This is one long chapter! A great deal is explained within this chapter alone and so I hope you like what I have written within. Enjoy.
As Harry blinked the spots out of his vision, he slowly began to notice things.
The first was that he noticed was that he was in a house. The floor was covered in a soft sky blue carpet. From the hallway he was in he could see that the living room was to his left. In it was a simple wooden table with soft plush chairs on either ends of the tables while a couch sat facing the wall that had a fireplace with the mantelpiece above it. To the right was a kitchen with a table in the middle, most likely for when the family has to eat. He noticed that the kitchen was in perfect order and very clean, by the light shine on the marble table.
However his detailing of the main floor of the house was interrupted by the feeling of someone grabbing his hand. Looking down, he saw the same girl from earlier hold onto his right with both of hers. By her size, Harry could tell she was no older then four or five years old.
"Come on dad!" The little girl whined. "Grandpa and grandma really want to talk to you!" she said as she began dragging a very confused Harry towards the living room.
"O-okay." harry replied as he let the child drag him around.
When the girl dragged him into the room, he did not expect grandpa and grandma to be his parents who did not even look as if they aged past forty. His parents were both standing in front of him and they were both smiling at him, something that Harry never got a chance to ever see besides the times when he would go to stare at the Mirror of Erised.
"Hello Harry." His father greeted.
Harry did not notice the girl let go of his hand and run up the stairs, nor did he care as he slowly stepped up to his father. As he stood in front of his father, he could really understand why many people say that he looked exactly like his father. He turned his head slowly to stare at his mother. She looked as beautiful as everyone had claimed she was and he could see why his father fell for her. However what captivated him the most was the same shade of emerald green eyes that they both shared.
"Mom? Dad?" Harry whispered as he stared at their smiling faces, or in his mother's case, crying.
"Yes Harry. It's us. It's really us." His mother replied. "My boy. My sweet baby boy is home and so grown up."
At that Harry broke down as he let the tears he was holding back fall as he pulled his parents into a hug, one they gladly returned. They continued to hug for another five minutes before separating and taking seats on the couches in the case for his parents and on the chair for Harry. As they sat down, the young girl returned, this time with two other people.
The first person he noticed was the baby that was being held by a woman. When he took a close look at the baby, he swore he was looking at himself as a baby as the baby had the same black hair on his head and emerald eyes. However he was wrong in that it was himself as a baby as he noticed that with a closer look the baby was in fact a girl.
Harry then turned his gaze away from the baby and towards the woman and the view took his breath away. For in front of him was an older Hermione Granger. He noticed that her hair was no longer bushy and instead flowed down much more easily. The older Hermione giggled at him as she noticed his gobsmacked look, something that the baby noticed and began giggling as well. The older Hermione moved towards the couch and sat the baby down onto the floor and everyone, including Harry watched the baby crawl over to her sister, who was playing with soft plush stags and dragons.
A sudden knock at the door alerted everyone that someone was outside of the door.
The older Hermione had a mile wide smile and gave Harry a wink before making her way to the door and opening it. Though he could not see who it was, Harry felt the room fill up with happiness and love as the person stepped through. Once again Harry was shocked as the person that just entered, was an older version of himself.
"Are you me?" Harry asked, only for his question to be ignored as the young girl saw him and pounced on him.
He watched his older self scoop the girl up and toss her into the air slightly before kissing her cheek. "Hey there Catherine. Have you been a good girl?" his older self asked.
The girl, Catherine nodded her head vigorously. "Uh huh! I've been a good girl." she answered.
"Good girl!" Older Harry replied before setting her down back to the floor, where the girl went back to her playing.
Older Harry then turned to younger Harry and and smiled at him. He then took a seat in the chair opposite younger Harry's before looking at older Hermione and whispering in her ear. Older Hermione nodded and picked up the baby and called for Catherine to follow.
"So, what is this? Why am I here. Where am I?" Harry asked.
Older Harry smiled at him. "This is your mind Harry. We, well actually, I called you here to explain some things about what you have just went through in the past 24 hours."
Harry looked down in sadness and grief as he thought about Sirius, holding back his tears. Something that his parents noticed and went up to him and held him as he once again fell into sadness and grief.
