Written by: HoshiHikari
Disclaimer: I do not own HP! That's right, the characters still all belong to J.K Rowling As for the plot, it might have been done before, so I won't take credit for that either
Summary: Complete darkness had befallen across the entire world, wizardry and Muggle alike. The final battle between Harry and Voldemort takes an unexpected turn. Now, the remaining survivors are thrown back into time. Harry must now face a younger and stronger Voldemort, the Voldemort that is currently at the height of power. Can Harry fulfill his destiny before the entire world collapse around him and is consumed by Darkness…again?
Author Notes: "…." talk Italic thoughts/dreams /…/ Parseltongue Snake language underline text/letter/writings bold/italicslyrics from songs
Author Notes Notes: Alright, this chapter is slightly revised, only to fix the timeline, as many have pointed out logical problems.
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Chapter 7 (Revised)He gently placed the orb onto the center of the table, moving it from side to side, staring it from different angles, quite unsatisfied with where and how to place it. Fifteen minutes later, he was still trying to place the last item, the orb that clogged with gray mist, reflecting only a portion of his face.
Suddenly, he pointed his wand at the door and opened it. "I saw you coming….A gift granted to seers…" he spoke loudly, truing to the open door and watching a young man ascend up to the astronomy tower.
Stone smiled weakly, closing the door behind him. "Yes, a rare gift indeed…and a useful one…" he nodded to his guardian. "I seemed to have left something with you….that out to be mines…." Stone stepped up to the table, and glanced down at a piece of blank parchment. "Don't think you'll need this. I daresay it's useless to you…" Stone picked up the paper. Wolfe did not bother to stop him as he watch Stone take back the Map. "it's not safe to lay paper around everywhere….it might end in the wrong hands if you know what I mean…" Wolfe smiled. "I had planned to return it to you….after I had finish with this Orb. Like you said, old parchment is useless to me…."
Wolfe gestured at the Orb, before adding. "Harry, you didn't come all the way up here just for that did you?" Harry only seemed to have heard him, nodding, slightly distracted as he stared into the Orb. "Dumbledore's planning to introduce us to some of the other professors, that is, after we're done settling in. He says preferably during lunch" "Ah, yes of course. I assume you are done unpacking then?" Harry shrugged. "Somewhat"
"What is this anyways…" He asked, fascinated by the Orb. "Peer in it, and tell me what you see…." Wolfe muttered solemnly. Harold did so. He didn't seem surprised at first, however, that changed dramatically.
He was breathing heavily, wand pointed directly at a blurry figure, or figures, he could not tell as it was only an outline... He could hear a triumph high pitch laugh, broken up by crying…crying of a child, a baby.
"Finally at last. I have won. At last Harry James Potter will die…" That voice was unmistakably Voldemort's. "Avada…Keda…
Harold's head burst into pain, worst then it had ever been before. The next thing he knew, he felt his body being torn apart, as though body and soul threaten to separate from each other. He cried out in pain, and then stumbled onto the floor.
Wolfe was shaking as he bent down and shook Harold awake, calling "Harry!! Harry!!" He looked at Harold's face, wide eyed as he saw the mixture of Harry and Harold trying to surface. Harry's scar was evident and it was bleeding continuously.
"Harry!!! Harry!!" Wolfe was desperate. He had witnessed what Harry had saw and it frightened him tremendously. He just took the young man in his arms and held him for a long time, fixing up the scar until Harold finally calmed down and was able to speak.
"Remus….Remus…." He clung onto his guardian. "I got you. You're all right….Harry…" he muttered, though he did not sound calm. Harold took in soft breaths, slowly, until his breathing had regained to normality.
"What was that? Did, did you see….see what I saw?" Wolfe pushed the Orb away before continuing.
"This is The Orb of Destined Fate." "The Orb of Destined Fate?" Harold repeated. "Yes, It reveals to the person who looks at it, his or her destined fate. In your case Harry, no matter in what time space continuum we are in, the Prophecy holds true. You will one day, defeat Voldemort….It is your fate. You are destined towards it. Nothing you do can change that path. It may be delayed, as Voldemort had caused it, however, it cannot be avoided."
