Chapter 4: Contact

Harry entered the leaky cauldron at around midnight, or so it seemed to him. The familiar waft of noise attacked his ears as people chatted at nearby tables. He looked around a bit before walking up to the bar.

"What can I do for ye?" The bartender asked as he looked up.

"Tom?" Harry asked in shock.

"No me boy-o, Tom's me son." The man shot him a toothy grin. "Be taking over this place when I die."

Harry could have sworn he heard a voice in the back mutter 'Hope it's soon!'

"The names Magnus." The man continued as if he hadn't heard a word from the back room. "And what can I be doing fer ye?"

"I need a room for the night." Harry told him.

"Ah a room. Well I believe room ten is available fer the night." Magnus grinned even wider.

"Does it have a fire place? I was hoping to have a nice fire to sit in front of." Harry said quickly.

"Well, no that room doesn't me boy but room sixteen has one and that is available fer the night for a little bit more gold." Magnus seemed to be sizing the boy up. "If yer good fer it that is."

Harry reached into his pocket and brought out his pouch he had gotten from gringotts before he had taken the time trip and pulled out ten galleons. "Will this be enough?" He acted kind of unsure, as if it wouldn't be enough.

Magnus beamed at the galleons, then cleared his throat and took the coins from Harry. "Yes well, that's just about right." Magnus put the coins into his pocket, then yelled. "TOM!"

"What!" A surly looking but much younger tom came out from the back room and glared at Magnus.

"Take Mr." Magnus started then blushed and turned back to Harry. "Er, what did you say yer name was?"

"I didn't." Harry smiled. "But you can call me Mr. Neville Longbottom."

"Right then, Tom take Mr. Longbottom to room sixteen and make sure he has a nice fire going." Magnus told Tom.

"Do you want me to fluff his pillows and leave a nice minty chocolate as well?" Tom retorted.

"This man is a paying customer Thomas and if he told you to jump off the blooming roof I would expect you to say "Yes sir, right a way sir!" and then do it! Now off with ya!" Magnus shouted.

"Fine!" Tom grumbled and then picked up Harry's bags, then turned up the stairs.

"I never would you know." Harry said as they left Magnus's earshot.

"Wouldn't what?" Tom asked annoyed.

"Tell you to jump off the roof." Harry smiled.

Tom sighed. "Yes I know and My father knows that too. He just likes to exaggerate a lot." Tom chuckled. "Seems to think it keeps me in line and what he doesn't know won't kill him."

Harry chuckled. "True."

"Right then, room sixteen." Tom said as they came to a stop in front of the double doors at the top of the stairs. "Or as I like to call it, the penthouse suite."

Tom opened the doors to reveal a magnificent room full of lavish decorations and a humongous bed draped in red and gold."

"I think I underpaid your father." Harry blurted as he looked about.

"No, if anything you over paid him. This is actually his room and he will be sleeping in the one that he was going to sell you for the night." Tom explained.

"This is his room?" Harry was at a loss for words.

"Yes, he only rents this one out when some bloke wants to sit by the fire or fulfill some sort of fantasy, but please don't ask me about that one. He generally only offers to the ones that can pay." Tom explained. "And he must have seen something in you or he wouldn't have offered, if you catch my meaning."

Harry looked at his well tailored robes and found himself blushing. "Oh, I see. Well Tom I am quite tired and would like to get some sleep if you don't mind."

"Very well sir, good night." Tom said as he sat down Harry's bag and turned to leave.

"Goodnight Tom." Harry said as the doors closed.

Harry immediately set to work on warding the room from sound and intrusion. He set as many jinxes and hexes as wards that who ever would dare to attack him would have quite the nasty shock come morning when they awoke. He then went to the fire place and threw in some floo powder he carried with him. He called:

"Albus Dumbledore!" and a moment later he was standing before the only man that had ever been like a true father to him.

"Who? Oh hello James." Dumbledore smiled as soon as he spotted Harry.

"Hello Headmaster, I am not James Potter." Harry told him somberly. "I am his son Harry and I have an important matter to discuss with you."

"And how can you be James son?" Dumbledore asked suspiciously. "Unless."

"Yes sir, I am from the future and I have come here to stop a madman that no one else can stop." Harry interrupted Dumbledore. "In order to do this I must join Hogwarts and befriend my parents."

Dumbledore's eyes widened, but he said nothing as Harry continued.

"A betrayer is going to start to show his true colors soon and that person will lead to my parent's demise. Now it is not the betrayer himself that I am going to go after, nor am I here to prevent my parent's death even though I wish I could. I am simply after the betrayer's master." Harry told Dumbledore. "But in order to do this I must get into their group and watch for the signs."

"I see, and how am I to know that you are telling the truth?" Dumbledore asked.

"I can only offer you my trust sir." Harry said as a tear slid down his cheek.

