TOUJOURS PUR
BY
MANGYBLACKDOG
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. This is merely a work of fanfiction.
A/N : Thankyou for the reviews and comments, this meanwhile is just a filler chapter.
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"-should check up on the case files and see what we can find.""I trust you will ensure that this goes no further from Malfoy?"
"Yes Grandfather."
Harry opened his bleary eyes, instantly alert when he heard the unrecognisable voices floating towards him. He jerked around to see himself in the same place that he had been before the hurricane wind had knocked him out.
Quite peculiarly, the glass embedded in his skin had gone, and so had the time turner and the sand that stuck firmly to his arms. A second glance showed that there was something different about his body, seeming altogether flabby. He waved the concern over for later, instead taking in his surroundings. The basement seemed to have changed a lot, wooden panelling was done on the floors while sturdy tables were stacked with books that were entirely different from his own.
A chill pervaded through his heart at the thought that followed. He quickly took his miniaturised trunk out of his pocket, enlarging it with a flick of his wand and grabbing the invisibility cloak from within. The fabric was snug in his hands as the upper door opened and the sounds of someone coming through made him panic.
Grabbing the cloak, he quickly slung it over himself, and concentrated on feeling the wards of the house. Upon the assurance that he was still the master of the warding system, he focused on the tell-tale sensation of squeezing and apparated to Diagon Alley.
His breaths were ragged as he arrived, collapsing in a back alley. Crawling towards the mostly empty bin, he emptied his stomach, freshening his breath after as he did so.
"It's time to investigate." Harry told himself firmly, not bothering to wonder why his magical tolerance was so low today.
Diagon Alley was crowded with people shopping for school supplies and he was jostled and pulled when he finally got to Flourish and Blotts. Still wearing the invisibility cloak, which was pooling underneath his feet for whatever reason, Harry snatched a newspaper off the top rack, with the firm catch that comes with being a seeker.
He paled drastically when he saw the first page. Inscribed above the usual gossip reports was the date:
31st July 1990
His carefully drafted plans had always pinpointed that the best time to travel would be the start of his fourth year. If he was here now, that meant that he had a greater chance of royally screwing things over.
With a deep breath, Harry tossed the newspaper back to where it was, and scooted to the main alley, where another thought occurred to him.
Pooling off his cloak, he darted between the shabby alleys, to find a mirror or any reflective surface.
The sight that greeted him was much different than the one he'd been expecting.
At the part where Knockturn Alley had ended into the smaller lower alleys, there was a large courtyard where many people were surrounded. He could not see the branch to the seedier areas anywhere nearby, and instead a large sign declared the next alley to be "Horizont Alley,". There were more than a dozen brightly colored shops which made Diagon look like a zoo. The neatly painted signs and the aesthetic around it probably contributed a great deal.
He gazed at the place in wonder, starting from his daze only when the noticeable form of Hagrid bumped into him, crying with loud heaving sobs.
"Hagrid?" Harry called in relief that there was someone he recognized here.
Over the din of the people, Hagrid didn't hear him, but Harry could hear Hagrid distinctly as he howled loudly.
"-Wonderful people, James and Lily. And little 'Arry, could fit into my fist, he could."
Harry felt a chill descend into his heart as Hagrid blubbered on, and his brain worked overdrive to connect the dots. Trying to look as small as possible, he edged closer to the group of bustling people, now and then making out words like 'The Boy Who Lived' and 'Harry Potter'.
Finally, he dove from the crowds to the front of the fountain everyone was gazing at. It was a lovely thing, made out of white marble, the kind of ornament that Malfoy would probably have in his home.
Next to the fountain was a figure he recognized as very well, sculpted in gold.
From the messy hair to the lightning bolt scar, everything about the statue was identical to him. The plaque above it glistened and caught Harry's eye.
