A/N: From this point on this story and the rest of the series is strictly AU since Harry is rewriting history.
Thanks to ApocSM and DoomGazeZero for reviewing and thanks to all the rest of you too.
Silverscale: Okay maybe nutty wasn't right maybe insane would fit better. Thanks for the review and the laugh.
Darkepyon: Well I have planned out what Harry will do for fifty years and there is a reason for him being in the past. Well I wouldn't have called you a fool, though I would have suggested you check out my profile for the ships. Though the main one in later fics in the series will be Harry/Tonks.
Shadow of the black abyss: He is going to learn a lot more than he bargained on.
Japanese-Jew: In this chapter you will see just how arrogant Rettop is or maybe foolish would be a better name for him.
Slash&Burn: fics aren't canon so just keep telling yourself and you will be fine now that your entering an AU state of chapters. Ginny couldn't take the mark at the time Rettop said about it, so that meant she was unable to go back since he wanted everyone to be completely loyal to Harry before they left. The questions about Voldie were good but at this time I can not answer them since it would ruin the experience of seeing what happens. No your questions aren't annoying I just hope you understand why I can't answer some of them.
Shadowed Rains: Ah what do you mean by mistake number two?
Basilisk from Poland: You will see that he isn't kind but that was Rettop (Future Harry) so maybe the other Harry will be better. As for your comment about 17 chapters there are actually 18 chapters in this fic, and that's all I needed for this installment in the series. Though I would like to know why you think I need more? He will be independent from Dumbledork, and he will train and he will become powerful in some ways, but more like he will be more skilled.
I would like to say thanks to Chelanzar for beta reading this chapter.
Chapter Ten: Working Out a Plan
July 7, 1940
Harry just stared at the Daily Prophet in disbelief. 'How could the spell be so far off? It sent me fifty years beyond my intended point!' Harry thought as he looked at the paper for a moment longer and then he realized that people were looking at him a bit funny. 'I better figure this out somewhere a bit more private.' Harry thought as he made his way into the Leaky Cauldron and rented to room to stay in for the time being.
As Harry sat in his rented room he tried to think of what could have happened. If he was here then where in time were Tonks and Remus. Possibly they wound up in 1990 like he was suppose to, but Harry had no idea where they were. he tried contacting them the way that Rettop had described in his note, but he couldn't sense their presence which told Harry they weren't in the same year.
"I have a mission to complete, and I will! I just have to figure out what to do now that I am here instead of 1990. The harder puzzle is how do I stay alive long enough to complete my mission." Harry mused as he paced around the room.
Then Harry thought about the scroll he had got from Rettop, maybe it would tell him how to mange survive to complete his task. Then again Rettop didn't know that Harry would go back this far, so how could he have planned for this? Harry opened the scroll and a small note fell out on to the floor, Harry bent down and picked it up and started to read it.
Harry,
I hope that you will not need to use the spell that is on this scroll, but I gave it to you just in case my fears are confirmed. It is my theory that your followers will wind up in 1990 as planned or close to that time. However you will probably not end up in that time, and if I am right then you are a bit further than that.
If you only missed 1990 by a few years then you wont need this spell, but if my worst fears are true and that simpleton seer in my time is right then you are much further than that. You may even be back before Voldemort completed school at Hogwarts. If that is so, then you will need this spell to survive and I am really sorry if you do have to use it.
Lord Rettop
"That bastard knew I could miss the intended time and yet he didn't warn me ahead of time! Damn it how could I do this to myself?" Harry said aloud and then realized that he didn't put any silencing spells in place. Quickly he places a silencing charm around the room, so no one would hear him. Harry opened the scroll and looked at it in disbelief.
Necroquickin
WARNING: The following spell is not to be used by anyone without the power to control the effects of it. This is far too powerful for any more witch or wizard to use, and only those of an extremely power nature should even consider it. Mages and necromancers can use this if they are medium level or above.
Necroquickin is intended to be used by skillful necromancers or mages because it draws the very life force, magical essence, and mental capacity of a victim out of the victim and bestows it into the caster.
What does that mean for you reading this? It means that when you kill someone, that's right you KILL the person, with this spell you take his or her life force. Necromancers who wish to prolong their life use this. By taking the life force of another human being a necromancer can in a sense live forever, though they could be killed in battle or something, but they would never die of old age, unless they stopped killing people all together.
