'This is a LOTE'

Belonging to Time

Snatched through time at birth, Harry becomes a time traveller. He discovers this at five when he meets his real parents, and goes to Hogwarts prepared... but he hadn't realised Voldemort had a spy in Hogwarts and was trying to steal a dangerous artefact.

Chapter Nineteen

Animagus Harry

October: 1991

Harry scratched his chin thoughtfully. "I could always use magic to force him out of his werewolf shape…but I wonder if I'd be strong enough. Perhaps if I used a copy of myself and made them all do the same thing…"

He thought for a few more moments, before nodding his head, and opening the portrait. "WHAT?" Susan pulled the door shut, sat against it and held out her wand.

Harry blinked at her. "Suzie!" he moaned. "Don't be a spoil sport."

"Spoil sport?" she asked incredulously. "I'm saving all of our lives. I, for one, don't fancy being mauled by a raging werewolf! JUST LOOK AT IT!"

"Suzie, you're forgetting that we can't all see through walls," Shane said sarcastically. "but yes, I agree with you. Although I may be brave, I am under no circumstances going to be mauled by a werewolf."

Hermione and Masobelle nodded their agreement enthusiastically. Harry rolled his eyes. "Do you think I'm stupid? I'm going to levitate it and hold it in place before I even start trying to reverse its magic. Actually, I'm not. You four are. Hermione, Masobelle, Shane and Susan looked at him as if he were crazy. He rolled his eyes once again.

"I'm going to need my magic. You guys just levitate it, and I'll do the rest."

"Uh-uh," Susan said decisively, backing away. "I am not going anywhere near that thing."

Shane and Masobelle nodded their agreement, and they too began to back away. Hermione looked from Harry to the other three, before joining them. Harry frowned.

"Okay, I know how you'll do it." With a flick of his hand, the four were flung away from the door, and Harry pulled it open, and walked out. Then, with a second flick of his finger, the two Gryffindors, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw came out and the door was locked.

The werewolf was coming for them, saliva dripping from its snarling jaws as it flew down the passageway. "Come on! Levitate it!" Harry shouted at them exasperatedly. Finally coming to their senses, the four drew their wands, pointed them at the werewolf, and shouted at the top of their lungs. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

"The power of the spell isn't increased by yelling," Harry told them. "whispering would have been fine."

Then he began on his work. With the werewolf levitated and unable to move, he was ready to start experimenting. Thin beams of raw magic flew from each of his fingers, crackling with intensity, and shining a brighter white than any of the others had seen. They shaded their eyes to block out the light, thus dropping the, from that moment, unconscious werewolf fall to the ground.

"NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Harry roared, magic still pouring from his fingers. They quickly levitated it again.

Slowly, it seemed to change. Its snout seemed to shorten, and its tail became less busier. Its howls became more like screams, and it seemed to lose its fur. After about ten minutes of non stop pouring out of magic, they could recognise the form. It was Marrok Lopez. Harry slumped on the floor from the effort, and Marrok was lost to unconsciousness in his human form. Masobelle, Shane and Susan were still holding their wands, and slowly lowered Marrok down. Hermione had dropped her wand when Harry had fainted.

McGonagall had burst into the hallway, brandishing her wand, a few seconds later followed by an even paler than normal Snape, also with his wand drawn, as well as Professors Flitwick and Day. Snape was now bent over the limp form of Marrok, and Flitwick was leaning over Harry.

"What happened here?" demanded McGonagall, angrily. Her nostrils and lips were white and she was staring at Masobelle and Shane. They both shrank back.

"Um…" Masobelle bit her lip.

"Well, it was the Travellers fault," Shane insisted. "Harry said that the Traveller said to come here."

McGonagall just looked at him with raised eyebrows. "And why would the Traveller be telling Mr Potter things like that?" she looked over at Snape for a moment.

He shrugged and said something out of the side of his mouth. McGonagall frowned. "Well?"

"Because he i-," Shane stepped on Masobelle's foot.

Shane shrugged.

Masobelle shrugged

"I don't know," said Susan, shrugging like the others.

Hermione merely put on a bewildered face.

"Very well. Return to your common rooms. The Headmaster will have to be informed of this incident.

"But Professor, what about Harry?"

"Suzie, shut up." Shane muttered out the side of his mouth.

"We can't just leave him here," she hissed back. "Oh! Professor Dumbledore!" she exclaimed.

Everyone looked at her. "What?"