'In loving memory of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
1980 – 1987'
Harry froze. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe. This wasn't supposed to happen at all. The device was to travel through time, not to travel through worlds. Had this Harry died because he had travelled in time?. But he had been dead for two years.
He opened his eyes and pinched himself. Hard.
Nope, not a dream.
Trying to get all thoughts of other things out of his head, he peered into the fountain making sure to observe his reflection. A scrawny boy of about nine years stared back at him, green eyes glistening.
"I'm absolutely fucked." Harry said through gritted teeth.
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After a nap of half an hour in the cozy hovel named "The Wizard's Wardrobe" in the so-called Horizont Alley, Harry could see things with a clearer eye.
The owner of the place, a lovely woman who named herself Madam Roowe, was very delighted with the little orphan act Harry had perfected. A particularly well placed glamour meant that he didn't worry about anyone distinguishing him from the normal bunch of scrawny kids without guardians.
Right now, he was sitting cross-legged on his comfortable bed, with newspapers scattered around him and thick tomes piled all over each other.
Apparently this world's Harry Potter had died from a severe case of pneumonia when he was seven years old. Something had caused his accidental magic to go haywire, prompting the Obliviators to arrive at the Dursleys house. Instead of a muggleborn kid, they had found him, noticeably abused and deathly ill.
It had made all the headlines in various newspapers, and Professor Dumbledore had been removed from his two honorary positions because of the backlash. Unfortunately, his other self hadn't survived the night, even the Healers at St.Mungo couldn't do anything for him, as he was much weakened from near starvations and neglect. The public had been devastated about the news and The Dursleys had apparently faced torture from furious citizens until they were sent to prison for child abuse cases.
Harry didn't particularly feel sorry for them, anyway.
After that major event, most of the changes had been minor, backlashes of the resultant. Harry stifled a large yawn, making to pick up another Daily Prophet Copy.
His eyes grew alert, as soon as he saw what it was about.
1st August 1981
The sky is alight with lights and celebrations as most of us rejoice the end of the fearsome era of the Dark Lord known as Lord V*.
As many of us celebrate the Boy-Who-Lived, this journalist meanwhile wonders about the events of the previous day.
After a series of conversations with various figures, I now have a detailed copy of events that transpired in the Dark Lord's defeat.
Last night, the Dark Lord V* attempted to gain access to the Potter House to assassinate its last members. Unfortunately he was successful in this regard as both Lord James, and Lady Lily Potter (may they rest in peace) were murdered by use of the illegal killing curse (see page 14 for more details).
After that, it is proclaimed that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named tried to murder their infant son, and the last of the line of House Potter, Harry Potter, but the curse backfired on him and today Mr. Potter is regarded as an influential figure that is credited for destroying You-Know-Who. (For more details of the studies behind the backlash, see page 12 )
But the question I ask is, What was the role of Sirius Black in this?
Sirius Black, as you all know was arrested on the same night for the murder of eleven muggles and one wizarding citizen with the name of Peter Pettigrew. The late Pettigrew was presented with an Order of Merlin, Second Class for his honourable bravery.
Before being arrested, one thing that all of the Department's Hitwizards agreed on was that he laughed maniacally, and declared that He, Sirius Black had killed the Potters.
This could not have been correct, as we know that You-Know-Who killed the Potters' personally himself.
So I delved deeper in, to investigate this unusual series of events.
What I found chilled me to the bone. It seems that Sirius Black was a close companion of the late James Potter. After playing double agent for some time, he was tired of his job and so he gave entry to the Dark Lord, since he was keyed in the wards.
Such a horrifying story, is it not? I stand in firm denial to the request of the Black Family who have asked for a second trial to be held for the assassin. A person who can kill thirteen people and assist in the murders of his close friends does not, in my opinion, deserve a trial to be exonerated because of a bag of gold.
So, Sirius had gone to Azkaban here too. Harry's brow furrowed in thought. He wanted an adult, someone to confide in, and who better than Sirius?
His lips curved in the semblance of a smirk.