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C2's 25 Harry Potter: Alternate Universes, welcome
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Anatamous; SO, Murphy's law...that's what its called. I always wondered
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Now then, to the story, when we visit the past of a character who journey of discovery was replaced with Neville's. It also will point at a dark possibility of the true antagonists and the future, as we continue to approach a dangerous year
Year 3
Oh, I was just wondering, does anyone here watch Young Justice? If you do, poll
And a new HP challenge is up, in case you wish to check it out
Oh, I forget to bring this up earlier, Dobby had attempted to mess with Harry during the game, however the girls mitigated it to a point that it was not a problem and would require no reason to bring it up
The next day, Library
"So, we have our own marauders map!" Harry and the others conferred in the Library with excitement under Muffilato.
"Yes Harry" Hermione nodded "We managed to copy it last night...and improve it"
Harry had a curious look, how did they improve that map...the ultimate tool for Hogwarts exploration, sneaking, escaping...ect
Flashback
"We've come to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go," said Fred, with a mysterious wink. "Come in here…"
He nodded toward an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue. Harry followed Fred and George inside. George closed the door quietly and then turned, beaming, to look at Harry.
"Early Christmas present for you, Harry," he said.
Fred pulled something from inside his cloak with a flourish and laid it on one of the desks. It was a large, square, very worn piece of parchment with nothing written on it.
Harry, suspecting one of Fred and George's jokes, stared at it.
"What's that supposed to be?"
"This, Harry, is the secret of our success," said George, patting the parchment fondly.
"It's a wrench, giving it to you," said Fred, "but we decided last night, your need's greater than ours."
"Anyway, we know it by heart," said George.
"We bequeath it to you. We don't really need it anymore."
"And what do I need with a bit of old parchment?" said Harry.
"A bit of old parchment!" said Fred, closing his eyes with a grimace as though Harry had mortally offended him.
"Explain, George."
"Well… when we were in our first year, Harry — young, carefree, and innocent —"
Harry snorted. He doubted whether Fred and George had ever been innocent.
" — well, more innocent than we are now — we got into a spot of bother with Filch."
"We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason —"
"So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual —"
"— detention —"
"— disembowelment —"
"— and we couldn't help noticing a drawer in one of his filing cabinets marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous."
"Don't tell me —" said Harry, starting to grin.
"Well, what would you've done?" said Fred.
"George caused a diversion by dropping another Dungbomb, I whipped the drawer open, and grabbed — this."
"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," said George. "We don't reckon Filch ever found out how to work it. He probably suspected what it was, though, or he wouldn't have confiscated it."
"And you know how to work it?"
"Oh yes," said Fred, smirking. "This little beauty's taught us more than all the teachers in this school."
"You're winding me up," said Harry, looking at the ragged old bit of parchment.
"Oh, are we?" said George.
He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider's web from the point that George's wand had touched. They joined each other, they crisscrossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed:
Messrs. Moony,
Wormtail,
Padfoot,
and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present
THE MARAUDER'S MAP
It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds.
But the truly remarkable thing were the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labelled with a name in minuscule writing...
End Flashback
And so she unfurled the map, showing off the comings and going of all in Hogwarts, and the secret passages...
"There are more of them" Harry noted with a frown.
Ginny nodded in agreement "According to Fred and George, there were originally 7 passages, of which Filtch knew of four, one was caved in, and one was the Whomping Willow passage. But, here, there are 14 secret passages" out of Hogwarts"
"And, I made sure to use a spell to put Fred and George's memories into this thing" Daphne noted "So, it has some notes on it to show that the same four that Filtch knew about in the old timeline he knows now"
"Wait, memories like a Pensieve?"
"No...more like how Sirius, your father, Remus and Pettigrew put their voices in this thing" she noted as messages began to form
'Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs wish to point out that it is wrong to copy someone elses work'
"Hey, I'm a heir to at least one Maruader, in both timelines!" Harry yelled at it
'Jr. Messers Twin 1 and Twin 2 wish to convey their happiness for being in the same piece of paper as our heroes'
"Okay, that's creepy" Susan said, a bit disturbed
Padma took the thing back "However, leaving the castle is currently not on the agenda. This thing is going to be set up to detect any movement by a 'Slytherin's Basilisk' or similar creature, and hopefully figure out where its coming from.