By taking a witch or wizard's magical essence you can recharge your own magical energy supplies if they are being weakened by spell usage. Again this is intended for Necromancers since they use a lot of their magical energy reserves when animating the dead.
Taking the mental capacity of a victim means that everything they you, you will know by killing them with this spell. This can be very taxing on someone who doesn't know how to process all the information that they are receiving. In a sense you would have every single memory that the person had implanted into your head instantly. This is the part of the spell that prevents a lot of witches and wizards from using it unless they have a strong mental state to handle the information over load. Those that are tried in Occlumency and are very good at it can handle the information taken in since they are able to process it a lot better than those without any knowledge of Occlumency.
There is one more warning that must be considered before trying to master this spell. If the victim has special gifts or talents that gift or talent could be passed on to the caster when the memories of the victim are transplanted into the caster. This can be dangerous if used on a Dark Wizard because their darkness could also consume the caster. Necromancers don't fear this since they are considered dark already, but mages, witches, and wizards should be extremely careful before attempting this spell!
Harry just stared at the long warning for a few minutes. "No wonder Rettop didn't want me using this spell, but it may be my only hope if I plan on living for fifty years just to make it back to my friends."
Harry finished reading the scroll and found that the spell itself was not that hard to perform, but being able to handle the affects of the spell were hard. "I will only use this spell if there is no other way, because nothing can prevent me from completing my mission."
Harry placed the scroll down and then grabbed his shrunken trunk out of his pocket and made it bigger. Thankfully he had some older looking robes made that would work for now, but he would need to buy a few in this time.
Harry decided to get some lunch since he didn't get to eat before he jumped back in time, so he quickly changed and went in search of food. After having his feel he made his way out into Diagon alley and decided to go buy a few things.
His first stop was at the robe shop where he bought robes that where from this time so he would blend in more. Once he had that taken care of he went to Ollivander's and bought the wand that he had intended to in 1996, but wasn't able to do to the laws in place. With his second wand firmly in place he made his way down into Knockturn Alley to see if he could find any books in this time that would help him.
While in Knockturn Alley Harry made his way into a small shop that sold rare dark creatures. He didn't know why he was there, but once he walked in he felt like he was drawn there.
Harry walked over and saw a Phoenix setting on a perch and was a bit shocked to see it since he believed that Phoenixes were a light creature, so why would this once be in this shop.
"I see you have an eye on my phoenix, magnificent isn't she?" The owner asked as he stepped up by Harry.
"Yes she is, but aren't Phoenixes a light creature?" Harry asked with a genuine interest in the magnificent bird.
"Yes, normally one would consider a Phoenix to be a light creature, but this is no normal Phoenix." The owner said as he looked at the bird. "This Phoenix is the last of the Dark Phoenixes of Transylvania. The Phoenix is considered a dark creature because they can cause massive pain if they become completely black. However as you see right now this one is still red with gold feathers, which is because she hasn't bonded with a Dark Wizard. If she was to bond with a wizard of light, then she would probably never turn pure black, and then she wouldn't be as evil."
As the owner was talking the phoenix flew over and landed on Harry's shoulder and started to peck at his ear in a caring manner.
"Well sir it would seem that my Phoenix has decided she wants to bond with you, though I must say it will be hard to part with her. I have had her for many years and was sure that she would never bond with anyone."
Harry knew that he had to have the Phoenix, so he turned to the owner. "I will take her."
"I assumed as much sir, but as I said she is rare and wont be cheap. She will cost you 10,000 galleons."
Harry hated to spent that much of his reserve money, but he knew he had been drawn into this shop by the Phoenix, and there was no way he was leaving without her. Harry paid for the phoenix and made his way out of the shop.
After finishing all his shopping Harry returned to his room where he looked over everything that he bought. Then a thought struck him that hadn't really registered before hand.
"Voldemort isn't in power yet! Hell he just finished his second year at Hogwarts!" Harry said aloud and was thankful that he replaced the silencing charms so he wouldn't be over heard. Then Harry realized that since he was in the past Harry Potter didn't exist and that meant that he would run out of funds if he didn't find some way of making money. However he had no identity and without graduating from school he couldn't get a job in the Wizarding world.
Harry started to debate whether or not to kill Tom Riddle before he could even become Voldemort, but then he realized that if he did kill him now, then he would never have gained some of his power. However taking out Voldemort would save a lot of lives, and that would mean his parents would be alive. Though that could just give room for a new Dark Lord, and this one could be a lot worse than Voldemort.
