"And then I told him to fuck off. You should have seen his face, priceless, completely flabbergasted."

Harry Potter merely nodded along as he sipped as his drink. Ogden's Finest, aged for three hundred years, in a yew wood barrel. Quite a rare find. Though, seeing as it was Corvus Lestrange he was drinking with, rare finds weren't so hard to come by. The man did have a way with finding things.

"Wait, I'm an idiot, and we're both wizards." Corvus smacked his forehead with a hand. "I can just show you the memory. You see, I recently found myself the proud owner of a new pensive, complete with cleaning utensils and everything!"

"By recently found," Harry said as he looked at the man beside him. Corvus was tall, with a low stubble to his cheeks, and had sharp silver eyes. Oddly similar to how Sirius looked in some of his pictures from his Hogwarts years. "I assume that you've stolen some poor wizard or witch's pensive."

"Now that right unfair," Corvus took a sip of his own drink. "he wasn't using it anyway, on account of being dead and all."

"Please don't tell me you murdered someone."

"I didn't, he was dead when I found him," Corvus nodded at that. "and its not stealing if the owner's already dead. That's a fact."

"I…" Harry didn't really know what to say to that. Was it wrong to steal from the dead? Maybe. Morals weren't exactly something that Corvus cared much for. Living up to the family name. Harry chuckled at the thought and then downed the rest of his drink. Guess that says a lot about me as well, since I'm sharing a drink with the guy, as well as crashing on his couch.

Wallowing in my sorrows.

"Ah, don't get like that," Corvus said and poured him another drink. "you've got all these new superpowers and fancy stuff to play with. Elder Wand, Cloak of Invisibility, Resurrection Stone, and all the fame you could ever really need. Plus, there is that hot chick that keeps following you 'round, and by god she's a real looker."

"Please, stop," Harry said and took another sip. That sip turned into a drink. He didn't want to think about Death like that, for even if she took the form of a rather beautiful woman, it only served to remind him of the other women in his life. Those he had all walked away from when he had fallen apart after the war ended. I was meant to die and yet here I stand, the Master of Death, the Man-Who-Lived. "and you don't even believe in religion."

"A man can be a godly man without being a religious one." Corvus countered. "Plus, I'm pretty certain the big guy isn't even listening to me, seeing as my family's completely fucked."

Harry only nodded to that. He'd read about how the Brothers Lestrange were thrown bag into Azkaban, again, and Bellatrix was indeed still dead. Corvus didn't seem to be bothered by it all, though that might have to do with the fact that his family was completely America, and they were both currently in his New York apartment. Magical Britain seemed to be getting on just fine without him.

The rest of the night progressed as they usually did. Harry drinking his fill of Ogden's Finest, Corvus going off on one story after another, and the lurking coldness fraying at his body. She was never far, Death, always close enough that he could feel her presence. Corvus seemed unbothered by her, he didn't get cold around her, only able to look at her form. Lucky bastard. He wasn't stuck with that stupid title and the stupid gifts.

Why would I need them? Voldemort is already dead, my purpose all used up.

A stick, a rock, and a blanket.

Meaningless, utterly meaningless.

"My gifts are not meaningless." A voice hissed at him.

Harry ignored it.

It was as they cracked open the third bottle that it happened. Corvus had been slumped over the table, fallen asleep halfway through a story, so he didn't even notice. Harry certainly did notice. The flash of light was blinding. It caused him to close his eyes and raised his arms to shield his eyes. A movement which also unbalanced him and sent him wobbling in his seat. The room got colder, there were a pair of arms around him, and that wobbling turned into falling.

Then he felt his body get twisted, pushed, snapped, and folded. His ears were popping and his vision blurry. The arms around him felt cold as his body turned and pulled and squeezed. Somewhat was said in his ears yet he could not hear it. His screams were echoless as his throat became hoarse. Then, when it felt as if it were too much to bear, he lost consciousness and fell into darkness.

