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Summery: Time Travel Fic. Harry is now seventeen and Voldemort decides to attack Hogwarts. Harry is hit with a spell with unknown results. Later Harry must follow Voldemort into the past, where his parents are in their last year, in order to stop Voldemort from doing the worst.
Last Time:
"Looking for your wand boy?" sneered a voice from the door that seemed to be even colder the ice. It was the voice that many people heard once before dying.
There in the doorway stood Lord Voldemort.
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"Dumbledore, how good to see you. I was hoping this would be more of a surprise but seeing as this boy got in the way, I will have to change things up a little," said Voldemort.
Dumbledore and all of the staff raised their wands. They did not know how but Voldemort had breeched the school. Voldemort turned to face the boy who had ruined his plans.
"Well are you going to answer me boy?"
The boy sneered at Voldemort, but said nothing. He was still leaning against the wall for it seemed as though he did not even have the strength to stand up without support.
"You will answer me boy! Crucio!"
The spell hit the boy right on. He had no time to move. The teachers stared in horror as the curse hit and the boy was driven to his knees, yet no scream came from his throat.
"Enough, Tom!" yelled Dumbledore. "Let the boy go. He has done nothing to you. You have come here seeking a fight with me, leave the innocent out of this."
"Oh but this boy has done something to me," said Voldemort, and then he took off the curse. The boy stayed on his knees and put his palms on the ground. He was puffing and breathing hard. His pace had gone pale but still he looked up and had determination to win in his eyes as he looked at Voldemort.
"You see Dumbledore, this boy attacked my Death Eaters. And now, you will all pay for it! Death Eaters, ATTACK!" called Voldemort. And just as he said, the attack came.
Close to forty Death Eaters came through the open doors when Voldemort called them. They all had their wands pointed at someone on Dumbledore's side and they started to attack. The staff quickly raised their own wands and returned the curses that were sent at them. The only problem was they were outnumbered two to one and Dumbledore was no help to them as he was dueling Voldemort.
"Come Professor, I know you can duel better then that! You are the Light, aren't you suppose to always be able to kill the Dark?" taunted Voldemort as he sent a dark curse towards Dumbledore.
"I do not aim to kill, Tom. Remember, I can help you-"
"Foolish old man! Do you not realize that I do not want your help nor do I need it? I have power! More power then you could ever imagine to have!"
"Power is not everything," said a new voice. It was weak but held confidence. Both Dumbledore and Voldemort were surprised by the voice and turned to see who it was. Surprisingly, their duel had led them over to the wall and close to the boy. It was he who had spoken.
"There are more powerful things then just raw power, Tom."
"And you expect me to believe that, boy? What can be more powerful?"
Only one word came from his mouth. "Love."
Voldemort laughed at this. "Love? You think love is more powerful?"
"Look around you. You will find the answer."
Around them, the Death Eaters were slowly losing for they did not have the strength the teachers had. The teachers fought for the students to whom they had sworn to protect. They had to fight and that kept them going and made the Death Eaters be pushed back.
Dumbledore was surprised. Who was this boy and how was it that he knew such wisdom?
Voldemort seethed inside. His Death Eaters were being pushed back! He turned to the boy. "You will regret this meeting boy! Crucio!" he cast the curse on the boy again. Again the boy was forced to his knees though this time he had his fists and jaw clenched in pain. He could not take much more of this.
"Tom! Leave him be! You are losing this battle. There is no point in continuing. Just surrender."
But the boy heard none of this. He heard nothing for he was concentrating on his emotions. I must not get angry. I must not get angry. I must have control! I must not get angry! All that went through his head. Then he thought of something.
Voldemort turned to face Dumbledore. But before he could say anything, a voice spoke up. "Accio wand!" At first nothing happened and Voldemort and Dumbledore were wondering what was going on when a slight humming could be heard. Then, zooming through the doors came a wand and flew straight to the boy and stopped right in front of his face, waiting for its master to take it.
A shaky and weak hand raised up and grabbed the wand. "Finite Incantatum!" To the surprise of everyone watching, Voldemort's wand was cast out of his hand and the Crucious curse, which had still been on the boy, was stopped.
