LILY POTTER AND THE CHANGE OF TIME
Warning – This is the sequel to Harry Potter, Time Traveler. If you have not read, Harry Potter, Time Traveler, I would highly recommend it as this story will get very confusing. You may not recognize many of the characters and may have no idea what is going on if you do not read it.
Summary – Harry Potter is supposed to be dead. But thanks to the Book of Time and a little time traveling back in his fifth year, he is now alive. Now Lily must overcome the obstacles of being a typical teenage witch and finding out where time got changed because you never want to mess with fate. Sometimes it does not always come out for the best…but yet…sometimes it does.
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter, the characters, or the Harry Potter world. They all belong to the fabulous J.K. Rowling. However, while I do not own their names, the characters and the personality traits of Lily Potter, Eddie Weasley, Daris Malfoy, Christof Nott, as well as Asher Lazard and Robyn Andrews all belong to me.
Chapter 5 – The Destroying of Souls:
A cold breeze hit the Riddle House in Little Hangleton shaking it, as though some kind of earthquake had suddenly occurred. The old pipes and wood paneling made noises when the wind hit against it, causing the Muggles of Little Hangleton to fear the house even more; it gave it such an eerie feeling.
It was a dark, cold, January night. Pure, white snow covered the graveyard, giving it a clean, yet melancholy feeling. It was completely deserted; though the same could not be said of the Riddle House. Inside the cold, dark house, there were five men, all sleeping comfortably on moth eaten sofas and blankets with a warm, blazing fire crackling in a hearth. One of them was sleeping on the cold, frozen floor, tightening his robes around him, trying to get warm.
Another breeze hit the house and there was no recollection of the Pop! that sounded in the front yard. The figures in the house felt the breeze, causing them to take their cloaks and tighten them around them. But, they did not notice the shadow of a figure that walked past the front window. If they had awoken up, they would have seen that the figure was tall and skinny, wearing a long black cloak. He dragged himself up the front steps to the Riddle House and quietly knocked on the door.
The sleeping figure on the floor, an old, short, chubby man resembling a mouse, stirred in his sleep as another fist pounded on the door. Groaning irritably, the mouse-like man got up from the floor, mumbling under his breath as so not to wake the other sleeping men. While wrapping his cloak around him even tighter, he answered the front door.
"Who is it?" he asked in an annoyed squeaky voice. Even his voice was mouse-like. The man was annoyed because he was not happy about being awoken in the middle of the night, but he did not have courage to point that out to the man at the door. The figure standing in the doorway lowered his hood, revealing a young man with white blonde hair and a pale pointed face.
"Wormtail, I need to speak with the Dark Lord," the figure said in a hasty whisper. "It's urgent." The figure's voice was cold, cruel, and dawling. Anyone who looked at him would know that the frown on his face would represent the fact that he was bringing extremely unpleasant news. The man mouse-like man known as Wormtail, quickly moved aside, letting the figure inside the house.
"Is he awake?"
"I don't think so," said Wormtail uncertainly, shivering. The figure was not sure if Wormtail was not shivering due to the cold or out of fear. "But, I shall go see. He has been waiting to speak with you. Follow me."
The two men tip-toed towards the creaky staircase and carefully walked up the stairs, so as to not wake anyone. They reached a long door at the end of the hallway which they both knew was the master bedroom.
Shivering in what was certainly now fear, Wormtail timidly knocked on the door. The two men heard a frustrated groan and loud thundering around the room before the door was thrusted open and a hideous man stood before them.
Neither one of them could believe that he was a man. How could a man look like that? He resembled more of monstrous snake than a man. He was tall and extremely thin. His face was pale, paler than white chalk and he had scars and blisters all over his skin. His slit-like eyes were like fire, blood red and filled with hate and anger. Long pale fingers, like those of a skeleton ran over the doorknob while the other twirled a wand. Finally, his nostrils flared up, like that of a snake. It was Lord Voldemort.
"What?" he snapped at Wormtail. His voice was cold and high and sent chills down both men's spines. Wormtail cowered under his master's glare.
"My…my M-Master…D-Draco ha-has come t-t-t-o see you…" the small, mouse-like man stuttered nervously. Voldemort's gaze turned from furious to a softer tone as he looked at the young man with white blonde hair, known as Draco. He smiled grinned maliciously.