"Harry Potter."

The boy in question simply sat motionless in his seat. He was only vaguely aware of what was going on around him, the heads snapping to look at him, the several gasps of shock that sounded though the Great Hall. It has to be a mistake. It has to be. Professor Dumbledore stood next to the Goblet of Fire with that burnt piece of parchment in his hand and a serious look on his face.

Harry didn't know what to do. "I didn't put my name in." He looked around as he spoke and found everyone staring at him. Students standing in their seats to get a better look at him. Ron and Hermione were both next to him and they both had blank looks on their faces. "I didn't."

"Harry Potte-"

Dumbledore's words were cut off by the truly massive crack that sounded through the Great Hall. It was like a strike of thunder. A shockwave burst through the place and several people were yelling. Harry and everyone else turned towards the top table to find the Goblet of Fire shaking, nearly toppling from the pedestal, floating into the air. The professors were saying something, but Harry couldn't hear it over the buzzing that filled the air. He could only watch as the Goblet floated off the pedestal.

Then the air above it ripped in two.

Harry was transfixed by the sight, only partially aware of Hermione trying to tug him down into his seat, and Ron cursing in a way that would have gotten him a hundred howlers from his mother. The very air around the Goblet of Fire was shaking, folding out from itself like a piece of ripped parchment, a gaping void of darkness that seemed to expand with every second passed.

The Great Hall was truly filled with noise then. Students were yelling and clamoring about, several of the upperclassmen having their wands in hand, while the younger students were stuck between shocked staring and trying to get away. Karkaroff and Maxime were standing now as well, wands out, moving towards their students sitting amongst the tables. Harry spotted Professor McGonagall doing much the same while Flitwick and Snape were pointing their wands at the rip in the air.

It was only as Dumbledore stumbled back that another crack sounded, and a blur exited the rip, flying so fast that Harry's eyes could hardly keep up with it.

Seeker reflexes trained through countless hours on the pitch made it so that he was one of the first to notice where the blur came to a halt. His eyes took in that it was no mass, but a body, that slammed into the Ravenclaw table with such force that the wood splintered. The students that had been sitting there got caught in the explosion of wood, several of them throwing up their hands as splinters went flying, and screams of pain filled the air.

Harry didn't know why he did it, but he yanked free from Hermione's grasp, and his legs were moving towards the body. The rip above the Goblet had already disappeared, the thing had toppled to the floor beside a shocked Dumbledore, but none of that truly caught Harry's eye. What did was the scene at the Ravenclaw table. The seventh years were already either pointing their wands at the body or helping their fellow housemates to their feet. The few Beauxbatons students who had also gotten caught in the blast were doing much the same while Professor Flitwick hurriedly made his way over.

"Get back!" His squeaky voice filled the air. "Everyone stand back!"

Most followed the professor's words, but that allowed Harry the opportunity to shove forward, though he did not know why. He just felt as if he needed to be there. That he needed to see. It was as he broke through the circle of Ravenclaws, standing next to a girl he eventually realized was Cho Chang, that he saw full what had come out of that rip in the air.

It was a man.

"Bloody hell," The man mumbled, and everyone gasped in shock, while Professor Flitwick finally got through the crowd to stand before them all. His wand was pointed at the man, but it didn't seem needed. The man was still laying on the ground amidst broken wood and what looked like glass. "Corvus?" The name, which Harry didn't recognize, was slurred out more than said. "I think I broke your table, and spilled our drinks, I…"

Then the man opened his eyes, and Harry gasped in shock, stumbling back into the students around him. He was only vaguely aware of the hand on his arm, or the shouts from the professors to get back, or the other gasps of shock around him. It was as if everything else faded into obscurity as his eyes took in the sight before him. The sight of the man's green eyes.

My mother's eyes, Harry's concluded as the rest of him tried to catch up, my eyes.

