Tamper with Time
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 text/letter/writings bold/italicslyrics from songs
Author Notes, Notes: Remember from this chapter up, all names refer to a specific person and only for that person, and will only use that name for that purpose. Example: Potter James Potter Lupin (student) Remus Lupin Snape (student) Severus Snape The time travelers will be referred only by their other names, their other identities. As for the 4 Blacks, (Sirius Black, Bellatrix Black, Narcissa Black, Regulus Black) I'll try to make it less confusing by adding either their first name or hint hint nickname. I'll deal with them later.
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Chapter 10The next two days passed with a new buzz of excitement. Those who had at least one class with Stone talked about it constantly. The Defense teacher was being praised pass limit. Even the first-day-back prank by the Marauder's weren't spoken as frequently as it should have lasted. Even if it did revolve around the prank, it was how it backfired and how the Marauder's deserved it, how Stone had gotten them into their place. The talk around school was centered solely on Stone, much to the disappointment of Harold who hated being in the center of conversation, and hated by the Marauder's just because Stone crashed their ideal masterpiece. Even the talk on the tournament was minimal, and if there was any at it, the subject of Stone entering and wining was part of it. Stone this, Stone that. Even the Professors were sometimes caught speaking of him.
"Man, I hate him!" James growled. His friends did not speak. The four were making there way towards their next class: Charms. For two days they had kept to themselves. Surprisingly, James did not strut or stalk as he was already two embarrassed being in his other gender. The other Marauder's weren't better off, though they seemed so, as they acted more normal then James was. Lupin, being the one who held the most composure, ignored his problem and totality acted as though nothing was wrong.
"When is he going to fix this problem?" James asked again. Before anyone could reply, a voice spoke up from behind.
"MISS Potter" They spun around fast to meet the sight of a blonde, along with his gang. Lucius did what seemed like a bow, before standing and then suddenly his hand snaked out from nowhere and made a gesture to take Potter's hand in a gentleman's way. Before Malfoy could do anything else Padfoot had his wand pointed directly at the other's chest. Malfoy squinted his eyes, before straightening up as slowly as possible. " Even more beautiful this way…preferably…"
They knew Malfoy meant nothing. It was mere insult. Like Harry and Draco were, Potter and Malfoy Sr. the two never mixed in school and they never mixed afterwards. They were always at each other throats, and that was at any given time at any given place. If there was one person the Marauder's hated more then Snape, it was the Malfoys. No, they didn't hate him, they despised him, and visa versa. The only difference was Malfoy couldn't be stepped on as easily as he was a prominent figure and held a respectable place in society, the same way Potter was, as well as the Black and the Weasley family. So instead, Snape, who kept to himself and was not liked by anyone was singled out and therefore fell prey to the Marauder Pranks, just because the Potter-Malfoy feud enlarged as time went on. It was James' way of getting back at the Slytherins.
"it's about time someone stepped upon you lot." Malfoy continued, eyeing the wands that all four Maruader's had against him, knowing that his group was doing the same. "A disgrace to the Wizardry World…You people are nothing better then the rest of us…and you know it" "and isn't that a good thing" Sirius retorted. "We've never fell to the level of being Death Eaters! Never will" Remus put in. "Oh?" From behind Malfoy, Bellatrix Black spoke up. "take that back. From what I can see, half of your little group contains Death Eaters" Peter shifted uncomfortably, staring at his feet.
" One of them very dangerous indeed. Tell them cousin. Why don't you tell them who you really are? There is no need to be modest, to deny it. Even our Lord said so during the last Death Eater meeting. Why don't you tell them who you really serve? Why don't you tell Potter why you are really befriending him? Why don't you declare loyalty freely towards our master? You are a Black aren't you Sirius. You are our…" Bella gestured towards the Slytherin's "our leader and are friend aren't you. You are my cousin aren't you? You're proud of everything that our Lord has done aren't you. You're dam proud of being our Lord's Second, and his right handed man at merely 16. You're proud of bringing the Black's name glory. You truly are you're mother's boy"
Suddenly Sirius felt a new strength. He ripped away from the grips of his friends, and started throwing curses madly at the group, bellowing at the same time. "HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME AS A DEATH EATER?" Sirius roared, enraged. He flung curses wildly, madly at the Slytherins, with so much hatred that he wasn't aware of what curses he was using. His friends tried to prevent it, but it was impossible.
