I decided to do you guys a little favour and put this up a today instead of tommorow to make up for my recent lateness.

The Time Warp Saga

Harry and Draco get stuck in a paradox. Now they have to re-live their Hogwarts years. Over and over. And over. And---

Warp One

Harry Potter wakes up one morning in the body of his ten-year-old self. This time around, he declares, no way anyone's going to die! -And it's gonna be totally awesome- (That's a lot harder than you think, Potter. People shouldn't meddle with time.)

Thanks to swanpride for being my plot beta!

Book 4, Chapter 17: The Four Champions; Chapter 18: The Weighing of the Wands

Warp 1, Year 4 (part 5), Chapter 20: Secrets

Sirius began to laugh so hard that he dropped the book he was holding and it hit his toe. He laughed so hard that he fell over. The room produced a cushion for him to land on and once he'd softly landed on it, he began to roll around, clutching his sides. "That's a good one, Harry!"

The time traveller in question didn't know what to do to prove it. What could he say? "The first task is going to be dragons," he told Sirius. "The second is fetching a hostage from under the Black Lake, and the third is a maze."

Sirius sat back up and shrugged. "C'mon Harry, it's not like I know what the tasks are. If you're serious, think of something else," he told him, still with a grin on his face that told Harry that his Godfather still didn't think he was serious.

"The Order…" he tried. "Some of the original members were Mad-Eye, you, mom, dad… Moony, Pettigrew the Spy for Voldemort… the Prewetts, the Longbottoms… founded by Dumbledore… I'm pretty sure Aberforth was a member… was Dung? I think so…."

Sirius scoffed. "Somebody could have told you that."

"Snape too, near the end… as a spy for Dumbledore… because my mum's life was threatened—"

"Okay, how do you know that?" the man gave him a serious look. "Dumbledore never told anybody why Snivillus defected from the Death Eaters."

Harry shrugged. "I'm from the future. Snape needed to prove his loyalty to tell me the key to defeat Voldemort… I definitely wouldn't believe him after he killed Dumbledore—"

"What!" Sirius jumped up. "What did Snape do?"

"Kill Dumbledore."

The man laughed again. "And you expect me to believe that he's loyal to the Order, but will kill Dumbledore… and still be loyal to the Order? Harry, if you're going to make things up, do make it more believable."

"Do you think everything working out so well was just luck then?"

He shrugged. "I was told that everything seems to go just right around you…" he trailed off.

Harry sighed in exasperation. "That's exactly why, Sirius! I knew you were that dog right from the start, and I knew you were innocent! I knew that Ron's rat was Pettigrew and I knew you would kill him when given the chance! I knew that Quirrell would try to steal the Stone and I knew Ginny would open the Chamber of Secrets. I knew about the Tournament, and I knew I would be chosen for it under a fourth school. I know that Moody is really Junior under polyjuice potion—"

"What?"

"Barty Crouch Junior… you know, the Death Eater… ring any bells?"

Sirius shook his head.

"You saw him being brought into Azkaban by the Dementors!"

He pressed his lips together in thought. "Yeah, I guess I did… how did you know?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You told me… or… you will tell me? I guess not, because I don't plan on falling into Dumbledore's pensive…"

"Nice act," Sirius laughed once more. "But this is getting too far. Things are only funny for so long—"

"I'm not joking!" Harry yelled. "This is stupid… Room… give me… give me the Room of Hidden things. I need to break something!" The Room didn't change, but it produced a punching bag. Harry growled. "Why don't you just change into the DA meeting room then? That'd be a lot better!" he yelled sarcastically. "There are lots of things to break in that one!"

Although Harry didn't really expect it to change, it did. "Thanks." He wasn't serious.

"DA?" Sirius questioned.

"Dumbledore's Army… look, it even has the photos we put on the wall… didn't know it could do that…" It did have the random photos that Harry and his friends had taped to the walls. Pictures showing Hermione and Ron with Prefect badges, at fifteen. Even the list of members.

Sirius was looking at them. "Can it make things like this up?"

"Not that I know of. I know when I asked for this room they were always there after we put them up… it makes itself into what we ask for… so I guess it gave me the room as I knew it. For a minute I thought it would give me Neville's DA room… the one they hid in most of seventh year..."

"Dumbledore is going to train an army?" the man questioned in confusion.