"Corvus?" The man groaned as he anchored himself up with an arm. "What the fuck was in that drink? I think I'm seeing… things…" His eyes widened as he took in the sight around him. Harry watched with everyone else as he did so.

Then the professors arrived.

"Everyone, get back to your dorms, now!" Dumbledore pushed through the crowd with McGonagall and Snape on his heels. His wand was in his hand and pointed at the man on the ground, the other professors following his motion, while the man simply looked confused. "Prefects! Get everyone back to the dorms!"

Harry was pulled away with the crowd, and even though he tried to stay, he was pulled away. Those eyes. He heard someone call his name but didn't truly hear. Why does he have those eyes? A blue and silver tie entered his field of view but he didn't truly see. Why does he have my mother's eyes? My eyes? A hand grabbed his face and he was forced to looked into another pair of eyes that were not green.

"Harry?" Cho, yes, he knew who Cho Chang was. Ravenclaw Seeker and a student a year above him. "Snap out of it and let's go."

His body moved of its own volition, Cho's hand on his arm as they made for the doors to the Great Hall, but he glanced over his shoulder one last time.

Green eyes met his own.

I'm hallucinating.

That was the excuse that Harry Potter told to himself as he sat in the empty Great Hall. It was the only one that truly made sense. How else would he have ended up in Hogwarts with people around him who were dead? Dumbledore? Snape? Both dead. Karkaroff? He was dead too. In the time it took his eyes to truly adjust and his body to unfuck itself, he thought he spotted a young Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum walking out of that side room, as well as a not-dead Cedric Diggory.

Then there was the little boy with his face that had looked back at him.

I'm hallucinating. Corvus spiked the drinks with something. It's the only explanation.

"Look, I don't know what's going on," Harry said to the hallucinated professors and hallucinated ministry staff sitting across from him on the now repaired Ravenclaw table. "but it doesn't matter. I'm going to wake up soon with a hell of a hangover and then I'm going to vow to never drink again. Then I'm going to break that vow when Corvus unearths another rare bottle of liquor."

"I find that hard to believe." Hallucinated-Dumbledore said. Harry felt a hint of pain whenever he looked at the old man. So much of his life had gone the way it had because of him. All the rights and wrongs. And did he really look this old? "Seeing as this is no drunken reality, but the real world in itself, and you are actually here."

"Well, then I'd call you a liar," Harry pointed a finger at him, then at Hallucinated-Snape, and Hallucinated-Karkaroff. "because you three are already dead. I know, I saw two of you die with my own eyes," Then he looked at Karkaroff, yellow teethed Death Eater and all. "and I read about how Voldemort hunted you down and killed you."

Several of the professors flinched as he said the name, odd that my hallucinated professors would flinch at a dead man's name, and Harry rubbed his face. His fingers met a week's worth of stubble and he found that he didn't find the desire to shave. Corvus seemed to have a perpetual stubble and the man said it looked good. I always did want a beard.

"I assure you that no one here is dead," Hallucinated-McGonagall said. She looked younger than the woman he knew, not aged from all the deaths that had occurred during the final battle, nor by the weight of having to rebuild the school. "and we've yet to hear your name, as well as hear what you've done to the Goblet to summon you here."

"Its obvious who this man is." Hallucinated-Snape said, and Harry looked to the man. Oddly, he did not find any hatred for him, just sadness. Snape had tried to redeem himself in the end. He had shared his deepest memories with him. But none of that really mattered. Snape was already dead. "He has the same scar on his forehead and the same color eyes."

"You cannot really believe that he's Harry Potter." Hallucinated-Sprout said. It amused Harry that Snape would be the one to figure him out first. The man always was obsessed with me. "That's impossible. Harry's only a boy, and he's a man, and at least thirty."

Hallucinated-Ludo Bagman coughed into his hand while Hallucinated-Barty Crouch looked pale as ever.

"Twenty-five," Harry added. "but that doesn't really matter."

