I don't own Harry Potter anything you may recognise is the work of JKRowling. Sorry if Dumbledore is a little off, he's hard to write for.


As soon as the liquid touched the back of Harry's throat he felt like gaging, the stuff tasted worse than Hermione's cooking had back when they were on the run. The room around him was spinning and morphing so fast that it made his limbs tingle and his head spin. Colours flew past blurring and bleeding into each other like some kind of abstract art. Harry closed his eyes, so he wouldn't throw up and the last thing he saw was Ron do the same. Then it stopped. The ground beneath him shifted and heard them land on the ground with a thud. He opened his eyes and looked around the first thing that registered in his mind was that they were in the entry way of Dumbledore's office.

"Where did you come from?" exclaimed the Gargoyle that stood before them. Harry thanked whoever was listening that the Gargoyle didn't seem to recognise him, not that Harry had had a tremendous amount to encounters with it.

"Er…from around the corner, you weren't looking when we came up," said Ron quickly.

"I think I'd remember-" Harry cut the gargoyle off;

"Is Dumbledore in?"

The Gargoyle glared at them suspiciously.

"Who wants to know?" Harry gulped and looked at Ron who shrugged. This obviously wasn't part of their plan, but when did their plans ever work anyway? Harry opened his mouth, not entirely sure what he was going to say when;

"You know, most people who attempt to break into my office will at least try a few of my previous passwords first."

Harry froze at the same second, he saw Ron go ridged beside him. Why had Hermione decided that Hogwarts was the best place to leave them? Surely Grimmauld Place would have been just as easy, but then Harry thought of suddenly appearing in a room with Mad-Eye Moody and decided that he was more likely to keep his head in this situation, if only because Dumbledore preferred to ask questions first.

"Now if you would be so kind as to turn around, I'd like to know who's so desperate to meet with me." Harry wasn't fooled by Dumbledore's pleasant tone, leading people into a false sense of security was one of Dumbledore's many talents and was something that Harry had witnessed more than once. It was one of the things that made dealing with Dumbledore dangerous.

Harry caught Ron's eye as they turned and nodded ever so slightly. Ron quirked the corner of his mouth to let Harry know he'd gotten the message, go quietly. If Dumbledore decided they weren't a threat to the school, then they would at least get the chance to talk to him. If he decided they were then well, they were screwed.

"I think he knows we're here," whispered Ron.

"You think?" Harry whispered back sarcastically.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed as they swept over Harry and Ron, probably taking in every detail and cross referencing it with what he knew about fifteen-year-old Harry and Ron and seeing if they matched up. Harry gulped as Dumbledore drew his wand and had to fight his reflexes not to reach for his own, obviously Dumbledore had noticed that they weren't quite fifteen anymore.

"Cantata Somonis," was the last thing Harry heard before his eyes drooped and he felt his body go lax and hit the floor. The last thing he thought however, besides how much hitting the stone floor hurt, was that at that very moment facing Moody seemed to be the safer option.

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When Harry awoke the first thing he noticed, besides his throbbing head, was that he was sitting in Dumbledore's office. The second thing he noticed was that his limbs were stuck to the chair.

"Ah good, you're awake," said Dumbledore as he moved to stand on Harry's right. He was holding a teapot and quietly filled one of the teacups that were sitting in front of them on the desk. Harry didn't really know what he was supposed to say, the last time he'd been in this office was to talk to Dumbledore's painting just after the war. Now he was in the same office about to talk to a very much alive Dumbledore in 1995. Harry shook his head and turned it to look at Ron beside him. The other man was still out cold, his head lolling against his chest.

"What did you do to us?" he asked trying to remember the spell Dumbledore had used.

"It was just an ordinary sleeping charm; your friend should be awake any moment now." Dumbledore had now moved around to the other side of the desk and filled the second cup before taking his seat. His blue eyes locked on to Harry's, like he was trying to read his mind, but Harry couldn't feel the tell-tale push of legilimency.

"Perhaps you would like a drink while we wait," continued Dumbledore as he gestured to the cup closest to Harry. Harry eyed the cup suspiciously but was saved from answering by Ron beginning to stir.

"What the bloody hell happened?" he asked frowning and blinking his eyes open. Harry watched as the blood drained out of Ron's face as he began to realise their predicament.

"You tried to break into my office," answered Dumbledore as he leaned forward in his seat.

"Obviously we didn't think this through enough," added Harry as Ron nodded in agreement.

"I was just offering your companion here a cup of tea, perhaps you would like one as well?" asked Dumbledore, eyeing Harry and Ron with interest. Ron eyed the innocent looking teacup in front of him with distrust.

