Chapter 1: The Guilt

Author notes:-

1) This an Au fanfic, some characters' traits, events and ages wouldn't be same as book or movies.

2) Although its a time travel fanfic, I wouldn't dwell up much on the multiverse theories or any another type of theories related to time travel.

3) The story wouldn't be that long and grammar isn't my biggest strength, so please ignore as much as grammatical mistakes for the time being, untill I review and correct those mistakes.

4) For better run of the story Voldemort's timeline of creating and hiding horcruxes would be delayed.

5) I have also changed Harry's family structure a little bit, Harry's paternal Grandparents would be Dorea Black and Charlus Potter. Of course it's for the better run of the story.

Harry sat on the edge of a boulder that had broken off from the bridge which adjoined the castle of Hogwarts with rest of Scotland, he stared down the bridge in the dark abyss as he pondered over his life untill now. He had lost everyone, there wasn't a single individual left to fight for, to strive for or to sacrifice himself for. His enemy was defeated but at what cost, he couldn't celebrate his win without friends. His eyes filled with tears, pain surged through his body and mind, it was all that he could feel, the physical ones were not evident but the emotional ones were.

His eyes drifted to the wand he held in his hands, the Elder wand, the strongest wand to be ever created. The wand was said to be one of the three Deathly Hallows, it followed the story of three brothers who impressed Death itself and got rewarded in the form of three powerful artifacts. The Elder wand, the Resurrection stone and the Invisibility cloak; The wand was said to be the strongest wand ever created. While, The stone was said to bring your loved ones back from dead. However, it did not bring back dead people but their shadows for a conversation or two. And, the last but not the least, The invisibility cloak, it was said to hide a person's presence but Harry had noticed that some powerful wizards like Dumbledore were able to see through it.

Voldemort had used the same Elder wand to kill several of his friends, he couldn't forget their faces, their pain stricken faces at the edge of their lives. But, the wand failed Tom at the most crucial moment, it failed him when he tried to kill Harry. Their last war at the ministry of magic that had shifted to Hogwarts untill the inevitable ending, where Voldemort tried to kill Harry but failed ultimately and Harry rose again to kill the man, finally ending 19 years of his misery.

He couldn't revive his friends or family, nothing could be done in that context. He cried or more of bellowed his lungs out, he cried for Sirius, for Teddy, for Ron, for Hermione, for Remus, for Dumbledore and for all he lost. All he could do was cry, he couldn't return them back to living, not even with the resurrection stone that situated on his family ring in the index finger of his left hand. He was the so-called Master of death, He had acquired all three of the hallows but what purpose could they serve to him if they couldn't even revive the one's he loved, nothing. He didn't wanted to live further, he never understood Ginny's infatuation toward himself until the time of her demise, the beautiful girl had sacrificed herself while guarding Harry.

He glanced toward the ruins of the once legendary school Hogwarts, ruins of the castle that was once the best school for a Witch or a Wizard in the entire Europe. Filch was still trying to furiously sweep off the rocks and dust on the floor of the castle. It has been two year since the battle of Hogwarts, there wasn't anyone prominent left to return Hogwarts to its former glory days, and he had lost that motivation long ago.

Why should he go inside the building? There wasn't anyone waiting for him inside, not a single soul was there to congratulate him on his victory. He redirected his emerald eyes toward the abyss beneath him, wouldn't it be easier to jump off the bridge to meet those he loved? Or, he could just vanish from the face of earth with the invisibility cloak draped over his shoulders inside out. Its been two long years since Neville killed that damned snake, He had predicted that that would be Voldemort's end then and there, but even after the destruction of Voldemort's last thought-so horcrux he couldn't best the Dark lord. Apparently through his two years of misery he came to the realisation that he himself was a horcrux, unfortunately Voldemort realised it too and stayed from killing him. He would have attempted suicide to destroy it but he knew that horcrux could only be destroyed by certain artifacts or the creator itself. He couldn't use Griffindors sword or the Basilisk venom to kill himself as it would only destroy his body, Voldemort's soul would be freed and could use his body as a puppet.

