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 underline text/letter/writings bold/italics lyrics from songs

Petites sorcières: First off, your English is fine for a non-native speaker. If you didn't say anything, I wouldn't be able to tell. I'll try to answer your questions here, though doesn't like putting replies here, so if you have an account, can I ask you to sign in or leave some form of contact information so that I can reply? Thanks. First off, Harry is in the same world. He is in the past. The theory behind the Cedric chapter is that the first task of the Head of the House tournaments is so similar to the third task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament that they get pulled together and become one. The past is what affects the future, so by being in the past, Harry is recreating the future, so if he ever gets back to his time, it won't really be his time, because the past is different. For your second one, I can't help you. I can't directly tell you who the spy is, that's giving away the story. However, if you reread, it's quite clear, buried in there somewhere. Yes, I did it on purpose, making it seem like anyone, because that's reality, it can be anyone. So sorry, I can't tell you. All I can do is try to update faster, move this story along, and then you'll find out earlier. Moving on now, well, I suppose I did make age difference/time frame mistakes. Thanks for pointing them out. As for Longbottoms, well they aren't going to be important in this story, so they aren't in it (though I know it isn't fair, the sacrifices from Frank and Alice and later on Neville). For Moody, the magical eye had to come from somewhere. Since Harry is from the future, he'll have it and since it is useful, he gave it to him anyway. So yes, plotline/past isn't exactly how it is in the Rowling books for its focused on how everything little thing can change the future and how Harry and them and trying to change the future of what they know by changing the past, but ended up failing anyways.

Chapter 27 The second task: the Dream

Harry stood in a dark room. Long shadows were cast by the only source of light, a fire on the other side of the room that was struggling to stay alit. From what he could tell, aside from the two people in the center of the room, one kneeling before the other, the room was quite bare.

"Milord,"

"Raise Swollowtail" the figure who could only be Voldemort spoke. "What news have you brought me?"

"As you know my lord, the head of the house tournaments are being held this year at Hogwarts." Swollowtail began. "Potter is in it."

"Crucio!" Voldemort hissed.

"Please milord!" Swollowtail cried though the pain. "He has left the castle! He has left the castle, as the task requires it!"

Voldemort held the curse.

"This is the perfect time to attack! He's not under the protection of Dumbledore or Hogwarts, or is he protected by his real-family and of course me."

The Dark Lord's head tilted to one side as though to think.

"and where is he?"

"I don't know." Swollowtail spoke slowly. "All I know is he and Johnson are heading here."

The Death Eater flicked its wand and conjured the memory of the bridge and its surrounding area as displayed on the map. Voldemort studied it as the other spoke of the task.

Harry stood there, anger written across his entire body. There was nothing he could do but listen and witness another betrayal by one of his closes people, one who he called his family. He studied Voldemort who now had his eyes closed as though concentrating on something.

"Swollowtail, leave. I shall reward you later."

Harry didn't even glance at the Death Eater who bowed and left quickly.

Suddenly, Voldemort opened his eyes and stared at the spot Harry was hidden at. Harry felt an enormous pain wash into his body though his scar. He bent over, taken by surprised. He didn't think he would be affected by this. After all it was only a dream.

"Dream is it?" Voldemort murmured. "I'll say nightmare."

Harry gritted his teeth, angry at himself for letting his mental defenses fall.

"Oh those fell long ago." Voldemort stepped closer. "Dumbledore would be sourly disappointed. You let your emotions control you again." He took another step forward. "It's my pleasure to watch you break."

"What do you want Voldemort…" Harry managed to ask, grabbing his head with both hands for it felt like it was about to explode.

"What I've wanted since you were one boy." Voldemort bent down so that they were eye level. Harry shrugged but was forced to stare into the bloodshot eyes. "Where are you boy? Where are you?"

Harry hastily tried to put up shields in his head as he felt information leak.

"No matter, shall I get to your friends then, or your family. Shall I persecute the werewolf? Shall I kill the Potion Master spy? Or shall I destroy your wife in front of you?"

"Stay away from my family!" Harry yelled. "I swear I'll kill you!"

"Or shall it be the Black traitor, will you fall for the same trap twice, I wonder." He paused and then an evil smile emerged. "I know. James Potter and Lily Evans."

"Stay away from my parents!"

"I can't get to you, but I can get to them. If they die, you will not exist!"

Voldemort's laugh echoed through the empty hallway.

"Harold, Harold, Harold!" He felt someone calling his name. It was faint, and he ignored it.

"HAROLD STONE!" The voice was urgent. "Wake up! Come on! Wake up!"

"Enjoy your stay in San Francisco." Voldemort laughed.

"Ennervate! Ennervate!"

A fierce "Noooooooo!" followed afterwards.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Harold jolted awake. In a moment's time, he was on his feet. In a second moment, he felt hands push him down. With his reflexes, he twisted behind the attacker and held the person's wrist behind them. A third moment later, a wand was jabbed in the person's throat. Intense, raw magic crashed through the room, emitted by Stone.

"Calm down man, calm down." The voice of a woman said. "I yield, I yield!" she cried, obviously frightened. "It's me Johnson! Carrie Johnson, the culinary arts professor at Hogwarts!"

The word Hogwarts seemed to have worked for his griped lessened. Taking deep breaths, he released her. Johnson stubble, only catching herself before she fell onto the floor.

"I'm sorry." Harold said softly as he pulled his magic together. "I didn't mean to frighten you," he said, noting how white the other's face had become. "I was taken by surprise."