"What is wrong?" Dumbledore asked seeing his troubled face.

"Forgive me sir, but in my time you were like a father to me." Harry said somberly. "Then the monster took over and all that I held dear, even you were gone."

Dumbledore nodded. "Very well young mister Potter, I will grant you the access to my school but be warned I will be watching you."

"I would not expect anything less sir." Harry nodded.

"And one more thing Harry, you may want to change your appearance before you get on the train tomorrow." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "We wouldn't want anyone mistaking you for your father now would we?"

"Already ahead of you sir." Harry brandished the bottle of the polyjuice potion and grinned.

"Ah, very good. I'll see you tomorrow on the Hogwarts express and I will send you a list of this years requirements. Also I believe you having your own room to prevent mishaps is the best course for now."

Harry nodded.

"Oh and what house were you in when you attended Hogwarts?" He asked Harry.

"Gryffindor." Harry told him.

"Ah yes, well that would make sense." Dumbledore nodded. "Well, good night Harry."

"Goodnight headmaster."

With that the fire faded and Harry went to lay down on the bed. He fell asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

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The next morning Harry awoke early to the sound of a birds beak hitting the glass of the window. True to his word Dumbledore had sent the list that Harry would need for the Seventh year of Hogwarts. Harry petted the owls head in thanks and grabbed his bag of coins. With out thinking to take the Polyjuice potion, Harry made his way to Diagon alley to buy all the books and items on his list. He was in the cauldron shop getting his new cauldron when he felt a large bump to his arm.

"OI!" Harry growled as he turned around. "Watch where you're going next time!"

"Well!" Lily's green eyes flared angrily. "As if I meant to bump into you James!"

Harry gaped at his mother in shock. "It's you, it's really you." He muttered numbly.

"Well of course it's me!" Lily eyed him for a moment. "Are you feeling ok James?"

"What?" Harry blinked at her in surprise. "Oh yes I'm fine." He said quickly seeing her look of concern.

"You sure? We could always go to St. Mungos and have you looked at." She offered.

"I'm fine, I promise." Harry said almost panicked.

"Well then I'll see you on the train later then?" Lily smiled sweetly.

"What?" Harry jumped.

"For school, you know Hogwarts?" Lili began to eye him again.

"Oh yes, right Hogwarts." Harry gulped. "Right, well see you there." He then turned back to the counter to pay for his purchase but could feel his mothers eyes bearing into the back of his head for a moment longer before he heard her sigh and walk away.

"Not very smooth with the ladies are you young man?" The woman behind the counter grinned up at him.

"Mind your own business!" Harry growled as he flung the gold at the woman, grabbed his cauldron and stormed out of the shop.

R

Harry got back to his room and noticed something odd about the feel of his wards the moment his hand had touched the knob of the door. It had practically shocked him as he touched it that it made him jolt back for a moment. He opened the door and spotted a man by his window.

"What are you doing in here?" Harry growled as he pulled out his wand.

"So, you are the disturbance I felt." A cold voice came from the man.

Harry knew immediately who this was. "Voldemort!" Harry growled.

"So you know who I am." The man turned to face Harry. "Wish I could say the same about you young man."

Harry held his wand on the man and stared at him defiantly.

"So, who are you?" Voldemort asked simply.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" Harry retorted. "But no matter, you'll find out soon enough."

"Will I?" Voldemort looked intrigued. "You seem so confident."

"No, not confident Voldemort." Harry growled. "I have never been so sure of something in my life!"

Voldemort chuckled. "I don't need to wait to find out who you are young man."

Harry felt the familiar tingling in his head, telling him that Voldemort was trying to use legilimency on him. But what Voldemort didn't know was that Harry had taken his time as a death eater and continuously practiced his Occlumency until he had perfected it. He now put this into motion to keep the younger Voldemort out of his head.

"What!" Voldemort's eyes widened. "So, you have mastered Occlumency have you?"

"Yes I have and as I said before you will eventually find out who I am but it will be on my terms and not yours." Harry grinned.

"Very well." And with that Voldemort aparated out of the room.

Harry watched the spot where Voldemort had been for a moment longer before packing all of his belongings into the trunk he had purchased and then made light weight and carried it down the stairs. He turned to Magnus as he sat down his trunk by the door.

"Could I have you call a cab for me Magnus?" He asked as he pulled out the muggle money he had brought with him to make sure once again that he would have enough to get to kings cross.

"Right away sir." Magnus said as he picked up the muggle phone that he kept just for these instances and rang the cab company. "They'll be here in fifteen min sir." He told Harry as he put the receiver down.

"Thank you." Harry said as he picked up his trunk and went outside to wait for the cab to arrive.

The cab pulled up on time, thankfully and Harry loaded his trunk before the muggle man could get out of the cab. He then got into the back seat and looked at the driver for a moment before saying.

