Disclaimer: They are not mine, sadly, if they were they would have led happier, more naked lives. They belong to the beautiful blond who unfortunately chose children as her target audience, hence the lack of nakedness :'(
Title: If I Could Live That Time Again
Pairing: HP/SS eventually
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Aghast at the effects of war Harry passes out from exhaustion only to find himself awoken in a place he knows no longer stands, with people he knows no longer live and a destiny he though he no longer had. New chances, new choices and a new out look and attitude. Warnings; Slash, HPSS, Time Travel, Violence, Gore, Smut, Minor short term death.
Chapter 6
The next couple of weeks passed by quickly for Harry, he still struggled to hide his knowledge and his impatience at the youth of his friends but his regular conversations with Albus helped.
They planned their moves to destroy the Horcrux's but agreed that they would need to wait untill after Voldemort was re-embodied to move and destroy them. Voldemort needed to think no-one knew about them otherwise he might make more as soon as he returned and he needed to be re-born so he could be killed, neither of them knew how to kill the spirit form he currently embodied.
Harry started making plans to have his house built. He had learnt that the blood wards, that were supposed to keep him safe at the Dursley's didn't actually work, when Voldemort had been able to kill this relatives, so there was really no need for him to return to that house.
Hermione had hypothosised that the wards failed due to the fact that he didn't think of their house as home.
So, he was planning his house. He wanted to have the same house built as he had in his original time. It needed to be fairly large, with a dozen or so bedrooms that order members could use, a large library, a study that was big enough to comfortably seat three dozen people, a private study for Harry's personal use, a room for training in and a comfortable sitting room.
His trust account was more that large enough to build and furnish a house of this size and still be half full. He wouldn't be able to access the full Potter vault till he became an adult in the eye's of the wizarding world at seventeen but he had more than enough to live on till then.
~hp~hp~hp~
It had taken Harry a little over a month to find a suitable builder. They had then spent two weeks making exact plans for the house Harry wanted. He hadn't realised so much had to go into the designing of a house, as per usual Hermione had arranged it all last time. Merlin, he missed her.
They had discussed everything from the type of brick to use, to the style of the fire places, the stair case and even the door knobs! Harry hadn't thought so many of the little details were arranged by the builder but apparently they were, or at least they were in the wizarding world.
He had also found a reputable solicitor, he hadn't contacted them yet, there had been no need for one but he would soon and put them on retainer. It wouldn't be long before negative articles would start popping up in The Daily Prophet and Harry planned on suing them for every one on the grounds of slander.
He had also had to find a plot of land to have his house built on. After contemplation he had decided to buy a plot on the coast in Scotland, it saved on the need for long distance apparition which was quite tiring (and illegal since he was only eleven but they couldn't trace him if he didn't use is wand to apparate).
Harry was now stood by the lake, he watched the ripples on the otherwise calm surface.
I can't keep up with pretending to be eleven. Not the way I am. I need to find a way to keep myself entertained, I'm just so bored!
Harry found the lessons monotonous and stressful, constantly minding his words and actions. His magic was constantly sparking from lack of use after so many years of constant use. His battle training came across to his room mates as paranoia and he had no way to explain it to them. He could imagine the way that conversation would go.
No, I'm really not paranoid! I am just constantly aware of my surroundings and possible attacks because I have spent the last nine years of my life in training to battle and kill dark wizards. Yes, I did say nine years. Yes, I do realise that I only look like I'm eleven. No, I didn't start training at two years old. No im not really eleven, it's a kind of a funny story actually, you see, I'm really twenty years old, all my friends died so my magic sent me back in time to give me a second chance. Yes, you did die but it's okay because now you won't!
Harry smirked at the thought and considered telling them just to see their reaction.
That proves it. I need a hobby! Something that will make me smile and will use my magic. Hmmm... Perhaps it's time to follow in the foot steps of my father and godfather, especially after my success with Quirrell. Speaking of, how on earth do I go about getting a hold of wormtail? The only time I ever see him is when Ron has a hold of him. I need my map back. Guess that means planning a surprise for the twins! I will also need a name if I'm to be the next marauder. Hmm, something to do with my animagus, might help if I actually knew what I was...
