Time Paradox Revolution

by: PhoenixJustice

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros and people who aren't me. I only own this story and make no profit from this.

Warning: Rated M for future sexual content, language, violence, etc.

Pairings: eventual Sirius/Harry, James/Lily, etc.

Setting: Post-Deathly Hallows, then pre-Sorcerers/Philosopher's Stone.

Summary: He had lived. The boy into the man. The future appeared pretty as a rose and hid its true self, its thorns, well. He had one chance; and so he gave up everything he had to change everything he knew.

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Chapter Twelve - Unknown

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Something had happened. And those who wondered about what had just happened, were apparently going to keep wondering, because the ones who knew what happened? Well they refused to talk. Something had scared even the most elite of Death Eaters. They, at least, were the ones better off the the ones on the lower totem poles; some of them had been left gibbering messes, only able to mutter nonsense or scream. And scream they did. Something they had seen was so horrific that it had left them in the state they were in. St. Mungo's was starting to get overflowed with cases, and all the while there was the question of; what is causing all of this?

The ones who were still able to function somewhat properly said it wasn't He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He was not the cause of this. But if not the most Dark, most Evil, Lord that had been around didn't do this, then what did? Was this apart of the Dark Lord's plans somehow? They could be lying about his involvement. There was, after all, only so much veritaserum they get and use on someone at a time, and there were a lot of people who needed to be talked to. If they were able to function well enough to speak, that is...

The unknown was the scary thing. And both St. Mungo's and the Auror Division were having a field day trying to figure out just what was going on.

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Even with the continuing news of all the people being discovered in such a state didn't stop Pureblood society. They were used to dealing with all sorts of things, and to deal with it in the most sensible way (they thought.) News such as this would not keep the people down. There were always things to attend, both charity and personal, people to meet, to mingle, to get to know contacts better, all of that. Death Eater mingled with non-Death Eater, or people on the fence. People made nice, they smiled their false smiles and they pretended to be friends. All in all...the usual.

Narcissa hated it.

Oh, she certainly didn't at first, because at least in the beginning it felt like there were more genuine people out there for her to talk to. There wasn't as much of Purebloods mingling with only themselves, at least not all the time. After all, many influencial Wizards and Witches of the time were Halfbloods or even Muggleborn. They were all the rave at parties and the spectacles at such events always made her smile. Being the then girlfriend, then fiance, and finally wife, of someone of the stature of Lucius Malfoy gave her the opportunity to meet all sorts of eccentric people and she loved it. Of course her family, the Blacks, were also well known families and had their own circles in society, but it was a different sort of animal when she was invited by way of Malfoy.

She adored Lucius, loved him more than she thought it possible to love another person, despite what the gossip sometimes said. Her and Lucius had never gotten together for money, or stature, or position of power. She would have married him if he were penniless; he the same for her. They had married for love, which sadly was becoming less of a reason why people married. She saw more and more marry for power or whatever other reason, and was thankful that they had not married for that reason.

With Lucius she got to see purebloods, muggleborn, halfbloods, and even muggles in the know, mingling, talking, enjoying. Saw a troup of vampire acrobats juggle flaming swords with a grin on their face, saw a lycanthrope transform into a mighty lion then into a little housecat to the amusement of the crowd. She saw many things.

And then he appeared. Lord Voldemort. He was charming to all, cunning, ruthless, many things. He snared many in his web of talks of how they deserved better, how this was like this, how that was like that. He was a smooth talker and held sway over many people.

Narcissa wasn't impressed. Not in the ways that mattered to someone like the Dark Lord. Oh she feared, she knew the power he wielded (had seen it in person against many a people), and she respected that power. But she did not like it. The wave of fear and power that he was gaining over many scared her. Even the bigger families were moving to obey him, to kneel at his feet like little lap dogs. She could see the writing on the wall. The Malfoy's were a big family in Wizarding society, one of the biggest, so everyone was waiting to see how they would go. And she knew what the response would be if it was no.