"Harry, look at me son." James said as he grabbed his son's shoulders. Harry looked up to his father and saw within the man's eyes the love and hope within. "What happened to Sirius was NOT your fault. Sometimes the things we seek to prevent will always happen, no matter how much we try to prevent them. Sirius knew the risks of going, but he still did. He loved you Harry, never forget that he loved so much that he was willing to die for you."
"I wish he didn't have to." Harry replied.
"I know Harry, but would Sirius want you to be sad about him dying?" James asked, to which Harry shook his head. "If anything, he would be ecstatic as he would finally be at peace and at the same time play every single prank he could think of."
Harry smiled at that as he imagined the spirits of the dead getting pranked by the infamous Sirius Black. Calming his thoughts, he looked towards his older self and nodded as his parents went back to their seats. "Alright."
"Before we begin however, do you remember your second year? More specifically about your battle against the Basilisk?" Older Harry asked, to which the younger version of himself nodded. "Good. Now, am I right in saying that your arm was pierced by a Basilisk Fang in the end as you killed said beast to which Fawkes healed you by crying on your wound?" Again younger Harry nodded. "Alright then. Now when Fawkes did this, it cured you of the poison of the Basilisk, but it did not eradicate the venom from it. The tears that Fawkes cried went into your blood, as did the Basilisk venom." Older Harry explained.
"So, what does that mean for me?" Younger Harry asked.
Older Harry held one hand up in a halt gesture. "Patience Harry. Now, normally this would have been left dormant, useless actually. But what happened in the Department of Mysteries, more specifically within the Time Room changed that. If you would look upon your right forearm, tell me what you see." he asked.
Younger Harry looked skeptically at his older counterpart but did as he asked and looked at his forearm. It was then he noticed the scar that was left from the spell the Death Eater sent yesterday. In all the commotion, he did not notice that his scar had healed up, in fact he believed that he had actually forgot about his new scar until now.
"What has this got to do with anything." he asked.
"Well, it seemed that when the Time Turners were destroyed, some of the sands that allow for time travel managed to fall into you fresh cut and thus into your bloodstream. That managed to reactivate the tears of Fawkes and venom from the Basilisk. This in turn also reactivated the effects that each of the properties had. The Sands of Time also gave you the ability to control time to a certain degree." Older Harry answered.
"Meaning?" Younger Harry asked as he was left confused by what his older self said. It actually reminded him of Hermione whenever she was giving out a lecture.
Older Harry sighed. "The Phoenix tears gave you the ability to control fire while the Basilisk venom gave you the to be resistant to negatively effecting potions or poisons as well as give you skin as hard as Basilisk scales." he answered in simpler terms.
Harry nodded dumbly as he processed the information that was given to him. The ability to control fire was something that he was pretty happy with as he now could throw fireballs at Vernon and not get harassed by the Ministry. The resistance to poisons and negative potions would help in case someone tried to actually poison him. But what really kept his thoughts occupied was the ability to control time.
"Just how much of a degree are we talking about." he asked.
"Well, you can't travel in time, backwards or forwards. You can however see into all possibilities of an event if you can learn to do so, something that you already unconsciously witnessed in the Death Chamber." Older Harry listed. "You can also reverse time on an area or a specific person and even create time loops."
"That's quiet the list." Harry commented.
Older Harry simply nodded before turning towards James and Lily, who have been silent throughout the entire exchange. Looking at them, younger Harry saw that something seemed to be bothering them as his mother had this pained expression on her face. "What?" he asked.
James and Lily did not say anything before his mother spoke up. "Harry, honey, have you ever wondered why your scar hurts whenever you sense Voldemort?" she asked, to which he nodded. "Well, the reason it does that is because, within that scar is a piece of Voldemort's soul."
"It's also where Vengeance comes from." James added in.
Harry sat there in shock, unable to process that particular piece of information. The only things that were in his head was the disgusting feeling of being violated in every single way imaginable. Learning that he had a piece of Voldemort in his scar was disconcerting. "WHAT!" he shouted.
"Harry please, allow us to explain." Lily pleaded.
Calming down, Harry stared at everyone in askance. "Explain." he stated.
