Rewriting The Past By: Eldar
PrologueAuthor's Note: This is just an odd story that popped into my head one day…Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own absolutly NOTHING of Harry Potter and all associated materials.
October 31st, 2006He stood there, motionless. The entire room seemed smaller because of it, yet the very paint of the wall seemed to be erupting into joyous celebration like the rest of the room's various occupants. Save two.
He just stood there, no expression on his face, no movement of the muscles, just standing there, harder then a corpse. Which he came too close to becoming. If one would look in his eyes one would see turmoil that existed just below the skin, invisible to all save those who knew him well.
Eventually he stirred, his eyes brightening up with an inner joy and yet sadness, relief tempered by fear, and love tempered by hatred. Once long ago one would've thought this man incapable of hatred, now it was his second greatest emotion, love being the greatest. He then made to move away.
"I must go." He said quietly. Only his voice revealed how troubled he was.
"Oh no you don't!" A woman cried as she ran up to his side. "Don't you even think of doing anything like that again!"
"Like what? Killing the Dark Lord? Or running away to lick my wounds, take stock of my surroundings, and fend off the press? Or," he grinned, "rewriting the past without you?"
"The last one." She said forcefully. I'm coming with you buster, and don't you forget it!"
"Aye aye ma'am!" He said, including a mock salute.
The two then walked, hand in hand, to the center of the latest battle, the Department of Mysteries. It was fitting he thought it started and ended here…
"Anderson! I need a Class A time-turner! Set it to years!" He yelled at the man who was scurrying in the fringes of the dark complex.
The man hurried to comply with his request. He ended up running over to the rack that held several golden hourglasses with gold chains melded into the hourglasses. He fetched a golden hourglass with a ruby insert and a faint, but detectable, aura of green around it.
"Thank you Anderson." The man said to him. The man then wrapped the chain around him and the woman accompanying him. Then, with a deadly silence, he proceeded to turn the hourglass, or time turner, twenty five times with the final one he let go of the time turner and hugged the woman tightly. They then disappeared from view.
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July 31st, 1981
"Farewell, Emily Potter." Albus said as he laid his friend's daughter on the doorstep of the Dursley home. With that he and Professor McGonagal turned and walked away, leaving the giant of a man to take in the scene before him.
Before the giant's eyes two people shimmered into view, both wearing normal Wizarding attire, yet exuding an air of being in the war. "All right Hermione?" He heard the man ask.
"Yeah, how 'bout you Harry?" the woman asked.
"Fine, now let's collect me and be gone." The man said and reached down to grab the basket containing the Girl-Who-Lived.
The giant reacted. "NO!" He cried lunging at the people bent on killing the downfall of their master, even if it meant killing a little girl. "Reducto!" he cried, pointing his umbrella forward.
A disjointed streak of red light seeped from the umbrella and slowly started heading towards the man and woman, who disappeared before the curse could hit them.
The Wizarding World wouldn't know about the departure of the Girl-Who-Lived's departure for another 10 years, when Emily Potter didn't respond to her Hogwarts letter. Mainly because the word of a Giant, even a Half Giant carried little to no weight.
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He paced, the Potters were dead. His fault, his fault, his fault. If he hadn't suggested that they switch the Secret Keeper to that damn rat then nothing of this would've happened. His friends would still be alive.
He turned to face his desk, taking out pen, ink, and paper and started composing a letter.
"Dear Moony,
By the time you read this Peter will be dead. I just want you to know that Wormtail was the Secret Keeper and leak, not me! If I don't get arrested when I kill Peter then I'll explain everything later. If I DO get arrested say the password on the next piece of paper, you know which.
I'm sorry that I can't tell you more in a letter, but such is life.
Wish me Luck,
Padfoot"
He read over his letter twice and placed it in an envelope with another sheet of paper and affixed a stamp to it. Sighing he placed it in the outbox of the mail system. In a day he would start the hunt of the rat. Then come clean on everything.
There were things that Auror Sirius Black couldn't do, but Sirius Black knew no limitations. It was time to turn in the badge.
oOoOoOo
They appeared in the home of the Black clan. Their forms fluctuating between solid and indistinct for several minutes, but the house of Black knew it's own.
