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It's 10 years after Voldemort's defeat. Harry Potter is no longer the Harry Potter we know. He's moody and irritable. His past haunts him constantly and he has shunned all his friends. Everything he does is to wipe out the remaining Death Eaters. His powers are unmatched by anyone in the entire world and all those who were associated with Voldemort have either taken cover or are foolishly trying to put back together their lives, hoping against hope Harry Potter will not find them. But Harry always gets his man.
Back 11 years. Harry Potter is still the innocent boy we know. He's got a lot of pressure on him to defeat the Dark Lord but he still manages to have some kind of life thanks to his friends.
The worlds clash. The moody Harry Potter is thrown brutally back in time to the place he has nightmares about. Can he change time, or will he even care?
Disclaimer: I am most assuredly not JK Rowling. I'm probably ruining the characters anyway. Sorry! Oh, and I sincerely hope Harry doesn't turn out like my future depiction of him!!!
Unforgiven
I kept up
With the prophecy you spoke
I kept up with the message inside
Lost sight of the irony
Of twisted fate
Lost sight of my soul and its void
Think I'm unforgiven to this world
Took a chance at deceiving myself
To share in the consequence of lies
Childish with my
Reasoning and pride
Godless to the extent that I died
Think I'm unforgiven to this world
Think I'm unforgiven
-Creed
Chapter 1: Back to Azkaban
Harry smirked. This almost didn't seem worth his time.almost.
"Please no!" Cried the Death Eater before him.
"Let me guess," Harry said, his voice filled with anger. "You never listened to your victims either." He raised his hands over his head and brought them swishing down, performing a complicated piece of wandless magic. The extreme force of the spell flung the terrified man out the nearest window into the waiting arms of a ministry official.
Harry cursed. "What are you doing here?!?" He quickly appeared right in front of the offending Ministry official. The poor woman looked terrified. Her hands fumbled as she grabbed a portkey and vanished.
"Not again!" Harry moaned. He clenched his fist. He would never live that down. Every time he went after a Death Eater, some Ministry idiot would be there to pick them up. He'd only killed someone once!
He kicked the ground violently achieving nothing but a very painful big toe. He didn't even flinch. Pain could be controlled. It could only affect you if you let it. That's why it hurt to go to sleep. He let his guard down.
He blew off a little more steam before appearing back home. He took a brief shower and then grabbed a pathetic supper. It really never mattered to him what he ate. His food's only job required it to keep him alive, after that, it really didn't matter. He reluctantly went to bed after he finished.
The second he closed his eyes he saw everything that had happened. He swore and lay with his eyes open for as long as he could manage. Finally went into an uneasy sleep.
"No please!" The Death Eater screamed. No! Harry had become the Death Eater!
"Let me guess, you never listened to your victims either," said the figure above him.
Harry caught a glimpse of red eyes. The figure raised a wand. Harry quickly summoned a shield charm to mind and uttered the spell that would save him. It didn't work. His powers had vanished!
He felt himself blasted out the window and fell to the feet of yet another figure. He scrambled to him feet, desperate not to show signs of weakness. He looked into the face of his attacker.
It was Ron. The face showed no rage, no fury or battle lust. It was pity.
"Look what's happened to you," he said, his voice matching his eyes.
Harry clenched his fist. "I don't need your pity!" He screamed. "I don't need anybody!"
"But you do." Ron had morphed into Hermione. "You will always need someone. You deny it to yourself."
"I hate you!" Harry screamed.
Hermione didn't look hurt like Harry had expected. Her expression didn't change. She reached out her hand and touched Harry on the shoulder. There was a flash of bright light and Harry found himself at Hogwarts in his dormitory. He saw each of the 5 beds in the dorm.
"Wake up, Harry! Presents!" a younger version of Ron Weasley appeared, sticking his head in the door.
