Time travel is a strange and intriguing thing. Harry James Potter had traveled back in time, or so he thought. What he did was start a new timeline. This timeline was in an AU. He was now in his thirteen year old body. Tied to silver stakes in a Pentagram at stonehenge. It was the night of the eclipse. Albus Wulfric Brian Percival Dumbledore was enacting a ritual at Hogwarts. The Boy Who Lived, Harold Jamison Rosewood Potter had been taken, not for his Greater Good, but for his enemy's.

His ritual would screw up their ritual, so what if the thirteen year old boy died, he had to die to end his enemy, anyway. Now in a townhouse in London, another ritual was going on involving the boy, and enemy, and his Dogfather. What was a bit surprising was that where, each was happening, all three rituals made a perfect triangle. At Stonehenge they were sacrificing the boy to bring an evil back to a physical body.

The ritual had required twenty one magicals to complete. But the thoughts were that it just needed the power of twenty, plus the sacrifice. The boy was almost dead, having fought them, killing seven of them, the weakest truthfully. The argument was about power and and not needing the others as they were stronger. Fourteen would be enough.

Back at the Town House of the Dogfather. Serius was doing the sacrificing of a betrayer House Elf and an enemy member of his House that took his Godson. This poured her power, the elves power, and his Head of House power into raising his Godson to Head of House as he was now impotent and slowly dying. His friends life blood was in the ritual circle as he had died five minutes ago, capturing the bitch traitor. He would live another couple years, but would sacrifice them to save his pup.

The Headmaster was sacrificing the children of the elves to stop the enemies ritual. The elves would be freeing themselves the coming fall. After all, students threw clothes around all the time. The elves were being pulled by the power to the East of the triangle. A newly freed elf grabbed the Great Sir Harry Potter's special cloak to take to him. He also shuddered as the Headmaster started sacrificing the babies with a silver knife. Knowing evil when he sees it, he made a fake wand from one lying around to look like the one that was special, like the cloak. He left that fake one and took the real one with him.

He was at the site trying to figure out how to save the Great Harry Potter Sir. The one who saves others lives as if his was nothing. The power beating at him was so awesome. His Harold Jamison Rosewood Potter was the bestest, greatest, most powerful wizard and savior of innocence. In the center of the Triangle was a House at #4 Privet Drive, that was the residence of the boy. His long necked Aunt, his walrus sized Uncle, and his pig sized Cousin where home content watching the tele.

The Headmasters ritual went off first. He thinks the wand is just acting strange because of the ritual he did. The boy dies, now the arguing is about blame. The Dogfathers ritual completes, bringing a Harry James Potter into the boys body. The thing is he was the MoD, so the ring was brought into the circle, the Horcrux was ejected. This caused the arguing to stop as they were scared shitless from the screaming voice.

The tides of Fate and Destiny went crashing, as the Goblet of Power in a Japanese Town on another world, blew up. It sent souls and bodies tumbling across the Multiverses. The Headmasters ritual blocked Tammy Voola Riddle, (I am Lady Voldemort), from coming back. What was sucked into the place was six female forms. Numerous holes in the Multiverses switched characters as they died, were transformed, or even reborn.

The boy was bleeding again. As as luck would have it, the first to arrive was a healer. In her time, she was one considered a fallen. She went from the lightside to the darkside, then moved to balance. Master of the Force, Sham Ti. She looked like a beautiful Elven goddess. Blonde hair, green eyed with a curvaceous slim body. In various lengths of measure, she was 70 inches tall. (5'10") Weighted 130 pounds by the American scales. 36" bust, 24" waist, 30" hips. She pulled the silver spikes out of the wrists and ankles of the boy. She was feeling a Force Bond, stronger than any she could imagine. Suddenly to her right, another female being appeared to materialize out of thin air.

Where Sham was light, this girl was dark, but otherwise, except for their clothing and weapons, they were almost identical. The arguing restarted about going into the center of Stonehenge. The new girl, for obviously, she was young, were Sham appeared young, took in the bloody wrists, the silver spikes, and she faded into thin air, but Sham could tell she was still near, just she moved towards the voices. A third and fourth pair of girls appeared. Neither light nor dark skinned, more a cream coloured skin. So far all four were green eyed. Both were middle colour, middle sized, middle everything, obviously twins. They were near his feet and saw the blood and the bloody silver spikes. They seemed to blend then head towards the voices.

The next to appear was a six foot female with light armour, holding a set of reigns and a sabre. She glanced around, took everything in, heard what was being argued and moved to the side, but toward the people. She could sense the others, they all felt a pull toward the young man. Each in a same and different way. The dark sorceress said: "I'm Le Fey, I'm a caster." The twins said: "we are eternals, we are assassins and crafters." The lightly armoured girl said, I'm Blaise, the balance between magic and mortal combat. Lightning seemed to light up the sky and a red haired green eyed girl land straddling the young man. She took everything in and seemed to glow with fury.

Le Fay said let us find out who these arseholes are. Save a few of the better dressed, kill the others. We already know they hurt our master. Dobby was bouncing, having heard that. He almost died as he whispered: they's be bad men Death Eaters, we must get rid of them, for my master, the great Harrold Potter sir. Well they took out six of the frightened men, before anyone realised they were under attack. One got away, three were knocked out and the rest dead.

The girls all appeared to be about fifteen to eighteen. The boy looked eleven, maybe ten. Dobby filled them in about bad old whiskers sending him to his bad abusive relatives. How the Dogfather had rescued him, but the bad elf betrayed them to the Death Eaters. "We don't have time. The one that got away, will bring back reinforcements." Le Fay said. "We need to clean this all up, no blood or anything left, understood."

"Dobby due. He snapped his fingers and all the bodies became dolls. Then he snapped them again, and the living turned into snails in a terrarium. They went back to the boy, their master. "How is he." Le Fay asked. Sham was not to happy to say this. "He is physically fine, now, but the Force is telling me he is in a kind of flux. His power is skyrocketing, then plugging, seeming to spread to us then back again."

"We need to go. Everyone exam the runes, on the stones and circle, we may not get a second chance later." Again Le Fay taking charge. Dobby snapped his fingers, Sham was watching in awe. All the blood, grass, and dirt went into a bag, plus the spikes. Sham asked: "Well little one, do you know where we should take our young master?" Dobby says: To the Dogfathers House. It be protected, if not for betrayer elf, master not be taken." Then after nodding his head. "Master Harrold Potter not a boy, he killed great snake and bad lady, three times, and has held off the bad Headmaster for two years."

"OK little one, how do we get there?"

"Yous be bonded to master like and unlike me, so hold onto me, I get us there with elf magic." Several shrugged, others smirked or smiled. They were gone almost an hour before the inner circle appeared. "Greyback, you said a bunch of you did a ritual to bring our mistress back."

"Yes Luscious." "Really, I don't sense any magic here, or see any disturbance in the bare ground."

"Wait it was a grassy field, look to the sides." "Hmmm. It maybe so. So your group and Bella did the ritual, but someone else came through, is that correct?"

"Yeah, when that brat Harrold Potter died, the ritual was ruined." "Crucio!" As Greyback floundered on the ground, the well dressed red haired young man said: "Kill him when your done, we could have brought her back the easy way, now we will have to do it the hard way. But at least it is no longer a three way war, but most of Potters people will join the Headmaster now, the supposed leader of the light! Hell most of us are lighter than him. Heh, heh!" The men laughed, yes they were lighter but the difference was between Black and super dark Purple. Harrolds group was light, dark, and grey.