By some odd spell cast by Merlin, or so legend goes, the Houses of all the Noble Families would transcend time, knowing when a future heir enters the house and allowing them full access.
Thankfully the spell was more then legend and it allowed the two access to the manor. They appeared solid and all in one piece. They then looked for a bedroom to sleep in.
They found the room that they used during the summers of the future and fell asleep in each other's arms, at peace for once. Meanwhile several events were in motion that would change history.
oOoOoOoPetunia Dursley was very normal, not any freakishness in her family thank you very much! If you even insinuated that she is not all she claimed to be you'd find yourself on the wrong end of a malicious glare.
She walked out on her front porch the next morning and saw nothing out of the ordinary, she then turned and headed inside; her Dudders needed mothering.
oOoOoOo
He arose early so he could start his hunting as soon as possible. He walked out the door after eating breakfast and showering. He then started scouting Peter's usual haunts.
He thought he saw Peter in a crowd, but when he didn't reappear he just turned and walked away. Then it hit him, he could see home!
He turned and ran towards home, opening up the door that led inside.
Inside he found that his old home felt the same as it always did, except that there seemed to be more joy inside the home. He walked over to his and his brother's old bedroom to see a young couple lying down in bed, with a baby girl next to them.
He smiled at the view until he realized that they couldn't have apparated into the house, nor could they have walked into the house. So they did the impossible and somehow arrived in his home. He had a feeling that this was going to take longer then was needed. So he turned to walk away, before the man stirred.
"Ugh….Where am I?' The man said as he woke up, then when he was sufficiently awake he moved to wake up the woman next to him. "Ah…Number twelve." He said sadly.
He then turned to tend to the baby that had woken up and started thrashing about. "Sirius, could you please help me with your Godson?" He asked Sirius who promptly cursed loudly.
"Sirius." The woman said reprovingly.
"I don't have a godson! The only godchild I have is a daughter!" Sirius said as loudly as he cursed.
"Figures." The man muttered. "Then could you help me with you Goddaughter." He said softly.
When Sirius walked into the room he saw that the man he spoke to looked like James, until he looked at the eyes, those were entirely Lily. "So lemme guess, you are James Potter with a spell on your eyes?" Sirius said to whom he assumed to be his old chum.
"Well. I wish it was as simple as that." The man said before turning back to the girl, Emily Potter. "I really wish we thought this out fully." He grumbled after a minute.
"Yeah." The woman agreed. "That and I wish I brought a change of cloths."
"I do have my key." The man said. "Though I doubt Gringotts will take it now."
Sirius just walked over and started help change Emily's diaper, there were some things that magic just couldn't do as well.
"So, is there any reason you guys ended up kidnapping the Girl-Who-Lived?" Sirius asked after a long pause. "Last I heard she was going to Dumbledore for training, though for what I haven't the faintest."
The two people in front of him laughed grimly. "I found her on the front porch of a muggle family that hates magic. The family of Lily's sister actually." The man said to Sirius. "Oh, and Mister Black, do you mind of we stay here and keep things clean and orderly? That and raise Emily? Oh, don't worry, you'd still raise her, you just wouldn't be the guardian of record."
"Why?"
The man sighed; this was going to be a hard case to sell.
"You know of the Department of Mysteries, right?" The man said Sirius nodded. "Imagine that in thirteen years Voldemort comes back. Imagine that twelve years after that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, finally defeats him. Then, Harry decides to come back and right some wrongs, you know, make the world a better place.
"His best friend, well more then a best friend really…significant other, decides to come along too and they then decide to adopt his past self, but to their surprise his past self is a female. That and it seems to be a different world. Can you imagine all of that Mister Black?" The man said this in a very tired sounding voice.
"How did you know my name?" Sirius asked after a pause. "And what's your name?"
"Simple, I know your name because you're my Godfather, and my name's Harry, Harry Potter."
Harry then turned back the Emily Potter and started getting her to fall asleep. When she finally fell asleep he smiled faintly and gestured to the others that they should talk in another room.
Sirius and the woman fell behind Harry as he calmly led them to the library. After walking in and setting up a charm to inform him of Emily's noises he turns to Sirius.
