~*TO THE ENDS OF TIME*~
Chapter One-The Accident
Harry frowned as he made his way to potions class. Professor Snape had never really liked him, and Harry had heard that today he was in a very bad mood. That was just the perfect addition to his already bad day. Harry pulled out his newspaper and saw the thing that was making this day particulary rotten. The headline read Murderer Found, Kiss to be Preformed at Sunset. Below the headline was the picture of Sirius that had always been used in the newspapers, his waxy looking face looking almost dead, his hair in horrible, dirty dreadlocks. This was not the Sirius that Harry had known. The Sirius that Harry knew was one who cared about him and never failed to help him out. Sirius tried to look his best, but getting back to his normal apperance had taken about a year. He didn't smile as much as he used to, but he still smiled a lot. He was full of jokes and helpful advice, the kind of person that anyone would want as a godfather. And now the kiss was to be performed. Harry was afraid for his godfather, afraid of losing him forever.
Harry walked into the potions dungeon and surveyed the room. The bare walls and cold atmosphere of the room could easily be compared to Professor Snape. Snape didn't seem to like the fact that "famous" Harry Potter was late for class, so he took twenty points from Gryffindor. The class was going to be making a potion in pairs today. Ron and Hermione had already teamed up, so Harry quickly sat down at the back of the classroom, waiting for the lesson to begin.
"Today we will be making a rather advanced potion. I want you all to do this well, as it will be a main point of your final exams. This potion is used to highten your sense of reality, and you will need to do exactly as I say or it will not turn out right. Now, let me partner you up and you will be able to begin." said Professor Snape. He partnered Harry up with Neville Longbottom and they started to make the potion. Harry was trying to do everything perfectly, which was not easy as Neville was very bad at potions. After about fifteen minutes, something that Harry had feared would happen since he had been paired up with Neville happened.
"Harry, I added too much dragon's blood. Oh no, I can't do this potion wrong. I'm already most likely going to fail anyway!" Neville whispered in his ear. Harry sighed.
"Just pretend that you have a highted sense of reality. It's not like Snape can check." said Harry, and soon he was able to test that theory, as Professor Snape called them to his desk.
"Ok Potter, tell me what you hear," said Snape, raising his clipboard and glaring down at his most hated student.
"I can hear a lot of clocks ticking, and they aren't on the same time. It is very annoying," said Harry, hoping that was the right answer. Professor Snape scowled and marked down a grade on the paper. Since he hated Harry so much, Harry found that to be a good thing.
"Now you, Longbottom, what do you see?" asked Snape. Neville appeared to be quite nervous, but he responded anyway with what he thought to be a satisfying answer.
"Colors. I see lots of colors. They're, um, really vibrant and the way they blend in to each other is amazing," said Neville. Snape wrote his grade on the paper and then they went back to their seats.
"This potion has seemed to work fine for all of you, which suprises me, the bunch of dunderheads that most of you are. I would like you to take out your pensieves that we made at the beginning of the year and put this into them. Then, after the potion has worn off, I would like you to call back upon your thoughts and write down seven things that you didn't notice before, to be handed in on Monday. Class dismissed." said Snape. Harry quickly gathered his stuff and walked out of the classroom with Ron and Hermione.
"Oh this is really the most wonderful potion I think I have ever done. I have to put it in my Pensieve very soon, I don't want to forget any of it. It's amazing the things that you can learn for a Pensieve, isn't it?" said Hermione, but Harry had stopped listening. He had just had a brainstorm.
"I'll be right back, ok?" said Harry as he rushed up a few floors and into Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Harry, this is unexpected. What brings you here?" asked Dumbledore as Harry walked into his office.
"Professor, I just thought of the craziest idea. I was wondering, were you there when Sirius told my parents to switch their secret keeper?" asked Harry. Dumbledore frowned, as if this was something that he didn't want to discuss right now.
"Yes Harry, but it is no use. The minister still believes that Sirius is guilty," said Dumbledore. Harry smiled, that was not what he was thinking of.
"No, do you have it in the pensieve?" asked Harry. Dumbledore's face lit up.
"A great idea, to go and look for it in the pensieve. It's amazing that I didn't think of it myself." said Dumbledore, walking over to the other side of the room to retrieve the pensieve.
"I was thinking, there must be something that can prove Sirius' innocence. We can call for a last-minute appeal, it's in the law. I was wondering if I can look into it." said Harry. Dumbledore got a weird expression on his face.