"There!" she told them, pointing at a stone wall.

"Suzie, you must be imagining it." Shane told her. But sure enough, Dumbledore appeared – from where Susan had been pointing.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape came to the same conclusion. "Miss Bones, why didn't you tell anyone that you were a Scanner?" they asked in unison.

"A what?"

Professor Dumbledore was more than happy to tell her. "A Scanner, Miss Bones. They can see through solid objects, and they have enhanced hearing. Your parents would be proud."

Dumbledore smiled at her, and turned rather solemnly to Harry and Marrok. "Miss Bones, Mr Flamel, Miss Black, Miss Granger if you could take Mr Potter and Mr Lopez down to the hospital wing?"

"Yes Professor," Susan and Hermione said quickly, and as soon as Dumbledore had them on stretchers, they had them levitated, with Shane and Masobelle for backup.

"Wheph!" Susan said, once they were out of the range of the teachers hearing, and she could no longer see them. "Thank god we didn't get in trouble. Or lose any points. Or get expelled."

"Why would we be expelled?" asked Masobelle. "We were the very epitome of Gryffindor!" the four eleven year olds shared a look, and Hermione explained to her why they'd be expelled.

"For disobeying a direct order, put in place for our safety and that of others, thereby endangering lives."

October: 1011

Harry appeared in front of his parents. "Hey Mum, Dad."

"Hallo Harry," said Godric absentmindedly, straightening his robes.

"I just thought I'd let you know that I've been called away and I am going to have to fight in the war for three weeks."

This grabbed their attention. They both whirled around so fast that Rowena almost lost balance, and Godric had to catch her. "What!"

Harry chuckled. "Relax, it was just a joke. Actually, I'm not going to be here for three weeks, because I apparently couldn't be bothered coming back when I woke up."

"What?"

"Fine. Let me explain. When I came back when I woke up, you guys told me that I'd told you that I wasn't going to be there for three weeks. Then I'd explained. So. Basically, on Halloween, we had a very interesting day."

"Harrison Deogol Gryffindor, that doesn't explain it enough." Rowena told him reprovingly, her arms folded on top of her stomach.

"Fine!" he grumbled, sat on the bed and launched into a long and complicated explanation.

"… so basically, we met a werewolf and I used up all my magic trying to befriend it. And then I had a magic burnout, and as you know, a wizard isn't built to function without magic, so I had to sleep and replenish it."

"You know Harry, your last two sentences made more sense than all the others put together. Do you mean to say you slept for three weeks?"

"Yes."

"So what are we going to tell everyone?"

"Apparently you told everyone that there had been word of another attempt on my life, so I'd gone to visit Gills."

"Doesn't that sound a little… cowardly?" asked Godric hesitantly. He didn't particularly like the idea of his son being called cowardly.

"Yes. You said that the King insisted, because I'd saved "Princess Jaylynn's" life, he should only do the same." Harry said Gills' name making quotation mark with his fingers because he knew Gills was nothing like the normal Princess that she presented to the world.

"And what if anyone goes to see the King and you're not there?"

"Oh, but I will be. I'm having lessons with Gills at the moment."

"What'd he say when you just appeared?"

"I didn't. You sent word two weeks ago."

"We DID?"

"We DID?"

Harry laughed. "You did."

November: 1991

Harry stirred in the bed in the Hospital Wing. "When am I?" he asked loudly.

If Madam Pomfrey was confused by the question, she didn't show it. "You're up! You have been out for three weeks and three days." She told him crisply.

She then proceeded to hand him three potions, one after the other. "Drink." Was her only instruction.

"What are you, a hawk?" he muttered as she hovered over him while he drank the potions. "And besides, I'm fine. Just overuse of magic, that's all."

"Using raw magic is never a good idea, young man." Madam Pomfrey told him firmly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Don't yeah, yeah me! Just drink your potions."

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. He was starting to think that he liked Madam Dana better. "How are my friends?"

"Ah yes, that reminds me," She went over to another side of the room, which was until now covered with a curtain. Harry gaped. It was floor to roof filled with lollies, gifts and cards, among other things.

"Who?"

"Gifts from friends and admirers. Mr Lopez was particularly pleased. He sent you that one."

She pointed toward the largest item, which was wrapped in muggle paper. "Whoa!"

Harry was amazed, then suddenly stricken. "He does realise that I can't do it every time, doesn't he?"