"What! How is this possible?" yelled Voldemort.
"It seems that power isn't everything, is it Tom?" said the boy and he stood up and shaky legs but did not fall down.
"You will regret this day, boy! Death Eaters! Retreat!" Voldemort then called his wand to him and apparated away. Dozens of 'pops' were heard throughout the Front Hall as the Death Eaters followed their master. No one moved to stop them for they had their own injuries to tend to and wanted to find out who this mysterious boy was.
But the teachers would have to wait for their answers for not ten seconds after Voldemort and the Death Eaters left, did the boy sway and collapse. Dumbledore hurried over to the boy and conjured a stretcher for him. He quickly levitated the boy onto the stretcher and started to head down to the Hospital Wing. The teacher's followed in order to get their wounds tended to and get their answers.
As he was laid on the stretcher, the boy eyes slowly closed and he welcomed the darkness.
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Harry was in that quiet place again. The place where no one was fighting and all was peaceful. Harry would have stayed longer had some voices not woken him up right then.
"Who is he Albus? He's obviously not a student. I've never seen him before," said a voice, vaguely familiar to Harry.
"I honestly do not know, Minerva. I, too, have never seen him before today. But still there is the question about why Voldemort seemed so keen on killing him. It raises suspicions to whether or not the boy is a spy."
"Certainly not Albus! He is just a boy. He looks no older then sixteen!"
"Maybe that is what Tom wishes us to believe. Look at what you are saying right now. But we will have to wake until he wakes up."
Harry decided now was a good time to wake up before Dumbledore decided it would be better to give him the truth potion in order to see where his loyalties lied. Harry slowly opened his eyes for he knew that if Dumbledore had taken him to the Hospital Wing, then it would be better to open his eyes slowly instead of quickly as to not be blinded by the all white room.
It seemed as though the Professors didn't notice Harry waking up yet so Harry started to sit up. He noticed all the bandages around his body but continued to move. He could deal with pain easily. Once Harry was sitting up, he rested up against the headboard of the bed he was in. Looking around he noticed that this was the bed he had always been in, in his time, though there was one thing missing. In his time, Madame Pomfrey had placed a plaque above the bed, labeling it the Harry Potter Bed since he had been in the Hospital Wing so much.
Harry turned around to face the Professors when the bed creaked underneath of him. Yep, he thought, same old bed. Dumbledore and McGonagall both seemed to finally notice him and quickly walked over to the bed from where they had been standing in a corner of the room. Both of them saw that he was sitting up against the headboard of the bed and wondered how he did that with all of his injuries. This raised their suspicions of a spy.
"Uh…hi?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Hello young man. My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of this school, Hogwarts, and this is Professor McGonagall, one of the teachers here," said Dumbledore while gesturing to McGonagall. " May I ask as to what your name might be?"
Harry hesitated a little before answering to make it show like he was a little suspicious as to who these two people may actually be. "It's Harry," he said finally.
"Harry what?" Harry thought quickly.
"I – I don't know sir."
"You don't know?"
"No. I'm an orphan. I was never told my last name."
"Why were you never told you're last name?"
"I grew up in an orphanage, sir. I recently turned seventeen so I'm on my own."
McGonagall immediately felt pity for the young man who sat it front of her, but Albus' eyes hardened and the twinkle left.
"If you grew up in an orphanage, Harry, how is it that you know of this world and of Voldemort?" Harry knew this answer was coming and he had his answer ready.
"Well, when I left the orphanage, they gave me some money to go on. So I went to London to look for a job. I couldn't really find any places so when I stumbled onto the Leaky Cauldron, I was ready for a drink. As soon as I entered, I saw some pretty weird things. Like stuff was floating and people were coming through the fireplace and people were just appearing and disappearing without anyone really giving a care. I realized this must have been magic. You see, when I was a kid, if I got really angry or something like that, something weird would happen. I was young then and I dismissed it as nothing but it was always in the back of my mind.