"Ahhhh, Draco," he sneered through his snake-like nostrils. "I was beginning to think you'd lost your way."
"Of course not, my Master," replied Draco, nodding and bowing his head towards the monster. "Never…"
"Come in, Draco…come in…" Voldemort stepped aside and allowed Draco to enter his sanctuary before turning back to Wormtail. His gaze immediately became one of absolute disgust.
"You can go now, Wormtail," he snapped at the old man. Wormtail whimpered and nodded before scurrying off like a little mouse. Voldemort laughed and gave a grunt of disgust before closing the door behind him and turning towards Draco.
"So, tell me Draco, are the rumors true? Are my new memories true? Or am I losing my mind?" Voldemort asked somberly, his eyes focused directly on the young man in front of him. Draco sighed, fearful for how the Dark Lord would react.
"My son overheard young Lily Potter and Edward Weasley discussing it while at Hogwarts," answered the young man. "Yes, the rumors are confirmed. Yes, your memories are telling you the truth. No, you are not losing your mind. Harry Potter is very much alive and never truly joined you, but served as a spy for the Order."
"You base this all on conversation between two teenagers?" snarled Voldemort, hissing and advancing on Draco. Draco gasped and took a step back, pressing against the opposite wall of the bedroom. "But your mind tells me that you're sure of yourself. Tell me, Draco, how are you so sure of these rumors? Is it because of Daris's suspicions when he heard Potter and Weasley talking?"
"No," Draco replied quietly, choosing his words carefully. "Truth be told, my Lord, I myself have all of the new memories as well. I'm sure all the other Death Eaters have as well, just not sure if they are losing their minds or not. It's true, my Lord, Harry Potter is most certainly alive. I am sure of it."
Voldemort let out a high furious shriek before picking up a small glass of water and throwing it at the opposite wall. The glass shattered into a million tiny pieces, scattering all around the room. He threw his wand into the air and lightning struck the roof, creating a giant hole in the ceiling. Draco screamed, stumbling backwards and flinching in fear. He knew what he this so-called was capable of and he did not want to feel the pain of the Cruciatus Curse tonight, not that he felt it often. For all he knew, Voldemort would use the Killing Curse on him; it was not unheard of. The next thing Draco knew, Voldemort was not using his wand and had begun hexing and cursing everything in sight, everything except maybe Draco, who was holding his breath and staring at the snake-like monster as he cursed his mouth off and hexed everything he laid eyes on.
"You've down well, Draco," hissed Voldemort, finally calming down and pocketing his wand. "You shall be rewarded." Draco, still trembling severely, managed to give a deep bow to his master.
"Thank you, my master, thank you," he said sincerely. Finally, he looked back at Voldemort and bit his lip. "My Lord? What are we going to do with Harry Potter?" Voldemort looked at Draco and considered him for a moment before responding.
"It's actually a simple solution," sneered Voldemort. "We try and destroy the one person that means most to him."
"You mean Lily Potter?"
"Oh yes. Yes, that is exactly what I mean. But we're not going to do things the old fashioned way," said Voldemort slowly. "We shall be doing things a little…differently. It will definitely be a little fun."
"And it shall harm Lily Potter?"
"It will, my friend, it will," said the monster smiling quite evilly. "More than you could ever imagine." Voldemort ran to his bedside table and took a small box into his skeleton-like fingers. It was one of the few things that Voldemort had not cursed in the room. Opening the box, Voldemort took out the object within it. The monster raised his wand at the object, muttered a few words, and poured his dark magic into it before handing it to Draco.
"Give this to our newest recruit. She will make sure it falls into the proper hands, putting the plan in motion," said Voldemort handing Draco the object.
"What plan?"
"That's none of your concern," he said in a deathly whisper. Draco gulped and took a step back, asking no more questions. Voldemort continued:
"I am quite fond of our new recruit, Draco. But I will not worry about her. She knows all about my plan and she knows what to do; she is more than capable. Just make sure she gets it or you will suffer the consequences, Draco." Draco nodded in understanding, looking at the object with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, my Master!" said Draco proudly, pocketing the object. "Consider this mission done; and it will be done successfully!" Voldemort turned away from him to stare out the window, twirling his wand within his fingers.