Harry shook his head. "No. That was the Ministry's worst fear, so that's what the defence club that I made was called."

"Why would you need that?"

"Umbridge," he spat the name out.

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows. "Who?"

"The Minister's Undersecretary. She was our DADA Professor next year… worst one that we'd ever have, including Snape in sixth year… she was worse than Snape, Quirrell and Lockhart combined…"

Sirius whistled. "Worse than Snivilly? That's a feat."

"At least some people learned something useful from Snape's lessons… and not matter the rumours, he doesn't harm students. No blood quills…"

"Blood quills? At least the cuts fade away…"

"Not when you're to write the same line biweekly until it scars," Harry said bluntly. "I didn't think about them often but…" He had been so accustomed to them being there that sometimes now when he glanced at his hand and didn't see them he'd double-take.

"You can't be serious," Sirius insisted.

"That's denial, Padfoot. It's not just a river in Egypt," Harry shrugged. "I must not tell lies, after all."

Sirius took a seat on the pile of pillows Harry remembered using for stunning practice. "Let's just say I've decided to humour you, then. Why were you entered in the Tournament?"

"Nothing big… just a plot to revive Voldemort…" he admitted.

It didn't seem to register to Sirius for a moment, as he said, "Right, no big…" but then he jumped up. "What?"

"I said that Junior is planning on bringing back Voldemort. I don't know about accomplices, because Pettigrew is in jail this time…"

"How?"

"You know bone of father, flesh of servant, blood of enemy and all that jazz?" Harry spoke as if it was as trivial as the weather.

Sirius was gaping. "How did you..?" he stuttered. "That… dark magic!"

The teen rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know… dark magic. I mean, it's not hard to figure out when I'm tied to a gravestone and Voldemort is rising out of a cauldron."

"I need to sit down," he replied weakly. He did. "This is real then?"

"Of course it's real!"

Sirius took a deep breath in and out. "Wow," he admitted. "Wow…" he repeated, trailing off. "Just… wow."

Harry sighed. "Yeah. I know."

Sunday morning came as quickly as the night before had ended. Harry woke up tired and he rolled off his bed to wake himself up. "Hey Ron, what time is it?" Ron didn't answer. Of course he wouldn't. He was probably already at breakfast. Sighing, he asked, "Neville, are you there?" Neville didn't answer either. He was probably trying to reason with Ron or something. Both of them couldn't abandon him, after all? Not now.

He dressed, climbed down the stairs and into the common room. Luna and Hermione were walking through the portrait hole. The Ravenclaw was carrying toast in a napkin and she gave him a smile when she saw him. "We brought you breakfast," she announced. "Didn't think that you would want to go into the Great Hall."

Harry thanked her. "Want to go for a walk?" The girls shrugged.

"Where's Neville and Ron?" he inquired as they climbed back out of the tower.

Hermione looked to her shoes. "Ron doesn't want to talk to you. Neville's trying to explain to him that you couldn't have done it yourself… after all, you were with us all day—"

"— and night!" Luna added.

"— but he still doesn't want to be best friends with a famous person who attracts attention anymore."

They had entered the Entrance Hall and headed for the front doors when Harry fist saw Malfoy that day. Malfoy was giving him a giant, satisfied smirk as the Slytherins swarmed around him. Harry rolled his eyes right at him, exaggerating the gesture. Malfoy shrugged his shoulders with the same stressing of the motion.

"Can you believe him," Hermione complained. "He's been drinking up the attention all morning!"

"Yeah, he's like that?"

"But how'd he manage it!" the young witch said with exasperation. "It was impossible to get over that line! Not even an aging potion worked, so it probably worked with the mind's age, not the body's—" Harry couldn't help but tune out Hermione's ranting. He knew that Malfoy probably just walked over in the dead of night when nobody could see the age line wouldn't affect him.

"Ron's just jealous," he exclaimed, diverting the conversation's direction out of the danger zone.

"Yes, but—"

"I don't know how to stop that… maybe wait for the first task when the dragon tries to kill me?" he bit his tongue. Nobody was supposed to know about the dragons at all.

Hermione let out a strangled gasp. "Dragons? That's the first task?" she shrieked quietly. "They told you?"

Harry scratched the back of his head. "Well, no… but I badgered it out of Sirius…" He was so glad he could use Sirius as a cover now. Hopefully the man will know to go along with whatever lies Harry weaves that lead back to him for confirmation.