"So anyway, I saw some people going through the back door into an alley. I was wondering why on earth people would want to go into an alley so I followed them. I followed them and no one noticed me and I found myself in this place full of shops and people. It was really cool. So I wanted to look around but I knew I only had my type of money and I didn't know if you guys had different type of money so I decided to look for something that even looked remotely like a bank. Eventually I asked someone and they pointed me to the bank.
"At the bank I exchanged half of my money into, what were they called… galleons, that was it. I then went back to the shops and bought myself some books. That was all I could really afford at the time. I learned your history and stuff from the books. And I learned about the one who calls himself Voldemort from the newspaper. I did eventually get a job in London so I was able to buy some more things and rent out an apartment. I finally did get a wand from the wand shop. I started to practice some magic, and found I had I certain talent for some things." Harry then took a breath. That was a lot to say and he was still weak from last night.
"I see. Seems you have had a few interesting months Harry. Though I do not understand how you came to be at Hogwarts and facing Voldemort," said Dumbledore. He still did not trust the boy.
"I heard about Hogwarts through one of the books I read. I also heard about Hogsmeade and I decided on my day off I would visit the famous town. I decided to walk around for a bit but I think I got lost for I ended up in a forest. There I met up with Voldemort."
"You are very lucky to be alive Harry. Not many adults face Voldemort and are able to come out alive, let alone seventeen year olds."
"Yes sir. Though he did call me something. I think it was mud something. Umm… mud-, mudbl-, mudblood! That was it. And then-" Harry gave a pretend shudder. "He started to throw all sorts of curses at me. I started to run but I was hit eventually and I went right through your open doors."
"Hmm. Well Harry, I suggest you get some sleep now and try and rest. Minerva, would you please get Poppy and tell her that Harry here is awake? Tell her that if she needs me, I will be in my office. Goodbye Harry, I will come by later." And with that, he left the Hospital Wing and Professor McGonagall went to get Madame Pomfrey.
Harry sighed then lay back down on the bed. It was going to be hard to get Dumbledore to believe him. What ever happened to innocent until proven guilty?
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The next day, Dumbledore came to see Harry again. He said he was going to put Harry into the seventh year classes with the other students. Harry pretended to want to go back to his job but secretly, this was exactly what he wanted. And Dumbledore wanted to keep an eye on him so it worked out for both of them…sort of.
In order for Harry to join classes, he needed to be sorted. As Harry put the hat on, he got a sense of dread that he may not be sorted into Gryffindor and not be able to see his parents.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? You're a time traveler? Interesting. You have many interesting memories, my boy. So I placed you in Gryffindor in the future. Does that mean I should place you in Slytherin now?"
"Please don't. Dumbledore will only become more suspicious of me then… and I want to be with my parents. Also please do not tell Dumbledore who I am. Or really what I am. No one is to know."
"Do not worry. I will not tell the Headmaster. And since you want trust, I guess I'll put you in…"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Mentally, Harry sighed in relief. On the outside, he took off the Sorting Hat and held it out to Dumbledore. "I guess I'll be in Gryffindor," he said, smiling slightly.
"Yes, so it would seem. I will have the Head Boy and Girl come pick you up tomorrow since that is when Madame Pomfrey has deemed you ready to leave. Although, you are to get lots of rest. Not many people are able to take what you have and be able to move around two days later.
I'm not like most people, thought Harry. But he just shrugged. Then he remembered that his mom and dad had been the Head Boy and Girl and they were going to be the ones who were going to pick him up.
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Lily Evans was going to kill James Potter. Or at least hex him till he was no longer recognizable. The reason for her … emotion, was that James was late! Dumbledore had told them they were to meet the new Gryffindor and show him to his room and the Common Room about… five minutes ago! Lily stomped over to the boy's staircase.
"James Potter! Get your fat arse down here! We're late! Correction, YOU'RE LATE! Get down here!"
"Wow. Remind me never to be late for any of our dates."
Lily spun around and came face to face with James. "About time James. Let's go." Lily spun on her heal and left for the portrait hole. James just stared at her for a few seconds then muttered something that sounded like 'girls', but then followed after Lily.
In the hallway, James spoke up. "Lily, what did Dumbledore say about this new kid? I forget."
"Typical James, ("Hey!") anyway, he said that he was an orphan and his name was Harry-"
"Harry what?" interrupted James.