"Mr.… Potter." Hallucinated-McGonagall looked rightfully concerned. "Are you truly claiming to be the very same person as the one who is currently in the Gryffindor tower?"

"Seeing as you are all nothing but the figments of my imagination," Harry said as he stood, his feet wobbled slightly, and he felt a sudden chill up his back. It got colder, though he seemed to be the only one to notice, and that was explanation enough. "I shall indulge. I am, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. I am the savior of Magical Britain, hero prophesized to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort, and champion of the light."

Its not like any of this matters. I'm hallucinating.

He turned to leave, came face to face with the scarred visage of Alastor Moody, and then the Elder Wand was in his hand.

"I am, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. I am the savior of Magical Britain, hero prophesized to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort, and champion of the light."

Harry Potter, who was currently hiding under the Cloak of Invisibility, stood shocked as he watched the other man who claimed to be him stand and turned to leave.

Impossible. That doesn't make any sense. I'm Harry Potte-

Then a flash of red filled his eyes, shouts filled his ears, and the Great Hall fell into chaos around him. It happened so fast that he barely kept track of what was happening. The man, he did have a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, was firing off spells and curses at Professor Moody. There was a look on his face, almost like a smile, or maybe it was just the light. Professor Moody was also firing spells at the man, in self-defense, as the rest of the professors scrambled out of the way and got their own wands out.

Harry dove for cover as a particular curse landed a little too close to him, the stone of the Great Hall's floor bursting up as he did so, and he only managed to get behind the Hufflepuff table as another one went over his head. He could hear someone laughing in between spells, which was odd, as it sounded a lot like-

"You're a lot quicker than I imagined!" The man said. Harry poked his head from behind the long table to see the man pointing his wand at Professor Moody while a Shield Charm separated himself from the other professors. "My subconscious certainly holds you in a higher regard than I do. Or maybe its whatever Corvus spiked the drinks with. Not that it matters. I'm going to enjoy this."

"Put down the wand Potter!" Professor Snape yelled and for a moment Harry moved to do just that. Then he realized that he didn't have his wand in hand, which he quickly rectified, and that Snape wasn't talking to him. The other Harry Potter didn't even acknowledge the command give not him and simply fired off another spell at Moody.

Which was blocked.

"Come on Crouch!" Other Potter yelled. "Stop hiding and show your true colors!"

Harry watched as spells were sent back and forth. Professor Moody certainly was giving as good as he was getting. The retired Auror was sending back spells and curses as much as the other man was. Though, it was more impressive on his older self, Merlin that's rather confusing, who was countering the other professors as well. Flitwick and McGonagall were both sending spells as well. Professor Sprout was doing likewise while Karkaroff, Maxime, and Bagman were at the very back with Crouch shakily holding his wand.

And Dumbledore was then suddenly in between the two fighters.

"You will both cease at once!" The Headmaster bellowed, hands raised to either side of him, and both fighters did as he commanded.

If only for a second.

"Stand aside Dumbledore!" Harry's older version said. "Move aside so I can kill this Death Eater!"

Harry gaped in shock along with near everyone else present. Snape hissed at that while Karkaroff cursed. McGonagall and Flitwick sputtered in shock. Sprout looked faint, and Moody himself scoffed. Dumbledore moved, with surprising speed, and sent a Disarming Charm at both men.

Moody cursed while Harry's older self fumbled after his own wand. Both flew through the air and landed into Dumbledore's outstretched hand, and when he looked down at them, he froze. Harry didn't know why everyone was standing around, because his older self wasn't, and he could only watch from behind the Hufflepuff table as Professor Moody was tackled to the ground.

"You fucker!" The man roared as he rained down his fists on Moody. The older man struggled and sent back punches of his own. "You messed with the Goblet." Another punch landed on Moody that knocked off his magical eye. "You were the one who sent us to that damn graveyard. You got Cedric killed!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Snape's spell hit the man on the back, and he was sent flying, off of Professor Moody, and right into Harry himself. He was hit by the flying body before he even had a chance of getting out of the way, the two of them falling to the ground in a heap, the Cloak of Invisibility falling off of him. He only vaguely heard the gasps of shock and the calling of his own name as Snape stood over the two of him even as his older self scrambled to stand.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Stupefy!"

