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 underlinetext/letter/writings bold/italicslyrics from songs

gallandro-83 thank you for the review! Glad you like it! First off, yes, the group are back in time. The teachers they are now, did exist before. As for them playing their part or changing it, no one knows for sure. It is true they want to change the past, but unintentionally they are only repeating history. However, do keep in mind, the future is not written. What the group knew as the future, can and will change. Perhaps Harry can lay the framework of the future, or at least he tries to, however things never come out the way it was meant to be.

The wheels are always moving and always changing, for better or for worst. Harry and the rest (who exactly the rest?) will never truly be out of the fight, even if they want to. They are in too deep that there is no way out. They can only go forward. As for where Voldemort is, I will say no more. (You won't be finding out about him for sometime). In the meantime ponder this. Is Voldemort the time traveled, experienced, know future, much more mature and powerful Dark Lord. Or is he still the fresh at the peak of his power, know nothing of future and cares nothing of consequences Dark Lord.

Ok, to keep this simple. Snape likes Lily. James like Lily. Lily does not like James (yet) nor does she like Snape (or if she ever does, will never show it). Snape and Lily are in a more friend terms. She doesn't really know what she wants, relationship or championship and more importantly which of the two boys she wants to fall under what character. James could be Lily's lover (eventually) but Snape may end up as her best friend, a person whom she could consult in, in a more friendly terms with her problems or just about things that she can't tell James. Don't worry, the relationship will hopefully be expanded.

Thanks again for the review. Hope things are clarified. Then again, I'm throwing much more, and opening new questions in this chapter, that might add to the confusion. Just ask!

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Chapter 14

After the dinner, Dumbledore gathered all the participating Professors and had them wait in the next room. Those who didn't participate were allowed to do as they pleased.

Stone followed the others into the room, through a small back door. There were chairs, numerous chairs placed in a half circle. There was a small fire which burned neared the mantelpiece. He settled himself next to the fire place waiting for Dumbledore to speak.

"As you all know, the tournament will be held October 31 at the Quidditch field." The old man's voice trailed off as Stone got comfortable and drowsy. All he was aware of was the old man's mouth moving, indicating that he was still speaking.

A vision suddenly flooded his mind and he was brought back to his younger years. He could recall the last and only time that he was in this particular room along with Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour and Cedric Diggory. He could still recall Fleur's reaction the first time he had entered, asking him if they wanted him back in the hall. Stone chuckled slightly at that.

Someone shook him and Stone pulled himself together. He looked around surprised to find it was the headmaster, and that they were the only two that was left in the room.

"Harold my boy, you seem so distracted. Is everything all right?" "I'm fine Professor." Harold scanned the room as if hoping he wasn't the only one left. Dumbledore, as though reading his mind, responded to the unasked question. "The others were dismissed, half an hour ago. You were so dazed and keen being somewhere distant that I thought it was best to let you be." 'I was swimming in a sea of memories." "Ah!" The headmaster remarked, running his fingers through his beard, knowingly. "Yes, yes indeed, the past can do things like this to us" Harold did not seem to be listening as his eyes were still distant.

"The way there are infinite stars in the galaxy, there are infinite numbers of men who would wish to tamper with time. To go back and fix the past, knowing the future, for the better or for the worst." "Don't we all" Harold interrupted, growling. "but of the infinite amount only a selective handful have done so in the past." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling madly. "and of that handful, only one man can alter history." For the briefest moment, Harold saw the very same triumph, secretive face that he had found on the older, dead man. "and succeed."

Harold thought for a very long time. It wasn't the first time that he felt Dumbeldore was keeping something important, hidden from him. He despised that fact, and hated the man for doing so.

"Professor, if you, if you ever went back in time, what would you do?" Dumbledore's eyebrows rose and flashed at being asked such a thing. "Harold" Dumbledore asked eyeing him suspiciously. "Is there anything you'll like to share? Anything at all?"

"No, I was just curious. As you were the one who did bring up the subject." Stone casually eased in. The headmaster lifted his gaze from him and let it linger anywhere but him.

"I have to admit, I do make mistakes, numerous of them, some more harmful then others and some more unforgivable then others. I must say, I am among the infinite that wish to turn back time." Dumbledore began to stalk, his pace quickening as he continued. "but sad to admit, I am not of the handful that was selected."

"But what if you were and you were the one who had a burden who was tied by destiny and fate to alter history." Harold spoke quietly as though afraid to break the man's concentration on whatever the older man had in mind. "What if you were that lucky man?"

"What about you Harold Stone? What would you do?" Dumbledore's sudden question caught his future pupil by surprise.

"I do not know. I truly do not know." Harold thought a bit, long and hard. It was the truth, there was nothing to hide. "At first, I would alter the past; change it in a way to make it suitable for a future, my future, the way I want it to be done."

"but?" Dumbledore asked, waiting patiently for answer, now pausing and sat down before Stone.

"by doing so, the world has crumble faster and deeper. The more I find myself trying, the worst it gets. I find myself trying to fix one thing, but something else, bigger and worst, falls apart."

Seeing that Harold was finished, Dumbledore closed his eyes as though thinking. Finally opening them, after a long, long time.

"Look at me, look directly at my eyes." Unwillingly but giving in to the tone, Harold did so. Once more, he felt as though he and Dumbledore were having those long 'chats' that he was now accustomed to do so. As if out of habit, he put of his mind shields, just in case the headmaster was going to probe him.

"Harold Stone" The headmaster spoke, exasperated, noticing the strong mind wards that told him not to even bother probing. "Let me give you some simple advice. If I was that man, I would not carry that burden alone. I would find someone whom I know and trust and share it with him/her. Remember, we are all here to help. I am here to help. My doors are always open to you, and always will be. Go find that someone, and ask for their advice."