He tried to explain his dilemma to his friends but they outright refused to kill him and wouldn't let others try it fearing Harry would be snatched away from them. Voldemort used this as a leverage and targeted the one's he loved first, his best mate, his sister like friend, his grandfather figure, his father figure even his surrogate son in the form of Teddy lupin. He loved the boy like none other, he was Lupin's son, he desired nothing but a peaceful life. Voldemort snatched away all his happiness, though he had killed Tom at the end his friends wouldn't return neither would his son.

He ran his hands through his hairs, what could he do? He looked beneath him and felt a sudden urge to jump off the bridge to end his misery. He didn't knew what took over him in an instant and he jumped down the next moment without any hesitation, as he fell down the abyss his thoughts changed into a wish, a wish that he would meet his mother and father up there. As he fell through the abyss he didn't landed on the ground rather his body was pulled away somewhere, somewhere dark moments before collision. For a few minutes all he knew was darkness, nothing could be seen or heard around him, as he turned to assess his location. His eye fell upon the white beacon of light at a distance and thus he started walking toward it, as he neared the light he looked behind to see what can be described as a tunnel of darkness. He looked forward to see an oak table with chairs infront of him, as he blinked a man of rather lanky body structure with narrow face could be seen sitting on one of the chairs.

"Hello Harry, Come sit with me, we need to have a talk" the man ordered in a firm but gentle voice.

"Who are you? Where am I? Am I dead?" Harry asked the questions one after another.

"Me? That is none of your concern yet, as for your location you're in my realm. And, You haven't died till now" answered the man calmly.

"Come and sit with me Harry, as I said before we need to talk" he asserted him again.

Harry obliged and walked on to sit on the chair in front of the Man, still feeling uncomfortable and being careful.

"So, Why am I here? Last thing I remember is that I jumped off the bridge, I should be dead, Shouldn't I?" questioned Harry with uncertainty.

"Well fortunately, you're not dead. Yes, you jumped off the bridge but I saved your life" explained the man, now when Harry focused on the man he could say with certainty that he had seen the man before. The man was dressed up in a white tuxedo and same colour pants with a black shirt underneath and black shoes. His hairs were short and black, while his face was void of any signs of either moustache or beard.

"Why would you do that? I don't want to live anymore, no-one needs saving they are all gone" Harry argued heatedly, his eyes fell down to the ground at the next sentence. "They're all dead because of me" He muttered loudly.

"Calm down Harry, I know why you jumped off the bridge and I don't condemn your reasons, albeit I condemn your actions and the train of thoughts that led you up to it" the man tried to calm Harry.

"You wants to know who am I, don't you?" he tried to change the subject with a small smile on his face.

Harry nodded in response, He definitely wanted to know why would a stranger save him.

"My name is...Death, I am one of the big three. We help each other to run the cycle of birth, life and death" he answered smirking a little in the process.

Harry looked toward the man for several seconds eyeing him closely, "You know, I don't have time for such shits, If you're here to play god or anything like that then just leave me alone" replied Harry shaking his head, he thought the man has a serious motive over saving him, but given the man was playing god, he didn't wanted to entertain the man further.

The man chuckled as he denied him "Believe me boy I don't need to play God, because I am not. I am simply the personification of Death, I with Fate and Life looks over the cycle of birth, life and death as I have told you before. Life gives birth to a soul, Fate puts options at every turn for the man to choose from and I, Death judge the decision taken up by the soul in the end to decide his afterlife"

"And you think I would believe your nonsense babbling, Even if you're death, Why would you save me from coming to you, wouldn't that hinder your cycle?" returned Harry suspiciously.

"That's what we are here to discuss about, I saved you because I have a task for you" replied Death.

"And, What would that be?" Harry inquired again getting a little irritated.

"You see Harry, Voldemort, or I should call him Tom riddle jr, was hell of a wizard." The man stood up and started to walk around the white surface. "He wasn't a good person in anyway possible, manifestation of love potion from a loveless subjugation. Although, He was as strong as he was dark, following that, when he split his soul in several pieces and used them as Horcruxes, his soul was snatched away from my grip. I wasn't able to claim it, as you don't know but cases of wizard creating Horcruxes isn't new." explained Death sincerely and motioned Harry to follow him.