Harold gulped. "It's saying I'm going to die?" he whispered. "Voldmort look like he had won…" Wolfe looked uneasy. "I do not know. I really do not know Harry…." Wolfe seemed even more disturbed then Harold was, though he did not show it.
After a short silence, Wolfe stood up, and dusted off, and spoke as though nothing had happened. "Come on Harold. We don't want to be late for lunch. Don't want the food to cold. I heard they are making some new dishes for us." Wolfe inhaled deeply. "Yes, I can smell it. Roast beef, pork chops, lamb chops….smells more like a feast then a casual lunch." Harold smiled as his stomach growled. "That'll fill me up. It's been a while since we had such food available." Leading the way, Harold and Jay made their way down to the Great Hall.
Wolfe pushed the Great Doors open. The Great Hall was set up quite differently. The four house tables weren't there, nor were the staff table. All that was there was a single long table in the center of the room with Dumbledore sitting at the end and the other Professors sitting on the sides.
"Sorry we're a bit late…." Harold apologized as all the Professors and the headmaster were seated with empty plates, as though waiting for them to come. "Got a little held back with settling in." Stone made his way across the hall and plopped himself down between Zhang and Swell. Wolfe sat down on the end of the table. Swell raised an eyebrow at Stone, but didn't say a thing.
"Quite understandable. Now that we are all here, let's tuck in." Just as Jay had predicted, or smelled mostly likely from the kitchen, the plates were filled with all sorts of roast foods.
"So, you must be Professor Stone" Harold looked up at the voice to see McGonagall, who was sitting directly across from him, staring at him. "Yes…" "Albus has spoke so highly of you…." Harold smiled, helping himself to some potatoes. "Are you enjoying it here? At Hogwarts. Are you settling in well?" "Quite well. Big place here, its easy to get lost. Aside from that, very pleasant indeed…" His companions tried to hold back a snigger as it would be quite funny if Harold ever got lost at Hogwarts.
Harry Potter…no…Harold Stone was the only person that knew this castle inside and out. Neither Dumbledore nor the Marauders and especially not the Weasley twins knew close to 50 percent of what Harold knew. The Marauder's Map had been so out dated that Harold had mapped out Hogwarts again, this time covering a total of 5 parchments front and back. The new map had new accessories added in addiction to what the Marauder's Map had. The Map that Harold had gotten from Wolfe earlier that day was one such piece.
"So…would you like to tell us a little about yourself and your credentials? It is rare that that there are still people like you who sound so confident. Xi has already told a little about herself. I'm surprised she knows this much. Makes it much easier for me as the Master Charms Professor to teach alongside her." "Sure...Professor er…." Flickwick and McGonagall nodded. "Minvera McGonagall….Transfiguration Professor" " Filius Flickwick Charms Professor…" "Pleasure to meeting you two…"
Lunch that day, everyone listened intently to Harold's tale, not of the future, he did not mention any of that, but parts that won't affect the future when it was told. He spoke of his years at school, about his guardians and about his best friend. He spoke of how he enjoyed Quidditch and showed some of his powers and his ideals of how he'll be teaching. Basically the rest of the day as well as the next few ones, the staff learned a little history of Harold.
He sat leisurely at the staff table. To his right sat Stone and to his left was Wolfe. Stone watched as the students piled into the Great Hall talking excitedly and chattering loudly. Taking a look around, he quickly caught sight of a few recognizable people. His stomach squirmed as he spotted some recognizable faces.
"There's Frank and Alice Longbottom and Amos Diggory at the Hufflepuff table, seventh year." Harry nodded. "and in the Gryffindor table, the Marauder's, Lily Evans" "Yeah, I spotted them first as they came in." Harry watched as the Marauder's were huddled together, their heads buried together. He wondered what they were up to.
There were no Ravenclaws are Hufflepuffs which Stone could recognize immediately.
"and while you are on that…there are a few others…you might want to be careful around…." Swell added, glancing at the Slytherin table. "Not a pleasant lot." Harold took a look at the Slytherin table. "Most of the future inner circle Death Eaters is there…." Swell whispered. Indeed Harold recognized a few. "Lucius Malfoy, and the four Blacks, Bellatrix Black, Narcissa Black, Regulus Black and Sirius…" "Leave Sirius out of it…" Stone snapped. Swell inclined his head. "Same year as your dad. Nott, Crabbe, Goyle a year younger. Macnair, Avery, Barty Crouch Jr. and Rodolphus a year older….and Severus he's…" Harold looked up at that, to notice him clutching his left forearm where he knew the Dark Mark was. He was going to ask, but the hall had fallen silent as the Sorting Hat began its song.
