Awaken before the Emerald Dawn

By: trappedineternity

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. The characters belong to J.K Rowling. The plot bunny belongs to Black Ice. I am the owner of the fleshy part in the middle. This does contain spoilers. So if you have no read the 5th book, time to turn away. That and I am horrible at accents, so bare with me.

Warning: This story will contain yaoi. If you don't like it, I suggest you leave now. It might contain a few lemons and limes, but there will be warning at the beginning of the chapter and before the lime or lemon begins for those who don't wish to read them, they may skip over it ahead. Furthermore, this fic is dark and thus contains thought and possible acts of suicide and depression. Not your type of thing, I suggest you find something else… I'll accept comments and criticism but nothing about what I've just warned about.

Summary: check first chapter.

Chapter 2

Phoenix and wands

Harry groaned as he came to. He refused to open his eyes, a strange pounding in his skull threatened to intensify should more pressure and light be introduced. From what he could feel, he was in a bed somewhere. From what he could remember, he should do dead. There had been a whirlwind of sand, a spell Severus had cast to save his life, he would assume. Where he was, he couldn't begin to phantom.

The young wizard decided that it was time to gather his Gryffindor courage and open his eyes. The world was fuzzy, but from years of experience, he could tell it was the Infirmary. He groped for his glasses that were on the table beside him, bringing the world back into focus, and two honey coloured eyes watching him.

Harry instantly recognized the boy as a young Remus Lupin. He had seen his picture enough in the album. "How do you feel?", he asked softly, barely audible. "I'll live…", he replied. Remus smiled and nods. "That's great. You weren't looking too good. Are you new here? I don't think I have ever seen you…"

The doors to the infirmary opened to admit a younger looking Dumbledore. He grinned down at Harry. "Well, my boy, I am glad to see that you have recovered." Madame Pomfrey busted in and smiled as she found him awake. She scanned him with her wand and nodded. "You are free to go young man.", she said. Harry slowly climbed out of bed and looked to Dumbledore. "I think we have some matters to discuss. Thank you for watching over him. Mr. Lupin." Remus grinned and nodded. 'Not a problem, professor."

Slowly, Harry and Dumbledore moved through the halls towards his office. He didn't once speak to the younger wizard who followed behind him. He had no idea what he would be doing here, but he did remind him of one certain student; in any case, the reached the gargoyle that guarded his office. "Blood lolly.", he said softly with a chuckle, as if remembering this particular treat.

The gargoyle moved and let them inside, up on the revolving staircase. The headmaster took his place behind his desk and smiled at Harry. "Please, have a seat, sir.", he said politely. Harry did as he was told and sat down one of the plush chairs that the older wizard had conjured up.

Dumbledore watched him with a strange gaze, as if trying to place him. "So, lad, what brings you to Hogwarts?", he asked gently. Harry swallowed hard. He could trust Dumbledore, no matter where he was. "Well, someone cast a spell on me when I was fighting Voldemort… and it brought me here…" He knew very well, it had to be the past. Remus and Dumbledore looked so young… he could be no where else. And with magic, anything was possible.

The Headmaster nodded thoughtfully. "You were fighting the Dark lord. Why one so young? Surely you knew you couldn't stand a chance…" Harry sighed and nods. 'I've been telling myself that for years… Sir… can I confine in you… You mustn't tell anyone what I am about to tell you…." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled a moment and nodded. "Of course, I won't tell a soul."

Harry drew a breath and nodded slowly. "I am from the future. The spell that was cast sent me to the past. I am not sure who did it… but I might have a suspicion…" Dumbledore watched him and nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Well, this sort of thing is forbidden… but if it was done to you, there was little you could have done to stop it, especially if you were fighting the dark lord, it is a good thing that whoever cast the spell, brought you here…"

Suddenly, Fawkes swooped in from the fire. He landed on Dumbledore's shoulder and let drop a letter from his beak. The headmaster looked puzzled at his pet and lightly stroked his head as he looked at the letter. It was clearly addressed to him, strangely enough in his own handwriting. He opened the letter slowly and unfolded the piece of parchment.

Dear Albus,

I realize we have agreed to never meddle with the past and future, but this was quick thinking on someone's part to send Harry to you. His role in the future is very important, though you know very well I can't tell you more than that. I will not ruin the future for us or disrupt it more than it already is.

I think it would be a wise idea that we enroll Harry into our school, to keep him away from the Dark lord. Should Voldemort find out he was there, it would make him all the easier to kill… In any case, keep him safe.

