Chapter 21

The Boy-Who-Lived, Part I

"I, Professor James Harry Williamson, am the one known as Harry James Potter, son of Lily and James Potter, godson of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, conqueror of Lord 'He-who-must-not-be-named' Voldemort."

"You are Harry Potter? That cannot be, that's impossible!"

"Do you not remember what was said when you were away from here?

Your, how do you say it?, Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is also not from either of your universes, but one very similar to the one Ms. Granger left. In fact, until she left, those universes were exactly the same. The memory came back to her. "How can you be Harry?"

"I am Harry James Potter, born 31 July 1981 and David James Harry Evans-Williamson, supposedly born 31 October 1935. My being here was as much a fluke and/or victim of prophesies as yours.

FLASHBACK/FLASHFOWARD:

It was right after the Fall of Lord Voldemort. Hermione was going back for her seventh year, so that she could take the NEWT exams, and Harry and Ron were off at Auror training, and Neville was working with plants in Greece.

Hermione, it seems, had quickly done quite well on her NEWTs, with one of the highest scores ever at Hogwarts. Most of the material had been quite simple for her, especially Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Harry went through training quickly, and was able to easily take down the Followers of the Dark Lord who had escaped. Harry thought that the portion of his life devoted to taking down Dark Wizards was finished. Unfortunately, Harry forgot one thing—the Prophesy of the Light. Every time a Dark Lord rises, a Leader of the Light will step in to help defeat the new Dark Lord. When the Dark Lords arise, Leaders will not defeat the new Dark Lord themselves, but through their apprentices, who will eventually take their place as Leader of the Light. Each Leader will defeat one Dark Lord as apprentice, and one through their apprentice—never any more, any fewer.

Within a hundred years, a new Dark Lord had risen. Hermione was the Headmaster of Hogwarts, having taught Defence Against the Dark Arts for over fifty years. Harry had taken over her position as Defence teacher around his 75th birthday. This new Dark Lord was based in the United States, and therefore was not much of a problem for the British wizards. But then something happened that changed Harry's life forever. The Dark Lord, it was proven, was in fact from England, and to further add insult to injury, was the great-grandson of Harry Potter. Christopher Corey Potter, now known as Lord Zyviol was the son of Jordan Walker Potter and grandson of Albus Severus Potter.

The United States were doing a decent job containing the new Dark Lord, but they also forgot one important fact. The population of the United States, having come from a multitude of different countries, meant that there was a higher population of Mundane-borns (Muggle-borns) and Half-bloods then there was in the UK and Ireland. (The Magical UK didn't differentiate between Ireland, and Northern Ireland, as the differences that divided them were mostly Muggle problems such as religion) The fact that the Dark Lord seemed to only be targeting the Purebloods didn't seem to even be considered by the Government. By the time Harry Potter was approaching 150, the Lord's Power extended to Canada and Mexico, which had larger Pure populations than the United States. This got the attention of the British Authorities.

The Queen's Ministry of Magic soon dispatched a delegation of Aurors to Canada, where they started to investigate the works of this new Dark Lord. Soon, Harry Potter was training his new apprentice Morgan Francis Turner Moss-Black, his great-great-nephew. By the time Harry had reached 175, Lord Zyviol had finally returned to Britain. It took a while for Harry to get close to the Dark Lord, but when he did, he attempted to avoid the Prophesy of the Light, and attempted to take down the Dark Lord himself.

"What have you done, Christopher? You have allowed the Dark Magic to twist your mind, until now, until now you've become the very thing our family has sworn to destroy! You're supposed to defeat the Dark Lords, not join them! I have failed you, Christopher. I have failed you."

"You said it yourself, Grandfather," the Dark Lord replied. "Most of the Death Eaters were pure-bloods! I was simply trying to defeat the menace of the Purebloods! I see through the lies of the Light. I do not fear the Dark as you do. By eliminating the Purebloods, I will have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire!"

"Your new Empire?"

"I will kill you, Grandfather."

"The Dark Side is evil, Christopher! You turn your back on everything when you start down that path. I will do what I must to rid the world of Darkness."

"You will try."

What followed was a flurry of spells, unlike any the world had seen since Grindelwald was defeated by Albus Dumbledore. Both combatants took heavy damage. Soon, though, both were wounded critically. Christopher continued to taunt his Grandfather throughout the battle.

"You are weak, old man. You do not use the Power that is given you. If you really wanted to defeat me, you'd use your old wand—the Elder Wand, the Deathstick! When I left you, I was but the learner. Now I am the Master."

"You're only a Master of Evil, Christopher!"

Soon, both combatants knew that they should give up. Harry and Morgan went to Potter manor, and Christopher went back to his evil lair. When Harry got to the manor, the Healer-on-duty looked over his wounds. It wasn't good.

"Mr. Potter," the healer said. "I'm afraid that you will die within the next 24 hours."

"Get my family here, Healer Smith—including the Headmistress. I want Ginerva, Hermione, Albus, James, Lily, their children, and their children. Make sure that they know that their own family member is responsible for this."

"Yes, Lord Potter," the healer said. "I will have them here straight-away."

The twenty-four hours went quickly. Soon, Harry knew that his time would be up, and he said goodbye to his family. He closed his eyes, and fell to sleep—the sleep he expected to be the eternal sleep.

Back in time

After a couple of hours, Harry woke up. He was in the Hospital Wing, he thought. Then he noticed a steady beeping. This, he knew, was a sound not found in any magical hospital he'd ever been to.

"Ahh, you're awake. You've been out a week! Can you talk, child?"

"Yes, I can talk," Harry answered. "What is the date?"

"Today is a most glorious day, young sir. Evil is vanquished, and the War is over!"

Harry knew that this must mean something different than he thought, because he would attribute that day to either the day Grindelwald was defeated, or the day Voldemort had been defeated.