He had become an animagus not long before his last battle but hadn't shown anyone yet. All he knew was that he was some kind of bird - made from lightning. He thoght it was rather useless in all honesty. It was cool enough to be able to fly but it wasn't really practical. Like many other things in his life it was rather weird and pointless. It wasn't useful towards a battle as he couldn't use magic in that form, he couldn't sneak around as he seemed to glow, he couldn't carry anything as it just got charred to a crisp. All it actually allowed him to do was was small bursts of electricity while in his human form, as Seamus had discovered when he poked him with the stick.
~hp~hp~hp~
It was now Thursay evening and the school was sitting down for dinner. Harry had spent two days planning his prank for the twins, it had worked out well as just this morning they decided to charm all the toilets in the boys dormitory to squirt water at anyone who tried to sit on them and this would make a nice revenge.
The twins were completely unaware of Harry watching them from the corner of his eye. Doing everything in concert as they liked to the both raised forkfuls of mash to thier mouths. Harry muttered a quick spell and watched them fill their mouths. Both their hair turned purple. Neither noticed. The next mouthful gave them green stripes. They still didn't notice. Ron spayed peas over the table when as he noticed though.
The twins looked at each other to see if they had noticed what had made Ron laugh and both yelped.
"Your hair!" They said together.
"What in Merlin's-"
"Name? How did you-"
"Do that?" they stared at each other for a few seconds before joining the laughter.
Fred still chuckling had another bite. His eyebrows turned pink. George howled and told his brother.
They both continued eating and enjoying the colour changing prank. Every other finger turned royal blue and their arms from wrist to elbow yellow. Their ears turned a glittery orange and their eyelids flashed a different colour each time they blinked.
The hall was filled with laughter, people from all the tables were egging the on to try different foods as each one seemed to have a different effect. Harry was enjoying it immensely, it had taken quite a while to combine several spells into one and his grand finale was still to come.
As soon as the first mouthful of pudding was consummed fireworks shot up from their plates and exploded, the glitter that fell left multi-coloured stains on everyone it landed on. The fireworks spelt out a message;
Messers Moony, Wormtail,
Padfoot & Prongs
Are Proud To Present
Messer Sparks!
The twins looked up at the message with awe in their eyes, Snape glared, obviously unimpressed to be reminded of the marauders despite that fact that Harry had been careful not to let the prank effect him. Everyone else looked confused.
Harry had hated putting Wormtail on there but the twins wouldn't have been half as impressed if he wasn't.
Albus caught his eye and offered him a smile, eyes twinkling madly.
~hp~hp~hp~
Harry followed after them until they reached the hospital wing at which point he turned off and back to Griffindor tower.
The commen room was still empty when he reached it and he quickly put his invisibility cloak on.
The third year dormitory was slightly different to Harry's but not much.
I wonder why Hufflepuff change dorm rooms each year but we don't? The irrelevant thought passed through Harry's mind as he approached the beds that were scattered with bits of parchment. Harry took a quick look oly to smile when he saw the plans for what would become classic Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes products, including canary creams.
The bed on the right had stronger locking spells and wards on the trunk at the end, so Harry decided to try that one first. He needed to get done before everyone else returned from dinner.
One by one he dismantled all the protective spells. There were a couple of nasty surprises hidden in there too, not surprising really for the twins. In his time they were as much dark as light. Harry blamed most of that on the products they had designed for the war, anything that was needed to spring a trap they could make with a little time.
His map was hidden at the bottom of the trunk. He left a note in it's place.
My Dearest Twins,
It is with my deepest regrets that I must reclaim my map.
I know this will grieve you but I leave in it's place a hint towards who I am.
I am a son and nephew to those you emulate.
I am known by all but none bar one knows me.
I am of your house but belong in another.
If you work out who I am, I have a business proposal for you.
Best of luck,
Messer Sparks.
Harry replaced all the charms and wards on the chest and crept of of the room again.
He couldn't wait for the twins to work out who he was. He had decided as he wrote the note to tell them the whole truth when they did. He knew he could trust the twins. They were two of the few people he fully trusted.
He also planned on investing in Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes again. Perhaps this time they wouldn't need to sacrifice their love of jokes to make war products.
~hp~hp~hp~
The next went by smoothly.
