Summary: What would happen if Harry Potter went
back in time? Not to be a student but to teach? This story is about Harry, at 19, going back in time
to his parent's 7th year and teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts
(DADA). What secrets would
be found out? Find out all this and more.
This is dedicated to all
those whose lives were influenced by the terrorist attacks on the US. God
Bless.
A/N: Sorry about the wait.
I have been having troubles with this story. Writer's block has made me force
these chapters out, and it hasn't been pretty. Oh and just to clarify something
about the last chapter, Harry wasn't mad at Ryan anymore when he called him a
moron. Hope you like this chapter. Here's chapter 9…
Days Gone
By—Are They Really Gone?
Chapter 9: Getting Caught and Uncaught
It was the Friday before Christmas break and everyone
wanted the last day of classes to be over. Even though the classes hadn't even
started yet. Well, maybe not everyone. Some students and teachers were lucky
enough not to have classes in the morning, like Harry. Though some were luckier
and didn't have classes in the afternoon, like Ryan. Since Harry was one of the
lucky teachers that didn't have classes in the morning, he decided to go to
Hogsmeade. Not only because he hadn't been out of the school grounds all year,
but he had wanted to get some material for his seventh year class, which was
that afternoon. Well that and Christmas was coming, he needed to get presents
some time. The only person he had told of his little outing was Dumbledore;
well that was who he was on his way to tell. He had rushed through breakfast,
just so he could tell Dumbledore in the privacy of his office, and was now
standing in front of that stone gargoyle. Harry had stopped and closed his
eyes, waiting to catch his breath before he went in. However, that wasn't the
way that fate had wanted it to work out. While Harry had been catching his
breath, the stone gargoyle had stepped aside to let someone out. Harry opened
his eyes to a faint chuckle. He looked up and saw Dumbledore, with his
twinkling eyes and smiling face, laughing. Harry smiled sheepishly. "So Harry,"
Dumbledore said, laughter evident in his voice, "Is there something you wanted
or is it a hobby of yours to sleep, standing up, in front of someone's door?"
Harry laughed, "No, I have something to tell you. Though the
second option does sound appealing."
"Let's go into my office then," and with that Dumbledore lead him
back into his office. As soon and both parties had sat down, Dumbledore spoke.
"What was it that you wanted to tell me?"
"I just wanted to tell you that I am going into Hogsmeade
this morning."
"You do know that you do not need to inform me of your comings
and goings. You aren't a student here, you are free to go as you please,"
Dumbledore said to the now red-faced Harry.
"I know that sir. I mainly wanted to tell you that I should be
back in time for my classes. But, and there is a but, if something happens to
me, if I am running late or something, I still want the class to take place.
This is very important, well to me anyway. I want them in class no matter
what."
Dumbledore looked amused at this request but solemnly said,
"You have my word."
Harry smiled. "Good. I must leave now, I have a lot to do and
it is already eight," and with that Harry walked out the door.
As Harry shut the door behind him Dumbledore's amused face
turned into one of confusion. "I wonder why he made such an odd request," he
said out loud to himself and then he went down to breakfast unknowing of the
surprises that were going to come.
It didn't take Harry very long to get to Hogsmeade and an even
shorter time to get to Zonko's. He had been curious as to what was different in
that store during that time. While Harry was trying to figure out what to buy
Ron (dung drops, looks like real hard candy but stinks up a whole room, or
serenading shoes, sings tunes that have the wearers wondering for hours),
something interesting was happening outside.
"James! We can't go in there," said the worried girl frantically.
"Why not Lily?"
"Because one of our professors is in there! AND he's coming
out! James! James, I don't want to be caught!" she said tugging on his cloak
sleeve.
"Crud, come on, Lils. Follow me," James said as he led her to
an ally where they could watch the doorway of Zonko's without being seen.