Noting the seriousness in the man's voice, Harry assumed it wouldn't be beneficial for him to doubt the man beside of him further and started following him.

"Wizards, particularly from Egypt who were also known as Pharaohs, were known to create Horcruxes to prolong their lives. However, they knew the limitation of number of Horcruxes one can create which wouldn't damage their souls beyond repairing. Riddle didn't researched about Horcruxes much and decided to split his soul in 7 pieces, although you were an unwanted addition" Death clarified. "Spiritually, one can split his soul in three pieces and could still move to the other realm after his demise, for three piece of souls could be still comprehended. Voldemort, as he was a dark wizard even outliving the likes of Grindelwald, had a very valuable soul. He was never punished for the sins he committed, and that is not acceptable in the cycle of life and death"

"So, What do you want from me? From your train of thoughts, I conjured up that you wants me to do something about it. However, Tom Riddle is dead or whatever happened to his soul, there's no way to retrieve his soul now" Harry understood Death's argument, but there was nothing he could do about this situation.

"His soul is stuck in Limbo, he is neither dead nor alive and I know that there are no ways available to retrieve his soul now, however there's a way we could still stop him from extending the number of Hocruxes from 3 " suggested Death enthusiastically.

"We? You mean I need to retrieve them, is it that necessary? And, Why should I always take the responsibilities even if I don't want them? I have done my fair share for one time, I don't want to do that again. I just want to return to my parents and friends, Let me go through" Harry tried to argue with Death.

Deaths frowned for a second before replying "Listen Harry, I understand you don't want to face him again but could you rest in peace knowing that he didn't get punished for his crimes? He will be never punished for killing your family and friends, my boy"

Harry expression sobered, he now understood the complications completely. He wouldn't allow Voldemort to float in the limbo forever without getting punished for the pain he had caused to him. He has suffered his entire life to kill Voldemort, and if he didn't make sure that Voldemort does get his punishment, he couldn't rest in peace.

"What would I get in return if I follow your instructions? Since, I had always followed up the goal to end him and had killed him few days ago, thus his death isn't that much of a reward. I need some extra leverage to follow your plans" Harry wanted to bargain someone back from the Death for the deed he was about to commit. He wouldn't want anything more than bring Teddy back, after Lupin's death he had adopted the boy as his own son. Teddy was perfect replica of Tonks and Lupin, at six month old he had started displaying metamorphmagus abilities like his mother.

"I am sorry Harry, I can't bring him back. Even if I claim the souls of dead and deliver them to the other realm, I can't return someone back who's soul has already traveled to the other realm. Teddy's soul has met with his parents and wouldn't agree to return to the realm of living" Death explained the conditions reading Harry's thoughts.

Harry felt a pint of pain surging through his heart, Teddy was his son why wouldn't he agree to return to him. Harry wanted to argue further but Death held up his hand to stop him from retorting "However, These terms only apply to a certain group of individuals. Otherwise, You would get to meet with some of your family and friends to a certain extent if you follow my instructions, but it requires a cost" clarified Death.

"What cost? What more do you want? My soul? Well, I will gladly present it to you if you promise me that you would punish Tom" Harry tried to reason the cost desperately.

Death chuckled for a moment before he expressed "About your soul, it's already mine Harry. The day you were born your soul was mine to acquire, and I don't need it yet, rather your soul is least of our worries for now" They had walked around the white surface to arrive from where they had started.

"The cost is your future, You see Harry, The only way for you to deliver Riddle's soul to me would be to travel back in time and stop him from creating his Jorcruxes altogether" Death explained the way to Harry.

"You mean I have to travel back in time to stop Voldemort, would I have to stop Slughorn from explaining the uses of Horcruxes and process to make one to Tom by killing him" asked Harry getting a little uncomfortable. Professor Slughorn wasn't a bad person, he had just made some serious mistakes through his long age.