"Kings cross please."

The driver merely nodded and they were off into traffic. The drive to Kings cross was uneventful and quiet so this allowed Harry's mind to wander. He thought about seeing his mother and how lovely she was in person. Then he thought of his meeting with Voldemort and how he would have loved to fight him now, but he had to stick to his plan and that meant befriending his parents. As soon as the driver had come to a stop Harry had the door open and his trunk out of the cab before the driver had even gotten the trolley into place. Harry placed his trunk onto the trolley, paid the man and entered Kings cross station just thirty minutes before the train to Hogwarts would leave the station. He pushed his trolley into the mans bathroom and checked to make sure he was alone before locking the door and pulling out the flask of Polyjuice potion out of his pocket. He took a large swig and had to fight throwing it back up as he swallowed it. As soon as the transformation was complete Harry examined his face in the mirror and saw that he could have passed for one of the Weasley's. He had flaming red hair with brown eyes and freckles all over his face. He was also a bit taller than his real height but not enough to off set his own clothing. Harry was still examining himself when he heard pounding on the bathroom door.

"OI! Open this bloody door!" He heard a man shout as he banged.

Harry opened the door and apologized as he pushed his trolley past the man and made his way to platform 9 ¾ . He entered the platform and was greeted with the familiar sight of the Hogwarts express. He pushed his trolley up to the train and was loading his trunk when he heard a familiar voice say.

"Look James I know it was you so stop denying it!" Lili Evans was saying annoyed.

"Lil's I assure you I was no where near Diagon Alley today." James was saying as he pushed past Harry and boarded the train.

Harry chuckled a bit as he finished loading his trunk.

"OI!" He heard a voice behind him say, making him start.

Harry turned around to face a young Sirius and Remus eyeing him suspiciously.

"Who are you?" Sirius demanded.

"I'm Harry Langston and I'm a transfer student." Harry told him. "Why?"

"Where are you from?" Sirius continued as if a drill sergeant.

"I moved here from Bulgaria" Harry told him.

"You don't look like a Bulgarian." Sirius continued. "Where in Bulgaria are you from?"

"Sirius! Get on this train and leave that boy alone!" Lily growled as she came off the train behind Harry. "Don't mind Siri, he's just suspicious."

"I don't mind." Harry told her earnestly for this gave him time to think up the answer to Sirius's last question. In his history class as a child he remembered studying Bulgaria for a class assignment so it wasn't as hard as Harry thought it would be to choose a city. "I'm from Silven, but I was born here in England. My father took a job in Bulgaria for the ministry and they raised me there. When they died I came here to live with my aunt Gertrude and well, here I am."

The train whistled and Lily looked at Sirius. "Are you satisfied now? Get on the train you three before you're left behind!" And with that she got back onto the train. Harry followed after her and Sirius looked at Remus before they both entered the train.

Sirius however, was by no means satisfied. "How did your parents die?" He asked.

"Sirius!" Lily shrieked.

"What?" Sirius crossed his arms and looked at Lili defiantly.

"How can you be so rude!" Lily glared back at him.

"It's ok." Harry's eyes darkened as he touched Lily's arm. "I'll answer him but be warned Sirius, you may not like the answer. It was at the end of the school year that it happened. I had returned from Durmstrang to find my home in ruins and my family dead. Fearing the worst for my friends I made my way to their home and found all of them dead including my girlfriend which happened to be my best friends little sister. It had been an attack By none other than Voldemort himself and he had been looking for someone."

"Who?" Lily asked breathlessly.

"Me." Harry bowed his head. "Everyone I had loved was gone and it was all because of me." He said as a tear slid down his cheek.

"Are you satisfied now Siri!" Lily shrieked as she stormed into the compartment and slammed it shut.

Not even a minute later James poked his head out to see what had gotten Lily so upset.

"Sirius what did you do now?" He asked as he spotted them.

"Why is it always me?" Sirius grumbled as he looked at James.

"Because you are the only one that would piss her off this bad besides myself." James grinned as he let the compartment door shut behind him.

Harry had to stop himself from gaping at his father. He had always been told he looked just like his father but never truly believed it until this very moment. They were a spitten image of each other.

"Oh sod off Potter!" Sirius grumbled.

James merely grinned and looked at Harry.

"Oh, hello." James smiled. "And who are you?"

"Harry Langston." Harry said as he held out his hand to his father.

"Well Harry, nice to meet you." James took Harry's hand and shook it. "I'm James Potter."

"Nice to meet you too." Harry smiled back.

"well, come on Siri, unless you all plan to stand all the way to Hogwarts out here." James's eyes twinkled.

Sirius grumbled under his breath and they all entered the compartment, James leading Harry into the compartment and introducing him to the others.