As the two were hiding, death eaters popped into the middle of
the main street. The two of them watched in horrid fascination as the Death
Eaters cursed, killed, and tortured the innocent passer-bys. When a group of
three Death Eaters paused by the alley, Lily and James could hear what was
being said.
"What was our duty here, again?" the first Death Eater rasped
out.
"Yeah?" came the dull, monotone voice from the second one
The third one shook his head in annoyance. "How many times do
I have to tell you?" came the whiny reply, from the one who was obviously the
leader, "We are supposed to help the others but we are also suppose to take one
back to master."
"Oh," the other two said in unison.
"Which one?" the first one said after a moment's pause.
The third one gave this some thought. "I say we take the first
person who crosses our path," the other two nodded and with that they started
walking again.
Harry chose that time to walk out of Zonko's, not even
realizing, or hearing, what was going on out side. He was too busy looking at
what he bought, than to look at where he was going. Before he even comprehend
what was happening, someone grabbed him and disappeared with him.
The two head students blinked at each other. It was very odd
what happened after Harry had been taken. After he disappeared, all the other
Death Eaters disappeared, too. One by one. When the coast was clear James
pulled Lily, by the arm, into the pandemonium that was the road. They ran all
the way back to the school as fast as they could.
At the school, Dumbledore was eating his breakfast while
watching the students. Though he wasn't taking much in. He hadn't noticed that
Ryan hadn't shown up yet, neither had James and Lily. Or the fact that Remus
looked visibly uncomfortable. He was shaken out of it, however, when a
disheveled James ran in with a crying Lily attached to his arm. They ran right
up to Dumbledore, who had stood up when they had came into the room. James
tried to speak but he was too out of breath to say much.
"Death… Eaters… Hogsmeade… took Harry… Left…" was all that he
managed to get out.
Lily, on the other hand, had stopped crying and was breathing
normally now. "Sir," she said drawing Dumbledore's attention to her, "Death
Eaters attacked Hogsmeade. James and I were there when it happened. The moment
we saw Harry, we hid. They attacked while we were hiding. We saw it all. What
was odd, though, was that a group of three stopped in front of us and spoke of
taking one—Master's orders they said. They took Harry as he was coming out of
the store."
A confused look over came Dumbledore's eyes. 'Did Harry
know something was going to happen? Is that why he made me promise? I can't
back out of that promise now--I gave my word. It was such an odd request…' Dumbledore
faced the two of them. "Is there anything else you need to tell me?"
James looked up and started to talk. "Sir, something odd did
happen. After Harry was captured, all the other Death Eaters went too—one by
one. It was as though Harry being taken was a sign or something. You know, a
sign they were supposed to leave."
"Thank you for telling me. James, Lily, why don't you go sit
down at your table, I have a speech to make." He stood there trying to think of
what to say as the two students sat down. He cleared his throat. All eyes were
on him, well the ones that hadn't been on him before. "Today is a sad day
indeed. Another of our teachers is gone. Death Eaters have captured Harry
Larson today. He was kidnapped in the attack on Hogsmeade. In light of a
promise me made me make, though, his classes are not going to be canceled.
Anyone who had his class this afternoon is to go to it, on time. Thank you for
listening to me, and when you get a chance remember Harry Larson and see the
injustice of the dark side."
As Dumbledore went to sit down another person came into the
Great Hall. Only this time the person who came in was calm and collected. Not
to mention smiling from ear to ear. And in regards to the solemn faces of the
Hall and just who it was that had been taken, Ryan looked out of place.
Ryan walked along the tables and by the time he had reached
Dumbledore he realized something was wrong. He looked at the solemn wizard and
then looked at all the students. "Ok, what is wrong with the lot of you? You
look as though someone died. "
(A/N: *winces* I said that
once and I found out that someone's dad had died… Me and my big mouth.)
Dumbledore cleared his throat to get his attention. "Ryan,
something happened to Harry…"
Ryan looked at him in confusion. "Yes…" he said after a moment
of silence.
