tell you about this, but the Dark Lord, let's call him Moldywart…"

Moody laughed at that name. Dumbledore also chuckled a little as well…

"Somehow found a way to imprison a piece of his soul that was still viewed by this school to be a student of the school, even after all these years within that diadem. I have no idea how he did it, nor am I really interested why. Whatever the reason for it, it caused the Wards to react to my use of the Killing Curse as if I had used it on another Student or a Teacher. Actually now that I think about it, the Wards may have reacted because it sensed me using the Killing Curse against someone it recognized as an Heir of one of the Founders, but don't quote me on that.

Anyways, his having hidden his soul inside the school, required me killing it for various reasons, not least of which is the fact that it is one of several horcruxes eliminated. And it is the only one of which I have an easy way of getting to at the current time. That said, because of the Wards activating in defense of the Horcrux, I was forced to reveal certain facts about my depth of knowledge on the subject that I wasn't ready to reveal. So Alastor Moody, I release you from your Oath that you took last night as it pertains to one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, but it remains in effect for everyone else save him."

"I was really hoping ya would do the explaining on this one." Moody groused.

"Oh come now, what fun would that be?" Harry asked.

"Well plain truth is, kid says he's from the future, and he didn't use any mode of travel that we'd be familiar with, unless I suppose if we had access to the Unspeakables Library." Moody said by way of explanation.

"Oh dear, I suppose this means that you are the one whom the Prophecy last night spoke about then?" Dumbledore asked.

"Why does everyone automatically make that assumption?" Harry asked.

"Am I wrong?" Dumbledore asked.

"Nah, yar right, kid's just being modest." Moody said.

"So who are you really? Since I have known the Potters for a long time, and I doubt that the James I have grown to know over the years would behave in the ways you are behaving, even if he was a bit of a precocious youth." Dumbledore asked.

"I have been told I am much more like my Mother than I am my Father." Harry said by way of explanation.

"You mean you are James' son?" Dumbledore asked.

"Was James son would be more accurate. As near as I can tell I am James now. There is no way to separate our two existences from one another. And I am not sure the original me would be born now even if we could." Harry said.

"Why do you say that?" Dumbledore asked.

"Because it was my Mom who ratted me out to the Prefects and McGonagall last night. That kind of thing is a bad first impression." Harry said.

"Lily Evans was your Mom?" Dumbledore asked.

"Oh geez, I thought she was going to be kept anonymous." Harry said.

"Your friend Sirius has a bad habit of sharing his knowledge a little too freely." Dumbledore said.

"Well that figures. I will have to reprimand him for it. That kind of thing is no good for pranks." Harry said which caused Dumbledore's eyes to twinkle.

"You may go Mr. Potter, but please, refrain from using the Killing Curse on the school grounds again. If you find another Horcrux, bring it to my attention, and I shall handle it." Dumbledore said.

"Aye, Aye Sir." Harry said giving an Auror Salute. And then he departed the office intent on making his way downstairs for lunch.


Meanwhile on the seventh floor corridor, Lucius Malfoy was examining the wall that used to house the door to the Room of Requirement. "My Lord is not going to like this. Not one bit."


Ending Authors Notes: I am still in the market for Beta Readers, if interested drop me a line via private message