"Just Harry. He doesn't have a last name. Anyway, Dumbledore said to keep an eye on him. I think he suspects him to be a spy." Crap! She hadn't meant to say that. Now James would get all judgmental. And now, proving her thoughts right, James' eyes hardened and his jaw locked.
"James? Don't go all cold to him now. I didn't mean to say that. It – I mean. Oh I don't know but just be nice. This guy was just in a battle. He actually fought against Him!"
"How do you know it wasn't a setup?"
"I don't. But as they say, innocent until proven guilty." James just grunted in reply and crossed his arms over his chest.
Finally, they reached the Hospital Wing. James opened the door and let Lily in first. As they were walking in, they saw that there was only one occupant in the room. It obviously was Harry. He didn't seem to notice the two of them right away though, for he was putting his shirt on.
Lily gasped at the sight of his back. Harry spun around quickly and moved to get his wand. When he saw who it was, he slowly moved his hand away from his wand. James also moved his hand, but it was towards his wand very slowly until his hand rested on his wand holster at his hip. Lily let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding when she saw Harry move his hand away from his wand.
Both boys were starring at each other and Lily took this opportunity to look over Harry. He was short for a seventeen year old yet still taller then her and he was rather skinny. His hair was weird too. It was jet-black and perfectly straight and came into a ponytail at the base of his neck, but the weird part was the two silver streaks of hair that framed his face. It didn't look like hair dye either. His eyes were unique as well. They were pure black. She had only seen one other person with eyes like those.
The boy was wearing what looked like black jeans and a silk green shirt that showed off his lean muscles. A light on the wall showed her that he also wore a ring. It looked like it was made of pure silver but she couldn't make out the design on it. Over all, Lily would say that he was very handsome. Though she was already going out with James and nothing could compare to him. Still, he looked nice enough and Lily was pretty sure that, if they got the chance, they would be good friends. But then again, you can't judge a book by its cover.
"I take it you are the Head Boy and Girl?" he asked politely but unemotionally.
Lily, seeing that James wasn't going to speak, decided to do the talking.
"Yes. I'm Lily Evans and this is James Potter," she said pointing to herself and then James.
"Harry."
"Pleasure to meet you, Harry."
"Pleasure's all mine. Does he talk?" he asked nodding toward James.
Lily looked over at James. He still had his jaw locked. "Oh, yeah. James, say something."
"So, you got into Gryffindor? Why do you wear the colours of Slytherin then?" Lily could have smacked him for saying something like that.
"It just so happens that this is just a shirt I like to wear. Does it really matter that maybe I like the colour green?" said Harry, scowling.
"Whatever. Come on Lily, growl Harry. Let's go back to the common room." Harry just shrugged as Lily looked at him apologetically.
As they were walking in the hall, Lily turned to talk Harry. "I'm sorry about James, Harry. (James was walking up ahead of them so he could not hear them) It's just well…"
"It's okay Lily. I understand. Your friend is a pure Gryffindor. 'No Slytherin's allowed to be a friends because they're all evil' sort of attitude."
"Well, I guess James is like that. But – you're not like that, are you?"
"I should hope not. The hat wanted to either put me in Slytherin or Gryffindor. It was 50/50 so I chose Gryffindor."
"How come?"
"Honestly?"
"Yeah, I mean you obviously don't know much about the school yet you chose Gryffindor. Why?" Harry hesitated before answering. This was his only chance to actually know his mother and he wasn't going to ruin it by lying.
"When I was little, I never had the chance to be a kid. I had to grow up fast and I was taught that you were never to wear your heart on your sleeve. But when I was eleven… I was able to act like a kid for a few years of my life. And I loved it, but it came to an end quickly. But I've always wanted to be allowed to show emotion like love…and receive it. That seemed a little more Gryffindor than Slytherin to me."
Lily was shocked. How could he, let alone anyone, grow up without love? Surely someone out there loved him. Lily pitied him for not having someone to love and no one to love him back.
Harry turned and scowled at the look in Lily's eyes. "Do not pity me Lily. I mean no offense, but I hate it when people pity me. I am not a child," he growled.