Harry watched the twins plotting and conspiring, still trying to work out the identity of Messer Sparks but so far they didn't seem to have considered the little first years.
The builder had got back in touch and told him the house had been started but probably wouldn't be finished until the second week of August. That had been disappointing, he would have to return to the Dursley's for three weeks.
He needed to sort somethig out before he went back. He refused to accept their abuse any longer. He shouldn't have allowed it before when he first got back.
But how to stop them? I refuse to use magic on them, there has to be a way without...
It was now Thursday evening and Harry was lying on his bed, fully dressed and listening to the sounds of his room mates falling asleep.
The map was open in front of him and he was tracking Wormtail across it.
Once all the boy's were fully asleep, Harry slipped on his invisibility cloak and out of the room.
Wormtail was on the seventh floor.
That's helpful. I think I will take him into the room of requirement. A cold smile flitted across his face.
The smile only grew colder as he lay eyes on the cowardly animagus. A quick accio had the rodent flying into his hand and held tight.
I need a place the rat can't escape from, I need a place the rat can't escape from, I need a place the rat can't escape from.
The door appeared.
Harry's grin was all appreciation this time. The room had obviously picked up oh his hostile feelings towards Wormtail. The room was bare stone, chains hung from the ceiling and walls and in the middle of the room was a cage. Large enough for a man to fit in - if he crawled in and remained sitting, not quite long enough to lie down flat in, just big enough to give the illusion that you could. The bars were covered in chicken wire, the holes not big enough for even a rat to fit through.
Nice.
Harry dropped the rat and pointed his wand at the rodent. He had only heard the spell to force an animagus into human form once before but he still managed to make it work.
Harry watched in disgust as the fat little rat turned into a fat little man.
Wormtail instantly fell on his knees before Harry and crawled forward.
"H-Harry! Y-you d-don't know how l-long I have h-hoped to meet you! J-just like your f-father, you l-look just like J-James!" The revolting little man in front of him wrapped his arms around Harry's knees. Harry quickly stepped back away from the digusting man at his feet.
"That is enough Peter. You are here and not dead for one reason. Sirius." Harry smirked at the Wormtail's flinch at the name. "You remember him don't you? The friend you sent to azkaban for the death of thirteen muggles and yourself." Harry picked him up with magic and threw him in the cage. He locked it with the strongest spells he knew and added wards to prevent the change into his animagus form.
Harry turned and walked out of the room. He had originally intended to play with the man a little longer. He hadn't realised just how much hate he still had for the cowardly traitor. He had wanted to hurt the man too much to be able to stay in the same room with him any longer without acting on his impulses.
Harry walked up to Albus's office, went through several different sweets before he guessed the right one (Albus found it quite amusing that Harry could always guess it and as such refused to tell him what it was) and knocked on the inner door.
"Come in." Albus called. "Harry, my dear boy! To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"
"Please Albus, you knew what I planned to do tonight. He's in the room of requirement." Harry replied with a smirk.
"You got him? Marvelous! The Auror's should be here any second." Albus twinkled.
"What would you have done with the Auror's if I hadn't been able to get him tonight?" Harry asked with a grin.
"Offered lemon drops and tea of course." Albus managed to reply with a straight face but his amusement was evident in his eyes.
The fire flared green as the Auror's flooed in.
Harry watched as they seized Peter and asked for Professor Snape to be called and administer Veritaserum as the Medi-Wizard the ministery normally used had already gone home for the night.
"Open your mouth." Snape ordered calmly to Wormtail. When the sniveling little man didn't react fast enough, the potions master grabbed his face and prised his teeth apart. Three drops landed precisely on his tongue. "Swallow!" Snape growled. Peter gulped in fear before he realised what he was doing.
His body relaxed and his eyes glazed over, becoming dull and vacant.
"What is your name?" Snape started the basic questions.
"Peter Pettigrew."
"Where did you attend school?" Snape asked in a bored drawl.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Snape looked to the Auror's to see if they wanted to take over the questioning but the waved him on and seemed quite content to just sit back and watch.
"You have been presumed dead for the last ten years. Why are you alive?" The almost unnoticeable extra snarl in his voice told Harry that the potions master wasn't impressed at his survival.
"I faked my own death as I set Sirius Black up for murder."