One of the curtains surrounding a bed moved. The occupant searched desperately for the divide in them. The curtains ripped open and Harry looked into the face of his younger self. He felt his heart ache. His childish face didn't have a care in the world. He jumped out of the bed and ran straight through Harry to the door. He paused right before he went out.
"It's your fault, you know. You killed her. You lost them all." Then he grinned again and raced out of the room.
Harry paled. He knew the truth. Harry had killed them. He had killed everyone. But that kind of pain got you killed. Harry closed his eye and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes, the room had disappeared. He stood in front of Hermione again.
"What do you say?"
"I'm sorry," Harry chocked out. "I didn't mean to!"
"Yes you did," Hermione said, her eyes flashing. "You could have saved me! You killed me! You killed me!"
Harry fell sobbing to his knees. "No!" He screamed. "No!" He put his head against the ground. "It was an accident! I wouldn't! I didn't mean to hurt you!"
"But you did," said a soft voice in Harry's ear. Harry jerked his head up. Voldemort stood before him. "You killed the only ones you cared about. It's no wonder your parents didn't stick around long enough to raise you."
"No," Harry whispered.
"What? Do you honestly think you're a hero? Do you fancy yourself the famous and wonderful Harry Potter now?"
"I don't!" Harry screamed. He felt the power course through him. He raised his hand and stumbled to his feet. He yelled the curse that would destroy his enemy and flew straight toward Voldemort. No! The curse shot at him! He was Voldemort! He was the murderer who all feared. He had killed everyone.
"No."
Harry sat up with a jerk just as the curse hit him. He yelled in agony. It felt as if every inch of his skin burned. He blocked it out of his mind. The sudden motion had jarred all the cuts and bruises he always forced himself to tune out.
He flung his pillow across the room. "It wasn't my fault," he whispered, angrily. "I didn't mean to."
* * *
Harry woke up the next morning feeling as if he hadn't slept at all. He summoned one of his potions that he made for that very purpose, and consequently went through them very quickly. He drank it all to the last drop and felt the energy course though him. His didn't eat anything for breakfast. The potion gave all the strength that he needed. He changed into his day wear and pulled out one of his world maps.
The maps resembled the Marauders Map in that they had small dots moving all over them. Except in this case, all the dots represented Death Eaters. A large cluster surrounded the island of Azkaban. He looked closer at the wizard prison. A small dot moved slowly across the lake. Harry smiled a little bit.
"I suppose you didn't lie," Harry said to the dot. "You would escape."
He grabbed his wand, which could come in handy at times for spells that couldn't be summoned by wandless magic, and vanished.
Seconds later he appeared by the shore where the Azkaban prison could be seen. Sure enough, he saw a small raft coming towards him. Harry waved pleasantly at it, expecting it to try to turn around. Instead, the figure on it stood up. Harry could see Draco Malfoy's dirty, but still exceptionally blonde hair from there. The figure waved at him.
"It's too late!" yelled the figure. "I'm already gone!"
Harry's smile faded. He concentrated his mind on the figure on the raft. Harry's eyes flew open. It was an illusion conjured up by magic!
Harry grinned again. "Nice try, Malfoy." When sensing the figure, he caught onto the trail of magic that a wand unavoidingly left when performing powerful magic. "God, could this guy get any stupider?" Harry thought as he smoothly transformed into a lion to follow the trail easier and swifter. He soon came to a break in the trail of magic. It went off in two directions. Harry transform right from the lion into a unicorn. He didn't particularly like unicorns, but they could sense magic a mile away. Yes, the stronger magic came from one direction. He followed the weaker path. He had felt the magic steadily getting weaker as he went on. The strong path seemed the obvious decoy.
He ran so swiftly as a unicorn that any who might have seen him passing could only report a blur.
He could sense strong magic up ahead. A wizard. He slowed his pace and changed back into a human. He crept toward where he knew to be a clearing. Voices floated out from it.
"Give us another chance to renew our strength and grant us the time we desire. Let time be open to the chosen few!"