"ME A DEATH EATER? OVER MY DEAD BODY!" More curses were thrown. "No, wait. I AM a Death Eater. I'll be a Death Eater the day Voldemort…" The students who had gather around to witness, flinched "Voldemort's head is ripped out of my bare bloody hands" he sneered.
By now a riot was beginning to form. The Slyterin's young and old took part, and backed their own house, as did the Gryffindors. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs formed the ring, as neither houses cared much to take part in it.
Black suddenly leapt up and leaped onto Bella, pinning her onto the ground, wresting her wand away from her, and then throwing it into the crowd, not knowing that someone caught it in mid air. With his bare hands, he began choking her.
Stone quickened his pace as he and the other Professors rushed to the scene. He had heard what Sirius yelled out, and he was enraged. He didn't know who Sirius was speaking to, and he didn't care. Whoever it was would pay dearly. When he had arrived, he pushed himself to the front, catching something that was thrown aimlessly away. It turned out to be a wand.
He saw Sirius holding someone down, with one hand and beating her with the other. Suddenly there was no such thing as magic. The fight became the Muggle way, head on with fist. Harold didn't see the victim at first, but he didn't feel sympatric toward whoever it was. He took a look towards the other people involved and saw them not better off. Potter was dueling Malfoy. Lupin and Wormtail took on McNair and Narcissa respectively. Other Gryffindor's and Slytherin's matched each other one on one. Neither side was better off then the other.
Stone turned back to Sirius and his victim that he still could not see. He could see Rodolphus, or his younger version try to get close to Sirius and fend for whoever was the victim. Suddenly Stone understood. His anger boiled even more. There could be one person, and only one person that Rodolphus would fend for, and that was Bella. There was no doubt in his mind, the person underneath Sirius, and was confirmed as the victim's face came into view, was none other then Bellatirx Black.
An image flashed through Stone's mind. Once more, he watched his Godfather fall gracefully behind the veil. Once more he heard Bella's victorious laugh and triumph face before his mind. Once more he recalled Bella's taunts that followed, the mockery, the ill will that she had made Harry suffer through. Once more he felt the need to kill the woman. Suddenly, he forgot who and where he was. His sole target was to kill Bellatrix Lestrange.
He didn't care about the consequences. The only thought in his mind was that if Bella died now, she wouldn't be able to kill Sirius in the future, therefore Harry, his future self would have his Godfather.
Instead of helping the situation, he made it worst. He was after all, a Professor, and the only one present at the scene as this was his free teaching period.
Zap! Stone used Bella's wand and threw a spell with it onto its very owner. The spell came out slow and steady. The Cruciatus Curse hit Bella directly in her face. Stone held it steady, not lifting his wand, enjoying the shrill scream that filled the air.
"STONE!" Harold held his wand steady, hearing the other Professors arrive. "Professor Stone!" shrieked his former Transfiguration Professor. "What are you doing?!" "Teaching" came the simple reply. By now, the riot had stopped, as everyone was surprised that an Unforgivable Curse was actually used right beneath the headmaster's nose.
"Teaching" McGonagall repeated, puffed red, as she was speechless. "Teaching! My God, Harold! We use detention, we deduct House Points. We do not use curses…especially Unforgivable Ones!" A pause. "If it is to the point of pass tolerance, they get Expelled, for all I care, snap the wand. Do anything but, use that curse!" Like everyone else, they had heard word for word, what Sirius had bellowed. McGonagall was furious at the accusation, but even more furious at Stone for not begin able to handle the situation properly. Harold looked beside her, to find his guardian's as well as Flickwick and Sprout present. He was surprised that Dumbledore wasn't here.
"I will not tolerate such accusations to my Godfa—my pupil." Stone caught himself in his slip. "If there were any Death Eater students, I guarantee you, I will not hesitate to use an Unforgivable." No one spoke. "It's my method of teaching. Either you like it, or you don't. After I'm finish with them, you can expel them, kill them for all I care." Harold narrowed his eyes at his guardian's who were given him a warning look, to not push it. "I'll use any means, to make what I say, my beliefs clear and stick within." Stone turned to the Marauder's. "Haven't we learned that boys" "Yes sir" was the soft reply. Harold nodded, then turned back to the Transfiguration Professor.