Madame Pomfrey looked at him. "I did tell him that I wouldn't allow you to do it all the time, yes."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "As much as I'd like to…"

"You can't. It's that simple," said the bustling nurse.

Harry made to get up. "Oh no you don't. Get back in that bed," she told him. His face fell.

"Please?"

"No!"

Harry glared sullenly at his feet.

About an hour later, Hermione, Lilly, Louise, Greg, Masobelle, Shane, Susan, and surprisingly Marrok, came to visit him. Marrok was separate from the others, but he had still come to visit Harry. When they saw that he was awake, they all crowded around him.

"Why can't you get out?"

"When can you get out?"

"Guess what Parry did yesterday?"

"Did you get our gifts?" the last one was Hermione, and she glared at Marrok while she said it. The Slytherin pretended not to notice.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me! Oi, Marrok, thanks for the gift, whatever it is. I haven't gotten around to opening it yet, but it looks pretty damn good."

The pinch nosed boy smiled faintly. "That's alright," he said quietly.

"Why are you talking to him, Harry, he's a Slytherin."

"You have a problem with that, Hermione? Look, he may be a Slytherin, and he may have been rude to you in the past – yes, I know about that and I'm not too happy, but he has problems of his own, and he was obviously not feeling the best that day, but you can still be friends. Now shake hands."

Hermione looked stunned. Marrok had drawn his hand eagerly. He wanted friends, no matter who they were. Hermione reluctantly place her hand in Marrok's smaller one, and shook it.

"Now, Marrok, is there any way we can help you? Obviously I can't do that again. Wolfsbane potion could make you horribly sick if I gave it to you at this age, so what else could we do?"

Marrok shrugged.

Harry shrugged. "I'll have to ask Coby." He said decisively.

"When do you get out?"

"A.S.A.P, Greggo, I'm dying of boredom here, say, maybe you'll help me out-,"

"No, Mr Potter! You are staying right there!" commanded Pomfrey. Harry pouted.

"Marrok, hand me a bag of chocolate frogs, will you?"

Marrok handed him one that was easiest to get to. "Hope you like the cards, Uncle Merlin," he read out.

Harry rolled his eyes. He opened one, and looked at the card. There was a picture of him on the card.

"Harry Potter, currently living as a Hermit. He is considered to be the greatest wizard of the millennium, excluding the Traveller. Famous for defeating the Dark Lord Voldemort at age 17 in 1997, creating a spell to kill Dementors and groundbreaking work on a cure for the werewolf curse. The Boy-Who-Lived is a registered animagus and has been known to enjoy Quidditch, pranks,
and wondering around the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest in his animal form."

Harry read it out, clearly amused. "Then, of course, this is only one possible outcome for the future." he explained.

They all nodded, amused, as they read the card, and Harry quickly explained to Marrok about some of his abilities. He then turned and picked up a chocolate frog to see the card. Most of them were the same, but they all were excited when they found cards of themselves. It made for a most amusing day, or at least, until Pomfrey kicked them out. Harry had to collect up the cards and burn them, so that no-one else could find them.

After he finally did get out of the Hospital Wing, he invited Marrok to join their group. Slowly, Marrok became more and more acquainted with them, and more at ease. For this, he was ridiculed by his own house mates, except Ald Weasley, who couldn't really talk. After all, he was from a family of 'blood traitors,' and best friends with a Ravenclaw.

Harry was determined to do something for Marrok's condition. For this, he spent a lot of time studying his aura. He had finally been allowed the antidote, but only for this project, according to Merlin. During his studies, he came across a book called 'Ancient Artefacts and What They Can Do'.

He had read through it, and come across the pink wall that had stolen Lilly's hand. It was known as the Cursed Gates of Hera the Wrathful.

According to Myth, Greek Goddess Hera, wife of Zeus, was jealous of many different fair maidens, including one Io. Io had been changed into a heifer (whatever that was) so that she would avoid the attention of Hera, but Hera knew that she was Io.

Muggle Myth said that Hera had Argus of the hundred eyes to watch over her, and so on, but what had really happened was that Hera made the Cursed Gates.

She made them pink, and sent them to Io as a love-gift from Zeus. Io loved pink, and she thanked Zeus profusely for the gate, though Zeus knew not what he was being thanked for.

However, Zeus took the thanks, and Io bore his child.

Hera was glad that she had created the evil gate, and set its magic loose. When Io returned to it, she was drawn to it. She touched it with her hand, and it turned green, which was Hera's jealousy showing through. The pink had been showing the love that Io and Zeus held for each other.

