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

Chapter 29

Both James and Lily detangled themselves away from their Professor the movement they reappeared at an unknown location. They stood on a sandy beach. Stone watched amusedly as the two seem to huddle together as though they would be able to protect each other form what he deemed to be himself.

"Who are you? Why is Voldemort after you?" James asked at last. "Why are we here? Where are we? Are we safe? Does Professor Dumbledore know?"

Harold cut him off.

"Do you trust me?"

The two looked at each other.

"You're a parsalmouth" Lily said softly. "which means you must be dark and evil."

Harold frowned. "I can indeed speak the language of the snakes. However I am not dark or evil. First of all, I have no dark mark. Secondly, if I was dark and evil I won't be teaching Defense with such passion. Thirdly, as you can clearly see, Voldemort's after me." He paused. "He's using you two to get to me, that is why you are here. As for being safe, both of you will be if you follow my instructions explicitly. For safety concerns no one will know not even Dumbledore. As for who I am, why Voldemort is after me and where are we, I cannot tell you. I am Harold Stone. The two of you must trust me. I know it's a lot to ask, but that is what I need from both of you."

"It's not that we really have any reason to not trust you." James agreed. "What do you think Lily?"

"It's not that we have much choice." She responded.

"Thank you." Harold said sincerely. "All will be explained in due time." He waved his wand first at James and then at Lily, healing their broken arms. "I'm not as good as Poppy, but this shall do."

"So, how long are we staying here?" James asked. "Are we ever going to return to Hogwarts Professor?"

"We won't be staying in a specific location for long. It's best to always be on the move. After all, we are in hiding. I would cast the Fidelius Charm as well, but that cannot happen as I cannot be secret keeper for I would be part of the hidden."

"You could always ask someone else." Lily said, knowing fully went what the Fidelius Charm was. "Perhaps Professor Dumbledore, or one of those you call family."

"or Sirius, I'm sure." James started.

"The less people involved the better. In this world there is no one you can fully trust." Stone said.

"but that's what you are asking of us."

"yes, it is. Anyway, one of the reasons we're in hiding now, one of the reasons Hogwarts was attacked was because of a traitor. Someone sold me to Voldemort, someone close to me betrayed me." Harold said darkly. "I don't know who, therefore I cannot blindly trust someone with such a task, especially when it happened before."

"happened before?"

"My parents died when I was one. They had been betrayed by a friend. They knew Voldemort was after them and so a highly respected wizard suggested them to go into hiding to use the Fidelius Charm. Like it is now, Voldemort was at the strength of his power and it was dark times. My dad suggested his best friend, my godfather, to be secret keeper, insisting he was not the spy. At the same time another friend of theirs, now one of my guardians, Wolfe was suspected as the spy, for their other friend could not be for obvious reasons. My godfather ended up being secret keeper. However, thinking he could deceive Voldemort, he switched secret keepers with the other friend, not Jay, for he knew Voldemort would go after him and would not go after the other friend. Turned out, Voldemort storms my parents house, and ended up getting killed. I survived." At this Harold trailed off.

James and Lily traded serious glances.

"We're sorry, we shouldn't have asked." James said slowly.

"I have my own reasons why I keep my secrets to myself. Perhaps in another time, another place I will tell them to you."

The two students nodded.

"In the meantime," Harold said in a much happier voice. "Enjoy yourselves at the beach. We'll be here for about three days. Enjoy the beginning of summer vacation for when term starts again, I will personally finish educating both of you and see to it that both of you will graduate when all this is over. Remember don't have too much fun as it will be N.E.W.T.S year and never forget the reason why we are here and not at Hogwarts."

"Yes Professor!" the two chimed. Knowing when they were dismissed, James took a hold of Lily's hand and dragged her down to the beach. The butterfly that Lily had taken as her new pet flew after them, trying its best to keep up.

Harold watched them from a far. He took in a deep breath. The next two years was going to be difficult. The timeline of events had been altered drastically. James and Lily weren't supposed to be in hiding until after Harry was born, however they now were. Harold sighed as he contemplated the future which was surely to come. There wasn't much he could do as of now, aside from keeping his new charges safe. Nothing was going right, as if he anything did go right for him in the start.