"I agree with your musing Harry, Slughorn isn't the root of evil he was just an another pawn used by Riddle to acquire what he wanted. You wouldn't have to kill him, rather you would stay in the past permanently, stall Voldemort from making more horcruxes and destroy the ones he had made, although he had already created at least two horcruxes untill 1974. I couldn't send you that far back, that could distort the future to uncertainty. Yet, you could hold him from creating two more horcruxes if I send you around 1974, moreover you will kill him at the right time" stated Death.

"Why stall? I could just kill him as soon as I destroy his Hocruxes, though Tom was a very powerful Wizard he wasn't invincible. If I shall destroy his two Horcruxes and stop him from making further ones, then I could kill him or make Dumbledore kill him" Harry tried to reason with Death, He didn't wanted to stay there and stare long at the faces of his dead parents or friends or his godfather, moreover If Voldemort does get time he would cause much pain for Harry again. Sirius's death was the biggest shock for Harry, albeit he had avenged Sirius's death the wounds weren't completely healed till now, not the physical ones obviously but the emotional ones.

"I know that, however It's not a matter of power rather it's a matter of time. Tom should have died on the day he chose you as his equal.." Death stopped in mid of his explanation and looked toward Harry with critical eyes as he asked "By the Way, You know about the prophecy, don't you?".

"Obviously, I do know about it" agreed Harry.

"So, Continuing on, As he chose you as his equal he should have died according to the prophecy, It wasn't just Lily's protection that saved you rather you displayed exceptional magical skills, too good for a child, that aided your mother's protection. And, In hindsight you have experienced quite the boost in your magical prowess after Voldemort destroyed his Horcrux inside of you, didn't you?" asked Death casually.

Yes, He indeed has felt a surge in his Magical powers after Voldemort had tried and failed to kill him in their fight over a few days ago in Ministry. After the fight he had stopped feeling the connection between himself and Tom, also the constant anger he felt after the death of Hermione had vanished suddenly. Hermione was killed by Voldemort himself, it was due to her exceptional magical abilities that none of the Death eaters sent by Voldemort were able to end her life. She had single handedly destroyed an entire colony of Acromantulas, she was justifically a very powerful witch and a scary one at that if you tried to hurt her friends.

"Ignoring your musing, He didn't died on the day as he was able to make five Horcruxes untill then. That was where his soul was snatched away from me, I want it back and you'll take it up to me" Death chuckled maliciously as his demeanor changed as fast as a chameleon, from sneer to a malicious smile

"If I may ask, wouldn't this time travel thing will cause anomaly in the time continuation or whatever muggles calls it? I had read about it when I stayed over aunt Petunia's house last summer before my fourth year in Hogwarts" asked Harry skeptically.

"I am Death itself, boy. I can handle such anomaly for such reward, and that was what I meant when I told you that you would have to sacrifice your future. This future will be no more, instead if you succeed in your quest it will be more beneficial and safe for your friends and rest of the Wizarding world" clarified Death a bit arrogantly.

"One more question, Am I chosen because I am the Master of Death by acquiring the three hallows?" questioned Harry suggestively stopping Death mid his stroll.

"There is no such thing as master of death Harry, it's all a story." Death chuckled before correcting Harry. "In reality the three artifacts popularly known as Deathly Hallows were not created or gifted by me to anyone, rather your ancestors 'the Peverell's' created them and I with my two counterparts blessed the artifacts."

"Why did you chose to bless those artifacts? If I may ask" Harry asked curiously.

"Because, They had succeeded in creating such artifacts that could make a man very powerful, we all respected their craftsmanship and blessed their artifacts. However, You were chosen cause of another reason, furthermore your thoughts untill now confirms my theory that you're not ready to understand those. Thus, When the right time comes I will explain the reasons to you" Death concluded firmly that didn't left a space for argument.

