Chapter 9: Fate changes plans

As Harry walked from the headmaster's office, deep in London's underground a small group of wizards gathered around a table. "This cannot go on. Harry Potter has practically removed those who we have placed in power." A man said as he stood at the head of the table.

"He has, in one move, removed most of the pureblood powerbase and the Mudbloods are now looking to him. In a few years he will take over completely." Another man snarled. "There has to be a way to stop him."

A woman smiled slightly "There are several ways, not all of them magical. At school we cannot touch him, but if we pay an assassin from the Muggle world, he could remove all of our problems with little difficulty."

The first man snorted "Defile ourselves with the Muggles?" The second man frowned "But no one would expect us to have a hand in the matter. We could also attempt to help the Dark Lord return to power."

The woman shook her head "That would not be a very good idea at this time. Too many of his followers are locked away, but perhaps, if all else fails…"

The small group spoke long into the night, several plans forming.

Harry awoke in the morning to a drawling voice, raised to almost a shout. "Look Weasel, I will not study with the Mudblood."

Harry stood up and stepped between Ron and Draco. "Enough, your father followed a Half-Blood, who was considered to be one of the more powerful purebloods in the world."



Draco snorted "The Dark Lord is not a half blood."

Harry looked at the blond boy. "His real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle." He flicked his wand to form the words in the air. "Change them…." The words changed to read 'I am Lord Voldemort.' "Draco, you have the option, follow blindly and end up like your Father, groveling at the feet of a Half Blood or be your own Master when he comes back."

Ron looked at Harry "He-Who-Mus-"

Harry cut him off "Voldemort. Do not speak that hyphenated bull around me. Fear of the name only gives him more power."

Ron swallowed as he spoke again "Vo-Voldemort is dead mate."

Harry shook his head "Where was his body Ron? No, I think he will come back. For some reason when he gave me this scar, I was connected to him. I've seen him. I did not understand what I was seeing until I found out I was a wizard. He will come back, tomorrow, a year, a decade from now I do not know." He sighed softly "We need to train now to be ready. Hogwarts knows that this is coming. She reformed this house to bring everyone together. I even guess that the Founder's Heirs are in this house. I wonder who they are but I know Voldemort will do everything to find out."

Harry looked at Draco. "What if one of those Heirs were what you call a Mudblood? That would make that person a half blood at least. You cannot judge someone by their blood. We all bleed red Draco. Look at Neville, he is a pureblood but most consider him barely over a squib even though I know he is not. He just lacks confidence like you, Ron. You're a pureblood who thinks he is over shadowed by his brothers. I would give all of my gold in my bank vault for what you have Ron. You have the most wealth out of everyone in this room."

Ron looked shocked at what Harry was saying. "Until last month Ron, I did not have a Knut to my name, or so I thought. My so-called family treated me worse than a house elf. Draco has a father and mother, but I would guess that his Father would cast rather painful curses whenever he would do something slightly wrong and beat into him the Death Eaters agenda." Harry smiled at Ron and Draco. "I suspect that Draco would have rather lived like you did Ron, or even like I did growing up."

Draco looked affronted but did not really protest. "Draco, it will be a very long seven years if you do not let go of the pureblood crap. The hat would not have put you in this house if it did not think that you could help unify the school. I bet you are our Slytherin connection, the way to understand them. Ron, I highly suspect you are the Gryffindor connection, for you think like one. Hermione with her book-worm- like thinking is the Ravenclaw connection and Neville, I think would have done well in Hufflepuff and that he is very loyal to his friends."

Draco looked at Harry as he sat on his bed. "And what about you, where do you fit in?"

Harry smiled back at Draco "I am the person to glue everyone together. You are thinking about what I said. Now I am not saying things will be easy. I know we will get on each other's nerves and we will fight but what friends don't? We just have to make sure that we don't let it come between us.

"I loathe my fame. I would gladly give it up if I thought there was another that would be better but I know that there isn't."