He will also be needing a wand. Harry will be reimbursing us in the future for this purchase. A trip to Olivander's before he starts school should be fine. Let Hagrid take him, he has grown so fond of him in the future, besides, you and I both know that Hagrid could use some time away from the castle, doing some good.

Thank you in advance Albus. You are doing a great service to the future. Please warn Harry about the proper precautions to his being in the past, or your present. Should anything turn up, I will have Fawkes send you a letter. You could do the same. This is a matter of utmost secrecy…No one should know, of course.

Good luck,

Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked to Harry and chuckled. "Well, welcome to Hogwarts, Harry." He gave Harry the letter to read for himself. The young boy nodded. "What kind of precautions, professor?", he asked. Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. "Ah, well, you cannot tell anyone who you are. I suspect that you have a last name, which you will have to change, of course. No one must know that you are from the future, or anything about what is going to happen. You mustn't try to change things either… Let things take their course…" Harry nodded slowly and sighed.

The headmaster grinned broadly before leaning into the fire and calling Hagrid. Within moment the half-giant walked in. He had less of a beard, but it was still the same friendly face Harry had known for five years. "Yes 'eadmaster?", he asked. "Hagrid, could you please bring young Harry to Diagon Alley. It would seem that he has broken his wand, and that would be disastrous for the remainder of the year." Hagrid seemed overjoyed to be actually leaving. He nodded franticly. "Right away 'eadmaster!"

Harry slowly rose up and nodded to Dumbledore. "Come straight here when you are done, Harry." He gave Harry a pouch of gold, a large coat and nodded to him. Hagrid took some floo powder and looked to Harry. "Come alon' lad. Dis way." He sprinkled some floo powder into the fireplace and stepped inside. "Diagon Alley.", he said clearly and disappeared in a flash of green. Harry did the same and appeared in the inn before the secret wall.

Diagon Alley was strangely empty, and not exactly as he remembered; there were fewer stores. It was strangely winter, the snow caked the ground and rooftops, putting frost in the windows. He pulled the jacket around him tightly as they went. Slowly they walked and found their way to Olivander's. Hagrid nodded and waited outside, as Harry walked in. Olivander smiled at him. "Ah welcome welcome." He looked Harry over and grinned. "Well, it is nice to have you here at our shop. Let us take your measurements." Harry held out his right arm and let him take what he needed. Olivander went off into the store holds and started to hand him wands.

It took several tries before he got the right one. Olivander nodded slowly and accepted the gold. Harry pocketed his wand and left the shop to find Hagrid standing there with a bag of sweets. He smiles. "All done den 'Arry?", he asked. Harry nodded and they started on their way. Back to the school… to the one place where he would feel safe…

Dumbledore was glad to see them walking out of their fireplace. Hagrid was grinning broadly and explained how everything went smoothly. Harry set down the pouch of gold and nodded to the headmaster. Hagrid was dismissed, though Harry suspected it didn't matter, he had got to leave his sanctuary for a little while at least.

Harry sighed as he sat down again. He looked to Dumbledore and wondered what the old man was thinking. "You will have to assume another identity, seeing as your name will not work here. Not to mention, you will have to invent a past… I believe if you state you were merely studying abroad at Beaux Batons and your semester had finished, and so you returned to Hogwarts, they should believe you. I will back up the story naturally. Everything will work out swimmingly. You will be known as Harry Winters."

The young wizard nodded slowly, taking all of this in. "And, I cannot stress this enough, you cannot meddle too much in your history Harry… The past has already happened… and it cannot be changed further from what it already is… But then, time travel is a funny thing. In any case, let no one know that you are from the future. Do you understand?" Harry nodded slowly. "Yes, sir." Dumbledore grinned. "Ah, excellent. All that's left is your sorting."

Dumbledore brought the old hat from the shelf and placed it on Harry's head. "It seems I have sorted you before, according to your memories, should they be correct. I will sort you into Gryffindor, where you will be better accepted from your peers, and where you can hide from whatever it is that searches you." , the hat said. Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully and waved his wand. Harry's muggle clothing turned into his Gryffindor robes, though the style was different than his from his present. These seemed outdated and old. He shrugged and bowed his head to Dumbledore. "That is all, Mr. Winters. You may go to your common room."

Without another word, Harry left the headmaster's office and went off in search for his common room, trusting it to at least be in the same place. He was back in the past… that much seemed real. This meant that the Marauders were all still alive. He could speak to his parents, to Sirius again! Even as the thought thrilled him, there was still the problem that he knew they would die in the future. They already have, and there was nothing Harry could do to change it… This wasn't a safer place…. This was hell…