"Harold Stone, I believe its time you release the Cruciatius Curse…" Wolfe spoke up solemnly. "I believe you went overboard with your actions." "Can you blame me?" came the retort. "No…" was the firm and soft answer. "but this is not the answer…" Stone stared into Wolfe for a long time, before releasing the curse. "Yeah…You are right."
"Malfoy, Black, Black, Black, Lestrange, McNair, Potter, Lupin, Pettigrew….headmaster office NOW!" McGonagall voiced after it was obvious that Stone's explanation was over. "Bellatirx hospital wing, then you will join the rest." The Ring parted to let them leave. "Potter, Lupin, Pettigrew, and Sirius go to class…" Stone said. The four stopped and turned. "You will go to class." He said sharply, before turning to the headmistress to speak. "This time those four are innocent. It was mere acts of self defense that led to retaliation." He paused. "I assure you, there is no flavorsome. I only defend the innocent. Sirius Black will not be accused for being someone that he is not. As for the rest of them, I will make sure that they watch their place" McGonagall seem to smile, though she tried to hide it. "I can see why the headmaster hired you…" Having said that, she swept away, with the other students trailing behind her. The other Professors ushered the ring on people away, dispersing them to class, leaving Stone alone once more.
"What relationship to you has with the Black's?" Dumbledore stepped out from the shadows, as soon as everyone else had left. "I heard and saw everything." The headmaster added. Stone didn't reply. "but you did not do anything. You did not stop the false accusations. You did nothing but silently admitting and letting it exist" Dumbledore was caught off guard. There was enormous hatred and coldness in those words. He knew that this ran further then it appeared.
"What relationship do you have with the Blacks?" He asked again, ignoring Harold's statement. "I have no relationship with any of them, aside Sirius. The Black's are a Dark family, who served one Dark Lord after the other. I will have nothing to do with such people." "Yes, yes, Sirius Black, is an exception is he not? The only Black heir to deny ties with his family…very peculiar though, that is for him to be so close to the Potters" "You too are accusing him?" Stone said hotly. "No, but I do assume that is where you met him? Through the Potters?" "No, I keep to myself. There is a reason for that."
"So I've heard." Dumbledore hesitated. "Your guardians spoke a little of your past." Stone's eyes flashed. "They said you're parents died, at merely one. Your Godfather at the age of 15. Your friends and anyone else around you. Thus you have kept yourself locked up from the world around you." "What does that have to do with anything?!" Stone raised his voice. "Everything…It does not fit your character. You would not so openly allow that innocence to sip into a Black. So there must be another reason, and there is. It's one of the many things you keep hidden from me" he said flatly.
"He did not tell you who my Godfather or my parents were did he?" "No, would you like to share?" "No, However I will say this.
My Godfather died in a messed up world. He was accused of murdering 13 people. He was accused of betraying his best friend, my parents to Voldemort, when actually another close friend did that. He was accused of being Voldemort's Second, if the man ever fell. He was accused of many things, and sent to Azkaban for it. He was innocent. An innocent man, poisoned for 13 long years, just because people of this mess up world believed in this bullshit.
Sirius Orion Black is an innocent man. I am sure of it. I know it. I will not let him be fated to a life that was that of my Godfather."
"The man that you speak of, do not ring a bell. I have not heard of such nonsense. It couldn't have been that long ago as you look a little over 20 or so. Things that occur 5 or 6 years ago are not easily forgotten." Harold shrugged. "I'm a nobody. Nothing about me is worthwhile. I'm not the savior of this world. Of course its not noted."
"Why did you use the Unforgivable." Dumbledore changed the subject, as he was not getting answers. "She deserved it. Anyone in her state would deserve it." Harold turned to look at him. "She's never done anything to you? Black's case is not legitimate enough." Stone was about to burst out with a She-did-nothing-to-me speech, but held it, as he realized that this Dumbledore was not the Dumbledore that he knew so well.
"You will know in time. Judge me then. Judge me then, when you know the truth. You don't know me. You never knew me. I don't think you ever will know me." "I will if you let me.." "No. You already know more then is intended"
"Tom Riddle was just like you. He had kept everything from me. I know when something is wrong. Though both he and you seem to be able to keep it from me, I have my suspicions.