Two spells flew through the air and two spells hit. Harry watched as the Stunning Spell clipped Snape in the shoulder as the Full Body-Bind Curse hit the other in the leg. Both went down, and as Harry scrambled his way from beneath his older self, he realized that there was no wand in his hand.

That was wandless magic, he noted as he was grabbed by Professor McGonagall, I learned wandless magic.

"Alastor," He heard Professor Flitwick say as McGonagall berated him while also shoving him away from the petrified version of his older self. "are you…"

"Stand back, Filius." Dumbledore's voice sounded serious. Harry looked from behind McGonagall and saw Professor Moody's face bubbling and twitching. The man was desperately grabbing at something in his robes, frantically searching, and Harry spotted a flask on the ground in the distance.

"Professor," Harry said as McGonagall pushed him back again. "what's going-"

"Stupefy!" Professor Flitwick slashed his wand as Moody who remained on the ground. His body was… changing, and as Harry watched with his own two eyes, the face that came to when all of the twitching stopped, as not Alastor Moody. Dumbledore stood over the man with his wand pointed at his face and Barty Crouch gasped in the background.

"Barty Crouch Junior."

"A Full Body-Bind Curse?" Death hissed at him. "You let yourself be consumed with vengeance so that a simple curse rendered you immobilized?"

Harry Potter said nothing, he couldn't even if he tried, as he stared up at the ever-changing ceiling of the Great Hall. Death fluttered about him, incorporeal, but nevertheless present. The coldness that surrounded her bit at his skin. Her voice sounding as if it were right next to his ear.

Some hallucination, he thought grimly, what the hell did Corvus put in those drinks?

"You are not hallucinating, you idiot." Death hissed again, and Harry flicked his eyes around, it was all he could really do. How the fuck did I manage to get hit by Snape of all people? "The obscene amount of alcohol you two consumed was not drugged. This, all of this, is real."

No, Harry would have shaken his head if he was able to, I'm hallucinating. There's no other explanation for me being back here, with people who should be dead, and with a younger…

Green eyes in the face of a young boy with a lightning bolt scar.

Oh fuck.

"Yes," Death said as she came to hover in front of his face. She became corporeal, though by the non-reaction of everyone else, it seemed that she became corporeal just for him. "somehow, you and I have somehow been summoned by the Goblet of Fire to another dimension."

Great, Harry rolled his eyes because he still could, just great. He went over the things he could remember from his fourth year at Hogwarts. Fake Moody had already been outed as the Death Eater Barty Crouch Junior. He had also announced to the professors that Cedric Diggory had died, which might mean that that would be averted, if they believed him. Then there was the little tidbit about the Goblet he had yelled before the dueling had started. Did they catch that?

"Mr. Potter."

If he had been summoned by the Goblet than that meant he'd be competing in the stupid tournament again. Which meant dragons, hostages in the Black Lake, and that fucking maze. Oh, Harry had no intention of going through all of that again, magic be damned. He was the Master of Death and defeater of Voldemort. That had to mean something. Maybe Death would know-

"Mr. Potter."

Harry looked around and found McGonagall looking down at him. Okay, she's not a hallucination, and she looks pissed. Her mouth was set into a thin line, and she had her wand in hand. Not pointed at him, but the threat was still there, and it was in his field of view. He didn't see his miniature self who had been shoved behind her during the duel.

"Good, now that I have your attention, here is how this is going to go." McGonagall said and it was almost comforting how familiar that sounded. Death scoffed at that as she floated around him. The air was cold. "You're going to explain all of what you said and verify the truth of your identity to us all. Then, you are going to cooperate, and not attack anyone else until we figure out just what is going on. If you step out of line you will find that life as a teacup is not pleasant."

