AN: If anybody missed me then I call you fools. My insanity is slightly gone and I decided to write another chapter of this story which I like so much. Whether or not you do is not my problem. Enjoy and review.
The portal through time was a rather pleasant journey which was odd given Harry's previous magical transportations. Even orbing hand a slight tingling sensation that made you feel slightly uncomfortable. He arrived inside the attic but unlike the one in the past, this one was dark, gloomy, and a little bit frightening. He saw Chris, Bianca, and three other men, one of which was talking to Chris.
"Hello Wyatt." Chris muttered to his now adult brother.
"Et tu, Chris? Of all the people to betray me." Wyatt retorted. Harry meanwhile was making his way over to his demon bodyguards.
"I didn't go back to betray you, Wyatt. I went back to save you."
"Save me? From what?"
Harry hovered an athame above the head of one demon while he had his hand behind the head of the other.
"From whatever evil it was that turned you."
"That's always been your problem, Chris. Stuck in the old good versus evil morass. I'm so past that. It's all about power; it's as simple as that."
"And guess what I have." Harry said as he revealed himself and killed the two demons in less than a second.
"The Collector?" Wyatt asked himself as he looked at the statue of Harry and the real Harry.
Harry waved his hand and Chris was sent across the room allowing Harry clear room to unleash waves of destructive power at Wyatt who countered with his own. The two powers destroyed everything in their path as they clashed and battled.
"Chris get your god damn powers back now!" Harry shouted as he blinked behind Wyatt to save himself from the attack. Wyatt was far more powerful than he was and even with his collective power it was becoming hard to fight. He threw fireballs only for Wyatt to wave them away and counter with his own energy balls. He blinked away but Wyatt followed with a column of dark orbs following every time.
"Excalibur!" Wyatt called to nothing. The very sword that the baby Wyatt used to kill Mordaunt orbed into Wyatt's hand.
"Sword of Gryffindor, I call your aid once more." In a flash of light a ruby sword appeared and Harry gripped it tightly before charging.
His strike was met by Excalibur. "Did you really think that I would allow such a weak sword to destroy me the king of magic?" Wyatt mocked as he countered the strike and waved his hand causing Harry to fly across the room. "And now for my brother."
He turned to Chris who was crouched on the floor next a loose floorboard reading a piece a paper.
"Powers of witches rise, come to me across the skies, return my magic, give me back, all those taken from the attack" A blue light washed over Chris as he stood up and faced his brother.
"Powers or not, you have defied me for the last time" Wyatt willed an energy ball into his hands but suddenly found himself immobile. Bianca had penetrated his back with her hand which was now glowing a light blue.
"You promised you wouldn't hurt him." She growled as she twisted her hand causing Wyatt unbearable pain as his magic was viciously held at bay. "Whatever you're going to do, do it fast. I can't hold him for long"
"Hear these words, hear the rhyme, heed the hope within my mind Send me back to where I'll find, what I wish in place and time." Chris chanted making the portal open once more.
A crash was heard as Wyatt finally broke free from Bianca and had thrown her across the room where she landed painfully. Blood began to ooze from her head as she lay still.
"Chris go!" Harry said as he grabbed hold of Wyatt and began to make a fire bubble. "Change the past so that this never happens!" the fire consumed them both but it was obvious that neither of them was going to die.
Chris never moved so Harry, at great risk to himself, waved his hand inside the bubble causing Chris to fly through the portal and back into the past. The portal closed behind him just as the fire cleared away and a battered Harry and Wyatt were revealed.
"You're a fool. Now your trapped here." Wyatt growled
"Oh no." Harry said as he walked over to his statue. "I'm going home; I just thought I'd leave you a little reminder." He turned to the statue and knocked on it twice, his hand glowing a bright gold every time.
Just like before, the statue began to crack and crumble until it exploded entirely leaving this timeline's Harry potter.
"I'll leave you two to get acquainted shall I?" The Harry from the past said to the one of the future.
"Yes, now get out of here before we start having problems." The other replied waving his hand and forcing Harry to orb away. Leaving him and Wyatt alone. "Now, let's see if I can't reverse the damage done to what used to be my little buddy."
Harry's eyes began to morph and twist until the irises became a bright gold while the pupil became a silvery colour. His hands sparked with magic and his bird's nest of hair began to stand even more on end.
"Now you will face my true power!" Harry screamed as he unleashed his magic against the king of magic.
Meanwhile, the Harry of the past landed on a cold stone floor painfully. The long journey as well as the distractions of the Halliwell attic made the other Harry's aim slightly off. He stood up to see a sight he missed dearly, yet never wanted to see again in his lifetime. Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry was now a dusty, empty castle. No doubt that the reign of Wyatt had forced the wand users into hiding.
He staggered into up the stairs, past the portraits who looked at him in shock. After what seemed like the longest walk of his life he found himself at the stone gargoyle that once needed the craziest passwords to open. Harry simply waved his finger and the gargoyle was blasted away with a bang.
He walked up the stairs but for the first time in his life, he didn't knock. He waved his hand and the door opened softly revealing the head's office. No longer was it filled with knick knacks that once had many students in wonder, nor did it have the many large and old tombs from when McGonagall took over. It was bare, empty bar the portraits on the walls which were all sleeping. Harry was grateful for this as right now, he doubted whether he could handle any more drama.
He turned to the bare wall of the office and closed his eyes. The room began to shake and the people in the portraits awoke screaming as they saw what was going on and who was doing it. An imprint of the triquetra was carved into the wall by the will of Harry's magic and it began to glow soon after its completion. Harry opened his eyes just in time for the glowing symbol to vanish into thin air leaving behind a vortex in its shape.
Exhausted beyond imagination, Harry slowly crawled into the portal during which he felt unbelievable pain as his drained magical core reacted violently to the portal. He was just on the edge and had to throw himself in to make the journey which, unlike last time was unbearable.
Half way through the portal, Harry felt something, something he didn't want to feel ever. His eyes widened and his back arched as he felt more pain than ever before only this time, he knew it wasn't because of the portal.