AUTHORS NOTE: Yes, I know last chapter was extremely rushed, but the plot is that Harry has to stop Voldemort from returning, which happens somewhere in between his first year and his last year.

To QHLuver: Thanks for pointing it out. You were right, I wrote Christmas instead of Halloween. Sorry for the mistake, I already changed it.

I also have a question for everyone who reads this (except for the few people here who know me IRL): How old do you think I am based on my writing and spelling (even though I'm Dutch)?

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Over the summer holidays Harry had rent a muggle appartement. It was small, and didn't have the newest furniture, but it was enough to live in. Harry didn't have that much money since he couldn't enter his vault. Ofcourse, he did get paid for his job, but Harry wanted to save his money so it might come in handy later. As much as he wanted to get his younger self away from the Dursleys, he just knew it wasn't the right thing to do. It would make too much differences. Otherwise the younger Harry would never get to know Dobby. Or else later. Besides, he remembered it was pretty cool to ride in a flying car with the Weasleys. No, it wasn't wise to change anything about that.

Something Harry was happy about, was that he'd managed to remove the jinx on the DADA job. That would mean that he was able to stay all seven years. It would make a lot of changes, because he wouldn't get to meet Lupin, or else later, and Voldemort would have a much harder time to resurrect himself in his fourth year. But he knew everything would find it's way in, just like it did last year with Quirrel. Sometimes you just can't change fate. Damn fate, he thought.

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It was the 1st of september and Harry sat at the staff table in the Great Hall. The feast had begun and Ginny was still sorted into Gryffindor. He thought about the awful year she was going to have. Could he change anything about it? Would it make much differences in the timeline? Yes, he thought. Otherwise the younger Harry nor anyone else would know about the Chamber of Secrets and the Basalisk. And most importantly, about the Horcrux. The younger Harry had to slay the Basalisk with Gryffindor's sword so it would have Basalisk venom in it, so he could use it to destroy the other Horcruxes. Harry realised that he actually couldn't change anything beside him being DADA teacher. If he would, he didn't know how everything would turn out. It was too risky.

Harry thought it might actually be a good idea to start a duelling club again. The disarming spell had saved his live multiple times after all. So, he asked some students to put some flyers in the halls, and spread the word across the school. The students seemed to be very enthusiastic about it, because when he went to the classroom where the first duelling lesson was going to be, an entire group of students already stood there, waiting for their teacher. He saw that the younger Harry, Ron and Hermione were there as well. Harry opened the classroom and everyone went in. Moments later, Snape came in as well. Snape had asked Harry if he could assist him with the club the moment he heard of it. Even though Harry was older and Snape didn't know who he really was, he didn't like Harry. It was problably because he looked so much like his father. Now more than ever, because Harry had changed his eye color to hazel, to avoid looking too much like the younger Harry. Snape problaby just wanted to shot a few spells at him, but Harry didn't mind. Unlike Lockhart, Harry was perfectly able to defend himself. All those years in Azkaban hadn't changed that.

''Welcome, everyone, to the duelling club,'' Harry said, ''Today we are going to practice the disarming spell. I know you are all able to do it, but are you able to do it in an actual duel?''

The students began to whisper amongst eachother.

''Now, first Professor Snape and I are going to demonstrate it to you. Professor Snape is going to attempt to disarm me, while I attempt to, well, not lose my wand,'' he said with a grin.

The students backed away a little bit so that Harry and Snape had enough space. They walked to eachother until there was only about 3 foot between them. They bowed and turned around and walked away from eachother. They turned around again, and Harry began to speak.

''Wands at the ready!'' They both pointed their wands at eachother.

''Expelliarmus!'' Snape cried.

''Protego!''

Harry's spell was so strong that it blasted Snape away. Several students began to laugh. Snape stood up again and pointed his wand at Harry. This time Harry would struck first. The spell shot out of his wand and he succesfully disarmed Snape. Ofcourse, Snape hadn't seen a non-verbal spell coming, otherwise he would be perfectly able to defend himself.

''You arrogant littl-'' But Harry interrupted him.

''Thank you, professor Snape! Because we needed an example of the spell actually disarming, I cast it non-verbally so professor Snape wouldn't see it coming. Ofcourse, you will just do it verbally, because non-verbal spells are not thaught until sixth year. Now, let's get you into pairs.''

This was the moment where he had to do something. If his younger self was paired with Malfoy, everyone would know about his ability to speak to snakes. Unless…

''Potter, Malfoy, you first,'' he said with a sigh. His younger self and Malfoy both walked to the middle of the circle. The bowed to eachother, and then walked away again. They turned around and pointed their wands at eachother.

''Wand at the ready! One, two-''

''Serpentsortia!'' Malfoy cried. A snake shot out of his wand. Harry had to do something now. But.. wait. If Harry didn't find out he was a parselmouth, he wouldn't find out why he could hear the basalisk. And he wouldn't know how to open the Chamber of Secrets. And most importantly, he wouldn't know how to save Ginny. He still wanted to do something, but it was already too late. Harry was speaking parselmouth.

''Vipera Evenesca,'' Snape whispered. The snake dissappeard, but no one was watching. They were all looking at the younger Harry.

''Class is over,'' said Harry. Everyone walked out of the room, and Snape began walking over to him.

For a minute they just stared at eachother, waiting for the other to say something. Just when Harry wanted to say something about telling Dumbledore, Snape began to speak in a low, cold tone.

''The heir of Slytherin.''

''Why do you think he is the heir of Slytherin?''

''Isn't it obvious? Salazar Slyherin was a parseltongue. Potter is a parseltongue. He has to be a descendant from him. It can't be a coincidence.''

''Do you really think that the heir of Slytherin, someone who apparently does not want us to know who he is, will speak parseltongue in front of everyone?''

Snape stayed silent. He looked at Harry and.. wait. Snape wasn't just looking at him. Harry quickly activated his Oclummency barriers and there he felt it. Snapes presence. Why didn't he think of putting on his barriers before? A Legilemens like Snape could easily figure out who Harry really was. Normally he would feel someones presence in his mind even if his barriers weren't up, but now… maybe it was because of Azkaban? That could be possible. He should problably better keep his barriers up all the time, in case someone just happend to slip into his mind. Like Snape, he thought.

''I think we should better go to Dumbledore. He'll know what to do,'' said Harry.

He walked out en Snape followed him. They walked to Dumbledore's office together, but none of them spoke to eachother.

''Sherbet Lemon.''

They walked up and Harry knocked on the door.

''Come in,'' said the familiar voice.