"Harry was captured by Voldemort's,"—almost everyone winced—"
Death Eaters. James and Lily just told us that he was taken when he walked out
of a store."
Ryan looked around annoyed. "Is that all?" he said rolling his
eyes. Ryan sat down and started to eat. He looked up when he felt every eye on
him. "What?"
"Ryan, you don't seem worried about Harry," Dumbledore said,
gently trying to explain.
"Really? Now whatever gave you that idea?" Ryan said,
resorting to sarcasm.
"Why?" Dumbledore asked, genuinely confused.
Ryan smiled at him. "He's a big boy, sir. He can take care of
himself. I'd be more worried about the Death Eaters, if what you told me is
true."
"Really? Why do you say
that?"
"Harry has never really taken well to being kidnapped. You
should have seen what he did to the last person who did," Ryan winced at the
memory. "All I can say is that kid can curse. I wouldn't be surprised if Harry
was back before lunch. In fact, I'm sure he will be, but if he isn't I'll take
his class. I know what he was going to teach them."
"You may take his class today," Dumbledore said waving his
hand absentmindedly, "Do you mean to tell me that you're not worried at all?"
Ryan looked up from his plate again. "Oh no, I'm worried now
and I'll be even more worried if he doesn't get back before lunch. That comes
with the part of being his godfather. I just know him. And I'm used to this, so
I'm not worried too much."
Dumbledore looked interested. "So you're telling me that this
has happened before."
"Yeah," Ryan answered absently, "What is this? The fourth? Or
is it the fifth? That kid has been through way too much for his age. I
seriously think he doesn't consider it normal to be safe," Ryan looked up
sharply, "Forget what I just said. Harry would kill me if he knew what I just
said," he quickly stood up, "I have to go get ready for my class now. See you
later," and with that he walked quickly, with his head down, out of the room.
Dumbledore looked around. "That was definitely odd," he said
to himself.
Harry groaned as he hit the hard floor of the dungeon. All he
had been doing was walking out of a store and then, 'Wham!' He was on
the floor of a dungeon cell where the guard was snorting with laughter as he
told him they'll be back later. Harry sat up against the wall and looked
around. Well I should say tried to look around. Everything was blurry. He
reached up and rubbed his eyes. He groaned again.
"Blasted contacts," he mumbled. His contacts had fallen out of
his eyes. He started looking through his pockets.
"Where did I put those old things…? I know I bring them
everywhere… Got it!" He triumphantly held up a black case. He pulled out an old
pair of glasses. They were oval and had thin rims—a pair that he carried
everywhere. Contacts are great for appearances but they are lousy for the long
hall. His had already fallen out. He pulled the glasses on, blinking as
everything slid into focus.
"Much better," he said as he looked around. The place looked
familiar. The cell was dark and mucky. Harry jumped onto the stone bench when
he saw he was sitting in a layer of mud inches thick. The place was entirely
made of stone and there were no windows, save a small square of light coming
from the door. The room was small, meant for only one person, and skeletons
hung on chains in the corners. Harry laughed as he remembered the last time he
was in a room like this. Obviously Voldemort's taste wouldn't change much over
the years. He leaned back against the wall as he began to remember…
A short boy looked up at the snake-eyed man, his emerald eyes
glittering. Even though he was a mass of bruises and blood, he spoke calmly and
clearly. "Get it through your head, Tom. I will never join you, and you know
you can't kill me. God knows how many times you've tried. Until next time,
Tom," the boy stood up and mockingly saluted. Then he disappeared.
Harry smiled, that had happened only two years ago. By the
time he figured out that he could leave, he had become so used to the
Unforgivables and not to mention muggle torture that it didn't hurt him any
more. He was special that way. He couldn't feel pain anymore; he was used to
it. Except one thing. One thing could make him feel pain, but that thing was
seldom used.