Hogwarts founded under four best friends
Who swore to Live and to Die together
Shared the happiness
Suffered each other's pains
Inseparable by all means
Who'll would have thought
Internal betrayals
External Clashes
Would fail as friendship divides
The best of friends
Slytherin, he the cunning pure blood
Ravenclaw, she the wise and the smart
Hufflepuff, she the just and the loyal
Gryffindor, he the brave and the bold
Such unlikely people
United so long ago
Divided now as
Fear discord and faults
Are blamed on the other
History repeats itself
Once more
External Foe threatens
Internal betrayals just around the corner
Will we crumble from within
Will we crumble from the outside
No
Hogwarts will stand
Proud and Strong
The way it has for so long
Villain and Hero
Has returned to finish
What was meant to have be finished long ago
A second chance has begun
History shall repeat
If you wish
The future is not set
Act now
Heed the warning
Time will run out
The way it has done before
Having said that, the hat began its sorting, beginning with "Archer, Ryan" Hufflepuff , and ended with "Zach, Jake" Slythern.
Harold wasn't paying much attention. The song was still playing in his head. The hat had warned of this once, and now its warning again. Stone thought a bit, but managed to pull himself out when Dumebledore stood up to speak.
"Welcome!" his voice boomed over the silent people. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few start of the term notices…
First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older members should do well to remember…" his eyes turned to the Marauders. "The Whopping Willow is out of bounds to those who do not wish to die a painful death." There were nods.
"Secondly, I am please to welcome 4 new members into our Hogwarts Staff. The first, Harold Stone, Defense Against the Dark Arts..." Stone stood up, as people clapped, noticing the skeptical faces on them. "Samuel Swell Potions" Many disgusted faces as Harold sat and Swell stood. "Jay Wolfe Divination and Xi Zhang will be side teaching alongside Professor Flickwick.
Lastly, I am proud to announce that this year is that of another, Head of the House Tournament." For the first time, there was loud applause and whistling throughout the room. Harold smiled. He had longed heard about this Hogwarts tradition. It was written throughout the books and went back as long as he could remember.
"For those of you who do not know, or are not familiar, let me explain. Every ten years Hogwarts holds a tournament which expands for two years. It is a tournament which the Hogwarts Staff compete against each other to earn the title, 'Head of the House'. I daresay it's not easy to earn. Similar to the Tri-Wizard Tournament, this tests the Staff on various aspects of self defense, the knowledge and usage of the vast majority of spells and potions, sharpens their reflexes and overall keeps them in top shape."
Throughout his seven years at Hogwarts, Stone did not witness this event. It had unfortunately occurred 2 years before he attended Hogwarts. From what he heard and read, to be the 'Head of the House' was no different then being the Lord or the Master or the King or whatever you liked to call it for the next ten years until the next tournament began and another ten years and another if she or he kept winning. She or he would not only be physically, mentally, and emotionally in top shape but also most likely be the most powerful wizard or witch of the century, in ring with Dumbledore and Voldemort. The point of the tournament is to train for all that might happen on the battlefield.
"The first tournament will occur on Halloween. Sign ups will began in two weeks. Make sure your favorite Professor is entered! Bets will also be taken then…" A pause as the headmaster took in the Grand Hall. "With that said, lets tuck in"
Food magically appeared and everyone began eating.
"Harold, I assume you will take part?" Swell eased in, as he knew Harry never put down a challenge. "You have a thirst to prove yourself…." Harold raised an eyebrow. "Nope. Usually I'm at the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't draw attention to me….attention somehow finds me…." Not saying much more he finished his meal in silence.
Haha! Barely changed. Timeline hopefully fixed. Hope you guys liked it! So…quick recap. The Orb of Destined Fate….what did Harry see? The Sorting Hat's new song…what did it mean? The 'Head of the House' Tournament….something new to look forward to. Review!!!