"Dumbledore told me something when I arrived…" Harry lied "And basically it means I am the one to get rid of Voldemort. I can't tell you more until you learn how to shield your mind from others. Yes there are those out there that can, for a lack of a better phrase, read your mind. Once our small group can keep that from happening, I will tell everything I know. Until then, I have secrets and they need to remain that way." With that Harry turned and found himself at breakfast with Hermione and Neville. After telling them what happened and the basic thoughts of what he said to Ron and Draco, he left to find Snape.

Harry knocked on the Potion Master's door. Entering he heard, "What Potter, came to tell me some more drivel?" the potions master growled.

Harry shook his head "No Professor. I was wondering if you could look over this and help me brew it. It is a cure for werewolves."

Snape looked a little shocked "there is no cure."

Harry smiled "Not yet, but your notes after I found them helped us finish it. However, there was not much of a point when we did. They were almost gone by then." He sighed "Look over it and I think you could be famous."

With that Harry left to go to his classes. Over the rest of the year, he worked with his four friends, helping them learn and get along with each other. They were starting to be called the Potter quintuplet, they seemed to be inseparable. In the first timeline, Harry was the youngest seeker in a century, but due to creative manipulation of a few rules, Hogwarts had five teams for the school sport. Harry had written to the Nimbus Company early in the school year. He smiled at that memory when the Headmaster told the school. It was breakfast time early October.

Dumbledore stood up as he looked over his students "There has been a change in the school rules. Students are no longer allowed to use their personal broom sticks for both Quidditch games and practice. They must use the school brooms"

He paused as he heard the protests from the students. He held up his hand "This is due to the Nimbus Company asking if we could help test the prototype brooms that they have developed for professional players. I will be speaking more about this with the team captains." He smiled at his students.

"I am also pleased to announce that House Le Fay has requested to form a team. In light of the new Quidditch rules, I will be allowing them to do so. Madam Hooch will be overseeing their try outs this weekend and will select the team captain. Also, all first years in the other houses will be allowed to try out for their respective teams."

Harry glanced around and saw Wood sigh softly. He knew that this meant more games for them and wondered how things would change. However, after their weekend try outs he smiled as he saw that Ron was selected as Keeper and named Team Captain. Harry was the seeker, Susan Bones, Hanna Abbott, and to Harry's shock, Lavender Brown became chasers. Lavender was not very good but was better than the rest of those who attempted. Draco and Blaise became the beaters. Harry was worried about how Ron would handle the games but because he was much younger then when he played Keeper before, the nerves were not there. They became the youngest team ever to play at Hogwarts.



During their last game that decided the cup, which was theirs only if they did not lose by 140 points or more, Harry waited above the stands looking for the Snitch and watching the game. He smiled as Draco preformed a lot better as a Beater then as a Seeker. They were up by 60 points, with Gryffindor being shut out. Much to the amazement of the school, Ron had managed to block every goal sent his way and was on his way to a scoreless season. That had never happened before in the history of the school. Harry laughed as he dove for the snitch, snatching it out from under the other seeker, some seventh year he did not remember the first time around.

Harry chuckled as he blinked the memory away. Ron now had some of the fame he had wanted the first time around and there were rumors that the professional teams had scouts at the last match but Harry could not have proven it.

It was the last day of term, the Potter five were at breakfast when the mail post was delivered. Harry saw his snowy owl land in front of him. He took the newspaper from her leg. He dropped it as he saw the head line.

Gilderoy Lockhart New Minister

In the few days following the death of Amelia Bones in her home from a Heart Attack, Gilderoy Lockart was elected Minister of Magic late last night.

Harry crumpled the newspaper, not bothering to read the rest of the article. "He's worse than Fudge!" he mumbled under his breath. This did not bode well for the years to come but at least they didn't have to worry about him as their DADA teacher in the following year.

The next two years seemed to Harry to fly by. Both Ginny and Luna were sorted in to La Fay the next year along with a few other students. However, the following year, there were no new students placed in the house. From what Hermione could gather from the library is that the house was only there when it was needed, normally when the other houses were out of sorts, so to speak.