"I imagine you've figured it all out by now." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes." The mere word carried more weight then that of the whole house, but it left Harry and the woman with a feeling of relief. "Though I do want to know one more thing, what's your significant other's," the words were clumsy in his mouth, "name?"
"My name's Hermione, Hermione Granger." The woman, Hermione, spoke up. "I do hope to get to now you better Sirius, your death did leave Harry in the worst of sorts."
That statement set Sirius off. "MY DEATH! What do you mean my death?" Sirius exploded after a second.
"You are going to be killed in fifteen years, you get stunned by the Death Bitch Bellatrix LeStrange, and fall into the Veil of Death." Harry's voice was filled with emotion. "You can say that it left me out of sorts, but that would be lying. I wasn't the most pleasant to be around for the next month." Hermione gave him a glare. "Alright, year!"
"Least I got killed by a Death Eater." Sirius muttered.
"Are you going after Pettigrew?" Harry asked urgently after seeming to think something over.
"Yes."
"Don't, believe me Azkaban isn't that pleasant this time of year."
"I go to Azkaban for the Death of a Death Eater!" Sirius yelled.
Harry smiled thinly. "Yep."
oOoOoOo
Dumbledore stood up during the breakfast meal. "Last night two of the greatest people I have had the pleasure of knowing were murdered last night. They were killed by Lord Voldemort personally." There was a small gasp at his name in the student body. "However their daughter, Emily Potter, had some protection and reflected the Killing Curse back at Lord Voldemort. He is now dead.
"Yes, yes rejoice. But remember evil still lurks. Even now the Death Eaters are striking out on their own against the Ministry, and while they are not yet organized they will be.
"So, today we will have a day off. You all may use it to read up on the Potters or any other of Voldemort's numerous victims. Or spend the day outside, enjoying the good things in life." With his little speech said Dumbledore sat down and went back to his meal.
Unseen to any of the people in the Great Hall, the newly hired Professor Severus Snape scowled into his meal.
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He sat a craven shell of his former self. If one of his followers saw him this way they'd all laugh and blow him off, yet he was the Dark Lord. He shivered; yes the brat's time would come…
oOoOoOo
He just stood there, rocking softly back and forth, trying to get the crying infant in his arms to fall asleep. Yes it was menial work. Yes it was not proper work for the last scion of the Black family. But, he needed time to think and this provided the best opportunity to stew over the things he'd just seen and heard.
How could they be from the future? He wondered. Why did he want to give himself a better life, couldn't his life be great already? Wait, Lily said her sister wasn't that pleasant, nor her husband…
With all that stewing he never noticed the door open slightly, the small flash of light signifying a picture had been taken, nor the crying infant had finally fallen asleep.
He continued rocking the sleeping infant, thinking over all that had happened to him in the past few hours.
Outside in the hallway two people were talking in conspiratorial tones. "I say we mail it in to the Daily Prophet." One said.
"No, give it to Moony, or get money." The other said.
"Oh, great idea."
"I know."
oOoOoOo
Remus J. Lupin was a man of honor, when he promised he'd do something you knew that he'd do it. When you needed help you knew he'd provide it. But he was a prankster at heart, so when the letter with Sirius rocking a baby came in he laughed his head off and then proceeded to mail it to the Daily Prophet.
When a letter that was enclosed with the picture fell out of the envelope he opened it and read.
"Dear Moony,
You don't know me, but rest assured I know you, and believe me I believe I can count you among my friends. I was wondering if you would like to come over to Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London. If you would like to please send your reply via the envelope. (All you have to do is write out the letter, place it in the envelope, and address the envelope)
If not please do the same thing.
Moony, it's been far too long,
Harry J. Potter"
When Remus read the letter he made a snap decision. He would see what this Harry wanted of him, then maybe stay…Maybe Sirius was there too…
He turned and started writing a letter. Fifteen minutes later he placed it in the Envelope and addressed it to: Mister H.J. Potter
Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London
With a small pop the Envelope vanished to do its job.
Remus allowed himself some hope, maybe he could get out of this unscathed, maybe he could live through these times without the looming threat of expulsion over his head…Maybe he could go back to being just Remus J. Lupin, friend.