After contemplating for what seemed like hours Harry decided that he would not kill Voldemort yet, but he would have to get closer to him. "I read somewhere that it is smart to keep your friends close and your enemies closer!" this only left the problem of how to get close to Tom without drawing to much suspicion upon himself.
Then, it hit him. He would have to wait until Tom entered his sixth year, and then Harry could enter his sixth year. That way he could keep an eye on Tom and also graduate from school and be able to get a job in the real world and make money to keep him financially secure until he got back to his own time.
Harry was exhausted after all he had been through and fell into a deep sleep. The next day he awoke later than normal and starting planning out how he would be able to pull off his plan without getting caught.
Harry spent weeks learning to be able to change his appearance so that he could look older or younger. Though when he thought about it, it would be so much easier if he could get a hold of an item to help him. Then he remembered about a magical item he saw in the book he read. It was called the Chameleon Belt, and it looked like a normal belt but it enabled the wearer to take on any appearance that the wearer wanted. This was provided that the wearer knew the person, and the more the wearer knew about the person the more detail the appearance would be. The wearer could even sound exactly like the person if the wearer knew the person well enough.
August 17, 1942It took Harry a long time to locate where the belt was and figure out how he would be able to obtain the belt. Harry knew that the belt was currently found within the Cairo Museum, in Egypt. A muggle archaeologist found it when he found a pharaohs' tomb, but he never really understood what he found.
Harry researched all he could about the museum and then had to venture to Egypt and spent a few days learning where the exhibit was located. Now was the day that he would be able to get his hands on the belt.
Harry waited until the museum had closed for the night and then he used a glamour spell to hide his identity from the world. He then pulled out a battle robe made out of basilisk skin and manticore skin, which made it a good robe against wizards, but Harry was dealing with muggles, still he wanted to be safe. He then placed a black robe on with a hood to help conceal him from the world. He also had both his wands in place, along with the two muggle guns he bought.
The plan was pretty simple, but when it came to Harry nothing was simple. Harry Apparated right in where the exhibit was. Harry looked around; so far so good there was no one that would see him. Harry stepped closer to the exhibit and still the cost was clear, so Harry grabbed the belt from the display. As he picked it up an alarm sounded through out the museum. Harry quickly Apparated out of the museum before the guards could come to investigate.
Harry felt bad about what he did, but he really had no choice he needed that belt and nothing could prevent him from getting it. 'Serves them right, they were too dumb to even know what they had.' Harry thought as he looked at the belt in his hand, and then shook a bit from the thought that had crossed his mind.
August 25, 1943Harry spent the better part of a year trying to figure out a way to get into Hogwarts without drawing to much attention to himself. Then he came to the conclusion that he would have to find someone that he could impersonate with the belt he had, but that turned out to be harder than Harry had thought.
Finally after some breaking into the ministry records Harry found the perfect person. The boy was in Slytherin and would be entering his sixth year. He was a full-blooded wizard, but his parents were killed while on vacation in German and now the boy was stuck living with his Aunt and Uncle, who happened to be both muggles.
Harry planned out the assault so he could take over the role of the kid and send the kid off to America with an altered memory, so no one would be the wiser. However Harry was about to find out that his plans don't always work out as he had hoped.
Harry took on the identity needed for this task and made his way up to the door of the residence where the boy lived. Harry hesitated for a moment and then knocked at the door.
The door opened to reveal a lady in her late thirties with long black hair, and she had a sneer upon her face. "Can I help you?"
Harry had prepared for weeks for this encounter but didn't know how these people would react since they were muggles. "Yes ma'am I am Albus Dumbledore, and I was wondering if I might have a word with your nephew."
"We don't want your kind in here now please leave." The woman said as she went to shut the door but Harry quickly placed his foot in the way to prevent it.
Harry looked at her and could tell that she didn't like wizards much. "I insist that you allow me speak to Victor."
As the woman was about to protest a big beefy man in his forties threw open the door and glared at Harry. "Look I don't know what you want, but if you aren't gone in three seconds I will call the police."
Harry decided that he had to get inside and there was no two ways about it. Harry forced his way inside and once inside he shoved the door shut and aimed his wand at the man. "I will not ask you again!"
"Your one of those freaks! Get out of my house before I show you what I do to your kind!" the man said as he balled up his fists.
Harry snapped as he had a flashback of his own uncle, and before he even knew what he was doing he had his wand aimed at the guy and shouted. "Avada Kedavra!"