"Now is the time for some rules for your voyage: First of all, You aren't allowed to carry anything I deem unnecessary back with you, not even your former wand or Elder wand. As no object, specifically Deathly hallows par the Invisibility cloak because there are many copies of it and yours won't make a difference, should exist in a particular time period. Secondly, I advice you to not disclose much information about your past to extended number of people, a few trusted ones would go fine. Third, Your future is over. There's no returning back from the past, additionally, I would advice you against holding ill will for anyone else than Riddle." Harry scrunched up his face in somewhat fury on the notion of leaving Death eaters alive, Death placed his hand on Harry's shoulder firmly before continuing. "You don't know Harry, but many of his follower didn't pleaded guilty in their after life, they were innocent and misjudged, they were misguided and manipulated by Riddle's loyal followers. Lastly, I must remind you that you have to move against him slowly but steadily, you'll eventually figure when should he die" Instructed Death.

"I don't understand, When did you became so forgiving and kind, all the stories that I have read about you suggest that you're cold hearted and evil" Harry inquired or rather mocked Death unintentionally.

"Don't forget your limits Harry, beside it's for my own good. Good souls are more delicious than evil ones, evil ones are rather stale and clumsy unlike healthy and multi-tasteful nice ones." Death smacked his lips as if trying to remember their taste.

Harry shuddered at his former tone before he felt nauseous on Death's last comment.

"So, What do I have to do to go back in time? And, What year should I go back in?" He couldn't just pop out of nowhere in a era.

"You don't have to worry about that, I will send you in a few moments, as for the time period, you shall return to 1975. Furthermore, I am going to decrease your physical age to match that of a 17 year old boy. You've to carve your way out to the front, for our success I suggest you to use mind more than your mouth, since I can only provide you this one chance" said Death and flicked his hand exaggeratedly.

"Also, take this trunk with you, it holds gold inside it. I know you have family out there but I can't risk your survival as we don't have the privilege of multiple chances" mused Death and handed Harry a mini size trunk and nodded to him.

In a sudden flick of Death's finger the table and chairs disappeared from Harry's sight with the Death himself, he felt a sudden pull and was driven to a certain location like a portkey apparation. He was pulled in what can be described as a tunnel of different coloured lights, he noticed the huge black clock infront of him, it ticked back in time through years 2000; 1996; 1992; 1987; 1983; 1980; 1977 and it finally stopped at 1975, the blanket of darkness infront of him tore up to reveal green field.

He was dropped down on the wide spread blanket of grass, he stood up and shrugged off the dirts from his clothes. He looked around to accumulate his position, at one end the field ended on a cliff from where sounds of wave crashing on rocks could be heard. He then looked down at himself, he was dressed in black tee with same color trousers, a dark blue overcoat covering it and accustomed with his Invisibility cloak draped over his shoulder. True to Death's word he had lost his wand and his ring, that means he has to move toward a much populated location to understand his complications.

Grudgingly, Harry admitted that he needs some help, without help he wouldn't have a chance against Tom for now. His train of thoughts stopped only on a single Individual that could help him and believe him, Albus Dumbledore, He was the only man that could help Harry right now. Dumbledore was a wise and good person, though he certainly did had his flaws but yet he was like a grandfather figure for Harry. He walked down the hill toward the small village that he had seen a few moments ago, he wanted to understand his footing in the Wizarding world at the first step. He entered a bar in the Village, looking inside the bar he moved to sit on one of the chairs adjoined with main table, he glanced toward the calendar to see its pages settled on July.

"What date today would be, mate? I have been travelling for a long time and has lost the track of time" drawled Harry.

Bartender peered toward him with somewhat a critical eyes before shrugging and answered "Its 6th of July, Do you need something to drink?" he asked cautiously, through his view point Harry's sense of clothing was quite different.

"And, If I may ask the location of this village, because I have been travelling for quite sometime and have lost my tracks" asked Harry a bit awkwardly.

'Surely a suspicious fellow, Well Whatever' Thought the bartender before he replied "You're in a village known as Dumeshire near the Borough of Barrow in Furness, England"

'Borough? I am too far away from London' considered Harry silently.

"Where's the nearest railway station? and how could I reach there?" he asked again.

This time the bartender didn't hid his annoyance and replied irritated by his constant questions "Nearest Railway station is in the city of Barrow in Furness, you can travel via a carriage to there".