Harold, I'm only here to help. Take that hand of friendship. Hiding your past and your identity towards me does not help matters. I…I…do not want you to turn out like Tom."
"I will not turn out like Tom. I will never become that monster Voldemort. One of that kind in the world is plenty. You need not to worry about me. I have taken that hand of friendship early. Why else would I have come to teach, when I could be reigning at Voldemort's side? I have my own reasons to keep my secrets. Revealing them is deadly, and unaffordable. In time, I promise, I will tell you everything. It is for my safety as well as others. I hope you understand that."
"and I hope that day will come soon" The headmaster spoke, watching Stone walk slowly away, towards his classroom. It was long after Stone disappeared behind the corridor when the headmaster made his way to his office.
The Marauder's emerged from their Charms class with the Hufflepuffs, started out boring, but ended with new information. Charms started out dull as it was merely an introductory lesson, the year's synopsis of what was to come. Perhaps it was because Zhang was already nervous about teaching, or maybe because Flickwick was eyeing her closely, or maybe just because the class seemed distracted, restless then usual. Whatever the reason, it was not successful, and quite the opposite. In fact, the class period turned into a discussion of Harold Stone.
When Zhang had tried to inquire the reason, it was too her surprise that Flickwick was the one who offered the explanation. She had listen intently, disapprovingly at Stone's actions, but did not say a thing. Instead, she apologized on his behalf for his un-professional behavior, and promised that she'll speak with him as soon as she could. Everyone else had inquired, were in fact eager to find out more, learn more about the mysterious man. Outnumbered and not the best at concealing information, she spoke carefully, avoiding answering questions directly, until the end of the period.
Now, the four of them were once again in the hallways, this time heading for Potions, the dungeons. They already had 2 out of the 4 new Professors, having Wolfe the first day, and had found both disappointing. However, they were expecting difference from Swell and Stone, whom they would have their first class with him after Potions, the last class of the day.
Swell, though he did not have a reputation like Stone's, he did stand as one of the stricter Professors, evening out with McGongall. Swell, as they heard, were also one person not to be crossed, and one that was also rumored, to be the Professor whom the students despised the most. Just between Stone, Swell and McGonagall, one student could lose up to 125 House Points from each Professor in one go. Though of course, Stone was worst, as demonstrated earlier. That man didn't only leave it at House Points, but went with further punishment, sometimes going way overboard.
"So what do you think of Stone?" Wormtail asked. "Stay on his good side…." Came Lupin's reply. "No, no, Moony, I meant of him as a person?" "Well, I'll say, he's unlike anyone I've encountered. I can't quite figure him out. He always seems a step ahead." Potter gestured at himself. "You know, just our prank. We took months to formulate it. He ruined it so causally. It backfired at such high of a price." He added. "Very true." Padfoot added.
Then Sirius added thoughtfully. "That man is full of mysteries. He's hiding something. I could feel it. Don't know what it is. Something about him nags me"
How come it feels as though he knows me? We have never met before. Yet it feels as though I've known him all my life. Why would a complete stranger defend me against my cousin, my entire family. How could Stone have known the truth, and trust me. My family line runs so deeply in the Dark Arts. What would make him think that I'm an exception.
I must speak with him. I will somehow decipher Harold Stone.
"Indeed it does." Lupin replied. "His life fascinates me" Sirius mused. "Me too…How about this" Potter stopped walking and turned to his friends. "We shall untangle Stone, and shed light to the world of who he really is" James didn't know why he said it that way. It made it as though Stone really isn't Stone, but someone entirely different.
"I suggest you don't Potter." A voice growled behind them, causing them, causing them to jump. They had reached the dungeons without realizing it. Swell was standing cross armed before them. "Don't stick your nose into other people's lives, especially not Harold's. If you do, you will regret it. I will make sure you regret it. Now move along before I deduct points for being late. Tardiness is not acceptable…"
Potter glared at Swell. He entered the classroom muttering something. "What was that Potter?" Swell asked. "Nothing!" Potter growled. "Really…" Swell stared into Potter, reading his mind and the nasty thoughts. "You've got something to say, then say it in my face. Gryffindors are bold are they not? Only Slytherins plot behind their backs." James did not argue, or if he was going to, was stopped by Black. "Come on, lets go…"
Swell watched as they sat themselves down with their house, making a mental note that Potter was about 3 seats away from Evans. He didn't flirt, as Swell was use to seeing, but instead leaned over towards Black as the other whispered something to him. A smile crept over Potter's face, nodding agreeing.