The man fell dead on the ground and Harry felt a rush of darkness take him over, mixed with his hatred for his own relatives as he turned to the woman and shouted. "Avada Kedavra!"
The woman fell dead on the floor and as Harry turned he saw that the boy he was looking for was standing there with his wand aimed at him. "I know your not Professor Dumbledore I can tell, so you better explain who you are before I kill you where you stand."
Before Harry even contemplated what he was about to do he aimed his wand at the kind and shouted. "Necroquickin!"
The boy fell to the ground and then there was a sudden bright light that engulfed the kid and hit Harry and instantly he knew everything the kid did. He could remember everything that the kid did, and knew how his Uncle abused him since he got there and how his uncle raped him every night and then blamed him saying that it was his freak skills that forced him to do it.
Harry was really thankful that he had learned all he could about Occlumency and was able to sort out all the thoughts that the kid had, but it didn't help his feeling about killing them. He hadn't planned to kill them, it just happened and now he would have to live with that forever.
With all of Victor Drake's memories in place Harry had no problem taking on his identity and then he picked up the boy's wand and placed it into his robes. Harry now had to quickly think of a way to cover up what he did so he moved Victor's body into the kitchen and placed used an incinerating spell to burn the body so no one could find out who it was.
Harry then walked out and used a spell to conceal the fact that Victor's Aunt and Uncle were killed with Avada Kedavra, and then he pulled out his gun and shot both of them in the head at point blank range to make it look like someone broke into the house.
Harry stage it all to look like a robbery and then all he had to do was wait a bit and hope that his plan would work out. However like most plans things don't go like he had planned. The one factor that he hadn't considered was Victor's older cousin, Amber, and by time he thought about her it was too late.
She walked into the house while Harry was finishing setting up everything. "Victor!" She screamed as she watched Harry positioning the body of Victor's uncle to make it look like he was shot coming out of the kitchen.
Harry turned and saw Amber as she screamed.He just looked at her for a moment. She was eighteen years old, and had long red hair that looked to be ablaze on her head. Harry just stopped and stared at her for a moment.
"Victor, what did you do? You killed them didn't you?" Amber said as she ran over to the body of her mother, which was lying on the floor. Amber looked up at Harry again, and he saw a hint of malice in her eyes. "You told me you would wait for me!"
Harry was shocked by her outburst but was even more shocked by her final statement. "I. Um. They."
Amber stood up and walked over to Harry and wrapped her arms around him. "It's okay, Victor, I know you couldn't take it any more. Though I wish you would have waited for me, I would have so liked to see them beg for mercy."
Harry was floored by this statement and had no idea what to say. Thankfully, he didn't have to say anything as Amber stepped away from him. "Okay Vic, now we have to call the police and make it seem like a robber broke in. You know what you have to do, right?"
Harry didn't know what she wanted him to do, but then he got a clear memory of what she was talking about. 'Of all the bloody Slytherins I could have picked, I pick the one that is conspiring to kill his bloody relatives!' Harry thought, as he looked through the memories that belonged to Victor.
The plan was set up, between Victor and Amber, that they would kill his Aunt and Uncle and then they would rob the place. Victor would take all the valuables and store them away in a hidden compartment in his school trunk, so the police couldn't find them. Then Amber would call the police and tell them about the robbery.
"It's all taken care of. Amber, I have the stuff stashed away, so all you have to do is call the police." Harry said in Victor's voice as he looked at Amber.
Amber smiled broadly as she walked back up to Harry and kissed him on the cheek. "Remember, love, I get half of the money once we sell that crap off." Amber said as she walked over to the phone and called the police to report the robbery.
Harry couldn't believe it; Victor and his cousin were both in on the murder plot, just so they could get the money? No there was more to it than that, they wanted to kill them not for the money that was just an added bonus. No they wanted to kill them because of the abuse and the way that Victor's Uncle raped him every night.
Aurors arrived after the muggle police were called, because the Minister of Magic and the Headmaster of Hogwarts knew that Victor was a wizard. The Aurors came and Harry went with them to the Ministry of Magic.
Once there, Harry explained how Amber and him came home, found them dead and called the police. No one had any reason not to believe him, since there were no signs of magic present at the crime scene.
The headmaster agreed to take him to Hogwarts, where he would wait for the start of his sixth year. Amber set it up so Victor could live with her during the summer, in the house that her parents left her in their will.