Harry saw a flash of light in the clearing. He quickened his pace, making less noise than a field mouse. What the small clearing contained suddenly became apparent.
A huge portal sat in the middle of the clearing with about ten people in Death Eater costumes standing around it, each holding what appeared to be a bag of herbs.
One Death Eater walked forward and lowered its hood-Malfoy. "We have done it. Now we can undo what should not have happened." He dropped the bag of herbs and took a step toward it. He seemed to weaken without the herbs. Harry had felt a strange pressure on him when he saw the portal.
"I am worthy!" Malfoy said, gasping. "Let me through!"
There was a flash of light and Harry saw Malfoy thrown backwards.
He landed on his back and scrambled to his feet. "No! I am worthy!"
Harry made his move. "Sorry to break up the party, but I really do love strange portals, especially when they make idiots out of escape convicts."
The Death Eaters snapped into action. They didn't even seem surprised to see him there. They had probably been expecting him from the beginning. They started throwing hexes at him. Harry changed into a cobra to be a harder target. He skidded under the Death Eater's legs, changing suddenly back into a human and stunning some before changing again and darting off somewhere else. One hit Malfoy right in the chest and he fell to the ground. Normally he would have simply cursed them all with one big curse, but portals were tricky business and if he didn't exercise caution, he could set off an explosion killing anyone within a 40 mile radius.
Finally the Death Eaters lay stunned on the ground. Harry stepped in front of the portal and tried to remember how to removed one. He blocked out the world around him. Portals required undivided attention and if his mind wasn't fully concentrated on it, his attempts could end in his own horrible demise.
"The service here has been fulfilled-" Harry began. He was stopped by a terrible pain in his back. He looked back and saw Draco Malfoy standing there, looking oddly older, with his wand pointed at Harry's back. He shot another spell at Harry. More pain accompanied the first.
"You've ruined everything, Potter! But.not.this!" He shot another spell with each word. Harry stumbled forward. His vision blurred and everything darkened. He fell forward and heard Malfoy's scream of rage before everything went pitch black.
It's 10 years after Voldemort's defeat. Harry Potter is no longer the Harry Potter we know. He's moody and irritable. His past haunts him constantly and he has shunned all his friends. Everything he does is to wipe out the remaining Death Eaters. His powers are unmatched by anyone in the entire world and all those who were associated with Voldemort have either taken cover or are foolishly trying to put back together their lives, hoping against hope Harry Potter will not find them. But Harry always gets his man.
Back 11 years. Harry Potter is still the innocent boy we know. He's got a lot of pressure on him to defeat the Dark Lord but he still manages to have some kind of life thanks to his friends.
The worlds clash. The moody Harry Potter is thrown brutally back in time to the place he has nightmares about. Can he change time, or will he even care?
Disclaimer: I am most assuredly not JK Rowling. I'm probably ruining the characters anyway. Sorry! Oh, and I sincerely hope Harry doesn't turn out like my future depiction of him!!!
Unforgiven
I kept up
With the prophecy you spoke
I kept up with the message inside
Lost sight of the irony
Of twisted fate
Lost sight of my soul and its void
Think I'm unforgiven to this world
Took a chance at deceiving myself
To share in the consequence of lies
Childish with my
Reasoning and pride
Godless to the extent that I died
Think I'm unforgiven to this world
Think I'm unforgiven
-Creed
Chapter 1: Back to Azkaban
Harry smirked. This almost didn't seem worth his time.almost.
"Please no!" Cried the Death Eater before him.
"Let me guess," Harry said, his voice filled with anger. "You never listened to your victims either." He raised his hands over his head and brought them swishing down, performing a complicated piece of wandless magic. The extreme force of the spell flung the terrified man out the nearest window into the waiting arms of a ministry official.
Harry cursed. "What are you doing here?!?" He quickly appeared right in front of the offending Ministry official. The poor woman looked terrified. Her hands fumbled as she grabbed a portkey and vanished.