"Minerva-"

"No Albus," McGonagall looked off to the side, presumably at Dumbledore, with a hard look in her eyes. "This man, whether he is an older version of our Potter or not, is dangerous. He already revealed Professor Moody as an imposter and dueled him proficiently. He also claimed to be under the influence of hallucinogens. Which reminds me, Severus, go get a potion to clear the system."

If Harry had been able to laugh, he would have, as McGonagall ordered everyone around. It seemed that she was the same across dimensions, which was quite heartening, in truth. He'd be able to tell her everything she needed to know, then they'd be able to figure out a way for him to get out of the magical contract, and then he'd go back to his dimension and smack Corvus into next Thursday.

Even if it wasn't his fault, Harry had the feeling that it was, since Corvus had a way of getting himself and others into fucked up situations.

Harry Potter watched as his older self, who everyone had agreed to address as simply Potter, was released from his Full Body-Bind and given the potion.

The night hadn't turned out like he had imagined, not at all, and now he was sitting in the Great Hall with all the other professors and ministry staff well past curfew. Crouch Senior was frantically whispering to Bagman presumably about the fact that his Death Eater Son was still alive. Harry found it curious that the Aurors hadn't arrived yet, but Professor Dumbledore had sent off his Phoenix Patronus, so they'd probably arrive eventually. For the time being the man was under a Full Body-Bind Curse of his own as well as held at wand point by Professor Flitwick.

"Gah," Potter, Merlin that is a weird way to address my older self, chocked down the potion. "tastes like shit. You sure this hasn't gone bad, Snape?"

"Positive." Snape drawled from where he stood, wand out, positioned between Harry and his older self.

"Well, it still tastes like shit," Potter stood slowly, as Professor McGonagall still had him at wand point herself, and then made his way over to the Hufflepuff table. He sat with little grace and smoothed his wrinkled dress shirt. It wasn't exactly how Harry saw himself dressing in the future. Quite disheveled in reality. "and are we all going to just stand around? I think we all got over the shock an hour ago."

"Over the shock? Maybe some more than others." Professor Dumbledore said as he took a seat across from the man. Karkaroff and Maxime had since retired to their respective lodges. Bagman had explained the whole situation with the magically binding contract, which Harry was still very concerned and confused about, which seemed to mollify the two visiting headmasters. "But now we have all the more curious questions to ask. First being how you acquired this wand."

Harry looked over at the wand in Dumbledore's hand and noticed that it had weird little bumps. It also looked a lot like the wand Dumbledore used.

"Well, there's quite a story to that," Potter said and gestured to the table. "and it's a rather long one. I'd suggest we do it sitting down and over a drink or two."

"Haven't you had enough alcohol already?" Snape said. He didn't sit with the rest of them, remaining standing along with Professor Flitwick, while the two ministry workers were huddled off to the side. "It seems that life hasn't been good to you, Potter."

"Says the dead man." Harry watched as his older self sneered in a way that would have made Malfoy proud. It also horrified him that he would end up like that in the future. Is that what's destined for me, a future where I'm a drunk cynic?

"Now, let's not devolve into arguments," Dumbledore held up a hand and shot them both a look. It was quite effective as Snape shut up and Harry's older self simply made a face and leaned on an arm. "would you mind explaining why it is that Severus is to die in the near future?"

"Because he does, die that is," Potter said, and Professor Sprout let out a gasp. Professor McGonagall looked surprised as well and Snape had no expression on his face. "and it is to much of a shock? I mean, you had him acting as a spy for the Order."

Harry sat shocked and confused. He looked at Snape and found the man pale as a sheet. Dumbledore had his wand out and had done something, there was a wave of magic suddenly over them, and then the wand was gone again. Odd, the man hadn't even said an incantation. McGonagall and Sprout didn't seem overly concerned though; they were more focused on what his older self had said.

