Chapter 16:
The Altered Prophecy
With a resounding pop, Harry reverted to real time and appeared in Dumbledore's office. Albus was sitting behind his desk as usual with a quill out writing. He jumped in surprise at the sound of Harry returning to his office. Once he caught sight of Harry standing in the middle of his office, he visible relaxed. "Well, Mr. Potter, I see that you have returned from your journey."
Harry gave Albus a peculiar look at the imposed formality in his voice, "Yes, Albus, I have. I was successful at preventing Voldemort from killing you in the past."
The look that Harry had just given Dumbledore was returned as Albus eyed Harry, "Very well, Mr. Potter. I will call a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix. We would like for you to come as a guest and report on your activities in the past. I am sure that everyone will be interested in hearing what has occurred."
There were so many thing wrong with what Dumbledore said to Harry that he had no clue where to begin his questions. So, in order to buy some time to organize his thoughts, Harry said, "I am going to go back to Gryffindor Tower. I am going to take a nap. You can summon me when the Order is ready for me."
Harry turned to leave when Albus called him back, "Why would you go to Gryffindor Tower, Mr. Potter?"
Harry turned back around to face the Headmaster, "Why wouldn't I? That is where the dormitories are."
Dumbledore appeared to be completely perplexed with what Harry was saying, "You are the one that requested to be separated from the tower and have your own room."
Harry seemed surprised, "I did?"
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, do you not remember, Mr. Potter?"
Harry shook his head, "I suppose not. Where are my rooms located?"
Dumbledore replied, "Your rooms are located just next to the Room of Requirement, so that you could be close to your training room."
Harry nodded, "Did I put a password on the door?"
Dumbledore continued to look at Harry as if he had grown an extra head, "Yes, Mr. Potter, the password is Phoenix Flight."
Harry sighed, "I need to go lie down. I will speak with you later, Albus." Harry turned and practically fled from the room with his thoughts in turmoil. He met McGonagall as he was coming out of the office past the gargoyle. She nodded stiffly to him, and he half waved as he raced past her.
McGonagall continued on her way into Dumbledore's office. She spoke upon entering the door, "I see that the Potter boy has returned from his journey."
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, Minerva, he has. I'm worried, though."
Minerva asked, "Why?"
"There is something wrong with the boy. He addressed me by my first name, which is a level of familiarity that he has never attempted to use with me."
McGonagall shrugged, "I have always thought that the boy was somewhat odd. Now, that he is traveling through time, I can only assume that he will get stranger."
Dumbledore shook his head, "Its not just that. He seemed as if he was confused by the way I was speaking to him as well. Not to mention that he seemed utterly shocked that he did not sleep in Gryffindor Tower."
McGonagall seemed surprised, "The boy has had his own room for almost two years now. How could he possibly forget something of that magnitude?"
Albus replied, "He wouldn't. I think that something is most definitely wrong. I am summoning the Order this evening to hear his report, but I will be telling all of them to remain on their guard. I believe that Tom has had some sort of effect on the young man. The war may be coming to an end."
Minerva smiled, "We can only hope."
After leaving Dumbledore's office, Harry headed toward the corridor with the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy and his tutu clad trolls. While he was walking he heard a voice calling his name from behind him.
"Potter. Hey, Potter."
Turning around expecting to come face to face with Malfoy, Harry was shocked to see Ron Weasley. Harry smiled, "Hey, Ron. I'm glad I ran into you." Harry held out a hand to shake Ron's.
Ron eyed Harry's hand for a moment before sniffing dismissively and saying, "Its about time that you got back, Potter. The Quidditch match against Slytherin is next weekend. We only have one more practice before the game. I expect you to be at practice if you want to play on Saturday." Ron brushed past Harry without another word.
Harry stared after Ron's retreating back in disbelief. What was going on? Harry just shook his head and said to himself, "Maybe when I wake up I will find out this is just a dream." Harry continued to walk down the corridor till he came to the portrait of a phoenix that guarded the doorway to his room. He gave it the password, "Phoenix Flight." The painting opened to reveal an archway that Harry climbed through into the bleakest bedroom that he had ever seen. He asked himself, "What is this?" The room was completely devoid of any type of ornamentation. The walls were bare, and the bed was as plain as it could have been. Harry continued to speak out loud to himself, "Why would I have ever wanted this room? If I was going to have my own room, it could have at least been something that other people would have liked to visit." Harry sighed. Then, dispirited, he laid down on the bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.