"What happened?" she whispered. "Your head just split open and blood gushed out. You were having a fit. If you didn't wake, I was going to firecall Albus."

"You didn't did you?"

"I was going to, but…"

"but what?"

"we would have been disqualified from the task." She said softly.

Suddenly they heard pops through the corridors. In another instant, screams of terror echoed through. A cry of Death Eaters broke out.

"We better go."

"Harold what's going on."

"Dream." He mumbled more to himself. Then louder he said. "Take whatever you need." He tossed the emergency portkey to her. "Go back to Hogwarts."

"Dream? What Dream?"

"Just go. I'll deal with them. If I don't come back, don't come after me. Make sure Dumbledore sends James Potter and Lily Evans into temporary hiding."

"What the hell is going on?" Johnson squealed.

"Forget the second task! The war against Voldemort's already on our front doors."

"I'm not going anywhere." Johnson said quietly. She destroyed the portkey.

"Are you insane!" Stone cried.

At that moment, the doors to their room burst open and Death Eater's rushed in.

"Avada Kedavra!" Stone shouted, one after the next.

"Go back to Hogwarts!" Stone bellowed in between the curses.

"No," Johnson said firmly. "Second task or no second task, this is war, you've got that right. I'm not going to abandon you."

"Very well, have it your way."

Stone fought his way over to Johnson. Grabbing her hand, he whispered. "Concentrate on me."

Johnson did as she was told. In an instant, she felt her world condense before her. The next thing she knew, she was standing on the sidewalk, in the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge.

"Jump." He whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"Jump!"

"I don't know how to swim." She said.

"I don't care. Jump!"

"but."

"Do you trust me?"

Johnson stared at him and the hand he offered.

"Yes, but you owe me a big explanation."

He didn't let her finish. Taking her hand, he jumped as more pops sounded above their heads. Looking up, Johnson saw a group of Death Eaters appear.

"Concentrate on me." He whispered again.

Johnson did so. Once again, she felt him apparate them away.

At last she felt herself and the world around her steady. Slowly she opened her eyes, unaware of when she had shut them. Looking around she saw they were in an empty alleyway.

"Where are we?"

For a minute there was no reply. She turned to look at him, surprised that he had collapsed on the floor. Immediately she rushed forward and held him in a sitting position. He groaned in protest.

"Still in San Francisco." He replied and for the first time, he looked exhausted to her. "They'll think we're somewhere else, somewhere safer, since they know we know that they're after us."

"What do you mean they are after us? Who?"

He didn't get a chance to answer as for a second time, his head exploded in pain. Blood gushed out of where he knew his invisible scar was. He clutched his head as he felt Voldemort try to intrude into his mind.

"Carrie." He said through the pain and blood. It seemed to him that at last Voldemort was able to take control of their connection and make it useful for him.

"I need you to get out of here now."

"What is going on? She asked.

"You must trust me on this. Get out of here now. I'll find you later. Go back to Hogwarts."

She stared, horrified of the fact of leaving him in this condition.

"You see my eyes turning red?" he asked, forcing her to look at them.

Indeed she noted the sea blue change to red and back to blue, back to red.

"Do you know how scaly they look, almost snake like." He breathed.

Carrie noticed that as well.

"Have you seen those anywhere?"

She thought back and then suddenly she jumped away, causing him to hit the pavement hard.

"You-know-who!"

"Very good."

"You're him?"

"No, but I will be if I lose control, if he possesses me." Harold said softly. "It hasn't happened since I was 15 but it's happened before." He paused. "I don't want you hurt."

His sincerity caused her heart to trust him. This was weird, and she wanted to run the way he said, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to. She could see how pained he was and the truth in his words, she just couldn't leave him.

"Please just go back to Hogwarts and tell Wolfe what I told you. It's very important."

"I…I…I…" she stopped, when she noticed his eyes burn red. They had stopped flickering and was now staying red. Slowly, she backed up.

Voldemort who was staring out of Harold's body looked around.

"Still in San Francisco? I had hoped he would be at Hogwarts where this possession would have been a surprise attack." He whispered to himself. As he looked around, he noticed Carrie. Getting Harold's wand from within his pockets, he turned it on her.

"Shall I kill her Potter?" he spoke to himself again. "No, shall you kill her?"

For a minute, blue eyes shown through before disappearing.

"Your struggle is futile. I have now full control of your body. Shall you kill her and then head onto Hogwarts where you shall kill your parents?" He laughed. "Go on, go watch as you kill…."

Again blue shown through, holding there.

"Get out! Carrie! Get out of here!"

The last words had barely left his mouth, when Voldemort gain procession again.

"Say goodbye to your life Potter! The aurors will be coming. Avada Kedrava!"

Harry watched helplessly as the green light emitted from his wand and hit Carrie, squarely on her chest.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he cried falling onto his knees. Blindly he reached towards her, and found her cold. Numbly he realized he regained control again.

Grabbing Johnson tightly, he apparated to the closes spot near Hogwarts.

Voldemort slowly opened his eyes. Potter was coming. He could feel it. There was no way he wouldn't, not after Johnson's death at his own hands. This was the only place he could come to, the only place where there were allies.

Smiling, he looked above him at the massive castle. It had been a long time, but he was back, he was finally home. Waving for his Death Eater's to follow, he stormed through the gates of Hogwarts.

The first half is done. The second half will be up shortly. It's summer, I should have more time to write now. Review!