"Lucius-"

"I have to, love. The man's power...you've seen it. You've witnessed the horrors just like I have. I can't go against that kind of power. Especially when I have my family to think of." He pulls her close, hugging her tightly. "And I will do anything and everything to protect the things I love. Even this." He pulls back, holding her face tenderly as he looks at her, white blonde locks mingling with hers and he leans forward. "I swore when you said yes to me, that I would protect you. Do you trust me?"

She looks up into the face of the person she loved most and nods, tears gathering in her eyes. "Always. I only fear the kind of life that we will bring our son into."

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This party was a celebration in many ways. It was both Harry's seventh birthday as well as them officially coming back out to the Wizarding world, and society, as a whole. After all that time, that waiting, that worrying, it was deemed safe enough to go out into the world again. Slowly, here and there, after speaking with Albus before, they started to venture out of their house and into the village, reintegrating themselves back into the village. Everyone was warm and inviting and they definitely understood why they had kept to themselves like they had for so long. No one blamed them for it; they would have done the same to protect their child and themselves from someone like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Speaking of You-Know-Who, he had not been heard of in nearly six years. At first there was much unrest in the Wizarding world. Unsure of just what was going on, what You-Know-Who was up to. There was unrest. And wasn't until the Ministry finally officially spoke that people started to feel safer; Death Eaters captured or killed, no You-Know-Who around in years! nothing to fear dear people! said the Minister. It was safer than it had been for a long time and slowly, over time, people started to relax a bit more. The Ministry were still being vigilant and keeping an eye on things, said the Minister, so people needed to start to go out and live properly again!

Mind you, the word of Cornelius Fudge the Minister of Magic, wasn't what made them feel safe enough to leave the safety of their house, the place where their child had lived so much of his life in already, no that was the word, and power, of Albus Dumbledore, Salazar Slytherin (who had pledged that day when telling them his tale, to protect them and to help them see the end of this evil), and of course Sirius. Sirius who had been vigilant since his first day of searching to find, and destroy, the Horcruxes of Lord Voldemort. Just how they were going to destroy them was still up in the air. The important thing, right now, was in finding them.

And keeping them out of enemy hands.

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"So what's next on the list?"

"Hm. Well we know he's keen on items related to the Founders."

"Yeah. And I imagine you guys didn't leave too many relics lying around. Other than yourselves."

"Ha ha, very funny Black. You can see the tears in my eyes from the giggles."

"Oh, shut it. Only one of us is funny and it isn't you, snake-boy."

"Snake boy? If anything, boy, you'll shut-"

"You'll both shut up if you know what it good for you."

"Yes, ma'am." "...yes."

Rowena snorts, sitting back in her chair. "That's more like it. Seriously, why do all men act like such children? I swear, Godric is just as bad."

Salazar's lips thin, eyes glaring dangerously. "I wouldn't know."

Rowena merely rolls her eyes, all too aware of her friend's temperament, as he was to her and they were to Godric and Helga and vice-versa. "You would, if you weren't such a stubborn old fool who-"

"That's enough, Rowena." Salazar says. He looks away, his eyes much more haunted than before. "Please."

There were few things that could ever get Salazar Slytherin to say please, and she knew the reason for this one. She let it go.

"So," she continues, as if that moment never happened. "My diadem has been recovered, but there's still a few relics," she looks at Sirius. "We left in the world as a whole. We can assume that he has made at least 3 Horcruxes. Four, if he's found anything else of ours."

Four Horcruxes. The act it took to make one and the result it left on the person and their body and soul was horrendous and the fact that Riddle made more was horrifying. Even the darkest and most evilest of creatures never dared to push that much farther. They at least had enough sense not to push the boundary of soul like that.

"Helga's Cup," Salazar pipes up, looking a bit more at ease than he did moments before. "Something of mine...there is the toss-up. On what he both found and which it could be. With...with him it feels like it'd be his sword. It's nice and it's very obviously his."

"Perhaps..." Sirius looks down at his watch. "Shit, is that the time already. I gotta go. Harry's birthday party."