While Harry was taking his nap, Dumbledore was in his office contacting various members of the Order of the Phoenix to let them know that they should be at the castle after dinner that evening.
A few hours later, Harry awoke to find Dobby in his room. Harry smiled, "Hey, Dobby. I'm glad you're here. I could use a friendly face."
Dobby sighed, and said, "I am glad to be seeing Harry Potter in one piece."
Harry peered closer at the normally excitable house-elf and realized that the elf appeared to be extremely forlorn. Puzzled, Harry continued to stare at the house-elf, who began fidgeting under the scrutiny. Finally Dobby asked, "What can I get Harry Potter for dinner, sir?"
Harry chuckled, "Why do you need to get my dinner, Dobby? I can just walk down to the Great Hall and eat with everyone else."
Dobby gasped, "Harry Potter would eat with everyone else?"
Harry's eyes widened in surprise at this outburst, "Why wouldn't I eat with everyone else?"
Dobby shook his head, "Harry Potter has not eaten in the Great Hall in over a year. Harry Potter is always taking his meals privately."
Harry paused in bewilderment at this revelation. Then, he burst out, "What the hell is going on here?"
Dobby stepped back in alarm as Harry exploded, "Dobby is not knowing, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby is only knowing what Harry Potter usually tells Dobby."
Harry smiled down at the diminutive house-elf, "I'm sorry for blowing up, Dobby, but something very weird is going on around here, and I intend to find out what it is."
Dobby nodded, "Dobby is wishing Harry Potter luck, sir."
Harry patted Dobby on the head as he stood up and walked past to leave the room. Dobby followed after asking, "Where is Harry Potter going, sir?"
Harry called back over his shoulder, "To the Great Hall to eat."
Dobby gasped in surprise, and then smiled to himself, "Maybe Harry Potter is going to be alright after all." With a pop, the house-elf vanished from the hallway and reappeared in the kitchens to help the other house-elves with their chores.
As Harry headed for the Great Hall, he began receiving a lot of strange looks from other students. They were all looking at him the same way that Albus had been looking at him earlier. It seemed as if everyone thought he had suddenly sprouted another head out of his shoulder. Harry ignored these stares and continued on his way. Then, he saw Ginny and Hermione. Harry brightened immediately, "Ginny! Hermione!"
At the sound the two girls turned to see Harry racing towards them with his arms spread wide. Ginny squeaked in alarm and surprise before turning and running away. Once Harry saw Ginny's reaction to his approach, he stopped, stunned. He asked Hermione, "What's wrong with Ginny?"
Hermione snorted, "Like you don't know, Potter. You stay away from Ginny. She doesn't need trouble like you around." Then, Hermione turned around and stormed away in Ginny's wake.
Harry stood in the corridor staring after the retreating form of Hermione in stunned disbelief, "What the hell is going on?"
McGonagall appeared beside him, "Language, Potter. You will have to report to the Headmaster for punishment after dinner. Now, return to your room."
Harry looked up at his Transfiguration teacher, "What? Why would I go back to my room? Its dinner time."
McGonagall looked down at Harry in apparent alarm, "You always eat by yourself. We haven't seen you in the Great Hall since the battle in the Department of Mysteries."
Harry put his head into his hands, "I wish someone would tell me what is going on. I don't understand any of this. Everything has changed, but it shouldn't have. I stopped Tom before he could do any damage. He didn't change the war."
Albus appeared beside Harry, "Perhaps he made no drastic alterations, but if what I believe to be the case is true, then something very minor has been changed. That would explain why you know nothing of what is transpiring in this time. It would seem to me that your knowledge of events are from a timeline that no longer exists."
Minerva looked at Albus as if he were insane, "What are you talking about, Dumbledore?"
Harry replied, "He is saying, Minerva, that the sequence of events that I know to have happened have been altered by mine and Voldemort's journey back in time, and while the sequence of events have changed around all of you, it has not changed around me because my power allows me to remove myself from the natural flow of time."
McGonagall shook her head, "I have no idea what you just said, Potter."
Harry said grimly, "You will, Minerva. I will explain everything at the Order meeting this evening. Then, I am going to go have a little meeting with Tom. I have to see if he remembers events as they were or as they are."
Even Dumbledore appeared bewildered by this statement, "What do you mean? Are you suggesting that I let you go speak with Voldemort."
Harry snorted, "I am not suggesting anything, Albus. I am saying that I will be going to see Tom before the evening is over."
