Thoughts

.:Parseltongue:.

Chapter One

The glowing green light of the killing curse sped toward him.

Even though Harry was scared, he felt reassured since this was his duty to defeat the dark lord. He was the last Horcrux and he had to give himself up. He wouldn't be able to live anyways with the thought of everyone dying for him.

Colin, he was just a boy, and he wasn't even supposed to stay and fight.

Fred, what is George going to do? There is no Gred and Forge without the twins, both.

The Lupins, oh Teddy, he became an orphan just like me.

Snape, the greasy git was actually good in the end.

Their deaths weighed down on his chest physically as he walked toward Voldemort.

He would do anything to get them back.

The resurrection stone seemed to glow at this thought and the invisibility cloak fluttered.

These last thoughts swirled around his head and…

Pain.

That was all he could describe about the feeling of every single cell in his body frying up. Time seemed to stop and Harry opened his eyes.

He was lying in the Forbidden forest, but it was completely different. There were no death eaters, no taint of dark magic, or even the deranged cackling of Bellatrix Lestrange.

The forest was completely silent aside from the birds chirping away in the slowing rising sun.

"Am I dead?" Harry said out loud. The last moment he remembered was the killing curse, but why does it seem so real? He could feel the grass and leaves beneath him and the growing soreness in his body.

"Not again." he groaned, frustrated. "Who can survive the killing curse three times? Why am I fate's bitch?" Wincing as he slowly stood up, he walked the familiar path in the forest, reminding him of the memories from his Hogwarts years. Limping, he made it to the clearing and saw Hogwarts standing tall and in its natural beauty.

Then he blacked out from exhaustion.

Harry felt the starchy white sheets that reminded him of Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing. He felt a bit more refreshed, but he was still confused about what happened in the forest earlier.

"Hopefully he'll wake up soon, it's been hours." a male voice said.

He blinked his eyes open and saw the familiar sight of the hospital wing, but he was looking at his carbon copy. Panicking, he went to reach for his wand, but realized it wasn't there.

"Poppy, he's awake!" another guy yelled. Harry winced at how loud it was.

Wait, Sirius? How does he look so young and alive?

"Where are I?" Harry croaked out right when Madam Pomfrey said, "Sirius Black, what have I told you about my name. You are to call me Madam Promfrey like every other student." she reprimanded, but you could see the fondness in her smile when he lips quirked up when he paled.

"Oh, you are finally awake."

Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't register that Madam Pormfrey was speaking. He was still marveling over the fact that his dad, Sirius, and Remus were still alive, smiling and joking with no care in the world. The traitor, Peter Pettigrew, was there, but at the moment he was too stunned to care.

"Sir, can you hear me?" she pressed.

"Ma'am, can you tell me what year it is?" Harry asked. quickly paling. He was pretty sure he had just landed himself in the past. More specifically his parent's 7th year. Lady luck must be singing.

"It's 1777. You seemed kind of beat up when these gentlemen found you at the edge of the woods. Can you tell me who you are and how you got here?"

Harry knew that messing with time was very dangerous and he didn't trust Dumbledore because he practically fucked up his life from the beginning.

Dumbledore's chess game was something Harry would never forgive. He was the one to put him in the hellhole known as the Dursleys and disciplined his little martyr, to sacrifice himself for the "Greater Good '' all because he wanted to be the defeater of two dark lords. He blocked his magic because Harry had unprecedented amounts of accidental magic as a baby, and he purposely brought Hagrid to take him around Diagon alley for the first time so he would not learn of his inheritance. Harry had nothing against Hagrid, but he realized he was also brainwashed by Dumbles through his "I saved you, so you now owe me" trap and he couldn't make himself tell him that because it would ruin him. Every single one of Harry's "adventures" during his six years at Hogwarts was a test for Dumbledore to see how long he would last and train Harry to care more for others than himself. His perfectly crafted plans fell apart after he died because his spells and potions stopped coming at him, and his natural occlumency walls were restrengthened after Snape was ordered by Dumbldore to practically obliterate them.