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Harry and Hermione spent the next day preparing for Remus's arrival, buying clothes for the baby, and persuading Sirius to stay with them, he could kill Peter later.
Overall they had been having a hectic day, then when Remus arrived things got a little out of hand.
oOoOoOo
Remus's arrival was heralded by the sound of Padfoot barking as he ran up to his old friend, licking him affectionately. Harry and Hermione mainly stayed behind in the cloakroom, kneeling on the walls, enjoying a laugh at their friends' expense.
"I wonder if he realizes he's being watched?" Harry asked Hermione quietly.
But not quietly enough. "James?" Remus asked, looking up to look at Harry and Hermione. "No you can't be James, you've got Lily's eyes, so you must be Harry. You have James's voice though…" Remus's eyes widened with recognition.
"You know, Hermione, I do believe that the jig is up." Harry said.
"Oh, most definitely, we always did think that Remus would figure it out without help first."
"Do you think we should clear up the confusion of Mister Moony?"
"Nah, let 'em suffer, for that boggart in third year."
"Oh, Miss Granger has a sadistic streak, run for your lives!"
"Oh shut up!"
"You never did tell me what that boggart really was…I really find it hard to believe that your worst fear is McGonagal failing you…"
"You are pressing your luck Mister Potter."
"Ahem, if you would let others join in this conversation." This of course was Remus.
"Alright." Harry said defeated. "So, what do you want to know?"
"Who are you?" Remus started.
"My name is Harry James Potter, son of Lily and James Potter. She's Hermione Jane Granger, daughter of Dan and Emma Granger. She is my best friend, significant other, I dunno what to call her now…"
"Why are you here?" Remus asked, shocked to the point of only being able to follow a list he'd composed in his head.
"Mainly, to give myself a better life then that I had at the Dursleys." He spat out the word like it was a piece of fat stuck between his teeth. "That, and see you guys again."
Lily's sister married Vernon Dursley! Remus thought as he continued his list, growing more shell-shocked by the minute. "Where are you from? James never mentioned any relatives."
"I'm from England, I am a relative, his son." Harry said.
It was all too much for Lupin, he suddenly blacked out. Sirius grabbed the shoulder of his remaining friend and carried him up to the bedroom across of Harry and Hermione's.
He then peaked into the bedroom to spy Emily sleeping like a baby. Never mind the fact that she is a baby.
He then turned away from the door to see Harry smiling at him softly, "you really do love her don't you?" He asked softly.
"Yeah, I guess I do." Sirius replied, he then turned around and started heading to the door. "I have to go hunting for a rat."
"Oh no you don't!" Harry cried, lunging for Sirius, barely managing to get a hold on his outer robes, which slid right off.
"Sorry Harry, but vengeance come first, then family." Sirius muttered. "Stup-"
"No!" Harry cried, rolling out of the way and kicking Sirius's feet out from under him. "Sirius! We can just go to the Ministry! Listen damn you, listen! We can go to the Ministry!"
Sirius paused in his attempts to retrieve his wand from a place roughly forty centimeters away from his hand. He then pulled himself up with Harry's waiting hand and shook it.
"Yeah, we can."
oOoOoOo
Frank was the current guard at the Ministry of Magic. Like all guards of the present age he was too tall, too thin, but an absolute devil when it came to fighting. So, when two unannounced visitors to the Ministry suddenly popped into existence right in front of his desk he was ready to curse them six days from Sunday.
He stopped however when he saw two wands facing him, the gripping ends first. Frank hesitated, then gripped both wands and pulled them out of the unresisting hands of their owners.
He then recorded the wands in the logbook along with their names and purpose of visit. Needless to say, he was rather surprised when he heard what their purpose and one of the names were. He was instantly suspicious and was itching for any reason to hex him into the new week.
He never got that chance as while he was ogling them disbelivingly, they simply walked past him, into the Ministry proper.
oOoOoOo
Harry and Sirius quickly made their way to the Ministers office. After rapping on the door twice and receiving the order to enter they entered the office of the Minister.
"Ahh, Auror Black, and you are?"