The last day before the Holiday break (A/N, this year is going to be harder to space out with them no longer needing to make Polyjuice)
Harry and the girls in his year were going to their next class, with just a few more until that lovely Christmas Break, as a voice drawled out behind them
"Think your so tough, Potter!" Harry looked behind him to see Ronfoy and the two stupid bodyguards of his.
"Just because your little Pureblood hating flying bitches treat you like their pet you feel so high and mighty? Too scared to face us in a fair fight so you had to take our team down a few pegs first!"
"Prewett, that is absolute garbage. No one on the Gryffindor Quidditch team cheats...your does" see so many games, particularly the third year final
"I'm not absolute garbage, your mother, and that ring-bookworm, are mud blooded trash!..."
Harry nearly drew his wand, but a voice stopped him
"Mr. Prewett!" Professor Kroot was behind Ronfoy with a rather intense look in his eyes "Detention for a month, and 100 points from Slytherin!"
"WHAT!"
"I will not tolerate such racism. It doesn't matter if its skin or blood, it sickens me immensely. People who discriminate against others in such a fashion should be given the Dementors kiss if you ask my opinion" Harry, Luna and Susan shivered "Be glad, you gangly inbred freak, that I do not have the authority to keep you back during your holiday." Kroot stomped past the gaping red head, before he noted Harry
"Oh, if you have a chance, could you send Mr. Thomas to my office. I have something to discuss with him"
Kroot's office
"You wanted to see me, sir?" The tall African skin toned wizard asked the professor as he was brought down here instead of packing
"Yes, Dean, I did"
Dean blinked in surprise about being spoken to in such a familiar tone
"You know, you remind me of him so much" Kroot noted
"Who?" Dean said...really confused, and a bit creeped out
"My best friend...Hardwin Hawkins. You know Dean, wizards often take a tour of the world after graduation, and that's when I met him, in Amsterdam..."
"Um...no offense, Professor Kroot, but why are you telling me this?"
Kroot gave him a long gaze "Because I knew your father"
The room suddenly got deathly quiet.
"My...My father?"
"Yes...or as much as I guess you can call him that, seeing as he died before you were born. Thomas...your mother remarried I'm taking"
"She did...and my step dad raised me as his own son..."
"And for that reason, I'm not going to disgrace his name, for fewer and fewer people in this world are capable of such kindness. My stepmother wasn't, a disgusting alcoholic that bitch was...but that's hardly the point" he reached under his desk to pull out a metal object
A object that had no connection to the chamber of secrets, but instead a time capsule
"Your father, while I do not the full story of his death, told me that he had fathered a child, and to one day find this for you. That's why I came to Hogwarts, to fulfill his final wish...that and I find that this place might offer a good market for me to write a book or two of my own...nothing like Lockhart's little narratives...but you probably don't care about that. So, take this capsule's contents, for both you and your mother, as your father's first, and sadly last, Christmas gift...wrapped in hard metal and under several blocks of stone than wrapped in paper under a coniferous tree. .
Shocked with emotion, Dean opened the capsule, to find two sealed letters, and a book that looked like it imploded.
The book was a diary, which Kroot examined with a nervous look. He had no idea why, but that book made him uneasy.