Io's hand turned black, and with maximum pain, Hera's Gates slowly killed Io and her child. Seeing that this was an effective way of disposing of Zeus' lovers, she used the gate more and more often, and it grew in power.

Showing this to his friends, they wondered what the school was doing with such an object. Remembering what Coby had said of knowing which object it was protecting, they reasoned that the object must either be very powerful or very dangerous. "Well," Shane said. "It's not the Philosopher's Stone, Mum and Dad would have told me if it was."

"Why would they know?" asked Marrok. After all, he was the only one in the group who didn't know who Shane's parents were.

"Because," said Shane slowly as if it were obvious. "They own it."

Marrok gaped. "Whoa!"

Shane looked uncomfortable as Marrok gaped. "So you're immortal?"

"No. It only covers two people at one time. I did have a brother Claevan about 200 years ago, but I never even met him. Before that I've had about 70 brothers and sisters, you really don't want to know all their names." he admitted.

"And I have a sister, Orva, who's only 78," he added, almost as if it had been an afterthought.

"That's just… weird. No offence," he was quick to amend his statement.

"Anyway," said Harry quickly, to avoid a possible argument between the volatile boy and the Slytherin. "We need to find out what it is. But we can't do that without more clues. We need to do some more snooping."

"Why do we need to know?" asked Greg

Harry was indignant. "For one, the Gates protecting it have already… harmed… us. For two, I'm curious. For three, I'm sure someone is after it. And for four, well… there is no four."

"Great!" Hermione rolled her eyes.

Marrok turned to Harry. "Uh, Harry, did you find anything about my… you know?"

Harry slapped his head. "That reminds me!" he grinned. "Follow me, Marrok. You can all come, if you want."

They all stood up, scraping the chairs in the common room on the ground. As Harry lead them toward the library, he explained.

"See, the werewolf curse essentially makes a person become less human, and puts them in the form of their personality at the time, which is a wolf. Now, according to the author, who claims to have proof, but we can't be sure of that, the way that a werewolf acts in wolf form can be influenced and made more enjoyable by the company of animals."

"But Harry," said Marrok, his pale lips paler than usual, and his face looking sad. "Wild animals seem to have an inbuilt fear gene, they can't come near a werewolf without getting scared. Which makes it difficult to get food at times."

"Food?" asked Hermione, twisting a coil of blonde hair around her finger.

Marrok looked unashamed. "A wolfs gotta eat what a wolfs gotta eat."

"A wolf has got to eat what a wolf has got to eat." Hermione corrected automatically.

"Whatever," he said in reply. "So what use is that to me?"

"Ah, my dear friend," said Harry, reminiscent of a certain famous detective. "It is not what use it is to you, but what use it is for us."

Marrok blinked. "Don't worry about him," said Louise playfully. "He always speaks in riddles."

Finally, they were in the library, and Harry scampered off to find a book.

"Here it is!" he exclaimed, lifting it on to the table. The whole group crowded around. "Memoirs of a Werewolf, by 'Moony'."

He opened to a page, which was bookmarked, and read a line. "And it was with the help of my animagus friends, that I could enjoy my transformation."

They all stared at it for a moment, before Hermione voiced their thoughts. "You want us to become Animagi?"

"Yes."

"You do realise that it is extremely dangerous and hard."

Harry nodded. "Not to mention illegal."

"But if we register–,"

"Where's the fun in registering?"

"But–,"

"We'll talk about registration once we've actually managed to do the transformation, Hermione."

She nodded reluctantly. "Say 'aye' if you're in."

There was a chorus of "Aye."

"Say 'nay' if you're not." Not a single person said nay.

"Excellent!" said Harry gleefully, rubbing his hands together in an all together too evil manner. "Let's get started!"

Authors Notes:

I know some people were expecting (wanting, even) a Hermione explosion this chapter. For the moment, she's bottled her anger. Wait a couple of chapters until Harry makes another blunder and doesn't tell her something. The question for an early chapter: what colour is Hermione's hair in this chapter?

Chapter 19 (Animagus Harry): Harry turns the werewolf into a person, and they find he is Marrok Lopez. Harry goes into a coma for three weeks, and in the past he goes to visit Gills. Back in the future, they discover hat the thing that took Lilly's hand is called the Cursed Gates of Hera the Wrathful, and they make some assumptions. They decide to become animagi to help Marrok.