"Thanks mate" chirped Harry and moved out of the bar.

"Little annoying travellers.." muttered the bartender and continued his job.

Harry walked out of the bar toward the village center he was sure he could find an exchange booth nearby. To his delight a booth was indeed there exchanging different currencies. He moved in a alleyway beside him and took out the trunk, he unshrunk it and took out the required amount of gold coins he needed for his travel to London. He shrunk it back wandlessly and put it back in his coat's inner pocket.

He exchanged the galleons with Pounds sterling and received 7 Pounds per Galleon, that was better than his time where the exchange rate was 5 Pounds for one Galleon. He pocketed the money and directed his feet toward one particular side of the village where he had seen a few carriages while he was travelling to Village center. He quickly booked one of them to carry him to Borough, after much though he decided that instead of a train he could take a loo to Leaky Cauldron. Untill he meets with Dumbledore and decide his further living arrangements Leaky Cauldron would be the best place for accommodation.

The travel to the city took half a day and by the evening he was standing infront of a café in Borough. He entered the café and ordered a coffee and a chocolate chip pastry, he was too hungry to think straight by now. He haven't had a bite since his breakfast in the past before he attempted the failed suicide. He ate the pastry and ordered a second one, he paid the bill after he was full and walked around the city searching for a place to pass the night. Luckily he found a decent motel and booked a room, he entered his room and at first step hung off his coat and cloak on a stand. He then moved in the washroom to wash off the dirt his body and hair had accumulated during his travel to the city, he washed up his clothes and let them dry in the washroom it self and slipped in the bed to lay his mind to rest for the night.

The next morning saw Harry checking out of the hotel and traveling through the town for a hint of magical community inside it. Fortunately he found a small bar in south-west of the city that had delusional charm over it to repel off muggles. He enter the bar and walked on to sit infront of the bartender.

"What can I get you boy?" asked the Bartender without even looking toward Harry, he was a tall and wide man with black curly hairs wearing black shirt and grey pants under a blue colored apron.

"Do you serve Butterbeer?" asked Harry suggestively.

The bartender nodded negatively in response.

"We don't sell that here boy, besides you look too young to drink something containing alcohol" commented the man without looking toward him.

Harry just lifted his brow at the man casual demeanor, he looked around himself and passed on two coins toward the man. The man on the other side of the table looked toward him questioningly.

"I have told you boy, we don't sell Butterbeer and I wouldn't sell you an alcoholic beverage" drawled the man with a frown.

"I don't need a drink, I need to use your Floo" Harry answered looking toward the man.

The man looked up toward him pointedly.

"Relax, I won't travel to a shady place. Just need a Floo to Leaky Cauldron" clarified Harry.

"Ok, but if any Ministry agents comes here checking my bar I will track you down for compensation" the man warned him strictly.

Harry nodded and moved toward the Floo, he picked up a full fist of the floo powder and moved inside the chimney like structure.

"LEAKY CAULDRON" He yelled in a clear voice, he didn't wanted to repeat his mistakes of his second year where he had mistakenly travelled to Knockturn alley instead of Diagon alley.

He appeared in the oldest bar in London through the floo, he walked out and looked around the famous bar. Leaky Cauldron has changed little over the years; it was always small, dingy and welcoming, with a few bedrooms above the public bar for travellers who live a long way from London. It was the ideal spot to catch up with wizarding gossip if you happen to live a long way from the nearest magical neighbour. The bar was probably the oldest one in the Wizarding Britain, it was established somewhere around 1500s.

Ignoring the crowd of witches and wizards across the bar, he moved toward the main counter and came face to face with a much younger looking Tom. Time sure had taken a good toll on the man's appearance, placing such thoughts aside he booked a room for himself and a breakfast with it.