"I don't want to fill you with false hope. A pensieve, while it is a good piece of evidence, cannot show that Sirius didn't kill all those people, and since everyone still thinks that Peter is dead, I don't know how much good it will do," said Dumbledore. Harry didn't care too much.
"Please Professor, I have to try something. I can't just let them kill him!" exclaimed Harry. Dumbledore let a smile come onto his face.
"I admire your courage. I guess I should let you look into the pensieve. I'll go get it ready," said Dumbledore. He stirred up his thoughts and then brought the big, black calderon Harry pressed his face up to it and took a deep breath.
Before Harry knew it, he was falling fast. Soon he was swept into a room that contained Dumbledore, Sirius, Harry's parents, and, much to his suprise, a baby Harry. Harry's dad looked a lot like Harry, with his unruly black hair and strong build. James was only a little bit older than Harry was in this pensieve, about 21, and the only other difference that Harry could spot between the two was James' eyes, which were deep chocolate brown. Then he looked over at his mother.
Lily Potter's rich auburn hair was down to her shoulders, cropped in a cute bob. Her brilliant green eyes were the same as Harry's, now he knew why everyone kept comparing his to his mother's. She sat on a sofa next to James, gently rocking her young baby back and forth to try and quiet him down. Then Harry noticed his godfather.
If Harry didn't know better, he wouldn't have recognized Sirius. He was tall, dark and handsome, with his short black hair perfectly styled. He wore elaborate black robes, the like of which Harry had never seen before, even on his extremly elaborate teacher Professor Lockhart. This robes were different were very different from the robes that Lockhart wore though. Unlike Lockhart, these robes just made Sirius appear completly kept together. The other thing that Harry noticed was that Sirius couldn't stop smiling. It was amazing that in such a dire situation, Sirius looked as if he was ready to crack a joke.
As Harry looked at these people, something very unusual happened. They turned and looked back at him. Harry thought for a second. This wasn't right. The other people can't see you when you are in the pensieve.
"James?" said his mom. "What is this, some joke? Did you just clone yourself?"
"What do you mean Lily? Of course I didn't clone myself." said James. Harry wondered what had happened, and then he figured it out. The potion that he had messed up hadn't hightened his sense of reality, it had made him more noticeable to other people.
"No, he has your eyes Lily. How extraordinary!" said Dumbledore, who looked younger. Dumbledore didn't seem too suprised at this, if Harry didn't know better he would have thought that Dumbledore knew who he was. Then Harry realized something. He had gone back in time. He could save his parents. He could save Sirius. Harry knew that it was extremly illegal to mess with time, but to have his parents back would be so wonderful...Harry thought for awhile and weighed the options of what he should do. Then he spoke.
"Listen, you've got to believe me. I'm your son Harry. From the future." said Harry. He knew that he shouldn't mess with time, but this could be the oppurtunity to save his parents.
"Yeah, right. How could that happen? Time-turners aren't permitted to anyone, and even if they were you can't go back that far. Are you sure you're not James clone?" asked Sirius with a smile, as if all this was rather amusing. Lily gave Sirius the Look that said, 'I know that you are up to something. This must have been your work.'
"I sort of messed my potion up, and when I came here through Professor Dumbledore's pensieve, you could see me. I can prove it. Mum and Dad, you want Sirius to be the secret keeper. And Sirius, I know that you want my mum and dad to switch to Peter for their secret keeper." said Harry. Sirius looked shocked.
"How did you know that?" asked Sirius, the smile fading from his face as he grew oddly, well, serious.
"I told you, I'm from the future. If you make Peter your secret keeper, he will betray you and you will be killed by Voldemort!" said Harry. Lily gasped, but James didn't seem too convinced.
"Why should we trust you? Could you not be a spy for Remus, ready to tell him exactly who our secret keeper is so he can betray us? I think that's what this is about." said James. Harry was shocked, how could they think that Lupin was the spy.
"Trust me, Lupin isn't the spy. It's Peter, Peter is who you should worry about. I know where you're coming from, but please you have to trust me. I'm trying to save you, don't use Peter as your secret keeper. Use Sirius." said Harry. Lily thought about this for awhile and then voiced an opinion that Harry hadn't even thought of before.
"If someone is after us, they know that we will most likely use Sirius as our secret keeper. He will be harassed, possibly even killed, and after that our secert would be out. We can't lose our lives and risk the life of our best friend in the process." she said.
