Time Paradox Revolution
by: PhoenixJustice
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros and people who aren't me. I only own this story and make no profit from this.
Warning: Rated M for future sexual content, language, etc.
Pairings: eventual Sirius/Harry, James/Lily, etc.
Setting: Post-Deathly Hallows, then pre-Sorcerers/Philosopher's Stone.
Summary: He had lived. The boy into the man. The future appeared pretty as a rose and hid its true self, its thorns, well. He had one chance; and so he gave up everything he had to change everything he knew.
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Chapter Four - Letter
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He stayed out there for a long moment, eyes staring at the place where Harry had been. It almost didn't seem real, what had just happened, but the proof lay in his slightly trembling hands. He looks down at the envelope. On the front simply said: To Mum, Dad and Sirius. The handwriting was a bit better than James' chicken scratch writing, that was for sure. He starts to smile, but stops. He could still feel the faint film of tears against his skin where Harry had been crying. He shakes his head. He couldn't dwell on it now, he owed it to Harry to see things differently. If Harry was right-and he had no reason to think he wasn't being truthful-then he had to make sure that damned fucking rat paid!
He heads back into the house, door slamming loudly behind him. He makes his way through the kitchen and heads into the living room, heading immediately to the fireplace. He picks up some of the powder on the mantle and throws it in.
"Albus, get to the house. NOW. It's more than fucking urgent! We're not changing Secrets..." his throat felt so dry. "We have a traitor in our midst."
He hears someone in the background before the fire goes out. Albus had gotten the call then, thank Merlin.
"Siri, don't slam the door, Harry's trying to sle-" the words die on James' lips as he looks at the man who was more than a best friend to him, who was like a brother. He hurries over to him. "What's wrong? You look paler than Professor Binns."
He takes a few steps over to one of the chairs, adjacent to the couch and plops into it ungracefully. He looks up at James, hands still shaking, handing him the letter. James takes it, brows furrowing as he looks at the front.
"Mum and dad and-what is this?" James asks, confused.
"Harry." Sirius says, hoarsely. "It's from Harry."
James shakes his head. "But that doesn't-" he looks back down at the letter. "Lily!"
He looks up to see Lily exiting Harry's room quickly, closing the door as soft as she can behind her.
"What's all this commotion about? Harry just went to bed." She stops as she sees the letter in James' hands.
"It's-"
"Any word from Wormtail yet?" Sirius asks, jaw clenched, doing his best not to shout.
"He just fire-called. He's already Apparated outside the bounds and should be here in a few minutes." Lily replied, looking concerned at her friend and his obvious anger.
"Not much time then." Sirius said quietly. "Open the letter."
James glances at his wife. "Sirius says it's from Harry."
Lily's eyebrows raise. "What?"
Sirius shakes his head. "He just gave it to me. It was...a Harry from the future."
"He used a Time-Turner?" James said bewildered. "But what was so bad that he would risk things?"
"Open the letter." Sirius repeated, feeling quite weary all of a sudden. The anger was still there, but he knew that it wouldn't reemerge until he saw that slimy, fucking bag of puss that dared to call itself a person named Peter Pettigrew. He closes his eyes, waiting.
After a little while, he hears a faint hitch in someone's breath and he could smell tears in the air. He looks up, both of his best friends, his family, were looking down at the letter that Harry had so desperately wanted them all to read, crying. He gets up after James gives a little "come here" gesture with his hand.
"Here, Siri. Read. We'll wait for Albus." James said.
"And Wormtail." Lily said, steel in her tone as she speaks his name.
He takes the letter and looks at it, heart heavy.
Mum, dad,
It's hard to write to you. So many things I want to say. So many things I never got to say to you, like how much I love you. I never got to see you while I was growing up. Petunia and Vernon always discouraged questions about you. I know now that Petunia coped with things in her own way, but Vernon was always a very hard man, who never gave an inch. Their son Dudley actually turned out alright in the end.
But I'm sure you're wondering why I'm writing you and why I say these things.
As I look at your house, I know today is the day that you've planned to change Secret-Keepers. Please listen to me when I say DON'T. Pettigrew can't be trusted. He's a traitor. When you changed Secret-Keepers, he gave Voldemort your position and you two were-gone. He took you away from me and I don't want that to happen to the Harry whom you love, the Harry who deserves to grow up with a parents love.
Do whatever you can to stay safe. Please. Do it for me, your son whom you never knew, and do it for the son I hope to Merlin you can get to know. I love you both, always. Even if I no longer exist as I am now, it's worth it to see things be as they should be, for my parents to be safe, alive and happy. For little Harry to be happy. For Sirius to be happy.
Sirius...
I've regretted your death every day of my life since I saw you fall through that Veil. I felt so powerless, and such a fool. I know I was only fifteen then, but if I had just done things as I was supposed to, you probably would never have... Ha, but I'm sure you'd still say "Harry, I decided to go to the Ministry on my own. Don't blame yourself." But it's hard not to. I don't think I can ever forgive myself for it. In the least though, I can do this for you, and for everyone else. I think Time stopped for me that day, those many years ago when you died. I loved my parents, but I never got to know them, so it never was able to feel like a tangible sort of love. But you were there. I had known you. Your death nearly destroyed me.
I was unable to sort out my feelings back then, what I felt for you. I mean, I was dealing with Voldemort and other things, so my own feelings went on the back burner in my mind, so I didn't realize back then I was in love with you until it was too late. I always regretted not being able to tell you, so when I see you again. I hope...I hope I get the chance.
Please be safe, all of you.
I love you.
Harry P.
He could hear drops hit the parchment as his tears fell. Gods, Harry. He could only imagine what he had been through. He was sure his imagination couldn't even begin to cover what Harry had dealt with. He's startled a moment later at the sudden knocking at the door.
"James? Sirius? Lily? It's Peter."
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