Here, Older Harry began to spoke. "The piece within you is called a Horcrux, it is the most disgusting and darkest artifact for any single witch or wizard to create. What it does is that the person in question has to deliberately commit a murder, something that would damage your soul. After that the person has to cast a spell that would rip the damaged portion of the soul and encase it in an object." he explained.
Harry shuddered once the explanation was done as he could never imagine anyone wanting to split their soul. "So how many can someone make?"
"There has only been a single recorded case of a Horcrux being made and that was made by Herpo the Foul. Voldemort, being the mad bastard that he was, decided to create six, while also creating a unintentional seventh." Older Harry explained.
"What happens when all of these Horcruxs are destroyed?" Younger Harry asked.
"Voldemort will once again be mortal. The Horcruxes are the only things keeping him tethered to the mortal plain and thus immortal." Older Harry answered. "In fact, you already destroyed one during your second year."
"The dairy?" Harry asked, to which his older self nodded. "So that leaves six more. And by what you said earlier, I assume that I was this seventh unintentional Horcrux?" Harry asked, again his older self nodded. "How do we get rid of it? I would rather not have to stab my scar with a Basilisk fang."
Older Harry sighed as he looked to the ground. "Unfortunately, Voldemort is the only person who can do so. The reason for this is because of your mother and the protection she gifted to you when she died all those years ago." Older Harry explained, which confused Harry.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because when Voldemort took your blood to use for his resurrection, he also took Lily's protection. Therefor, for the Horcrux to be destroyed, you MUST die by the hand of Voldemort for 'neither can live while the other lives', meaning that only Voldemort can kill you and vice versa." Older Harry explained. "This does not mean you have to sacrifice yourself Harry. It just means that Voldemort must be the one to kill you."
"What about the other Horcruxes?" Younger Harry asked.
"That is not for me to explain. Ask Dumbledore to teach you more about Tom Riddle and his past. It is there that you will learn." Older Harry explained.
"Why can't you just tell me?" Younger Harry asked.
"I've already tampered enough in this timeline. I cannot tell you more." Older Harry stated.
"What do you mean by 'this timeline'?" Young Harry asked.
"I'm not you Harry Potter." The Older Harry stated. "Well, not your future self at least. I'm from another timeline, one that had many similarities and differences. I will not go into detail as my time is running out. But I will say this, go to China. Learn their branch of Magic. They will teach you ow to be a better wizard."
Younger Harry nodded and watched as his counterpart stood from his chair and walked towards the hallway. He watched as he took out his wand, a wand that looked quite similar to Dumbledore's own. He stared as his counterpart drew a large triangle in the air before drawing a circle within the triangle and finishing up with a single line that bisected the triangle and circle. With that, Older Harry returned his wand into his robes and thrust his left hand forward causing the symbol in front of him to burst into flames and open a portal. With a smile and a wink, his counterpart vanished, the portal closing soon after.
"Cool." Harry stated as he stared at the spot his counterpart just stood.
He then felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning to look, he saw that it was his father. "So! Tell me about Hermione!" he asked.
Snapping his eyes wide, Harry looked around as his vision returned to him as well as his other senses. Judging by the ceiling that he so often stared at when he was here, he knew that he was in the Hospital Wing. Looking to his side, he saw Hermione with her arms crossed on the bed with her head resting atop them quietly sleeping. With his right hand, he began to stroke her soft brown hair, all the while thinking about everything that he had just learned.
A small moan was let out from Hermione as she began to stir from her dreams. As she got up from her sleep, stretching her arms up high and arcing her back as she did so, she still had not noticed that Harry was awake.
"Hello Hermione." Harry greeted with a grin.
"Hey Harry." She mumbled back sleepily, only for her to jump in surprise and turn to stare at him with wide eyes. "HARRY!" she cried.
Harry laughed at her reaction as she stood up and began fussing over him, asking if he was alright and what had happened. He quickly grabbed her hands as his girlfriend began to become even more worried and panicked. "Hermione, I'm fine. Really. I just had a chat with myself in my head."
Hermione stopped mumbling and stared at her boyfriend. "Are you sure your okay Harry? No headaches or scar aching."