"Why does Sirius know?"

"I dunno. He just does. Don't question the omniscience of Sirius Black!" he gave large gestures of greatness and Luna giggled. That was the effect he wanted.

The other girl rolled her eyes. "Yeah… right. Anyways…"

The next few days were great compared to what they were last time.

This time, the Hufflepuffs were remarkably supportive of Harry this time. It was probably because he wasn't taking the spotlight from Cedric, but he'd think that they'd still be angry about Cedric's name not being chosen. He decided that it was similar to the first time, only reversed. Last time, the Slytherins had supported a Hufflepuff in swarms because Harry was the other Champion. This time, the Hufflepuffs would support Harry in swarms because the other Champion was a Slytherin.

Malfoy was avoiding Harry at all costs, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. His rival also had a month of detention with Snape for entering the Tournament against the rules.

Ron was giving him the cold shoulder, but not as much as last time because he knew Harry couldn't have put his name in the goblet.

Sirius was writing Harry more often, obviously feeling closer to him.

Krum tried to approach Harry a couple times, so the time traveller knew Krum wanted to at least say something to him, but giggling fans always kept him as far away from the castle as possible.

Many Support Draco Malfoy, Potter Stinks badges were circling about, but that caused the Gryffindors to make badges supporting Harry, which were much more common to see. Just to screw with people, Harry had taken to wearing a Potter Stinks badge on his robes where everybody could see it.

"Not very witty," Harry commented on the badge to a Slytherin handing them out one day. "I would wear two if they didn't say something so… tactless." The third year in question just gave him a glare.

When McGonagall first saw the badge, she just gaped. "Potter," she said after a moment, "What?" He just gave her a smile and walked off.

The only downer was that he still had no sign of the missing locket. He'd told Sirius in a letter about it and asked him to keep an eye out also, but there was no luck on any front.

Naturally, Harry wasn't surprised when a knock on the dungeon's door pulled him out of his wandering thoughts during potion's class.

"Yes," Snape sneered at the young Gryffindor at the door.

Colin balked under his gaze. "Please sir," he said, "I'm supposed to take Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy upstairs…"

"The two of them have another hour of Potions to complete," said Snape coldly. "They will go upstairs when this class is finished."

"Sir - sir, Mr. Bagman wants them," Colin replied, obviously intimidated by Snape's words. "All the champions have got to go; I think they want to take photographs…"

Harry began to place his things in his bag when Snape said, "Potter, leave your things here, I want you back down here later to test your antidote." Malfoy snickered.

"Please, sir - he's got to take his things with him," Colin squeaked out. You'd think after two years he was used to the Potion's Master. "All the champions…"

"Very well!" said Snape. "Potter— take your bag and get out of my sight!"

Harry smiled. "Thank you, sir," he wasn't being sarcastic, but the glare on Snape's face informed him that he took it that way. Malfoy dumped his books into his bag and nodded to Snape. The two left the room together.

"It's amazing, isn't it, Harry?" Colin said the moment Harry had closed the dungeon door behind the two Hogwarts Champions. "You being champion?"

He shrugged. "Not really, Colin. Notice my anti-Potter badge." He pointed to it as it flashed back to saying Support Draco Malfoy. "If I had a choice in this, I wouldn't be here. Hey Malfoy, can I legally drop out of school right now?"

The other time-traveller shrugged. "It would only work if the rules state that you have to go to one of the schools to be a Champion…"

Harry groaned. "I bet is doesn't."

"Exactly my point, Potter."

They reached the room quickly, Colin wished the two "Good luck," and they pushed the door open.

Fleur was conversing with a man holding a camera. Krum was standing off in a corner by himself and when Harry and Malfoy entered he approached them. Before he could reach them Bagman spoke up. ""Ah, here they are! In you come, Harry, in you come, Mr. Malfoy…" the way he spoke, it was like Malfoy was an afterthought. "Nothing to worry about, it's just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment."

"Sounds wonderful," he said sarcastically. "Is this ceremony the final turning point? Because Sirius is still going through the rules for a loophole and it participating in this thing will get rid of my loophole—"

"We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they're your most important tools in the tasks ahead," Bagman cut him off as if he never opened his mouth at all.". "The expert's upstairs now with Dumbledore. And then there's going to be a little photoshoot. This is Rita Skeeter," he added, gesturing to the reporter in question. "She's doing a small piece on the tournament for the Daily Prophet…"

"Great," Harry complained. "I should've stayed in potions."