"Why would you do either?" Snape didn't seem at all surprised at the answer, but then Harry remembered that while Snape may have hated Sirius, he had never believed him capable of betraying James or murdering muggles. Had even gone as far as to defend him to Albus. Snape had only just rejoined the light though and his word had been worth little.
"Because I was responible for the death of the Potters, I was their secret keeper, I told The Dark Lord where they were. Black knew and was coming to find me at the time. I killed the muggles and cut off my finger before changing into my rat form and hiding in the sewers."
Snape turned and looked at the Aurors to see if he needed to ask anything else. They shook their heads and he administered the anti-dote.
"I expect you will release my godfather immediately." Harry stated with a smile at the Auror's.
"Yes, of course Mr. Potter, He will need to wait till morning though for the paper work and to reclaim his confiscated assets. His compensation may take a few days longer to sort out though." The older Auror stated not taking his eye's off Harry's forehead. Harry sighed.
"I will accompany you to retrieve him. Please stop staring, it makes me uncomfortable." The Auror blushed at the admonishment and looked to Albus to gain his permission to take Harry with them.
"Hold tight to this portkey then please, Mr. Potter. It will take us directly to the holding cells in the Ministery of Magic, from there we will need to speak to the Head of Magical Law Enforcement to receive passes to the Isle of Azkaban to release Mr. Black."
Harry spent the next three and a half hours very bored. He listened to more debates on the issue of releasing Sirius than he had expected. Seemed like this was a first, to release a prisoner after this length of time.
Eventually he had had enough of their debating what would be needed to care for him and his possible mental state.
"Enough! I will be taking Sirius back to Hogwarts with me. The Headmaster has prepared rooms for him and we have everything that could be needed to take care of him. Even if the problems are more mental than physical." Harry stated loudly, "Now if you all don't mind, I believe my godfather has been unjustly imprisoned of long enough."
The Auror's jumped at the commanding tone before they considered that it came from the mouth of an eleven year old.
The passage to Azkaban was long and cold. The only way to get there by boat as no apparition or portkeys were able to work on the heavily warded island.
The fortress loomed dark and forbidding and the corridors were dim and dank. The cells were barely eight by eight foot. The presence of the Dementors could be felt all around but they didn't see any and Harry luckily wasn't effected too much by them any more. Too much being that he didn't pass out in their presence, he still relieved all his worst memories but he could work through it now. Seeing the flash of green light that indicated his mother's death made him flinch and the new memory of all his friends dead made his eye's water but that was the worst of it.
Sirius lay on his bed unmoving. The steady but slight breathing indicating he was asleep.
They opened the cell and Harry walked in, he could feel the magic dampening spells trying to stop his use of magic as he erected a protective spell around himself.
Good job who ever cast the spell was weaker tha me. Harry thought, he didn't know how Sirius would react but in his place Harry would have reacted violently he was sure.
Harry gently touched the older man's shoulder with a whisper of his name. The man reacted like he was struck by lightning. He jumped up and spun so his back was to the wall, he breathing became heavy and ragged.
"Sirius. Siri, calm down, It's okay. Your safe. Your name has been cleared. I've come to get you out. It's okay." Harry spoke in the gentlest voice he could manage, reasurring the panicing man.
"James..." Sirius voice trailed off as he fell unconscious.
Harry levitated him out of the cell and gestured the Auror's to lead the way out. The Auror's watched him with fear. This eleven year old boy was performing the impossible. He was using magic in Azkaban.
Harry sighed and just started walking back the way they came in, wrapping his own cloak around the gaunt body of this godfather.
I should have thought to warn them I could use magic here, now I will have to face the inquisition about my ability to. Great! Well, they will just have to wait untill I have sorted out Siris first.
The boat ride back to the main land was uncomfortable, the Auror's hadn't stopped staring and had already told him he would be wanted for questioning at some point. Harry had promised his cooperation once Sirius was settled.
They gave him a portkey that would take him to the outside of the wards of Hogwarts.
AN: Sorry this update took so long! My daughter refused to sleep for the last couple of nights and I was up with her unable to write.
So, what do you think about this chapter?
I won't be able to update again till Thursday as I have work all night tonight. Sorry!
Regards,
Duana xxx