"Not again!" Harry moaned. He clenched his fist. He would never live that down. Every time he went after a Death Eater, some Ministry idiot would be there to pick them up. He'd only killed someone once!
He kicked the ground violently achieving nothing but a very painful big toe. He didn't even flinch. Pain could be controlled. It could only affect you if you let it. That's why it hurt to go to sleep. He let his guard down.
He blew off a little more steam before appearing back home. He took a brief shower and then grabbed a pathetic supper. It really never mattered to him what he ate. His food's only job required it to keep him alive, after that, it really didn't matter. He reluctantly went to bed after he finished.
The second he closed his eyes he saw everything that had happened. He swore and lay with his eyes open for as long as he could manage. Finally went into an uneasy sleep.
"No please!" The Death Eater screamed. No! Harry had become the Death Eater!
"Let me guess, you never listened to your victims either," said the figure above him.
Harry caught a glimpse of red eyes. The figure raised a wand. Harry quickly summoned a shield charm to mind and uttered the spell that would save him. It didn't work. His powers had vanished!
He felt himself blasted out the window and fell to the feet of yet another figure. He scrambled to him feet, desperate not to show signs of weakness. He looked into the face of his attacker.
It was Ron. The face showed no rage, no fury or battle lust. It was pity.
"Look what's happened to you," he said, his voice matching his eyes.
Harry clenched his fist. "I don't need your pity!" He screamed. "I don't need anybody!"
"But you do." Ron had morphed into Hermione. "You will always need someone. You deny it to yourself."
"I hate you!" Harry screamed.
Hermione didn't look hurt like Harry had expected. Her expression didn't change. She reached out her hand and touched Harry on the shoulder. There was a flash of bright light and Harry found himself at Hogwarts in his dormitory. He saw each of the 5 beds in the dorm.
"Wake up, Harry! Presents!" a younger version of Ron Weasley appeared, sticking his head in the door.
One of the curtains surrounding a bed moved. The occupant searched desperately for the divide in them. The curtains ripped open and Harry looked into the face of his younger self. He felt his heart ache. His childish face didn't have a care in the world. He jumped out of the bed and ran straight through Harry to the door. He paused right before he went out.
"It's your fault, you know. You killed her. You lost them all." Then he grinned again and raced out of the room.
Harry paled. He knew the truth. Harry had killed them. He had killed everyone. But that kind of pain got you killed. Harry closed his eye and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes, the room had disappeared. He stood in front of Hermione again.
"What do you say?"
"I'm sorry," Harry chocked out. "I didn't mean to!"
"Yes you did," Hermione said, her eyes flashing. "You could have saved me! You killed me! You killed me!"
Harry fell sobbing to his knees. "No!" He screamed. "No!" He put his head against the ground. "It was an accident! I wouldn't! I didn't mean to hurt you!"
"But you did," said a soft voice in Harry's ear. Harry jerked his head up. Voldemort stood before him. "You killed the only ones you cared about. It's no wonder your parents didn't stick around long enough to raise you."
"No," Harry whispered.
"What? Do you honestly think you're a hero? Do you fancy yourself the famous and wonderful Harry Potter now?"
"I don't!" Harry screamed. He felt the power course through him. He raised his hand and stumbled to his feet. He yelled the curse that would destroy his enemy and flew straight toward Voldemort. No! The curse shot at him! He was Voldemort! He was the murderer who all feared. He had killed everyone.
"No."
Harry sat up with a jerk just as the curse hit him. He yelled in agony. It felt as if every inch of his skin burned. He blocked it out of his mind. The sudden motion had jarred all the cuts and bruises he always forced himself to tune out.
He flung his pillow across the room. "It wasn't my fault," he whispered, angrily. "I didn't mean to."
* * *
Harry woke up the next morning feeling as if he hadn't slept at all. He summoned one of his potions that he made for that very purpose, and consequently went through them very quickly. He drank it all to the last drop and felt the energy course though him. His didn't eat anything for breakfast. The potion gave all the strength that he needed. He changed into his day wear and pulled out one of his world maps.