"I agree," Malfoy ran his fingers through his hair. "Want to go back as soon as they're done with our wands."

"I vote we take off as soon as they're in our hands. Every man for himself."

"I wonder if I could have a little word with Harry before we start?" she said to Bagman, gazing fixedly at Harry. "The youngest champion, you know… to add a bit of color?"

"No," Harry replied. "You can't interview me. And how do you know that Malfoy isn't the youngest? Hm? You must be a really good researcher, Miss Skeeter, to know I'm younger than him. I'd much like not to speak with you."

"No, no, no," Rita insisted. "It will only take a minute, you'll be back with your little friend before you know it."

Malfoy couldn't help but snicker. Harry gave him a glare, but took his arm and dragged the Slytherin with him across the room. "If I catch you spreading rumours to her," he growled his threat.

He shrugged. "C'mon, Potter. You expect me to pass on this opportunity?"

"Yes," the Gryffindor snapped back, "I do, actually."

There was a flash of light and the two looked away from each other's intense glare and towards the reporter and her cameraman. Neither realized how close their faces were until they were interrupted. She was clapping. "Touching, touching," she said quickly, and it was obvious that she didn't feel that way. "Harry Potter, the boy who makes friends outside his house… the readers will love it!"

The boy in question let out another growl, this one directed at her. "If you know what's good for you, I'll be kept out of your articles."

"Oh Harry, sweetie, sticks and stones may break my bones," she said with a hint of fake sweetness. "There's nothing you could do to me."

"I wouldn't be to sure about that," he replied.

She was about to say something but the door was once again opened. "Dumbledore!" cried Rita Skeeter. "How are you? I hope you saw my piece over the summer about the International Confederation of Wizards' Conference?"

"Enchantingly nasty." His eyes twinkled as he spoke. "I particularly enjoyed your description of me as an obsolete dingbat."

"Yes," Malfoy spoke up. "That article was gold, Rita." He sounded serious, but for some reason, Harry felt that he was being sarcastic.

"Anyways," Harry turned to Dumbledore. "I don't feel that I, a minor, should be doing this without my guardian present. Will you floo for Sirius, please?" The headmaster opened his mouth to reply, but immediately closed it and left the room.

Malfoy leaned in towards him and whispered, "You're really milking this for all it's worth."

"Why wouldn't I," Harry whispered back. The camera flashed again, but the Gryffindor decided to ignore it. He'd ask Sirius to deal with Skeeter later.

"This is nice," Ollivander brought attention to his presence for the first time since he'd entered with Dumbledore.

"Hello Ollivander," the two time-travellers greeted him at once.

Bagman looked to the door and back to the champions, as if making a quick decision, then said, "May I introduce Mr. Ollivander?" he said, obviously having decided to start without Dumbledore. He took his place at the judges' table. "He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament."

"We're not starting now, are we?" Malfoy questioned.

Bagman shook his head. "Of course not. We're waiting for Dumbledore… and apparently," he flashed a disappointed look to Harry, "Sirius Black."

Dumbledore and Sirius walked through the doors at that moment. Sirius went over to stand with Harry and his fellow time-traveller.

"Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?" the wand-maker said. Fleur swept over to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and smiled. "Hmm…" He looked over the wand before saying, "Yes, nine and a half inches… inflexible… rosewood… and containing… dear me…"

"An 'air from ze 'ead of a veela," said Fleur. "One of my grandmuzzer's."

Malfoy turned to Harry. "I didn't know she was part veela!" he hissed. Sirius looked down at the two, but didn't say anything. "I mean, everybody suspected it… why didn't you tell me?"

He rolled his eyes, "How do you know that I knew?" The Slytherin gave him a dry look, but didn't say anything, giving Sirius a glance out of the corner of his eye. Harry realized he hadn't told his fellow time-traveller about Sirius knowing… come to think of it, he forgot to tell Sirius about Malfoy. "It's alright, he knows," he said.

"Because she just said it!" Malfoy continued to hiss. "Not only that, she married— marries— Bill Weasley! You saw her all the time!"

Harry shrugged at Malfoy, but to Sirius he explained, "Malfoy is in the same situation as me." His godfather nodded and the other boy just continued to glare.