"Unspeakable Potter." Which technically wasn't a lie as he received the commission when he was eighteen, youngest Unspeakable the Ministry had hired yet.
"Ah… What brings you here?" the Minister asked after he composed himself.
"We know who the traitor was." Sirius said simply, evoking a raised eyebrow from the Minister.
"Oh, and who was it?"
"Peter Pettigrew."
"Oh, I assure you Auror Black that that is simply impossible. You see, Pettigrew has just come over here to tell us who the traitor is, he named you, and he added that you would name him to get the heat off of you." He paused to take a breath. "While we normally wouldn't believe him he rolled up his right sleeve and allowed our medi-wizards to examine his arm fully. He wouldn't allow his left arm to be viewed because he said he had a very contagious disease."
Sirius, who was looking at the Minister like he'd grown two heads, which probably wouldn't have been quite as surprising, and it might've been funnier, started to say several things at once. "Incompetent…Foolish…Damn rat…" were among the muttered words.
The Minister of course took offence at the statement, thinking that they were about him.
"Aurors! Have this man arrested!" He screeched.
Instantly seven Aurors appeared in the room, all of who looked sympathetically at Sirius before turning to the Minister.
"Did you even think!" Yelled one of them.
"Yeah!" Echoed another.
"You let a Death Eater into the grounds, repeatedly! We have evidence that Lucius Malfoy has been lining your coffers with galleons in exchange for a full-pardon of ANY and ALL crimes committed, PAST, PREASENT, and FUTURE! My god, how stupid are you! Don't answer that. You are being arrested, and we give our condolences to Auror Black for being mistreated as he was." The Lead Auror got out in a single breath.
"Sirius…" Harry said quietly as he waved his hand in front of his face. He then muttered something about stupid canines who don't have anything better to do. Then he kicked him squarely on the kneecap.
"Ouch! Dammit! Why'd you do that!" Cried Sirius amid several chuckles.
The Aurors then filed out, dragging a protesting Minister with them then an auror from the back turned and looked at Sirius, "you have your hunting license by the way."
Sirius smiled ferally, he looked all too much like his animagus form.
oOoOoOo
Peter was strolling down Diagon Alley looking for the new shop that went in last week…Quality Quiddittich Supplies, he believed it to be called. He then ducked into the store he was looking for and saw the newest broom out, a Cleansweep IV! He then checked how much money he had on his person and checked the price of the broom. By sheer dumb luck he had just enough for the broom, and then some to get a large ice crème at the Ice Crème Centre. He bought the broom, all 245 galleons, and walked out of the shop, holding the broom like some idol to a much-revered deity.
He walked over to the Ice Crème Centre and sat at his usual seat and when the order taker person (he never could remember what they were called) walked up to him asking for his order he ordered the Mega Crème.
When his order came he started to dig into it with much gusto. It wasn't until later that he discovered that his server was waiting next to him with his hand open, waiting for payment.
After he paid the server he started walking away, but the server came running out. "He shortchanged me!" He cried pointing at Peter.
By now a crowd was gathering, and nobody saw the shadowy person walk among them, but what they did see was Peter throw his arms in the air, exposing his Dark Mark, and then get hit with the Killing Curse. Then fall over, deader then rotting wood.
Nobody noticed the two very satisfied men walking away from the scene where Pettigrew died.
oOoOoOo
Harry and Sirius arrived back at Number 12 at approximately 1:00AM the next morning. Both were extremely drowsy, and headed straight to bed instead of the usual drink that would have normally accompanied such a feat. Harry and Sirius bade each other good morning at Harry's door.
Harry walked into his room and looked around. He saw Emily lying in her crib Hermione had set up, sucking on her thumb like some infants do, he then looked at the sleeping form of Hermione, his main tie to reality, and in many forms his pseudo-wife.
This is what I came back for he thought as he slipped in bed next to Hermione and promptly fell asleep.
-End Prologue-
Author's Note: This was just an odd idea I had….If anybody would like to beta it they would be welcome to. I really hope I'm not taking too much on right now, with three stories…Anyway, please review on your way out! Next chapter: Flashes of the future, bits of Emily's childhood, and Emily's First Year! Don't expect an update for a while! 4248 words if anybody was wondering…