Stone bounced up and stood almost immediately, suddenly uncomfortable and did not want to continue to be alone with the headmaster, to continue this conversation.

"Harold" "I heard you the first time." Stone stopped at the door. "then take my advice" "I already have" with that, Harold Stone disappeared around the hallway.

Dumbledore sat in silence. Then he slowly took out a pensive. Using his wand, he retrieved the memory and placed it inside. Long into the next morning, at the crack of dawn, the headmaster had finally come up with a conclusion. Along with his other thoughts he placed it inside, watching it intently.

Harold Stone from the future???? His companions from the future as well??

Swirled a couple of times before it was dissolved from the surface. This wasn't the first time Dumbledore had thought so. After previously studding his pensive, he had found out that more then once, numerous questions had pop up regarding Harold and the future. The young man was stubborn as he did not reveal more then he was suppose to. However, given what he had, Dumbledore was confident that he could break the mystery himself.

Halloween

He stared awestruck at what was laid before him. It suddenly felt as though he was experiencing de ja vu. It was around 8 pm and the Qudditch field was barely lit. As he had recalled the previous time, there was a gigantic walls that wrapped itself among each other, forming a maze, a horrific reminder of the Third Task. The difference was, this time there was rain, thunder and lightening.

Harold shuddered involuntarily at the walls that held its own secrets. Faintly, he could hear Dumbledore explaining that this was a test of abilities, set to the standards of a professional auror training. It was more or less like a process of elimination. As there were numerous staff members participating, this was to drastically cut back on the numbers that would continue.

The rules were, there were no rules. All one had to do was retrieve the prized item (Dumbledore had not told them what it was) and be able to get out of the maze with it, in time with a 1 hour limit.

Harold breathed in and out. His head, more precisely his hidden scar was beginning to hurt and ache. Memories of the last time he was in there, was no help at all. It only brought pain, and more pain.

From out of nowhere, a pair of hands looped around his waist. He was pulled back. "Please be careful Harry" Xi placed her head on his back so that only he could here. "Please, I don't want to lose you here either." Harold turned around and gave a reassuring hug. "It's just a task, nothing more. It'll be easy. I'll be out in half an hour, and it would be over with."

"Please. Just promise." Stone did not know what to say. "Oh please Cho, cheer up would you. Root for me ok?" "Just please?" Stone was suddenly angry.

"What's wrong with you anyways? You're acting as though I'll end up dead and desert you. You're already saying your goodbyes…" "That's how Cedric came out."

Stone drew a sharp intake of breath. That was the last person he wanted to think about out loud, though that was all that was bugging him. The task indeed looked all too familiar to the third task of the Tri-wizard tournament. The last thing he wanted was the image of Cedric and the graveyard.

Cedric, that image haunted him the most and being somewhere that both of them once been only strike the pain.

Two more pair of hands were placed on his shoulder. Stone looked up to see his guardians with a very concerned and worried expression.

"Harry, are you sure about this? Going in there again?" Jay asked gently. Harold nodded. "Don't worry you guys, this is not the third task. The thing, whatever it is, isn't going to be a portkey." He paused. "therefore, neither Voldemort or" his voice wavered slightly. "Cedric would be there"

Jay seeing that Harold was stubborn gave a sigh before turning to Swell, giving him a pleading look of help. All the other man did was roll his eyes.

"Just be careful Potter. We're in a time and space not of our own. Anything can happen. Be alert as always." Swell handed him an ordinarily ring. "If anything becomes out of control, the ring will glow and I'll be notified." He held out his own right hand which had an identical looking ring. "I'll be there"

Stone gave a thank you smile before slipping it onto his own finger.

"Professor Stone, are you ready?" Dumbledore asked from a distant. "Good luck" the three encouraged him. Wolfe held him tight for a while. "Remember, red sparks." He let the other go. "We will be there, all of us" "Thank you, Professor."

Stone jogged up to Dumbledore. "Yes sir." Dumbledore nodded. The headmaster turned to face the gathered audience, muttered "Sonorus" and then began to address the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentlemen….Welcome to opening of another Head of the House Tournament." A huge cheer swept the crowd who were sitting by House on the Quidditch Stands. A ripple of assorted, undistinguishable names swept through them, wave after wave.

Stone paid no attention to the opening speech. He was focusing on trying to forget the past and focus at that task at hand. Ever since he had been here, standing before the massive maze walls, and after Cho and his guardians had warned him and reminded him of Cedric and Voldemort, he had been having memory flashes of the very night he was here.

Krum, Delacour, Diggory were all present. It suddenly felt as though only the four champions were competing. The four of them were standing alone and were waiting patiently, patiently for something.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!" Ludo Bagman's voice echoed through the stands. "Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tied in first place, with eighty-five points each---Mr. Cedric Diggory and Mr. Harry Potter, both of Hogwarts School! In second place, with eighty points---Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute! And in third place---Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!"

Harry pulled himself together, desperately trying to listen and concentrate at what Dumbledore was saying instead of Bagman. However, he found it impossible.

"So on my whistle, Harry and Cedric! Three---Two---One--"

A whistle blew. Stone watched as his younger self and Cedric speed into the maze. Without realizing it, his own feet began to move as he sped off after them, as though afraid to loose sight of them.

"Lumos" Stone cried out, dashing after the people in his memories, catching up to them the miniute he reached the first fork. Without thinking he took the right one, abandoning his younger self and continued pursuing the image of Cedric Diggory.

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