"It's laced with Vertiaserum isn't it?"

"Perhaps."

"We don't have anything to hide, you can ask us anything."

"If you don't have anything to hide than you have no reason not to drink it," countered Dumbledore pleasantly. Harry reached forward, only his arms and upper torso were able to move from the seat, and took the teacup.

"Just drink it Ron," said Harry as he took a mouthful of tea.

"Your name is Ron Weasley?" asked Dumbledore as Ron drank his tea, nodding as he swallowed. Dumbledore turned to Harry "And your name is?"

"Harry James Potter."

Dumbledore's eyebrow quirked but he still didn't look convinced.

"You don't believe us?" asked Harry.

"It isn't possible to lie while under Vertiaserum, however if you were to believe you were in fact Harry Potter and Ron Weasley without actually being so, then you would of course not be lying," explained Dumbledore.

"Then how are we meant to prove we are who we say we are?" asked Ron frowning.

"While you were both unconscious I preformed several revealing spells, all of which had no effect. There are only two possible options remaining, you are either who you say you are or you have used a Polyjuice Potion."

"Polyjuice only works for an hour though."

"Yes, and Vertiaserum lasts for roughly the same amount of time, so all I need to is wait and in the meantime ask questions, which brings me to my first, what are you doing here?"

Harry glanced at Ron before answering, wondering where in their complicated story he should begin.

"I believe the beginning is always the best choice," said Dumbledore, as if he'd read Harry's mind.

"The beginning isn't as straightforward as you would think," replied Harry. It felt decidedly strange facing Dumbledore and having all the information, Harry couldn't even think of another time it had happened except perhaps whenever Harry had seen something in Voldemort's head. He just hoped that this would be a more pleasant experience. "I suppose this all started with the defeat of Voldemort," he added noting the look of extreme interest on Dumbledore's face.

"Was it you that defeated him?"

"Yes, but you already knew that it'd have to be me sir," replied Harry as he glared at the man behind the desk. If Dumbledore was surprised with Harry's resentment he didn't say anything, instead motioned for Harry to get back to his story. "Okay, so Voldemort was defeated, and the remaining Death Eaters were taken into custody and sent to Azkaban, but some of them got away. A few months after the war ended Ron and I were approached by the Auror Department and asked if we wanted to join and help them catch the last thirty or so Death Eaters that weren't in prison or currently on trial."

"And you both said yes?"

"We did," answered Ron this time. "It felt weird sitting at home not doing anything. I mean we could have gone back to school, but Hogwarts was closed for the rest of the school year for repairs."

Dumbledore frowned but didn't say anything. Harry continued;

"So anyway, we spent a year learning to track and take down Death Eaters, we practically completed the entire Auror training course in that time. Then just about a month before the anniversary of the last battle, the Auror Office started getting in rumours that Dolohov had finally come out of hiding-"

"And we both have a bone to pick with him," interrupted Ron.

"And why is that?" asked Dumbledore his curiosity getting the better of him for the minute.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat, "He killed Remus during the final battle," he answered quietly.

"I'm sorry to hear that, he is a good man," replied Dumbledore sombrely.

Harry nodded, "When we heard that he'd been spotted we volunteered to track him. The Head Auror of our time Robards wasn't very keen to let us but eventually he gave us permission."

"And you've been after him ever since," finished Dumbledore as both Harry and Ron nodded.

"He's tricky and went back underground when he got wind that we were tracking him. We pretty much spent the months after that studying the theoretical side of being an Auror until last night." Harry then went onto explain their meeting with Mrs Darvill and the kidnapping of her husband.

"But you don't know what his plan was once he got himself here?" asked Dumbledore frowning. It was a strange plan and not even he could work out what Dolohov could possibly gain from accomplishing his goal whether it be warning Voldemort of his destruction or something far worse.

"No and we have limited options to where we can start looking. We're still waiting from more information from Hermione in the future," added Ron.

"So, Miss Granger stayed in your time, was there a reason for that?" asked Dumbledore, who was further intrigued with the Trio's decision to split.

"She's the brains of the operation," answered Harry. "We need her back in our time to send us clues about Dolohov's plan and as competent as Hermione is with her wand, she's not an Auror." Dumbledore nodded conceding their point.

"I expect you'll need a place to stay until you've figured that out?" asked Dumbledore.

"You believe us then?" asked Ron leaning forward and almost tumbling to the floor when he discovered he was no long stuck to his chair.

"It's been well over an hour Mr Weasley," replied Dumbledore smiling slightly. It was good to know that Ron hadn't lost much of his personality.

