31 August 1974
"Protego"
"What was that, 'Mione?" Harry Potter asked his partner who had blocked dangerous looking purple jinx. Hermione turned to him as a yellow coloured hit the shield made by Hermione.
"Looks like we found 'em, eh?"
Harry shook his head defeatedly and asked Hermione, "'Mione, stop doing that! Death Eaters will die laughing because of that!"
Hermione saluted and casted a spell, "Imperio"
The spell hit the shocked Death Eater and he stood still with eyes glazed over. Hermione commented, "He is stronger than he looks."
"Like us?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"No" Hermione disagreed and Harry dropped his defense a little bit. If anybody was like them, then there would be hella lot of problems.
Hermione asked the Death Eater softly, "Take us to your base."
The Death Eater nodded and muttered, "No!" but walked the physically nineteen-year-old couple to his base. Harry muttered, "Really? It is the Nott Manor! How could we be this stupid?"
Hermione smacked him and told him, "Because he has many more Death Eaters loyal." to which Harry retorted, "Of course he does!" and stuck out his tongue to 'Mione.
They passed right past empty rooms and corridors unto they reached a large door. Hermione asked him seductively, "My man, what is behind the door? Is it the Dark Lord?"
The Death Eater nodded excitedly as Harry shivered Hermione, the closest person he ever got to a sister, speak like this. Harry will have nightmares about this skill of Hermione's for ages every minute of every night.
"Ah! Cygnus Black, you have brought some guests!" Voldemort's high pitched voice echoed throughout the large room. Harry recognised Druella Black, Andromeda Tonks' mother (He had seen her in Black Family Tapestry), Walburga Black (Kinda hard to forget her after the Grimauld Place incident) and Abraxas Malfoy (Sometimes books tell you these type of things) with Voldemort.
No sign of any Nott's.
Voldemort casted with his wand, "Incacarneous" Did he really think Harry and Hermione would be tied by a simple spelllike this one if they were willing to do 'Unforgivable' spells on other magical?
Harry was proved wrong when the ropes released from Voldemort's wand were released and covered Harry's side of the room where him, Cygnus Black and Hermione stood. Hermione quickly released her Imperius on the Black Sisters' father and she and Harry jumped high as to dodge the ropes coming in there direction.
The ropes only bounded Cygnus Black, the Death Eater. And only then had Voldemort carefully seen Harry and Hermione's face. Voldie's eyes widened.
Voldemort announced, "Ah! So the world's youngest Duelling Master and his good friend have arrived to Lord Voldemort's cavern of Death Eaters?"
Harry asked back, "I thought that this was Nott Manor?"
Voldemort nodded in a rather civil manner for him and answered Harry, "Mr. Evans, I believe you should be questioned as you have crossed the property lines of a friend of mine, you see. They are outside for a mission of mine."
Harry said dryly, "That's what I am here for, Mr. Riddle, I want to talk about partnership."
17 December 1975
It had been a couple days since the starting of Winter Break at Hogwarts, but Harry certainly won't be staying there for Christmas like some he could name, like Dumbledore, McGonagall, Slughorn and Binns. Harry had some chores that needed to be done.
That's why Harry was here at the street named the Spinner's End located in Cokeworth.
Not that he wanted to meet Snape's dad, Harry is here to meet Lily Evans' family, to hopefully ensure that the family didn't break off and Petunia could be redeemed.
Harry promptly walked up to the door nervously and sighed and looked down.
Harry knocked on it slowly.
A woman with dark fiery red hair and almond-shaped brown eyes opened the door. Well, now Harry has seen his grandmother once. The woman asked curiously, "Yes?"
She is so much like her daughter.
Harry ran a hand through his jet black hair, with a few white hair that Harry didn't want to admit he had, and asked the woman, "Are you perhaps Mrs. Evans? Lily Evans' mother?"
Harry's grandmother looked outside the door and opened the door fully and asked Harry suspiciously, "Yes, but who are you? Lily has told me that there is a civil war going on."
At least they are not completely in Dark.
Harry told the woman reassuringly, "I know, I know, I am acting as a spy for Albus Dumbledore for the war." The woman muttered, "Dumbledore" as if remembering it and then let Harry in warmly.
Mrs. Evans asked Harry, "Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want?"
Harry chuckled at the woman before saying mysteriously, "All will be told, one time, and perhaps I smell something getting burnt."
The woman's eyes widened and she ran towards a room Harry thought was the kitchen.
The house was modest but still big enough for at least six people, Harry noticed, as he waited for someone to guide him, Harry didn't really want to break the thin trust he had had gotten from his Gran.
The woman returned a couple of minutes later and guided him to the sitting room.
Harry heard three loud noises and winced as the noise made him remember torturing of Fleur Delacour. Harry started retreating to a soft corner on the couch.
Four people entered the room, clearly a happy family of a couple and two daughters. Harry noticed the surprised look of one of the daughters and smirked at her face.
"Proffesor!"
Lily's family looked at her and said curiously, "Proffesor?"
Lily looked at her mum and said, "Of course, mum! He is the best Professor of Defense we have gotten! I mentioned it in one of my letters."
Her father commented, "Thirteenth of September, if I remember correctly."
Petunia muttered dryily, "One of her lot then? Lovely." Mr. Evans glared at her daughter before raising an eyebrow.