"And he does die, because Voldemort kills him." Potter shrugged. "He kills him because he believes he's the master of the Elder Wand."

"But I am the current owner." Dumbledore said. Harry watched as he took out the wand in question. It looked quite odd for a wand. More importantly, he held two of the exact same wand in his hands, as apparently his older self had one as well. "And it seems that he never did get it in the end. You are also the master of the Elder Wand."

"Because I got it in the dumbest way possible." Potter muttered. Then his gaze sharpened, and he leaned in, a shot glass of all things suddenly appearing in his hand. "Alright, here's how it goes because fuck it, I'm not letting him live through all the shit I did." Harry had a finger pointed at him. Potter having downed his whisky in one go. "First, you have to get the Order back together, and this time you're not hiding the truth from everyone."

"I do not understand-" Dumbledore started but was interrupted.

"Second, we're not going to be messing with this damn tournament, we've got more important things to do." Potter said and looked at Harry again. "We gotta get the horcrux out of his forehead, right now, and don't even try to deny that its there."

"Horcruxes." McGonagall sounded shocked. Snape looked even paler than before, which was a feat in itself, while Professor Sprout frowned sadly. Harry didn't understand what was so shocking, though he knew it had to be bad, and it was in his forehead.

"I only know one way of getting rid of a horcrux," Potter looked grim. "and that's the Killing Curse. One of you is going to have to curse him."

"Wait!" Harry said and jumped out of his seat so fast that his legs caught on the bench. He fell to the floor and scrambled to stand again. "You- I can't- there's no other way? I have to die?"

"Don't worry, you'll live," Potter said as he stood as well, his wand was suddenly back in his hand, much to Dumbledore's shock. The room was also suddenly a lot colder than it had been. "its sort of our thing."

"Hold it right there." McGonagall had her wand pointed at Potter again. "How do we know you're telling the truth? How do we know this isn't some massive lie?"

"Because I've got nothing to lie about." Potter said and gestured to them all. "I've already help expose Crouch Junior as the false Moody. And I'm about to get rid of one of the horcruxes that Voldemort," Several of them still flinched. "created that kept him immortal. Why do you think he didn't die the first time?"

"That…" Snape mumbled to himself off to the side. "That's what Regulus was…"

"So, I'm really helping you guys here," Potter pointed his wand, the Elder Wand, at Harry. "and I already told you that he'll survive this. I mean, I went through the same thing, and I'm still here."

"Is there not another way?" Dumbledore asked. He looked really sad then, and Harry scrambled to his feet and hastily pulled his own wand out. His older self wouldn't actually kill him, right? "To put young Harry through all of that-"

"You don't know how ironic that sounds, Dumbledore." Potter shook his head. "And now, I don't know another way, so Killing Curse it is."

The room got colder still. Harry didn't know why, the candles were still burning, and no one else seemed to notice the chill.

"Wait, please," Harry held his hands before him. "we can find another way."

"Put down the wand, Potter." McGonagall said.

"All this time," Snape muttered. "he was right?"

"You ready to catch him?" Potter said to no one in particular. Why was it so cold?

"Harry, please," Dumbledore stood but didn't even have his wand in hand. Where was his wand?! "you don't have to do this."

"My son is a Merlin damned Death Eater!" Mr. Crouch screamed from across the Great Hall. "Don't you see Ludo? I'm completely fucked!"

"That's one way of putting it." Bagman responded.

"I have him." A voice said from behind Harry. He turned to look, found nothing but cold air, and then as he turned back and found a wand pointed right at his face. It was very cold indeed. "Do it now, Harry."

"Alright, this is going to hurt, but don't take this the wrong way." His older self said, and Harry watched as a spell was fired from McGonagall's wand. But it wasn't fast enough to stop Potter's own. "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry's world flashed green, pain burst from his entire body, an inhuman scream sounded through his ears, and cold arms came to embrace him.

Then all was black.