Albus shook his head, "I am afraid that I cannot allow that, Mr. Potter. It would be suicidal."
Harry laughed, "I fail to see that what you think about me going matters. There is not a witch or wizard on this planet that can stop me from going."
McGonagall scolded, "You are being impertinent, Potter. As strong as you are for your age, you are no match for a full-grown wizard, especially one of Albus' power."
Harry really laughed at this one, "Things must be more drastically different than I thought at first. I must be weak in this timeframe, because in my time, you would never dream of questioning my power."
Albus eyed Harry appraisingly, "We will discuss this later with the rest of the Order. For now, let us enjoy our dinner."
Harry smiled, "Very well, Albus. Let us enjoy our dinner."
Albus smiled at the young man in front of him, "You are so much like you were before."
"Before what?" asked Harry.
Albus replied, "Before I told you the Prophecy. You have not been the same since."
Harry appeared to go into deep thought before following Albus and Minerva into the Great Hall. Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table beside Neville Longbottom. Neville looked over at Harry as if he were crazy, "What are you doing in the Great Hall, Harry?"
Harry smiled, "Finally somebody calls me by my first name."
Neville said somewhat reluctantly, "I have always called you by your first name, Harry."
Harry continued to smile, "Thanks, Neville. You are a good friend."
Neville appeared to be somewhat surprised, "Do you consider me to be a friend, Harry?"
Harry nodded, "Of course I do, Neville. Now, let's eat."
Harry continued to receive odd stares throughout the course of the dinner, but he studiously ignored them. Once dinner was over and the students began filing out of the Great Hall, Albus walked over to Harry from the Head table, "Mr. Potter, it is time for the Order to meet. Follow me."
Harry nodded and allowed Albus to lead him towards his office. Harry walked in to find most of the Order already present. The entire Weasley crew minus Ron and Ginny were present. Along with them were Tonks, Snape, Remus, McGonagall, Dedalus Diggle, Hestia Jones, Sturgis Podmore, Mad-Eye Moody, and Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Albus nodded to all of them as he entered the office and walked around his desk to sit down. Harry took a seat next to the door. Everyone greeted him in a detached sort of way. Dumbledore began the meeting, "We have much to discuss. Mr. Potter has returned from the journey I sent him back in time on."
Harry interrupted, "What are you talking about? You didn't send me back in time. I went myself."
Everyone in the room paused in shock at the statement. Snape sneered, "What do you think you are talking about, Potter? You don't have the power to travel through time on your own. You are just as arrogant as your father."
Harry turned a fierce gaze on Snape, "I see that your attitude has returned to what it once was, Severus. I guess in this timeline I haven't warned you not to speak ill of my father. I think that now would be the perfect time to give you that warning."
Snape sneered again, "Do not be so impertinent, Potter. I will not tolerate your lip."
Harry chuckled menacingly, "You have our roles reversed, Severus. It is I who will not tolerate your lip." Harry waved one of his hands, and Snape was thrown from his chair into the wall where he stuck.
Everyone in the room jumped up and drew their wands, pointing them at Harry immediately. Albus interrupted all of them, "Enough. Harry, how did you do that?"
Harry smiled, "It was just a Banishing Charm on Severus combined with a Sticking Charm on the wall behind him."
Albus shook his head, "You do not understand. How did you do it without a wand?"
Harry shrugged, "I don't need a wand to do magic. You should know that by now. I have been able to do wandless magic for quite some time now."
Arthur Weasley protested, "What is he talking about, Albus? Harry has never been able to wandless magic."
Albus smiled, "This one can."
Mad-Eye Moody asked, "What do you mean this one?"
Albus continued to smile, "This is not the Harry Potter that I sent back in time. He is from some alternate timeline."
Harry snorted, "I hate to break it to all of you, but this is the alternate timeline. The one I am from is the original. This time and the events that led to them should not even exist. I have been feeling the ethers of time since Albus insinuated that something had changed. I just wish that I could figure out what happened that caused the timeline to skew so horribly."
Albus nodded to Harry, "Well, Mr. Potter, why don't you begin by telling us what happened while you were in the past, and then you can tell us what is different about this timeline from the one you know."
Harry nodded, "Okay, but I wish all of you would stop calling me Mr. Potter. My name is Harry." Everyone in the room nodded. Harry took a deep breath before diving into the story. "Well, when I went back in time it was to 1945 during the height of the war with Grindelwald. I met with all of the Heirs that were alive at the time."