Petunia muttered to Harry, "Sorry"
Harry looked at his aunt with open eyes. Last time he had seen that face, she was dying to blood clotting in her brain when Harry was eighteen. Harry muttered, "It is okay, Miss Evans, at least your glares are not as deadly as a Baslisk's."
The whole family looked questioningly at Harry.
"Proffesor?"
"Call me Doctor."
"What?!" Lily looked at her Proffesor like he had grown a third head.
Harry said, "It is title that works well with non-magical, or you can say normal, crowd. I am a Doctor, Miss Evans."
Mr. Evans said in admiration, "You don't seem really old. Twenty-Five at best."
Harry chuckled and said, "Mr. Evans, I am Twenty if you wanted to know, and I was fascinated to heal people since I was a child so I just had to study that."
"Sounds like something Lily would do."
Lily countered, "I don't think so, mum. I can't exactly give my Mastery Exams at sixteen when most wizards do so at Twenty-One at least."
The parents looked at Harry in surprise.
Harry shrugged and said, "I liked Defense to not do that."
Lily countered Harry this time, "But why do so in Charms, Transfiguration and Potions." to which Harry answered, "I think we are getting off topic here. Mr. and Mrs. Evans, I am here to tell you that your daughter will not attend her O.W.L Exams at school but in the Ministry of Magic in the second week of June. You must accompany her to King's Cross. The Ministry has decided so as to take care of the children that no disguised Death Eaters are there, though I can confirm that there are none."
"Dr. Evans, I must ask you, how can you confirm?"
Harry sighed at his Gramp's question and started rolling back his left sleeve. Lily gasped as she stared the Dark Mark in horror.
Her family just looked at the tattoo questioningly.
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"So let me get this straight. You are from the future and studied in Australia to not raise suspicion, and then come here, to Great Britain, and have a partnership with terrorist party of the Civil War to spy on them for the leader of the good side. And supposedly you know us in the future so much that you came to meet us."
"No, you missed the part where I told you that you can do magic."
"Of course, the part where you said that with these old letters we can do magic and make your chemicals."
"Exactly."
"Then Dr. Harry, you are mad."
Harry chuckled and took out a piece of paper and handed it out to his Gramps. The man took it a bit harshly and very impatiently.
The man asked, "So Evans is not your real last name?"
Harry shook his head in denial and said, "And I don't want my real name to be released, so I have just replaced all the places where it is suggested and/or used with just my name."
The man read, "'Harry is a well-known criminal, known to steal from Lestrange Vault and is after the Minister's life, has tried to battle the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamott openly in front of whole Hogwarts. A man inside the Ministry, Lucius Malfoy, reports that the Dark Lord's reign of peace and equality is being disturbed by the means of these silly duels by Harry and his partners, Weasley and Granger. That is why his ex-girlfriend and her family were taken into imprisonment. Dear readers, this murderer has broken out of Azkaban and destroyed several Dementors. Another charge on him is kidnapping of Lucius Malfoy's family. Harry had also tried to kill the Dark Lord when he was merely able to walk with Forbidden Magic. Therefore, the kind guards of Azkaban, the Dementors, are trying suck his soul out to help us.' Okay, who is this bitch who wrote this?"
"Rita Skeeter."
Lily gasped, "The same Rita Skeeter, the Slytherin and the Head Girl, who was the leader of the gossip mill at Hogwarts?"
"Yeah that bitch, made my life hell since I was fourteen."
"Language!" Mrs. Evans scolded Mr. Evans and Harry while the duo looked at each other sheepishly. "I am sorry" Harry told them.
Lily asked Harry, "Why are you telling us this?" to which Harry wisely answered, "Because you were a great person and we had too much in common."
Mr. Evans looked at Harry with an eyebrow raised.
Harry chuckled and answered, "She was basically like a mother to me." All queries of Mr. Evans vanished.
Lily pointed out, "Why are you talking about me in 'was'?"
Harry answered, "Because you died in the future after you gave birth to your first child." The mood darkened in the room when Harry said that.
"What happened?"
Harry answered, "Those were Dark Times, not as Dark as today's but pretty dark. You were one of the main targets of Voldemort along with your friend, Alice, and her husband, Frank Longbottom, and son, Neville, were also in Voldemort's black list with James and his best mates. Sirius was absolutely confined to inside, not allowed to go out because they will just murder him. But he still died, with Remus and James. Peter Pettigrew chose to betray us and became a Death Eater. Alice and Frank were tortured to insanity and Neville, he was a good mate of mine. When I came here, he was battling depression. The worst started to come when Dumbledore and Severus died."
"He died?"
"Yes, Severus was a spy like me. If I am correct, he started this year, that's how some Death Eaters were kicked out of the school."
Lily held tight to her mother as Harry told her of Snape's sacrifice to win.
"He still remembered you after your death. His last words were your name." Harry finished the discussion. Lily was openly crying on her mother's shoulder by now.
"I . . . can't believe that Sev-"
"Died. Me too. It happened in front of my eyes. Voldemort himself killed Severus."
Harry told them, "Now I think it is getting quite late, and I think I have disturbed you a lot, I think it is time for me to go. If any of you have something to ask me, you could contact me by the coin I gave you. It has Protean Charm on it. Say 'Light' to it and it will record your message to me. The only downside is that it can only send twenty-eight words."
The Evans family nodded as Harry got up, Mr. Evans following him.
Harry nodded to his grandfather as he left the house in the evening, thinking that he might get get time to meet his dad.