He was handed the key and moved up the stairs to his assigned room, he needed to formulate a plan now. He couldn't run a goose chase around the Wizarding world, at first step he had to both acquire Voldemort's location and a few allies for himself. He wasn't the same young Harry that wanted to separate himself from his loved ones to ensure their safety. He knew people would get hurt even if he didn't wanted them to, things would take an ugly turn in a few years. Furthermore, according to the newspaper in his hands rumours were spreading throughout the Wizarding Europe that a mad man was trying to recruit dark creatures for who knows what. That means, Voldemort had taken up his first step toward creating his army.

Harry wasn't the same 17 year old boy that had fought with Voldemort on the ground of Hogwarts head on. During his last 2 miserable and painful years after the battle of Hogwarts he had somewhat taken up the habit to take decisions strategically. He had put his mind to different branches of the magic rather than just focusing on Defence against dark arts like he had done for his 6 years in Hogwarts. He had studied about the creatures living in wizarding world, about the potions he should have known untill now, about the other branches of magic like Transfiguration, Charms, Spell incantation, Runes, Study of magical creatures and Herbology, about the History, Geography and Demography of the Wizarding world untill year 2000.

He was a different person altogether, but his heart always followed the light. Through his last two years he had killed hundreds of Death eaters and dark creatures, he himself cannot be seen as a Light wizard due to his use of dark spells and merciless killings. But, neither were his intentions sided with Dark side, rather he was in middle. He was a grey wizard, a man who does fight for the right cause but doesn't restraint from using Dark spells for that purpose. During the last fight and the fall of the Voldemort no more than 10 death eaters remained alive, most of the creatures supporting the dark lord had fled back to their adobe after Hermione had killed the Acromantula colony. He had killed most of werewolves from Fenrir's pack, while Ginny and Neville had taken great pleasure in clearing Voldemort's army of vampires.

The scar adorning left side of his face covering his left eye was a gift from Saká, the second in command of Fenrir. She wasn't able to reach to his eyes due the glasses that Harry used to wear during those days, still the cut was pretty nasty. If we are pondering over marks, his whole body was littered with them, he had killed some of the most dangerous death eaters in Voldemort's ranks. Antonio Dolohōv and Rudolphus LeStrange were a few names among them, Antonio had killed Remus while Rudolphus was the one who took Sirius's life after Bellatrix had failed to do so.

He decided that the first and most important ally would be Albus Dumbledore, if he could, and he was sure he would, earn Dumbledore's trust then he could advice him and help him to minimise the casualties in the starting phase of war. That meant he had to travel to Hogwarts, that itself wasn't an easy task. As much as he knew Headmaster, he wouldn't allow an unknown Wizard to travel through his floo, for the facts no one would allow that, but he could use the Floo inside The Three broomsticks.

However, at first he needs to dress himself properly, he took out the tiny trunk out of his coat and un-shrunk it in a corner. Moving on, he took out more coins for the clothes he wanted to purchase, he then locked his room with a few enchantments and walked down the stairs to the pub.

Without uttering a single word to anyone he opened the door leading to backside of the pub from where he could travel to Diagon alley easily. He used his fingers to trace the patterns on the brick wall, he found the combination and followed them. Soon, the wall started to move open and Harry was infront of the Diagon alley. For the first few seconds all he could do was stare, the alley for the most part was entirely different from his time. The place was as crowded as ever but a few shops weren't present where they should be. He passed through the crowd looking for a clothing shop and soon found one. He purchased 3 black colored tees with same colour trousers and paid the amount of bill.

He returned to his room in Leakey cauldron immediately, he would have adequate time to roam around Diagon alley later. For now, he has to make contacts with Dumbledore, he walked down the stairs toward the main counter after changing his attire a little bit. He had left his Invisibility cloak and overcoat in the trunk and re-shrunk it to move it into his pocket.

"I would like to use your floo to travel to The Three broomsticks, only if its fine with you?" Harry asked Tom for confirmation.

"Yes definitely, You could sir" Tom said and motioned him toward an another floo in the corner.

"THE THREE BROOMSTICKS" yelled Harry as he threw the floo powder.

He soon found himself disappearing with green flames and re-appearing in the three broomsticks in Hogsmeade. He greeted a much younger Rosemerta and moved out of the three broomsticks to travel toward the castle...

End of chapter

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