Bill Weasley interrupted, "What Heirs? What are you talking about?"
Albus explained, "Harry is the Heir of Gryffindor, while I am the Heir of Merlin, just as Lord Voldemort is the Heir of Slytherin. During the war with Grindelwald, Harry's grandfather served with my beloved Hilda, and my friend Nicholas Flamel, alongside me. The three of them were respectively the Heirs of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. All five Heirs were alive at that time. Since Hilda and I had no children the Hufflepuff line ended with her. Nicholas's son died before he could have children, so the Ravenclaw line ended with him."
Fred and George chorused, "So, does that mean the line of Merlin ends with you, Professor."
Harry shook his head, "No, because Godric Gryffindor was Merlin's Great-Grandson. I am the Heir of Merlin as well."
Charlie said, "Since you have to die, Harry, doesn't that mean the Gryffindor line will end with you."
Harry looked at Charlie in puzzlement, "What do you mean I have to die? I'm not going to die anytime soon."
Charlie responded, "What about the Prophecy?"
Harry's eyes narrowed, "Albus, do you have your Pensieve?"
Dumbledore nodded, "Of course. Why?"
Harry responded, "Put your memory of the Prophecy into it. I will put my memory of the Prophecy in my Pensieve. Then, we will play them. If I am not mistaken there will be a difference."
Albus asked, "Where are you going to get another Pensieve, Harry?"
"My Dad's."
"That's at Potter Manor, and the Floo connection to that house has been shut off." said Dumbledore.
Harry grinned, "What do I need the Floo network for? I will just Apparate over there and pick it up."
McGonagall protested, "Mr. Potter, you cannot Apparate on Hogwart's grounds."
Harry smiled, "You can't, but I can." Harry disappeared and then reappeared a few moments later holding his father's Pensieve.
Everyone in the room gasped as Harry disappeared. Then, when he returned with the Pensieve, a babble erupted in the room. Harry raised his hands for quiet, "Be quiet, you lot, and I'll explain." The babble quieted down slowly, and everyone returned to their seats. "I can Apparate around the wards that govern the castle."
Tonks asked, "How?"
Harry shrugged, "How do you breathe? I just can."
Albus nodded, "Back to the subject at hand. Let us continue with our exercise." Harry nodded in reply and the two wizards each drew memories out of their heads. One with a wand, the other with his finger.
Harry motioned to Albus, "You first."
Albus waved his wand over the Pensieve and his memory of the Prophecy came into focus. A young Sybyll Trelawney rose out of the Pensieve. She began to speak.
THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES…BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES… AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT, AND NEITHER OF THEM CAN SURVIVE AND LET THE WORLD LIVE…THE TWO MUST DIE FOR THE WORLD TO SURVIVE… THEY WILL DESTROY ONE ANOTHER OR THE DARK LORD WILL DESTROY THE WORLD… THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…
Harry snapped his fingers, "I knew it. That would explain everything."
Remus asked, "What does this explain?"
Harry replied, "You'll see. Watch." Harry waved his hand over his Pensieve, and another image of Sybyll Trelawney rose up and began to speak a very different message than the one they had just heard.
THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES … BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES … AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT … AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES … THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…
Everyone sat staring in shock and amazement at the difference in the two Prophecies. Harry smiled, "Do you see what I am talking about?"
Albus nodded for everyone, since most of the group was stricken speechless. Then, he smiled, "This is a much better version of the Prophecy. It allows you to win."
Harry nodded, "I know. This explains why everything is different from the sequence of events that I know. Albus, you said that I changed after you told me the Prophecy. I'm sure that I wanted to withdraw from everyone."
Everyone nodded, "You didn't want to have anything to do with anybody. You even pushed Ginny away." said Fred and George.
Harry laughed, "I can see myself doing something like that. I just wish I knew what Voldemort did that caused the Prophecy to change."
Arthur said, "Well, why don't you tell us what happened in the past. You said that you went back to the war with Grindelwald."
Harry nodded, "I went back to just before the final battle between Albus, Hilda, and Grindelwald." Harry waved his hand and Albus blinked in surprise. "That should make it where you can help me tell the story, Albus."
Kingsley looked back and forth between the two of them, "What just happened?"
Harry smiled, "I just removed the Memory Charm that I placed on him before I returned to the present."