"Then Sirius can go into hiding too. Make Dumbledore you're secret keeper, he's the only one that Voldemort is afraid of. It makes sense that his supporters would be afraid of him too." said Harry. James seemed to think about this.
"Ok, your plan seems good, better than what I could have thought of. We will have to do it, we can't risk everything like we were going to," said James. Harry smiled and then a sudden thought struck him. What would happen to him now? Dumbledore seemed to be thinking of the same thing because he then spoke up.
"Harry, do you understand what you just did?" asked Dumbledore. Harry shook his head no. "You just changed the past. That is strictly against all wizard law. But nobody can do anything about that now. However, you have just drastically changed your life. When you go back to where you were before, everything will be different. You will be a little baby again."
"I want to do this. If it means that I get to life with my parents instead of the Dursleys-" James cut him off.
"You were living with the Dursleys!?!" asked James, yelling the question loudly.
"Yes, I was. Like I was saying, if I can live with you, then giving up what I have done is worth it," said Harry.
"Ok, then maybe you should be going back now. You don't want to linger here too long," said Dumbledore softly. Harry knew that he should leave too, but something inside him told him not to.
"I guess, but shouldn't I say goodbye?" asked Harry.
"Harry, why don't you just go home now. You will know what has happened here then," said Dumbledore, his voice gentle and full of sympathy for Harry.
"Ok," said Harry. He went back like he would do through the pensieve, but he was stopped. He started spinning, spinning, going backwards. He was getting younger and younger. He was 11 again, now he was 7, now he was 3. This happened until he was less than a year old. He was put into a baby body, and ceased to remember anything.
A/N-Here's my wonderful new story. It's probably going to have some Lily/James in it cuz those are my favorite stories to write, but it will be mostly about Harry's life if he hadn't been the boy who lived. In the next chapter he will be 11, and you will get to meet some of his friends. Harry will also probably have some brothers and sisters. Thanks for reading this far (I know how boring author's notes get but hey they make us feel important!). Please review!
Disclaimer-Harry Potter and all the characters in this chapter belong to J.K. Rowling and some big important people. I am not one of those big important people. Don't sue me!
Chapter One-The Accident
Harry frowned as he made his way to potions class. Professor Snape had never really liked him, and Harry had heard that today he was in a very bad mood. That was just the perfect addition to his already bad day. Harry pulled out his newspaper and saw the thing that was making this day particulary rotten. The headline read Murderer Found, Kiss to be Preformed at Sunset. Below the headline was the picture of Sirius that had always been used in the newspapers, his waxy looking face looking almost dead, his hair in horrible, dirty dreadlocks. This was not the Sirius that Harry had known. The Sirius that Harry knew was one who cared about him and never failed to help him out. Sirius tried to look his best, but getting back to his normal apperance had taken about a year. He didn't smile as much as he used to, but he still smiled a lot. He was full of jokes and helpful advice, the kind of person that anyone would want as a godfather. And now the kiss was to be performed. Harry was afraid for his godfather, afraid of losing him forever.
Harry walked into the potions dungeon and surveyed the room. The bare walls and cold atmosphere of the room could easily be compared to Professor Snape. Snape didn't seem to like the fact that "famous" Harry Potter was late for class, so he took twenty points from Gryffindor. The class was going to be making a potion in pairs today. Ron and Hermione had already teamed up, so Harry quickly sat down at the back of the classroom, waiting for the lesson to begin.
"Today we will be making a rather advanced potion. I want you all to do this well, as it will be a main point of your final exams. This potion is used to highten your sense of reality, and you will need to do exactly as I say or it will not turn out right. Now, let me partner you up and you will be able to begin." said Professor Snape. He partnered Harry up with Neville Longbottom and they started to make the potion. Harry was trying to do everything perfectly, which was not easy as Neville was very bad at potions. After about fifteen minutes, something that Harry had feared would happen since he had been paired up with Neville happened.
"Harry, I added too much dragon's blood. Oh no, I can't do this potion wrong. I'm already most likely going to fail anyway!" Neville whispered in his ear. Harry sighed.
"Just pretend that you have a highted sense of reality. It's not like Snape can check." said Harry, and soon he was able to test that theory, as Professor Snape called them to his desk.
"Ok Potter, tell me what you hear," said Snape, raising his clipboard and glaring down at his most hated student.