Salazar looks at the clock on the mantle. He wasn't too keen on being here but Rowena had assured him, in her dry sarcastic way of hers, that Godric had been gone for awhile and wouldn't be back for awhile. Too busy looking for him and yes, she wouldn't get in their way of...missing each other. At least not yet (not that Salazar needed to know that-the damned fool would just run off again and she really didn't feel like putting extra effort in to hunt him down.)

"Hn. You're right. Best be off then." he starts to get up too, looking like he was trying not to look around more. She was sure he was curious about the place, since it was actually Godric's and not hers, but she decided to refrain from teasing him just yet (she knew that, for all that it had been such a long time, the wounds were still fresh and would never really heal within him. Either of them. Stubborn old fools.)

She gets up as well. "I'll go with you. I suppose it's time I go and meet the Potters too then, since you've already pulled me in this far."

"Oh, Rowena. I'm touched." Salazar says sarcastically.

"Shut it, snake-boy."

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To say she was nervous was an understatement. It had been a long time and there were definite nerves there. They were all on edge for the longest time. The news and reports of people going mad and many other worst things besides kept filling the Daily Prophet. She worried. She worried for her husband and she worried for her son. Lucius had been in the thick of things for a long time now, out of necessity to protect his family, and that left him vulnerable. So he had acted arrogant, paid off people, done many shady things to keep things looking on the outside as they should be for a Death Eater family.

But she, they, kept those things from their young son, Draco, as best as they could. They wanted to give him as best of a life as they could. They'd project all sorts of things to the outside, but in the inside, of their home, is where they could be themselves and where they treated Draco as he deserved to be treated. She hated the times she'd have to play up her pureblood heritage, to make it look like she looked down upon others. But there had been no other way. Until now.

No sign, no nothing, of the Dark Lord in years. Years. Only the people going mad, the Death Eaters in his employ losing their sanity. Even that hadn't been enough to sway Lucius to put down his guard. Nor her, really. But Sirius had. She hadn't spoken to her cousin in years. On two opposing sides, there had been no way (without bloodshed) so she had did her best to keep away from him and the Potters and to keep them away from her, Lucius and Draco. He had spoken candidly about a few things, including which the fact that he was actively doing something which would, if successful, end the Dark Lord's life for good. And he already had the first piece to the puzzle in which to do it.

Still...nerves. She was quite nervous. She had been a bitch to many people and she wasn't sure just how she, or her family, would be taken. Especially given their past as Death Eaters. She jumps as a hand touches her shoulder and she looks up to see her husband looking at her exasperatedly.

"Calm down. It'll be alright." he says soothingly, though she could see the nerves in him too. She knew he had to be just as nervous as she. After all, these people were ones they had essentially put down for years (whether they had actually meant it or not.) Plus their statuses as affliates of the Dark. She could only hope that Sirius had worked his magic and they would be...well, not murderous on first instinct would be good.

"Can we go in? I'm getting bored." says Draco suddenly.

Her and Lucius look down and laugh at their son, still laughing as the door opens.

"Welcome. It's nice to see you, Narcissa. Lucius. And you, of course, Draco." Lily smiles warmly at them.

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He couldn't wait. He was seven, Uncle Sirius was returning home, and he was about to meet a whole bunch of new people who he hoped would be his friends. Surely they would. He was nice, and polite (his mum and dad said so! And so did Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus!) and had a lots of cool toys. He was so excited!

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A/N: I know that you all are probably chomping at the bit about information about the Founders. Never fear, it will be coming!...in a side story. XD Well, bits and pieces will be talked about here some more probably. But the bulk of it is going to be worked into a side story. It will be multiple chapters as it deals with the beginning of Hogwarts and the like. Not sure who's POV it'll be in yet, but look for the first chapter soon-ish.

Next chapter we'll be dealing with the party and more! (Oh and the Narcissa popping up thing surprised me too. =P)

I hope you enjoyed this!

Let me know what you thought!

-PhoenixJustice