He rested his chin on his fist and looked at his watch. "Why
do I have a feeling I'm going to be here a while?"
A woman with cinnamon colored hair turned to look at her
fiancé. "Ron? Something's not right…"
"Hermione, what is it?" a tall, red headed man said with
concern flickering in his eyes.
"It's Harry, Ron. Something's not right with Harry. I feel it
in my bones; I haven't felt this way since before Who-Know-Who was destroyed.
Ron, I'm scared for Harry. No one's seen him for months, I hope he's alright…"
Hermione said with tears in her eyes.
Ron walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. He
kissed the top of her head. "He'll be fine, Hermione. He's been through
terrible things, wherever he is, he'll be all right. Trust me on this."
That night the two of them fell asleep like that on the
couch.
Harry drummed his fingers on his knee. He was getting mad.
Sitting for hours without anyone coming could do that to a person. He looked up
at the door and glared. That was how the guards found him. Harry stood up and
crossed his arms when the guard approached him.
"About time. Could we hurry this up," he looked at his watch,
"I have a class to teach in a little bit and I would like to be there on time."
"Insolent little brat, I think you need a lesson. Crucio!" the
Death Eater yelled.
Harry calmly watched the light speed toward his chest. It
hit. Barely wincing, Harry looked up at the Death eater. "Ouch," he said dully.
Behind the cloak, the Death Eater's eyes widened. The boy
barely even flinched. The boy narrowed his eyes, "Can we please hurry this up?
My class starts in a half hour."
"Come," the Death Eater said, having come up with nothing
else that he could do. "I will take you to my master."
Harry did a fake cheer and then faked a serious expression. "Of
course! I would love it if you would take me to your leader."
The man led Harry through many twists and turns before they
got to the place they needed to be. Harry grinned. This was going to be fun.
The Death Eater raced up to the red-eyed man and knelt down.
Harry grimaced as the man started kissing the hem of Voldemort's robe.
Voldemort stopped him by raising his hand. "Is this the boy you captured today?
Why did you bring him to me?"
"He's different, Lord. He isn't responding at all. And," he
glanced at Harry, who returned with a smirk, "he isn't scared."
"Get up, idiot! You shall pay for your inability to do a
simple task! Crucio," the Death Eater dropped and Voldemort laughed. He
turned to the other Death Eaters. "Leave him to me." He turned to look at the
boy. Harry was looking around with an appraising look.
Harry started talking, "Rather stupid place to meet and greet
people, if you ask me." Harry's eyes glinted, as he looked right at Voldemort.
"There are so many places they could escape from. I mean some lead right
outside. Getting sloppy, Tom?"
"They die before they make it to the door, so I wouldn't
advise you to do so," the man hissed. "Who do you think you are, to call me
that name?"
Harry smirked, "I am your worst nightmare. I'm the kid that
just won't die," Harry started circling Voldemort. He pouted. "I don't think
you like me."
A smile formed on Voldemort's face. "You are definitely a feisty
one, aren't you?"
"No, I'm just mad. I mean, how hospitable is it for you just
to leave me in that cell for hours. Especially when I have a time limit here. I
have to be somewhere soon, so if you don't mind, could you hurry this up?
Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "I suppose we could. Avada
Kedavra!"
Harry stepped out of the way. He rolled his eyes. "I think
you need to work on your aim. Okay, my turn now. Accio!" Harry called.
Nothing happened. "You thought that would work on me?" Voldemort
grinned.
Harry brought his finger to his lips and thought for a moment.
"No, but it was worth a shot."
Voldemort quickly mumbled a spell that bound Harry with ropes.
Harry managed to remain standing. Harry glared. "Now, now, Tom. That wasn't
very fair."
"Whoever said I was fair?" Voldemort said. "Avada Kadavra."
Harry's eyes widened. Harry tried to dodge but the green light
just grazed his leg. Harry winced as the ropes fell off and he went down.