During the summer before his Third Year, Harry was at the Burrow with the Weasley family. "Mr. Weasely, can I speak to you privately for a moment?"

"Sure Harry." Came the answer. Arthur lead Harry to the broom shed. "What can I do for you Harry?" He asked.

Harry looked up at the head of the Weasley family. "What I am about to tell you will seem very strange. When I am done, I would like an Unbreakable Vow not to tell anyone about this." Arthur started to protest but Harry cut him off. He told Arthur about what happened and what will happen. "Because of this, I would like you to take a position on the Wizengamot as Baron Slytherin." Harry smiled as Mr. Weasley seemed very shocked at all of this. "Harry, I don't think I can accept that!" He said, sounding very shocked.

"Why not? I view you as the Father I never had, both in this time and my last. Please think about all the good you could do with that vote?"

It took a few more minutes but Harry was able to get him to agree to it but not use it for a while. Harry had a plan and wanted to hold off having played that card quite yet. Harry stepped out of the shed when he felt an Icy Chill run down his spine. He frowned as he looked around. "No, not here. Why would they…" He mumbled as Mr. Weasley spoke "Get in the house Harry!"

Harry shook his head as he raised his wand before shouting "Expecto Patronum!" however, only mist game from his wand. He was more than a little shocked at that but he heard Ron's voice speaking "Har…Harry, There was an..an attack today." He saw in his mind's eye his best friend collapse in tears as "Mum and D..Dad were ki…" Harry tried to raise the wand again but another Memory hit him

Flashback

Harry was standing in front of a large metal door. The hallway around him looked like it just had a bomb go off in it. The walls were still smoking and there were troops both Muggle and Magical lying around him. "General Potter, the facility is secure. However, I am sure the Muggles will have reinforcements here shortly. We must hurry." Said his second in command.

Harry nodded as he flicked his wand, ripping the door from the wall. As he walked in, he felt sick. There were bodies that looked like they had been experimented upon. Chained to a operating table was a redheaded woman laying in a rather large pool of blood. She was sobbing softly to herself as Harry 

walked up to her "Ginny…" He whispered "They killed…the baby…" She whispered. Harry moved to untie his wife. She grabbed his robe weakly "I'm sorry Harry… I can't…I'm dying…" She moaned. Harry looked into her eyes as he reached out to stroke her cheek "Thank…you…" She whispered. Her hand fell slack before falling to the table. That spark of life fading from behind the eyes of his wife.

End flashback

That day had been one of the worst in his life Harry thought as he struggled to fight the affects of the Dementors. He raised his wand, his voice horse as he said "Expecto…" But he failed to get another word out as he fell. The Dementor lowered its hood to allow its decayed face to lower.

There was a shout as Mr. Weasley attempted to cast his own Patronus however it was too late for Harry. The kiss had been preformed. The Dementors scattered from the Burrow as Molly rushed out. "Arthur!" She cried as the Weasley elder knelt next to Harry. "Call St. Mungos Molly." Arthur said, his voice grave. He saw his children rush over to them. He really did not know what to tell them.

The Boy-Who-Lived Kissed!

Late last night at the residence of Arthur Weasley a group of what the Ministry calls Rogue Dementors attacked the Boy-Who-Lived! Ministry Aurors arrived within minutes of the attack but they were too late to help Harry Potter. Healers at St Mungo's state that Harry Potter's condition is grave and will not make a recovery. They tell the Prophet that the savior of the Wizarding world was kissed by a Dementor. For our readers that do not know what that is.

Molly threw the paper away. She felt that she had failed one of her own children. She did not protect Harry when he needed it the most. She walked back into the long term ward to sit with her seventh son. She did wonder slightly where her husband was but what she did not know was that Baron Slytherin had called the high court together to call for votes on rounding up all Dementors and finding a way to deal with them so this could not happen again.