"A place to stay would be great if it isn't too much trouble for the Order," nodded Harry.

"Of course not, I believe you'll have some useful information for us," replied Dumbledore, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly as Harry and Ron blanched.

"How did you know we were changing the future?" asked Ron looking perplexed.

"Ron my boy, I know the laws of time. I know what you can change and what you can't. My question is, how are you going to do it?" Dumbledore looked them both in the eye. "What information are you able to reveal and what are you not? You yourself Harry must know there are things your fifteen-year-old self cannot know."

"You mean the fact that I'm a Horcrux?" asked Harry waspishly, his eyebrow raised. "You're right, I can't know that until the last possible moment, otherwise my sacrifice won't work. But there are things that fifteen-year-old me should know. Like the fact that I was seeing into Voldemort's mind while I slept and you're going to ignore me for an entire year, oh and there's a bloody prophecy written about me!" he retorted.

"He's never exactly forgiven you completely for that Professor," added Ron as he looked sideways at his best friend.

"I can understand why," answered Dumbledore gravely.

"No, you don't!" growled Harry his frustration at the time returning to him "Sirius died because I was kept in the dark until it was too late."

"And suppose we did reveal this information to your younger self. You said he's seeing into Voldemort's mind in his sleep, what's to stop Voldemort from getting this information then? What's to stop him from using this information, Sirius would still die."

"It wouldn't be my fault!" yelled Harry. He knew Dumbledore was pushing Harry's limits to get him to agree with Dumbledore's original plan, but Harry wasn't going to tolerate it this time around. It was his life and he would deal with the consequences. If Sirius's death still happened, then Harry could at least take comfort from the fact that it wasn't his fault any more than he was responsible for anyone else that died during the war. No matter what people said it wasn't him they had been fighting for.

Dumbledore sighed as he watched Harry try to calm himself. It was times like this that Dumbledore saw Lily's temper flare to life in her son. It saddened the Professor that after years of being compared to his father Harry would never really know how much like his mother he really was.

"I don't know," Harry finally admitted after he'd managed to calm down.

"I'm sorry Harry, but until you can find a way of preventing Voldemort from discovering what the prophecy entails your younger self must be kept in the dark."

"But what about the rest of it? Harry told us that Voldemort didn't know about Harry seeing into his mind until Da-" Ron cut himself off.

"Until what Mr Weasley?" asked Dumbledore leaning forward intently.

"My dad was attacked by Nagini, Voldemort's pet snake, just before Christmas." Ron admitted slowly. "But if that's true and Harry is dreaming about things he shouldn't know about, he needs to know. He needs to know the possibility of what could happen."

"And what happened?" asked Dumbledore quietly looking from Ron to Harry. Harry sighed, messaged his temples and answered;

"Voldemort discovered I could see into his mind after Mr Weasley was attacked. I saw it happen and the Order was able to get to him in time." Harry took a deep breath and continued. "I was dreaming about a hallway, I kept getting a door and was trying to get inside but I couldn't. Voldemort was trying to get into the Hall of Prophecies, but he couldn't do it, the Order had it too well guarded. So, he decided that I'd be able to do it."

"He planted a vision of Sirius in my head. Kreacher was helping Bellatrix and Narcissa and told me Sirius had been captured when I tried to check on him." Harry had a lump in his throat, but he ignored it. "In the vision he was torturing Sirius for information in the Hall of Prophecies and being the idiot I am, I went after him. We got there, and I found the prophecy, but we'd already walked into the trap. Sirius died-"

"And that is why you believe you are responsible for his death," finished Dumbledore, Harry nodded.

Dumbledore stroked his beard as he considered his options. On the one hand if Voldemort learnt that he had access to Harry's mind, then the results could be catastrophic for the Order's war efforts. On the other hand, this future Harry was still suffering for what being kept in the dark had resulted in. If he could spare Harry just this once then he would do it.

"Very well, you can tell Harry what his dreams mean, warn him about the dangers that these dreams present, but, under no circumstances are either of you to reveal to him what the prophecy contains. Is that understood?" said Dumbldore.

"Yes sir," both young men chimed.

"Now what are we going to do about the Order?" asked Ron. "Mum will chuck a fit if we just turn up and Moody'll hex us to dust before we even make it out of the floo!" he exclaimed.

"I'll make sure they know you're coming. I'll prepare them and then send you a message to come through," replied Dumbledore. He stood and walked to the fireplace.

"Make sure all of us kids are there too, they need to know what's happening as well," added Harry.

"Very well," nodded Dumbledore. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to call into order." And with that Dumbledore disappeared in a sparkle of green flames.