"No, not at the moment." Harry answered. "How long was I out?"
"About a few hours, I think." Hermione answered. "Professor Dumbledore came rushing when he heard what had happened and began questioning me on everything that happened after we left the Ministry."
"What did you tell him?" Harry asked.
"Only the important things. Not about what we did during the night, I assure you. But.." Hermione stopped as she trailed off.
"But?" Harry prodded.
"But I think he suspects what happened, he did say congratulations and that he was happy to win some kind of bet, though I'm not sure what." Hermione explained.
"And once again I must congratulate the both of you for finding love in such trying times." A voice spoke.
Both teens turned to see Albus Dumbledore walking up to them, a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hands. As soon as he stood in front of Harry's bed, he handed the copy of the Daily Prophet to the teen. Unfolding the paper, he stared at the headlines of the newspaper, a scowl on his face.
He Who Is Not To Be Named Returns
by Rita Skeeter
That is right dear readers. Your eyes are not deceiving you.
The Dark Lord that terrorized us during the First Wizarding War has returned.
He made his first appearance last night in front of hundreds, including the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
It is to be noted that he was only spotted after what seemed like a massive battle took place in the atrium within the Ministry of Magic. It seemed that Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore had been battling the Dark Lord as they were also both spotted facing the Dark Lord.
It would appear that young Mr Potter, along with Ronald Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Ginevra Weasley and Hermione Granger were tricked by the Dark Lord about a prophecy contained within the Department of Mysterious. When they arrived, they were ambushed by Voldemort's top lieutenant.
The young teens managed to battle their way out, destroying hundreds of Ministry property as they did so. However, it would seem that they were caught when the Death Eaters managed to hold them hostage within the Death Chamber, leaving young Mr Potter to have no choice but to hand over the Prophecy. However, Mr Potter used his wits and managed to turn the tables on the Death Eaters to force them to release his friends.
It was at that point that members of the vigilante group known as the Order of the Phoenix arrived. The Order of the Phoenix was a vigilante created by Albus Dumbledore to combat the Death Eaters during the First Wizarding War. Among the members were Aurors Kingsley Shacklebot and Nyphadora Tonks and retired senior Auror Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody. Arthur Weasley and former Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Remus Lupin as well as the now debunked criminal Sirius Black.
That's right audience, Sirius Back the infamous prisoner that escaped Azkaban Prison two years ago, murderer of thirteen muggles and Peter Pettigrew and traitor to the Potters was innocent of all charges sans the escaping of Azkaban Prison. It would seem that Sirius Black helped to fight against the Death Eaters before sadly falling in battle by the hand of Bellatrix Lestrange.
After that, details are sketchy at best as young Mr Potter seemed to change after witnessing Sirius Black fall through the Veil. Details provided by witnesses stated that Mr Potter grew black bat wings made of black smoke and seemed to be surrounded by a dark aura. Other features included his hair turning pale white and his eyes turning black. The last sighting by witnesses was when Mr Potter went after the escaping Bellatrix.
What does this mean for the Wizarding World now that Mr Potter's and Dumbledore's cries of the Dark Lord's return was true?
What was the strange transformation that Mr Potter go through?
These questions will be answered in the coming months as the Ministry is still in a state of emergency, but worry not, this reporting will make sure to spread the truth as soon as it is known.
For more details on Harry Potter, see Page 2
For more details on Albus Dumbledore, see Page 2
For full list of Death Eaters captured, see Page 3
For full list of combatants during the battle, see Page 3
For more details of the Order of the Phoenix, see Page 4
For more details on You Know Who, see Page 4
For more details on Sirius Black, see Page 4
"Fuck." he said as he folded the paper and placed it next to his bed.
Damn! That took alot out of me! I hope that helped you understand better on what Harry's capable of. What about that cameo of the Master of Death Harry meeting this Harry. I can bet that some of you believed that he was his future self.
Anyway, I also want to address about Sirius dying and Bellatrix escaping. I wanted someone to die originally anyway. It was a toss up between Hermione or Sirius. I chose Sirius simply because it was not only easier, but I felt that Sirius' death was what really pushed Harry to change. though not in the books but it will definitely in this story!
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