"I can hear a lot of clocks ticking, and they aren't on the same time. It is very annoying," said Harry, hoping that was the right answer. Professor Snape scowled and marked down a grade on the paper. Since he hated Harry so much, Harry found that to be a good thing.
"Now you, Longbottom, what do you see?" asked Snape. Neville appeared to be quite nervous, but he responded anyway with what he thought to be a satisfying answer.
"Colors. I see lots of colors. They're, um, really vibrant and the way they blend in to each other is amazing," said Neville. Snape wrote his grade on the paper and then they went back to their seats.
"This potion has seemed to work fine for all of you, which suprises me, the bunch of dunderheads that most of you are. I would like you to take out your pensieves that we made at the beginning of the year and put this into them. Then, after the potion has worn off, I would like you to call back upon your thoughts and write down seven things that you didn't notice before, to be handed in on Monday. Class dismissed." said Snape. Harry quickly gathered his stuff and walked out of the classroom with Ron and Hermione.
"Oh this is really the most wonderful potion I think I have ever done. I have to put it in my Pensieve very soon, I don't want to forget any of it. It's amazing the things that you can learn for a Pensieve, isn't it?" said Hermione, but Harry had stopped listening. He had just had a brainstorm.
"I'll be right back, ok?" said Harry as he rushed up a few floors and into Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Harry, this is unexpected. What brings you here?" asked Dumbledore as Harry walked into his office.
"Professor, I just thought of the craziest idea. I was wondering, were you there when Sirius told my parents to switch their secret keeper?" asked Harry. Dumbledore frowned, as if this was something that he didn't want to discuss right now.
"Yes Harry, but it is no use. The minister still believes that Sirius is guilty," said Dumbledore. Harry smiled, that was not what he was thinking of.
"No, do you have it in the pensieve?" asked Harry. Dumbledore's face lit up.
"A great idea, to go and look for it in the pensieve. It's amazing that I didn't think of it myself." said Dumbledore, walking over to the other side of the room to retrieve the pensieve.
"I was thinking, there must be something that can prove Sirius' innocence. We can call for a last-minute appeal, it's in the law. I was wondering if I can look into it." said Harry. Dumbledore got a weird expression on his face.
"I don't want to fill you with false hope. A pensieve, while it is a good piece of evidence, cannot show that Sirius didn't kill all those people, and since everyone still thinks that Peter is dead, I don't know how much good it will do," said Dumbledore. Harry didn't care too much.
"Please Professor, I have to try something. I can't just let them kill him!" exclaimed Harry. Dumbledore let a smile come onto his face.
"I admire your courage. I guess I should let you look into the pensieve. I'll go get it ready," said Dumbledore. He stirred up his thoughts and then brought the big, black calderon Harry pressed his face up to it and took a deep breath.
Before Harry knew it, he was falling fast. Soon he was swept into a room that contained Dumbledore, Sirius, Harry's parents, and, much to his suprise, a baby Harry. Harry's dad looked a lot like Harry, with his unruly black hair and strong build. James was only a little bit older than Harry was in this pensieve, about 21, and the only other difference that Harry could spot between the two was James' eyes, which were deep chocolate brown. Then he looked over at his mother.
Lily Potter's rich auburn hair was down to her shoulders, cropped in a cute bob. Her brilliant green eyes were the same as Harry's, now he knew why everyone kept comparing his to his mother's. She sat on a sofa next to James, gently rocking her young baby back and forth to try and quiet him down. Then Harry noticed his godfather.
If Harry didn't know better, he wouldn't have recognized Sirius. He was tall, dark and handsome, with his short black hair perfectly styled. He wore elaborate black robes, the like of which Harry had never seen before, even on his extremly elaborate teacher Professor Lockhart. This robes were different were very different from the robes that Lockhart wore though. Unlike Lockhart, these robes just made Sirius appear completly kept together. The other thing that Harry noticed was that Sirius couldn't stop smiling. It was amazing that in such a dire situation, Sirius looked as if he was ready to crack a joke.
As Harry looked at these people, something very unusual happened. They turned and looked back at him. Harry thought for a second. This wasn't right. The other people can't see you when you are in the pensieve.
"James?" said his mom. "What is this, some joke? Did you just clone yourself?"
"What do you mean Lily? Of course I didn't clone myself." said James. Harry wondered what had happened, and then he figured it out. The potion that he had messed up hadn't hightened his sense of reality, it had made him more noticeable to other people.