Taking out the diary of his life, the one that he had written in parsaltongue, he opened to a new page. Conjuring a quill with his wand, he began to write a new entry. Taking a glance at James and Lily ever so often to make sure they were safe, a smile slowly played his lips. A new thought entered his mind. He had been wrong. There was something that was going right.

James and Lily have both changed. Hate to say this, but the attack on Hogwarts did produce good for both of them matured. James had stopped flirting mindlessly with Lily and Lily had started to tolerate James' presence. There is a seriousness that wasn't there before. Hopefully this won't ruin what is to come. No, the seriousness is good. For the long run, this would aid the bond that they would ultimately share as my parents and in return I shall be born.

Harold closed the diary and his eyes for that matter. Here he was, given two years to spend his life with parents he never knew. He was grateful, extremely grateful for the chance. There was only one thing that could make it better, and that was hug and hold his parents tightly and call them dad and mom and tell them everything. He held the diary close to his chest. One day, someday, he would do that and until that day, this diary was to hold his secrets.

Voldemort stormed through the Riddle manor going directly up to the library. He didn't know why he had agreed to Potter's wishes. It was ridicules! He was the Dark Lord. He was the one who was suppose to order everyone else around, not take orders from others, especially not his number one enemy, Potter.

"Potter, I will make you regret this!" he sneered. He had gave his word to hold off on the Potters and as much as he hated it, he was the Dark Lord and so he was going to keep his word to the brat. Still that didn't mean he couldn't attack the rest of the world, something that he promised to do. For the next two years he was going to unleash hell onto the world, just to remind them why exactly he was the Dark Lord.

Grabbing all the items he needed, he started to make his horcuxes. Voldemort hadn't planed on doing this for he knew he could always time travel. Now he had plenty of time, and he was going to use it. There was one thing the brat was right about. He was better off dead then living lower then a sprit, lower then a ghost, living with only a soul that could do nothing.

Harold woke up with a start from another one of Voldemort's produced dreams. As expected, a tab was being kept on him by Swallowtail. How that was possible, he had no idea. Everywhere he went, the following night he would see Swallowtail report to Voldemort of the change. It just didn't make sense. For six consecutive months he had gone to search for Swollowtail, only to stop after returning from one of those trips to find James trying to heal Lily who had two crush legs and three broken ribs. They were both covered in blood and the shack that they lived in was in a mess. After healing them, James (who had broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder) told them how they had been attack by a single Death Eater less then an hour after he had left. It wasn't a happy tale, but he did see how it brought the two even closer together.

"Another nightmare Professor?" a voice disturbed his thoughts. He looked up to see both Lily and James staring at him. Lily held a glass of water which he took thankfully.

"I thought I put a silencing charm," Stone grumbled. "Sorry if I woke you."

"I'm sure you did," Lily said. "I was awake anyways." She said gesturing to the other side of the single room which they all shared that had desks and books. "I was finishing my studies on the wolfbane potion." She paused. "It's really hard to not notice when your thrashing soundlessly on your bed, with blood tickling down your forehead, though there isn't any wounds. I called you a couple of times, but you didn't wake, so I woke him up."

"Try occlumency at night Professor, it helps a lot." James said softly.

Occlumeny was a subject that Harold had enforced upon them. Neither was that good with it yet, but both of their progress had far exceeded his when he had been learning under Snape.

"Are you alright?" Harold asked suddenly, seeing how pale James' face was. "You saw, didn't you?" he asked softly.

"It was blurry," came the reply. "There was a Death Eater, and Voldemort. I couldn't see the faces, but I heard the conversation." He paused. "We should move again, Professor." He added.

Stone gave a long look. That had been the beginning of it. It had lasted for 10 minutes before his mind had gone back to the past where the real nightmares started. He hoped James was spared from that, but he couldn't tell. He wasn't going to use Legilimency on his father, that was just not right.

"Tomorrow morning." He replied at last.

There was an awkward silence.

"Do you go through this every night?" James asked softly.