He followed his inner Slytherin and didn't dare to say anything because he already had everyone seeing him as Dumbledore's golden boy. Little did they know, Harry had been secretly studying everything that he found in the library and ventured into the Chamber of Secrets, places that Tom Riddle hadn't even been allowed to see. Harry quickly mastered Parselmagic and everything else Salazar's library could offer. Salazar Slytherin's portrait was quite helpfully and very disgusted by his heir. He even offered to make Harry his heir, which he took up immediately. With Slytherin's personal time turner, Harry became well rounded in every aspect of magic; charms, potions, DADA, and even outranking his father's talent at transfiguration. He learned ancient magic of the founders, long since forgotten. He could have outclassed everyone at Hogwarts only if he didn't have his natural tendency to hide everything from the world. The painful lessons of not doing better than Dudley stuck with him even when he realized they didn't care how he did at Hogwarts. His friendships with Ron and Hermione were what helped Harry stay sane.

Hermione, the closest thing he had to a sister, helped him catch up on everything he had missed because he was raised as a muggle. There were introduction classes that Harry had missed because Dumbledore wanted to keep him in the dark. Her anger when she found out how heavily Harry was drugged made him never want to piss her off. Ron was his rock. He even went against his family because they all believed Dumbledore to be a god-like figure. His unwavering faith in him made up for his bouts of jealousy.

"I'm Harry P- Jameson. My home was attacked by Death Eaters and I only just got away. Everyone else is d-dead." he said, choking slightly, thinking of everyone who had died at the Battle of Hogwarts, as he came up with a cover on the spot.

"Ah, my boy, you're awake." an elderly voice called out.

Realizing that he had not noticed Dumbledore standing there, Harry had to fight the urge not to sock him right then and there.

"Let me talk to him privately for a moment. Then you can care for your patient Poppy. Now gentlemen, I believe you have the welcoming feast to attend." Albus Dumbledore said and the Marauders left, their minds set on food.

"My boy, how would you like to attend Hogwarts, you seem like you could fit in with the seventh years." he said as Harry clenched his jaw and grabbed his sheets, knuckles turning white, out of anger.

He was here for a couple of hours and Dumbledore already wanted to keep him on a tight leash. If he was going to play this game, Harry would throw the board right back at him.

"Oh sir, you don't have too, are you sure I can? Harry said in a fake thankful and submissive tone. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in triumph and tried to read his mind as Harry expected, but he let him in and produced fake feelings of appreciation for the old coot while he was fuming on the inside.

"Well, you are lucky today is the welcoming feast at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry so we can get you sorted with the first years and I will allow the house elves to provide you with necessary items.

Allow my ass, Harry though as he remembered Salazar's chamber had closets full of clothes of any style needed, similar to the Room of Requirement, and more books than double the Hogwart's library. He had no need for any of Dumbledore's "help".

"Thank you sir. " Harry replied charmingly as Dumbledore couldn't hide his feelings of success of ensnaring another young soul in his debt.

They slowly walked toward the Great Hall and Harry did not hide his awe at the beauty of Hogwarts. On the outside, it seemed like he was admiring the castle's magic and moving paintings, but he was really taking in the fact that there were no dead bodies or splashes of blood from unknown bodies. There were no screams in the air or the weight of death in the pristine halls. The setting sun in the distance made Hogwarts seem even more magical.

"Winger, Micheal" the familiar voice of Professor McGonagal called out as the last of the first years was called out.

"Minerva dear, we have a transfer student who will be joining the seventh years and needs to be sorted. This is Harry Jameson."

Ignoring the chattering around him because he was so used to it, perks being the "Boy-Who-Lived", he confidently strided up to the sorting hat.

"Isn't this a… surprise, Mr. Jameson, or should I say Potter? " If the sorting hat could smirk, it would have a shit eating grin on its face.

"Do you have a name, sorting hat?" Harry asked politely. He wondered if anyone had every asked. He knew that it wouldn't betray his secrets because it was charmed by the four founders, originally being Godric Gryffindor's hat.

