I got this idea from another fanfic the forth champion by bhanfin. Mine will be completely different as this Harry Potter is thousands of years old and completely indifferent. I got some phrases from sandman, its a series on Netflix. So lets go!
Summary: in the forth book when Harry Potter's name comes out of the goblet of fire. The goblet summons the most worthy Harry Potter. Who is apparently the master of deat and can travel through time, a little like son of magic by purple-pebble great story by the way. So I'll stop ranting and start writing. Enjoy!
"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."
"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you!"
The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.
"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"
When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion.
And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.
"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"
But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.
The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.
Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out - "Harry Potter."
Harry was talking to death about how to stop the apocalypse, when he heard an echo of his name, that sounded suspiciously like Dumbledore was calling him.
"Death?"
"Hmm what is it".
"I think something is summoning me across time".
"There is only one thing that can summon you like that, the goblet of fire, destiny made it"
Harry sighed in exasperation as death looked amused. "I doubt I can stop it , but I'm going to make destiny pay for this". Harry groaned as the goblet of fire pulled him through time and space 'why does this always happen to me'.
There was a clasp of lightning sounded as he appeared in the great hall in bloody 1995.
He looked around as everyone everyone looked at him with dropped jaws and Dumbledore was white. Harry rolled his eyes, "here's to hoping that the old man has a heart attack but then again he is hardly that old". He looked around again as everyone was still looking at him. "Don't you have anything better to do, say give heartwarming speeches, come on people I'm not a damned exhibition." Harry just sighed and sat down beside his younger self, "hey me you wouldn't happen to have a firewhisky, I just get the feeling I will need it, you know what never mind".
Dumbledore was completely in shock as the older potter sat down, 'what would this mean for the prophecy, who would kill voldemort? '
He shook himself and said quickly, "well we have four champions, everyone dismissed mister potter come with me, no the older mister potter".
Everyone still in a daze slowly filled out as potter stood up, his movements were graceful and proud like a predator, which practically screamed 'I am better that you'.
Potter came to the table, smirked and leaned against the table.
Dumbledore said, "everyone please follow me, we have to clear this up".
Dumbledore saw potter rolling his eyes and followed him to his office, without a word.
Severus snape was in complete denial, 'does the brat always has to make things complicated, but this sure was new,' the brat caught his eyes and smirked.
He was quite tall with perfectly styled hair that came to his shoulders, no glasses, high cheekbones and was actually handsome and looked about 19 or maximum 21.
Upon reaching to the office, him, moody, Dumbledore and of course the brat. Dumbledore gave the password some sweet.
Dumbledore spoke first with a twinkle,"my dear boy who are you? Where did you come from?"
Potter rolled his eyes infuriating Severus, "I am Harry Potter as you have probably guessed, that was my birth name anyway, though I did change it several time during the centuries, at the moment I was going by hadrian paverell so you should call me that to avoid confusion and I was having tea with death. please do refrain from calling me my dear boy. I am not your boy nor am I a boy so you can call me lord paverell. As for the person who put my name in the goblet, they better pray that I do not get bored as I have a few methods I need to try and I am quite angry with a few people and no one would find the body".
His eyes had a strange glint towards the end but the entire time he looked like he was as bored as hell.
"My dear boy, apologies lord paverell but how did you come here. Dumbledore spoke
Again paverell started speaking in a haughty voice, "that is none of your business".
"Did none teach you to respect your betters", Severus finally snarled.
"Of course they did severus snape but unfortunately I see none as my better here, probably none in this universe".
"You brat just like your father".
"No I am not like my father nor do I have any wish to be like that bullying bastard and do refrain from calling me brat I am much older than you".
Severus was shaking with anger before smothering it as the brat continued. "I could kill you but that would change the timeline and I cannot afford for the apocalypse to come before 3000.
Dumbledore's eyes were wide as he said, "if you are truly as old as you say you are and know the future than perhaps you can help us defeat dark lord Voldemort."
Potter's eyes flashed, "of course not why would I kill Voldemort when he is nothing but a nuisance and even if he wasn't why would I help you, what do I get from it". Paverell looked genuinely confused.
Dumbledore looked surprised at the question, 'Voldemort a nuisance.' "No my dear boy he is not a nuisance but a very powerful dangerous man, no less than a man". Potter did not look at the least bit impressed.
"He is not powerful and I am from the future I am more than aware of the families that he ripped apart and what became of magical Britain a five years from now, do not act like the last war was anything compared to what is coming". Potter's eyes became white without pupils, "War unlike anything known in this universe".
He shook himself and muttered to himself, "shit, destiny, something is very wrong, I must leave I have a war to prepare for not the tiny battle your crooked glass see". With this he stood up and left before anyone could say a word. Potter No paverell was a mystery to solve and no matter what he said he could not be more powerful than him Albus Dumbledore.