This was pain, the feeling of everything in your body bursting
and shrinking at once. Pain so overwhelming that after a minute you pass out.
Luckily, when Harry fell he hit his head on the floor and was knocked out.
Voldemort laughed as he went down. He turned to his followers and said, "That
idiot thought that he could beat me! Me, greatest wizard in the world…"
He was so caught up in himself that he didn't notice a white
light pass over Harry, changing the boy. Harry's leg healed as the light went
over him. The concealment over his scar disappeared, and his hair did an odd
thing. His hair grew; it grew back to the mass of messy hair that is had been.
It grew over two inches in one minute. The white light condensed into a ball
and flew to his hand, were it floated. Then it started to sink into his hand,
spreading through his body making it glow. Harry groaned and propped himself up
by his elbows.
"That curse hurts, damn it!" he groaned. He went to stand up.
"Hey, Tom! I'd love to stay and chat with you. I know it's been a while since
I've seen you, but I have a class to teach, so I'll see you around."
The aforementioned man turned to look at him, his eyes wide.
Harry waved. "Oh yeah, before I go, Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the
world. You, Tommy, are scum that will someday be destroyed," Harry faked a big
grin. "Goodbye," and the boy disappeared.
Voldemort, for the first time in his life, was speechless. And
he killed someone not long after.
Ryan looked at the worried faces in Harry's class. He bit his
lip and started to talk. "Harry wanted you to review so…" 'Where is he, he's
never taken this long before…' Ryan's thoughts lead him off track.
Lily looked up at the distracted man in front of her. "Umm,
sir? You okay?"
Ryan jerked and looked at her. "I'm fine," he looked up at the
rest of the class. "Now where was I? Oh yes, you need to read chapters 4-8,
there will be a practical test on that when you get back from break…"
The door flung open and a dark cloaked man walked in. They
couldn't see the man's face because the cloak's folds covered it. Ryan smiled,
"About time you got back. It took you longer than usual."
The man reached up and pulled his hood down. The class saw a
face covered by shaggy hair that stood up at all angles. A face that had oval glasses
hiding emerald eyes. The man brushed his hair out of his face. They saw a scar,
a scar that looked like lightning. They were shocked. This was their teacher,
but it didn't look like him.
Harry smiled. "It's not my fault, the stupid Death Eaters
stuck me in a cell… Ryan, why are you looking at me like that?"
Ryan replied in a singsong voice, "Harry, it's back!"
Harry groaned, "You're kidding me. I hate this," he reached up
and traced it, "stupid thing. You would think I would be used to it after
having it for 18 years. But no…"
Ryan looked anxiously at Harry as he approached the front of
the room. "You okay there, Harry?"
Harry smiled. "Of course I am. You know I'm use? to this
stuff. Now may I teach my class?"
Ryan laughed. "Of course you can. You know where I'll be if
you want to talk, okay?"
"I got it," Harry reassured as Ryan walked out of the
classroom. He turned to face his class. "Okay, to answer the questions you
haven't asked yet… Yes, I am your teacher Harry. The change in appearance is a
side effect of a curse. I use to look like this when I was in school. Yes, I
have escaped and I am alive. Just don't ask me how I got away. Well that just
about covers it. Put away the books, we have a slight change in plans."
Harry grinned at his speechless class. He rubbed his hands
together in anticipation. "I am sorry, but I am going to give you homework."
He raised his hands to silence the groaning class. "Oh come
on! This is the first time and you have all of break to do it. I want you to
write me an essay about Voldemort. Who he is, who he used to be, what he does,
you know that kind of stuff. I'll give you a clue though. In order to find out
how he used to be, you must first know his real name. His name is Tom Riddle.
Well you can go now, I'll let you out early because of the homework and it's
almost Christmas."
The class sat in shock as Harry walked out of the room. Sirius
spoke what everyone was thinking. "We
have to write about You-Know-Who?"
A/N: I finally got it done!
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