"I do. The founders called me Alistar. You are the first to ask." Harry's eyes widened for a fraction of a second from this fact.

"Well, if you would let down your mind shields, this will be much less painful. And I promise not to let anything I learn here reach the Headmaster's ears." Harry let down his occlumency walls, but he decided he would have an easy year being an unknown so Gryffindor and Slytherin were out, Ravenclaw would be okay, but he didn't want to be grouped into the mindless people who only studied, so that left the badgers nest. He purposely hid his other personalities so the hat wouldn't be able to see them.

"You are truly loyal and you believe in what is right. You will do well in... HUFFLEPUFF!

Harry hid his smirk, but before he took the hat off, he heard it say, "Mr. Potter, you cannot trick me that easily, but I'll let you off this time. You are given this chance in the past, do not waste it.

There was a light applause as McGonagal took the hat off. Harry bowed slightly and whispered, "Thank you, Alistar."

Little did he know how interesting his year would be.

Walking toward the Hufflepuff table, Harry could clearly see how advantageous his position was. The snakes and lions had already forgotten him because they believed Hufflepuffs were losers. He could barely stand the carefree nature of all the students since he knew how terrible the future would be.

"Welcome to Hufflepuff, I'm Amos Diggory and I'm a 7th year student like you." a student held out his hand as a greeting when he sat down.

Harry stuttered out a greeting, memories of Cedric's death flooding him with the familiar looking face. How would he be able to stand a whole year with people he could walk up to and say "I watched your children die". He picked at his dinner and followed his house toward the common room. He barely listened to the prefects talk and the second they were allowed to leave, he was asleep before his head hit the pillows.

His sleep was far from restful.

Sirius was slowly sucked into the veil and Harry could see the pained look on his face. The whispers around him grew louder and louder, and Sirius's voice rang out. "I can't believe you are my godson. You let me die and the entire war is your fault. You're the reason James and Lily are dead. The dream shifted. "How could you let us die," Remus yelled out in anger, his wife standing beside him with a disappointed look. "Thanks to you, Teddy is an orphan and he doesn't have his godfather to raise him. You can't even fulfil your duties. Shame on you." The dream faded away and another took its place. "Potter," the voice of his potions professor spat, "You are a waste of space. You couldn't even kill the Dark Lord. You wasted your mother's sacrifice, she died for nothing. Your mother died for you and this is how you repay her?" His father's face came through, "I can't even call you my son." Harry was breaking down, pleading with them that he tried his hardest, but deep down he knew that they were right and he let other people die. Voldemort's evil laughter struck his dreams and he couldn't help but shiver at his cold voice. "Harry Potter, you failed. You think you are strong? I will relish the sounds of your screams." He cast the cruciatus curse and the pain burned through his body. His screams were ripped out of his lungs as the agony of the cruciatus tore through his body.

"WAKE UP, WAKE UP!" a shaky voice shouted over his dream. Harry's eyes snapped open and shivered at the cold sweat across his skin. He realized he forgot to put the silencing charm over his bed because of how worn out he was yesterday.

"Thanks," Harry said, his voice course from screaming.

"You looked like you were under the cruciatus, do you need us to get Madam Pomfrey?" a voice called out from behind him.

Damn I woke the entire house. "No, don't worry about it."

"Alright, but if you need anything, I'm Mark Abbot and that's Evan Bones. He told everyone to go back to sleep cause you probably don't want people crawling all over you."

"Thank you both." The two shuffled out and the room was blanketed in silence.

Even after the two boys went back to sleep, Harry stayed awake, thinking about what the sorting hat said. Did he mean that I can change things? When he, Ron, and Hermione were on the run finding Horcruxes, they found out the Dark Lord succeeded in killing 70% of the magical population in Britain from Fred and George's Potterwatch. Fifty some children and teachers died at the battle of Hogwarts.

"Don't waste this chance…"

oooh lets see where this goes

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