The maps resembled the Marauders Map in that they had small dots moving all over them. Except in this case, all the dots represented Death Eaters. A large cluster surrounded the island of Azkaban. He looked closer at the wizard prison. A small dot moved slowly across the lake. Harry smiled a little bit.
"I suppose you didn't lie," Harry said to the dot. "You would escape."
He grabbed his wand, which could come in handy at times for spells that couldn't be summoned by wandless magic, and vanished.
Seconds later he appeared by the shore where the Azkaban prison could be seen. Sure enough, he saw a small raft coming towards him. Harry waved pleasantly at it, expecting it to try to turn around. Instead, the figure on it stood up. Harry could see Draco Malfoy's dirty, but still exceptionally blonde hair from there. The figure waved at him.
"It's too late!" yelled the figure. "I'm already gone!"
Harry's smile faded. He concentrated his mind on the figure on the raft. Harry's eyes flew open. It was an illusion conjured up by magic!
Harry grinned again. "Nice try, Malfoy." When sensing the figure, he caught onto the trail of magic that a wand unavoidingly left when performing powerful magic. "God, could this guy get any stupider?" Harry thought as he smoothly transformed into a lion to follow the trail easier and swifter. He soon came to a break in the trail of magic. It went off in two directions. Harry transform right from the lion into a unicorn. He didn't particularly like unicorns, but they could sense magic a mile away. Yes, the stronger magic came from one direction. He followed the weaker path. He had felt the magic steadily getting weaker as he went on. The strong path seemed the obvious decoy.
He ran so swiftly as a unicorn that any who might have seen him passing could only report a blur.
He could sense strong magic up ahead. A wizard. He slowed his pace and changed back into a human. He crept toward where he knew to be a clearing. Voices floated out from it.
"Give us another chance to renew our strength and grant us the time we desire. Let time be open to the chosen few!"
Harry saw a flash of light in the clearing. He quickened his pace, making less noise than a field mouse. What the small clearing contained suddenly became apparent.
A huge portal sat in the middle of the clearing with about ten people in Death Eater costumes standing around it, each holding what appeared to be a bag of herbs.
One Death Eater walked forward and lowered its hood-Malfoy. "We have done it. Now we can undo what should not have happened." He dropped the bag of herbs and took a step toward it. He seemed to weaken without the herbs. Harry had felt a strange pressure on him when he saw the portal.
"I am worthy!" Malfoy said, gasping. "Let me through!"
There was a flash of light and Harry saw Malfoy thrown backwards.
He landed on his back and scrambled to his feet. "No! I am worthy!"
Harry made his move. "Sorry to break up the party, but I really do love strange portals, especially when they make idiots out of escape convicts."
The Death Eaters snapped into action. They didn't even seem surprised to see him there. They had probably been expecting him from the beginning. They started throwing hexes at him. Harry changed into a cobra to be a harder target. He skidded under the Death Eater's legs, changing suddenly back into a human and stunning some before changing again and darting off somewhere else. One hit Malfoy right in the chest and he fell to the ground. Normally he would have simply cursed them all with one big curse, but portals were tricky business and if he didn't exercise caution, he could set off an explosion killing anyone within a 40 mile radius.
Finally the Death Eaters lay stunned on the ground. Harry stepped in front of the portal and tried to remember how to removed one. He blocked out the world around him. Portals required undivided attention and if his mind wasn't fully concentrated on it, his attempts could end in his own horrible demise.
"The service here has been fulfilled-" Harry began. He was stopped by a terrible pain in his back. He looked back and saw Draco Malfoy standing there, looking oddly older, with his wand pointed at Harry's back. He shot another spell at Harry. More pain accompanied the first.
"You've ruined everything, Potter! But.not.this!" He shot another spell with each word. Harry stumbled forward. His vision blurred and everything darkened. He fell forward and heard Malfoy's scream of rage before everything went pitch black.