"I choose to. I learned Occlumency in my 5th year because I was forced to. I didn't master it and because of that my godfather that had been thrown into Azkaban because the world thought he betrayed my parents and escaped when I was thirteen, died." He paused. "Afterwards I master Occlumency and learned Legilimency, but I don't clear my mind at night. I learned that although painful, it's a good way to keep up to date with Voldemort."

James stepped up and took Harold's hand in his own to give him comfort. Stone gave a smile. Lily was going to ask more about this mysterious man but decided not to. The three of them had become close and the younger two knew that unless their Professor wanted to tell them exactly what was going on, they would never get it out of him.

"Let's all try to get some sleep." Lily said. "We're moving first thing tomorrow again right?" As she said this, she placed her books into her trunk.

"Pack and go." Harold replied.

Having said that, he watched as James and Lily went to a separate corner of the room to sleep. He made sure that they were both asleep before taking rest himself. Little did he know, he wasn't the only one with nightmares that night.

James couldn't sleep. Each time he shut his eyes he pounced up again. He tried the best he could to clear his mind, but it didn't work. Memories of what he saw, what he heard plagued him.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off --"

The sounds of someone stumbling from a room – a door bursting open – a crackle of high pitched laugher…

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" The woman who must have been Lily pleaded.

He could hear terrified screams echoing around him.

"Stand aside, you silly girl…stand aside, now…"

"Not Harry, please, no, take me, kill me instead--"

He couldn't see anything. There was a thick white mist around him. All he could see was eyes, red eyes, which he knew belonged to Voldemort, for only a man like him could have such snake like features.

"Not Harry! Please…have mercy…have mercy…"

A shrill voice was laughing, the woman was screaming. He felt more then saw a flash of green light head towards himself. The last thing he saw was emerald eyes and a lightening bolt scar.

He stared at the boy through the window, the baby, the child that had lived passed his birthday. He didn't know if he was depressed or happy for it. It was hard to believe but that last two years passed by quickly, too fast for his liking. Watching Lily and James acting as loving parents to their son, himself, was weird. He often excused himself from their presence, preferring to watch them from the shadows. This was the James and Lily Potter he wanted, these were the parents he had hungered for. In addition to being particularly protective over his family, he had become more sensitive as well. He had discovered that whenever Harry got a scrape or an injury of that sort, Harold would feel pain in that particular spot as well.

Sighing, he stepped out of the shadows and into the view of the front window of the house. Before he had reached the steps, James had already opened the door for him.

"Thanks!" James said, taking the two stacks of paper bags from him. Harold watched as the other pulled out the freshly bought diapers and bottles.

"Thanks Professor, we really appreciate it." Lily said, coming over and holding the baby up for him to hold.

"Harry hold," the baby waved his hands in the air, until Harold picked him up and held him close.

"Harold" Lily corrected absentmindedly. She turned to Harold giving him an apologetic look. "Sorry about that, Harry likes calling you Harry."

"It's alright Lily." Stone replied. "Harold, Harry, same thing." He winked at the child.

"Since Halloween's in three days, perhaps the four of us can get some costumes for Harry." James came over once he had unpacked the paper bags and had stored everything away.

"I'm afraid not." Harold said stiffly. "We'll be on constant move from now on, in fact starting in three hours time." He paused. "With Harry around, we've been staying at the same spot for at least a week. It's too dangerous now, especially with Halloween coming."

"Why? Did something happen?"

Harold looked at the two carefully.

"Do you remember when Voldemort and I were speaking at Hogwarts, the last time we were there?"

"Of course, he left." Lily said. "Unexpected, but he did."

"I made a deal with him that night." Harold said softly. "an agreement." He continued. "He was to leave the two of you alone for the next two years in exchange that I mind my own business and not stop him from world domination within this time."

"WHAT?" Both of them screamed at once. "Why? Are you crazy?"

"If all goes as planned, Voldemort would be on our doorsteps on Halloween." Stone continued. "That is the day when the agreement breaks."

The day when this all began shall be the day this all ends. The Prophecy will be fulfilled.

At last, the famous night approaches slowly. It might/might not be in the next chapter. Don't get your hopes up. I'll try to work fast. In the meantime, Review!