"Today is 7 May, 1945! The Germans have been defeated and the second of our World Wars is over! Now that we've got that out of the way, who are you?"

Looking down at his body, Harry saw that the body that he was in was slightly different than his original body, and he appeared to be around ten years old. The date made Harry think of something that would happen in a couple of hours—Dumbledore, acting on the last orders of the previous Lord of the Light, would defeat Grindelwald.

"My name," he said in an ambiguous accent, "is David Evans, and I am ten years old, born on 31 October 1934."

"Thank you for that information, Mr. Evans. How did you get to London? Where are your parents?" the nurse asked.

"My parents are dead. There were killed in the Blitzkreig a couple of years ago. Since then, I have been living with relatives. The relatives died, and I ended up back in London. I have no clue as to how I got injured."

The nurse seemed to take what David said as truth, and just wrote it down. Mundanes! They don't ask anything! They just accept what we tell them. He looked at the nurse while wandering what was going to happen to him.

"I'll have to let Mrs. Cole at Stockwell know to expect a new child. It's a nice place for orphans without relatives," the nurse said kindly.

After Harry was done recovering, he was sent to Stockwell. He had half of a dorm room to himself, and shared bathroom facilities. Meals were taken en masse, with all of the orphans eating together at a large table—it was similar to Hogwarts as Harry distantly remembered it. During the day, the caretakers at the orphanage didn't care what the children did, as long as they stayed out of trouble and got back before dinner time, so Harry would usually go to the library to read and think. One day, when he came back, there was a young couple in the waiting room. Mrs. Cole called to Harry.

"Mr Evans! Come here, would you? We wouldn't want to keep these nice people waiting!" When Harry came over, she introduced the people as Daniel and Isabel Williamson, who were looking to adopt a boy.

When Harry shook the man's hand, he could immediately feel something about the man. As Harry looked the man over, he could tell that Daniel was wearing clothing that was only just within the limits of acceptable Muggle apparel.

"Hello, David," Williamson said. "How are you doing?" Harry answered that he was very good, and that he had just come from the library. The man asked if he was interested in books, to which Harry—no David—said that he very much liked books.

The couple came to the orphanage many times over the next couple of weeks, sometimes liberating David (as he is now called) for weekends at their house (about as big as Number 12, but much cleaner). Although David had the suspicion that they were Magical, David never once saw any evidence that they were. All of the portraits and photographs were completely still, there were no house-elves around, and they didn't whip out their wand to do everything (in fact, David didn't even see wands at all. Perhaps he was mistaken).

On one such trip in the middle of July (to the zoo and to a hamburger restaurant), the Williamsons asked a very important question.

"David, you know that we love you almost as much as if you were our own child. The missus, we found out right before we started visiting you that, due to a medical problem, we can never have any natural children of our own. What we'd like to ask is if you would want us to adopt you, even though you'll be going off to school in a couple of weeks."

"Yes, of course I'd want to come live with you. I won't have to fight to get food, I'll have a room to my self—it will be so great! When can I move in?"

"Soon," Daniel said. "The matron of the orphanage says that some pretty unusual things have been happening around you. Do you know what that means? We'll discuss this later, but you might be accepted into my old boarding school. When I was at school, I was one of the people who always had my nose in a book. But I'm rambling on, here. Do you have any questions?"

"What exactly do you do for a living?" asked David.

"I'm a type of bobby. I catch criminals for a living. It's amazing the sorts that I pick up!"

So that is how Harry James Potter became David James Harry Evans Williamson. Yes, strange things did happen around David; this time however, it wasn't due to people chasing him, or bullying him. It was simply to right wrongs. No, not only to right wrongs, but David seemed to have levels of persuasion almost equal to Dumbledore or the Dark Lord. Soon after Daniel's confession of being magical, the Ministry started to notice the level of accidental magic around David. Soon, it was Halloween, a day when David got a peculiar piece of mail. It was an invitation to next year's class at Hogwarts.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ARMANDO DIPPET (Order of Merlin, Third Class)

Dear Mr Evans-Williamson,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry starting 1 September 1946. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

We are sorry to inform you that, due to when you were born, the cut-off date for this years' class has already passed. Please send an owl with your answer no later than 31 July 1946.

Yours Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin, First Class

Harry now knew what Hermione must have gone through. McGonagall had gone to Hermione's house on her eleventh birthday, just like Hagrid had done for Harry. Hermione, of course, was Muggle-born, so McGonagall had to explain everything to the Grangers. The Dursleys had known about magic, so Hagrid only had to explain to Harry. No one would need to come to the Williamson's house, since they were magical.

They say that time flies when a person is having fun, but for Harry, time was going extra slowly. It was only the offer of some new books from the book-store and perhaps the new Nimbus 5 (the fastest model yet at 50 mph), which Daniel would teach Harry to fly.

Harry soon realised that he would have to wait for his magic to catch up with his knowledge level. Yes, he had all the knowledge of the spells, but his body didn't have the power to cast some of the more powerful spells.

The year came and went, just as it had in the original time-line, as David's presence wasn't affecting much of anything. At Christmas, David received many gifts from his new family, and from a couple of friends of the family. David decided that this time around, since he had the time, he would attempt to do something with music, for it was, in the words of Albus Dumbledore, 'A magic beyond what is taught at Hogwarts'. David convinced the Williamsons to get him a Muggle instrument called a viola, and they got him lessons (from a squib, just to be safe). Soon, David was quite good at the instrument. Before David knew it, it was August.

A/N: David's school years will be in the next Chapter, along with his post-school activities.

45000th word: 'so' as in 'so great'

45,579 words= 2170.43 wpc

David is pronounced Dah-veed (just like Ziva's last name on NCIS)