"No, he has your eyes Lily. How extraordinary!" said Dumbledore, who looked younger. Dumbledore didn't seem too suprised at this, if Harry didn't know better he would have thought that Dumbledore knew who he was. Then Harry realized something. He had gone back in time. He could save his parents. He could save Sirius. Harry knew that it was extremly illegal to mess with time, but to have his parents back would be so wonderful...Harry thought for awhile and weighed the options of what he should do. Then he spoke.
"Listen, you've got to believe me. I'm your son Harry. From the future." said Harry. He knew that he shouldn't mess with time, but this could be the oppurtunity to save his parents.
"Yeah, right. How could that happen? Time-turners aren't permitted to anyone, and even if they were you can't go back that far. Are you sure you're not James clone?" asked Sirius with a smile, as if all this was rather amusing. Lily gave Sirius the Look that said, 'I know that you are up to something. This must have been your work.'
"I sort of messed my potion up, and when I came here through Professor Dumbledore's pensieve, you could see me. I can prove it. Mum and Dad, you want Sirius to be the secret keeper. And Sirius, I know that you want my mum and dad to switch to Peter for their secret keeper." said Harry. Sirius looked shocked.
"How did you know that?" asked Sirius, the smile fading from his face as he grew oddly, well, serious.
"I told you, I'm from the future. If you make Peter your secret keeper, he will betray you and you will be killed by Voldemort!" said Harry. Lily gasped, but James didn't seem too convinced.
"Why should we trust you? Could you not be a spy for Remus, ready to tell him exactly who our secret keeper is so he can betray us? I think that's what this is about." said James. Harry was shocked, how could they think that Lupin was the spy.
"Trust me, Lupin isn't the spy. It's Peter, Peter is who you should worry about. I know where you're coming from, but please you have to trust me. I'm trying to save you, don't use Peter as your secret keeper. Use Sirius." said Harry. Lily thought about this for awhile and then voiced an opinion that Harry hadn't even thought of before.
"If someone is after us, they know that we will most likely use Sirius as our secret keeper. He will be harassed, possibly even killed, and after that our secert would be out. We can't lose our lives and risk the life of our best friend in the process." she said.
"Then Sirius can go into hiding too. Make Dumbledore you're secret keeper, he's the only one that Voldemort is afraid of. It makes sense that his supporters would be afraid of him too." said Harry. James seemed to think about this.
"Ok, your plan seems good, better than what I could have thought of. We will have to do it, we can't risk everything like we were going to," said James. Harry smiled and then a sudden thought struck him. What would happen to him now? Dumbledore seemed to be thinking of the same thing because he then spoke up.
"Harry, do you understand what you just did?" asked Dumbledore. Harry shook his head no. "You just changed the past. That is strictly against all wizard law. But nobody can do anything about that now. However, you have just drastically changed your life. When you go back to where you were before, everything will be different. You will be a little baby again."
"I want to do this. If it means that I get to life with my parents instead of the Dursleys-" James cut him off.
"You were living with the Dursleys!?!" asked James, yelling the question loudly.
"Yes, I was. Like I was saying, if I can live with you, then giving up what I have done is worth it," said Harry.
"Ok, then maybe you should be going back now. You don't want to linger here too long," said Dumbledore softly. Harry knew that he should leave too, but something inside him told him not to.
"I guess, but shouldn't I say goodbye?" asked Harry.
"Harry, why don't you just go home now. You will know what has happened here then," said Dumbledore, his voice gentle and full of sympathy for Harry.
"Ok," said Harry. He went back like he would do through the pensieve, but he was stopped. He started spinning, spinning, going backwards. He was getting younger and younger. He was 11 again, now he was 7, now he was 3. This happened until he was less than a year old. He was put into a baby body, and ceased to remember anything.
A/N-Here's my wonderful new story. It's probably going to have some Lily/James in it cuz those are my favorite stories to write, but it will be mostly about Harry's life if he hadn't been the boy who lived. In the next chapter he will be 11, and you will get to meet some of his friends. Harry will also probably have some brothers and sisters. Thanks for reading this far (I know how boring author's notes get but hey they make us feel important!). Please review!
Disclaimer-Harry Potter and all the characters in this chapter belong to J.K. Rowling and some big important people. I am not one of those big important people. Don't sue me!