"Odd, this books a relic of the World War 2 era...and muggle made. Why did he have it..." and why does it make me uneasy "He told me of only letters, so I don't think this was meant for you, though what it is I have no idea, I'll be giving this thing to Dumbledore...but the letters, you can take home"
The Thomas family would have perhaps the most tearful of Christmas's after this
Dumbledore's Office
The aged professor examined the book with a guarded expression as the History Professor brought it to his attention and explained how he had found it and his feel of it
"Thank you...Professor Kroot. I shall delve into this book's secrets during the break" Kroot nodded and left the silver bearded master wizard, as Dumbledore lifted it into the light
"The Diary of Tom Riddle...a horcrux whose soul was removed...but yet not destroyed. It was...absorbed by someone, someone who must want the power to control the beast for his or her own purpose"
Fawkes cried in agreement
"Hardwin must have managed to retrieve this book shortly before dying, and must have hoped that I'd be able to detect it or have it fall into my hands after his son would get those letters. He was killed for stealing this Horcrux, not for declining to join the Death Eaters as it was in the original timeline, though he was no death eater here either"
Fawkes keyed in a musical note
"This is a dark omen, Fawkes. If the Horcrux was here, and it was absorbed, then the person releasing the beast on the school could only be...a member of the faculty, and only myself and Mr. Filtch are beyond, he only because of his Squib status"
The teachers were the only ones who could have gotten this during the summer, for there was no reason to have delayed their actions to this exact year if they had gotten it during the other years. They all had the ability to go around the castle to prepare for their lessons.
After all, in this timeline, perhaps it wasn't Pettigrew who was the true secret keeper, but perhaps McGonagall, Flitwick, even Hagrid.
While Pettigrew did blow the whistle, could he have possibly been controlled
The sheer danger of the time travel was that in times like this, they had no ability to tell who was truly the same. In such, who could be trusted
"I can trust you, right Fawkes?"
The bird was silent
"Great, you got a sense of humor" perhaps he would need that, as his wives were out preparing fruit cake and the possibility of one of his faculty being evil...that really did happen too much.
Omake
*Joke Omake, not canon*
The Angry Warrior with more angst than Harry in Book 5
A harsh knocking assaulted the door to Dumbledore's office, as he rose his gaze up, his eye twinkle up
"Oh, who could that be..." the door was smashed open, as a figure seemed to do some sort of flash step into his office, to hold him by the scruff
"I want answers!" the figure demanded
He was in black robes that were even more old fashioned than the Ministries, with orange hair as vibrant as a Weasley's red hair, and a really big black sword was on him, and close to his neck
"Oh, Ichigo Kurosaki...its not the Fanfiction union meeting yet..."
"Be quite you old Yamamoto replica...old man Yamamoto and you should really trim your beards..."
"Actually, I came before him" Dumbledore pointed out "I was first read about in 1997, while my fellow member of the freakishly powerful old men fanfiction character union was first read about in 2003 with a few of my other friends; Roshi, Hiruzen..."
"He's a thousand years old! What are you, 100?"
"And he aged so well...he must have eaten a lot of lemon drops"
"BE SERIOUS!" the youth yelled at him
"Would you mind telling me exactly why your attacking me, Shinigami-Human...person, thing"
"I AM NOT A THING! And I'M ANNOYED BECAUSE YOU TOOK MY RIGHTFUL SPOT! WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GET A BLEACH HAREM STORY...BUT NO WE GOT TWO HARRY POTTER HAREMS..."
"Blame the Fullbring thing, the guy in charge of this doesn't like them that much. It put him off the Bleach mood"
Ichigo looked up into the sky with a twitch in his eyes "DAMN YOU TITE KUBO!"
"You have anger issues, lemon drop?"
"NO!"
"Well then, if your going to be here for a while, who do you think is going to win; Naruhina or Narusaku?"
Ichigo waved the old man "Do you think I care about that? Just because Naruto and I are members of the Overpowered Anime Main Character Union doesn't mean I keep track of his love life..."
"Okay then, are you going to be with Orohime or Rukia"
Ichigo blushed "I...am not in a position to tell you that"
"Also, if you see Aizen, do you think he could do a central 46 on the Ministry...which was perhaps one of the greatest deeds a villain has ever done for the forces of good, don't you agree"
"Okay...that's true, very so much. Vader's a close second though"
"True...but I do believe you need to go back to your own universe soon...before there is a rip in space and time..."
Suddenly, the entire planet shook
"Oh...too late"
While Ichigo quickly returned to his own world, the space time rip still managed to suck the ministry, while all the good people were out, into oblivion
Parties were widespread after that got out