Swell ignored it, having a feeling that it wouldn't be good. Instead he focused on the task at hand. The moment the bell rang, he waived his wand toward the doors and shut it. The noise immediately ceased and attention fell on him. He was indeed gifted in keeping a class in order.
"Angels, Thomas" A sandy haired, plump Ravenclaw replied.
"Beck, Josh" His best friend, with a very contrasting appearance, bald, skinny, tall was called next.
"Bradley, Michael" was the first Gryffindor on the list.
Down the list he went, calling out roll, eyeing the Gryffindor or Ravenclaw closely, reading their thoughts at the same time.
"Evans, Lily" Swell lingered on that name. He took his time. He had missed Lily. Though he would never admit it, she was his best friend at school and afterwards, though neither showed it. More then once, Lily had come to him seeking advice on Potter, and he had begrudging gave it. Looking up slowly, and staring at her directly for the first time since he was here, he noticed that she was just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more. He shook his head. He would not think that way. No, he refused to think that way. If only for Harry's sake, he would cease his thoughts.
Taking his eyes off her, he returned to calling out names, finishing quicker then he had hoped. He let the silence fill the room, before speaking once more.
"As you may be well aware of by now, this is a Potion's class. From reading reports of your previous Professors, I may correctly presume that you are behind." He narrowed his eyes into slits, scanning the room.
A hand shot up. Swell stared coldly at one of the Ravenclaw. "Yes Shawl?" "How are we behind? Even Professor Dumbledore praised us last year for being on task" Swell rolled his eyes. "Professor Dumbledore's curriculum is different from mines."
"Potter" Swell snapped suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood" James stared at him, caught by surprise. Even if he wasn't he was still stumped. He had no idea what asphodel was, let on the answer to the question. Potions, after all, was his least favorite, least successful class. He would have given anything to have taken Double Transfiguration. McGongall had insisted him to take Advance Potions, as in the previous year, he had said that he wanted to become an Aurour, and the only way to do that, was to take this class. So now, he sat miserably staring dumbly at his Professor, while the others stared at him.
"Tut, tut—clearly fame isn't everything. It will do well to cease your arrogant ways. You do not own the school, so don't make it look that way." There was a growl from Potter. "Two points from Gryffindor."
Swell ignored it. "What is aconite, and what is it used for…." Something shimmered in Potter's eyes. He opened his mouth, but shut it immediately. Swell was looking at him intently, the answer, and the correct one was swarming in the teen's mind. He knew the other was pondering to answer or not.
"No reply? Another 2 points" Swell spoke coldly. James said nothing as he decided that nothing would make him speak of the uses of that plant in front of the class and his Professor.
"Anyone else…." Swell's eyes swept through the class once more, noting that Lupin shifted under his gaze. "Asphodel and wormwood make the Draught of Living Death. It is a sleeping Potion so powerful, its leaves its victim in a half living half death like situation…not pleasant indeed."
The class just stared at him. "Well? Why aren't you all coping it down?" There was a sudden rummage of paper and quills. By the time most people settled down, Swell was talking immensely of its characteristics, uses, and the way to make it. He had deliberately focused on this one, as he did not speak of the Wolfsbane again.
"We will be begin brewing tomorrow." Swell said, the moment the bell rang. "As for tonight, research and write a four parchment essay on the Draught of the Living Dead." A pause. "Class dismissed."
The class existed Potions like a gust of wind. No one wanted to stay any longer then necessary. Also for the Gryffindors, they were to have their first Defense Against the Dark Art's class. Even though it was the first class with the Slytherin's, their excited mood could not be crushed. Too much talk about Stone had made them all eager to find a seat in the front of the room and start early.
The Maruader's were no exception. Leaving behind the heavy heart in Potions, they eagerly headed up the stairs, though the corridors, and straight to the classroom, not expecting what was waiting for them on the other end of the door.
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