"Oh, I'm sorry Harry. I'll remember that."
"It's fine. And I believe Potter is waiting for us… at a painting… that moves…"
Lily laughed. She'd forgotten that he hadn't really seen magic before. "Don't worry, a lot of the pictures move. And that picture just so happens to be the doorway into our Common Room." Harry nodded and Lily looked at where James was. He was waiting for them outside of the Fat Lady. Harry and Lily quickly went up to him and James spoke the password.
"Slytherin's suck." The picture opened up and revealed the portrait hole that then led to the Common Room. James let Lily go in first but then turned to Harry. "If you hurt Lily in any way, I will make your life so terrible you'll run away from here forever. Understood?" James growled. Harry looked at James, then nodded.
"Understood."
"Good." Then James climbed through the hole. Harry sighed, then followed.
Silence met Harry as he walked in. Everyone was staring at Harry. He sighed again then walked over to Lily.
"Excuse me Lily, would you please tell me where I should go to find my things?" Man, he really hated acting like a dunce.
"Oh yeah, sure. It's just that staircase over there. You just go up to the top and you'll find your room. You'll be sharing it with James and the other seventh year guys."
'Thank you." Of course Harry already knew this, but he didn't want to look suspicious by knowing where everything was.
Harry climbed to the top of the staircase and went to the door. He knocked to let them know he was entering but then entered before anyone opened the door. Inside, he saw the people he thought he would never see again in his life. All huddled around one bed were Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and James Potter (though he had already met with his father).
The four boys looked up when Harry walked in. James scowled but Harry just walked over to the bed that had his trunk at the end of it. He opened the trunk and started to look around for something.
"What are you looking for?" asked a voice. Harry looked up. It had been Remus.
"A book," mumbled Harry going back to looking. Remus raised an eyebrow but was silent.
Harry eventually found the book he wanted and closed his trunk, which locked automatically and prevented anyone from entering but him. Harry climbed onto the bed to read before he fell asleep.
After reading for 30 minutes, Harry decided to get ready for sleep. He got off his bed and opened his trunk again. Harry placed his book back into his trunk and pulled out his pajamas. He pulled his shirt off and grabbed his pajama top. There were three gasps behind him but Harry ignored them. He was used to it.
When Harry had completely changed into his pajamas, he placed his clothes inside his trunk and closed it. He turned his head when he felt someone(s) looking at him.
"What?" Harry asked when he found his roommates looking at him. Peter looked down at the floor right away while the other three held Harry's gaze.
"Where – where did you get those scars?" asked Remus hesitantly.
"Growing up," Harry said shortly.
"I thought you were an orphan?" said Sirius.
"Your point?"
"You mean you got those from the orphanage!" said Sirius incredulously.
"I got them from my guardians. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed," said Harry as he climbed into bed, pulling the curtains around him.
He had been telling half the truth about his scars. Sure when Dudley and his gang beat on him he had got some of those scars and maybe one or two small ones were from Vernon when he was 'accidentally' pushed down the stairs. But most of them came from last year. Harry shivered as he remembered last year. He hoped for once, he would not dream of that or anything in his life and just have a normal, peaceful dream. But of course, for Harry Potter, nothing is ever normal or peaceful.
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Authors Note: Yay! I got an update out! Go me! I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter out but this is actually two chapters in one so it took longer. I'm letting you know now that most of the chapters probably won't be as long as this one. Sorry! I will still probably not have any pairing for Harry and there won't be much romance in this story though if I plan on writing a sequel (nudge nudge wink wink ) I will have romance in there.
I do revise the chapters when I type them so IDEAS ARE WELCOME!
THANKS: Thanks to all you people who take the time to read this story and I hope you review! I love to hear what people think whether good or bad. Also, thanks to all the people who did review and I hope you will review again!
NEXT CHAPTER: What exactly happened to Harry last year? Well now you will get to find out, or at least most of it. But Harry forgot to do something, which angers his roommates (or really just one of them). Harry has breakfast with someone who he really shouldn't be with because of a threat beforehand, which is reminded in the halls…with their wands, of course.
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