"We will have Lily Potter's soul and Harry Potter's life after this. It will work so brilliantly!" Draco realized that Voldmort was now talking to himself. He stood there, his jaw set, listening to him intently; but he did not dare say anything. "We'll be killing two little mockingbirds with one song.
Draco watched, horrified as Voldemort threw his head back and laughed; echoing throughout the deserted graveyard.
Far away, in the castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry Potter awoke with a start; his scar burning like a blazing fire, unable to remember the dream that he had just had. All he knew was how much his scar hurt, and that could only mean one of two things; Voldemort was feeling something to an extreme; whether it was anger or happiness, or that he was close by. Being inside the protection of the castle, Harry knew that Voldemort was nowhere near him or Lily. So that had to mean that he was feeling something; something extreme.
Harry's thoughts immediately jumped to Lily and her safety. Panicking over the fact that his scar was burning, Harry threw on his dressing robe and sprinted out of his guest bedroom that was provided for him by the Room of Requirement Hogwarts and dashed quickly down the corridors towards Gryffindor Tower. He was completely out of breath when he saw the Fat Lady sleeping in her portrait. Harry hastily woke her and she snorted, looking around sleepily.
"Wha?" she whined in a daze. She looked angry at first but when her eyes saw Harry, she smiled tenderly. "Hello Harry dear. How are you? What are you doing wandering around the castle so late?"
"I'm doing fine, thanks," muttered Harry, trying to be polite, but he felt that this was rather urgent. "I just came to make sure that Lily is alright."
"Oh, I believe she went to sleep a while ago," said the Fat Lady, looking through the portrait. "She seemed alright; though she did seem bothered about something. She was in deep thought all night, that girl was."
Harry sighed and looked at his feet, knowing exactly what she was probably thinking about. He shuffled his feet and looked back up at the Fat Lady.
"Could you let me in so that I can see her?" Harry asked curiously. The Fat Lady looked sympathetic, but shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I can't let you in; not without a password, dearie," she said sympathetically.
"Oh, yeah of course! The password is 'gingerbread,'" said Harry. Hermione had personally given Harry the password; just in case he ever wanted to check on Lily, like now for instance.
The Fat Lady looked quite startled that Harry knew the password, but she had no choice but to let him inside. Her portrait swung open and Harry crawled through the Portrait Hole and into the Common Room, which was completely deserted.
Harry could not help but chuckle and smile at the memories that he shared here with Ron, Hermione, and even Ginny. He sighed quietly knowing all those memories were exactly that; memories. Brushing the thought out of his mind, Harry quietly tip-toed into the fifth year girl's dormitories and timidly opened the door. Inside there were three beds with three sleeping girls within them. Harry quietly walked over to the bed closest to the window, knowing that it would be Lily's because she loved opening the window for some fresh air while she slept, and pulled back the hangings. He smiled as he looked down at the sleeping form of his daughter.
Her hair was messier than normal, with blonde strands falling in her sleeping eyes. Harry brushed them away and smiled as Lily continued sleeping peacefully and safely. That was Harry's main concern. His first and only priority was Lily's happiness and her safety. Harry remembered why he had come here in the first place and it was because his scar was burning horribly. It caused him to panic and Harry instantly thought that Lily's life could be in possible danger. The thought of Voldemort being a threat to Lily raised an array of emotions in his chest; panic, anger, hatred, and love. These emotions made him feel like he was going to explode.
Harry took his hand and gently reached out, gently patting the top of Lily's head. He knew that he loved Lily with all his heart and soul and would do anything for her. That's why he needed to change things to the way that they used to be; for Lily's happiness. He simply did not care about what everyone else thought; the only thing that mattered was what his baby girl, his pride and joy, his flesh and blood. The only thing that mattered to him was what she wanted; and she would get just that; no matter how many people protested that Lily was not sure of what she wanted.
Harry looked at her one more time before closing the hangings and quietly dashing out of the dormitory. He quietly closed the door and tip-toed out of the Common Room, not noticing the tall red-headed boy sitting on the sofa glaring angrily and jealously at his retreated back.
A note from the Jitterbelle. Just so everyone knows, Harry coming back to the future and changing time is NOT the main plot of this story. I know many of you do not like the story right now as a result but trust me, it gets good. It's just a matter of making the story flow better.
Coming in Chapter 6 - Eddie and Lily's summer before sixth year...some interesting things happen...pretty long chapter...