Albus sighed, "These are memories that I would prefer not to relive, Harry."
Harry smiled and stepped over to Albus' desk. He placed his hand on Albus' shoulder, "You will be glad that you did. She died well."
Albus wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, "Yes, she did."
Mad-Eye said gruffly, "Can we get a move-on? The rest of us would like to know what is going on."
Harry began, "When I followed Voldemort back in time, I arrived in the middle of a battle. I dove behind a rock, so that I would have time to figure out which side I was supposed to be helping. Then, I saw Albus leading a contingent of wizards into the battle. I jumped right into the midst of them, and joined in the fight. We drove the other wizards from the field. After the battle was over, Albus sent everyone back to their posts, and he, Nicholas, and I went back to a tent to talk. I managed to convince them of who I was and where I was from."
Albus took up the story as Harry paused for breath, "Then, Nicholas and I took him to the main command area, where we met with Hilda and William. Harry retold his story to them, and between the three of us, we managed to convince them of what was going on. Then, the five of us sat around and devised a plan to take Grindelwald's fortress."
Harry took over, "Albus, Hilda, and I were to sneak into the fortress, while Nicholas and my grandfather led the frontal offensive on Grindelwald's forces. We waited until they launched the attack and then the three of us entered the castle. I let them get into Grindelwald's chamber, where Voldemort was waiting for them. I stepped out and challenged him, which allowed the two of them to continue on and face Grindelwald. I defeated Voldemort and forced him to return to the present, and then I headed after Hilda and Albus. While I was on my way to meet up with them, I felt an extreme upswing in Albus' power. I hurried, but I was too late."
Kingsley asked, "Too late for what?"
Dumbledore answered, "By the time Harry had arrived, Hilda was dead, and I had killed Grindelwald."
Harry nodded grimly, "Then, I spoke to Albus for a moment, but I couldn't stay long since I knew that Nicholas and my grandfather were on their way. I had performed a Memory Charm on them before we had left the camp. I couldn't allow them to see me again. So, I performed a Memory Charm on Albus, and then returned to the present."
Bill Weasley said, "I don't get something. The way you are talking, you only spent a day or so back in time." Harry nodded, so Bill continued, "That doesn't make any sense. You have been gone for about a month."
Harry smiled, "When you go back in time, you build up tension in the timeline. That tension has to be relieved as you return to the present. The farther back in time you go, the stronger the tension build-up. I went back over fifty years. So, there had to be a period of time that I simply did not exist in to relieve the tension that was created by my entrance into the past. I just drifted on the ethers of time until I felt the tension dissipate. Then, I returned to real time."
The entire assembled group shook their heads in puzzlement. Charlie Weasley smiled, "We'll take your word for it. I don't think any of us are ever going to understand that mess. It is just a little bit too complicated for me." The rest of the group nodded in agreement.
Mad-Eye Moody said gruffly, "Now, what do we do?"
Harry smiled, "Well, I am going to go drop in on our infamous Dark Lord and talk to him. He won't be happy with the turn of events, because the new Prophecy still requires that he die."
Snape interrupted, "I don't see that. The Prophecy allows him to win."
Harry shook his head, "No, the Prophecy that you know allows him to win against the Harry that was part of this timeline. That Harry doesn't have an iota of the power that I possess. Voldemort knows that he can't kill me, so by this version of the Prophecy we will both die. That is unacceptable to him. He would prefer the original to this."
Sturgis Podmore spoke up timidly, "So, where does that leave us?"
Harry sighed, "It leaves us in a position of waiting. Voldemort will attempt to change things again. He will make another trip back in time, and I will just have to be ready. When he goes, I will follow. Hopefully, while we are in the past, I will be able to repair the damage that he did to the sequence of time. If not, I may just have to kill him and hope for the best."
Molly Weasley protested, "That means that you will have to die."
Harry shook his head, "Not necessarily. While we are in the past, I am not within the fabric of time, and I will not be governed by the Prophecy. However, killing Voldemort in the past will have unforeseen consequences. I'm just not for sure what they will be."
Albus said, "Then, you can not risk it."
Harry shrugged, "I may not have a choice. The alternative to that chance might be even worse. I promise that it will be a last ditch effort."
Dumbledore sighed, and then nodded. "I think that this should be all for the evening. I think that we have all seen and heard enough this evening to last us a lifetime."
The rest of the Order nodded in acquiescence before getting up to leave. Harry nodded to everyone as he walked from the room.
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