"Professor, why the fuck are you here?"
Harry looked at him in a clearly 'no-joke-except-those-sheeple-who-are-actually-wizards-and-witches-jokes'. The twenty-eight-year-old man-child sighed.
"Okay, I understand, Professor. How do you even do it though? I mean, you are not my Professor anymore but you still teach me stuff."
Harry snorted and then said, "Yeah, stuff."
"You get it, Professor."
Harry gave him a stern look and he put his hands up in the air, and said, "I meant, Harry."
Harry muttered, "Why do people always call me 'Professor'? I mean, I am a Doctor and Potions Master and a Wizzengamott Lord person."
The man shook his head in amusement and said bluntly, "When you teach people for fifteen years, a generation replaces the older one. So, your students actually run the country."
"I knew it! I knew it that I should have gotten Dumbledore to get me a pay rise for this annoyance! How the fuck does he handle this?"
The man said, "I don't even know why I take advice from you."
"For a Minister, you are slow, kiddo. You need my advice because I am tutoring you to have an influential role since you were fourteen."
Bartemius Crouch Jr. just sighed and then said, "Profe- Harry, what did Tom- Lord Gaunt, I mean- say?"
Harry laughed and said, "Tom is still shocked that Grindelwald disappeared from his house. He told me that he is still trying to get Lucius Malfoy to stop Narcissa Black-Malfoy to come to us to report this. And last of all, and most grave, Tom and Bellatrix Black were secretly dating."
Barty choked on air and then said, "That sixty-four-year-old criminal of a bastard is dating Bella?! Bellatrix Black, Bella?!"
Harry nodded amusedly and then provoked Barty further, "Bella is pregnant."
Barty fell to the ground choking.
"Is it your new hobby to get me to choke on-air with your dark truths?!"
Harry whistled innocently and then looked the other way. He said, "Plausible Deniability." It was then that Barty stood up with Harry's help.
"You wish."
"You wish."
Barty and Harry laughed together, both holding on to each other keep falling; they patted each other's backs to get the other to choke on air.
They were good friends who liked talking about all the dark and inappropriate stuff as well as getting each to get seriously hurt. Completely normal.
"So, how was that ICW work?"
"Except resulting in my patented hairstyle to get ruined, brilliant! I got myself a souvenir. Take it, a statue of Ra built from mud."
Harry tossed Barty a moleskin pouch. Barty caught it with his seaker reflexes, another thing Harry and Barty had in common, playing Quidditch, with Barty being Gryffindor's reserve seaker during the season.
"So Harry, how is James's education going?"
"He is terribly failing Potions, but it is expected because Matilda is teaching it."
Barty raised and eyebrow and then said, "Matilda Jeannette Granger-Taylor, right? That friend of yours who teach Potions since 1987 since Slughorn retired?"
"Yeah, her." Hermione, Harry was about to say but stopped himself. It would do no good. But damn Dumbledore for actually getting his secret out with truth serum.
"So why do you have a problem with his godmother teaching him?"
Harry looked at Barty in the eye and then said, "Cut two-fourths of the ingredient and then stabilise the Potion enough to make it easier for you to add the ingredient written on the board. Tilt your cauldron point-one degree and use your laddle at a forty-nine degree angle to get the Potion to fifth shade of ultramarine blue."
"I understand your problem."
"Thirty students out of eleven-thousand-four-hundered-and-fifty-eight understand her in entire school. Half of them on staff."
"I am surprised they understand her at all."
Harry shrugged. Hermione was many great things, but a teacher will never be one of them. Harry said, "It is a good thing that 'Acceptable' is the passing grade to NEWT classes until Dumbledore finds someone. I personally hope that Penelope Clearwater girl passes and takes the position. Merlin knows that she is a prodigy."
"Sixth-Year, right?" In Harry's original timeline, Penelope was in Percy Weasley's year as fourth year in 1990, but Harry must have tweaked too much because she is now a couple of years older and, Harry shrugged mentally, lust driven a lot.
How did Penelope even end up in, the House that Harry is the Head of, Slytherin?
Harry nodded blankly.
There was a knock on the door.
Barty called out, "Come in."
Three people came in, two redheads supporting the third one. The two redheads looked identical with their short hair, mirth filled blue eyes and their tall height of about six feet. Of course, the Prewett Twins must look like each other.
"Minister Barty! Ol' Goat!" One chirped.
The other said happily, "We found an Easter Egg!"
They both chimed, "A Mundungus Fletcher is present here!"
A man with dark ginger hair and brown wide eyes stared at Harry and Barty. The man looked and smelled disgusting, his really short hair in a mess, and mucus sticking out of his nose. How does this man appear so old for having been born in 1961?
Harry said darkly, "What did he do this time?"
Fabian, Harry guessed, said happily in a cheery tone, "He was trying to set Ministry on fire! How did we not think of that one, Gids?"
Gideon shrugged as if questioning his life for not htinking that, he probably was.
Harry sighed and said, "Mate, no offense, but I thinking filling every other room with seawater is enough. No need to burn the place in which British-Irish League's tickets are manufactured."
The duo nodded as he brought in Quidditch and then said, "Maybe you are quite right, Professor Evans."
Harry groaned, "Not you two as well! I didn't even teach you!"
The duo smirked as if Peaves had agreed to give them candy.
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A loud blast was heard.
"What did they do this time?!"
"Well, boys left alone is not a good idea, fuckers!"
"Shut up, bitch! It was probably Gids and Fabs!"
"I mean, you are not wrong."
Everyone went back to work normally.
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"Remind me, never to pull those blasted twins' fingers ever again!"
"Barty, I will, but first agree to remind me."
The two menaces came out of the room, coughing and laughing, and then finally slipping and falling on the floors hard.
Mundungus Fletcher was laughing madly as well, but he looked as if he was brushing his yellow teath with his hair. It was not an unusual sight for the people who have seen more disturbing sights, such as Minerva McGonagall dressed in pink.
That was an horror.
"So, Prof- er- Harry! I rejected that Umbridge woman you told me about. Looked like she had some troll blood, or more likely a frog, in her."
Harry said, "Yeah, that bitch's one of those Death Eaters who were so useless that they did not get the Dark Mark. Why did you even think of joining Tom, again?"
Barty sighed and ran a hand through his rough and crisp hair, "I was thinking revolutionary at the time. My father had gotten the job as the Head of DMLE and Minister Bagnold was trying to demolish our customs. I did not know what was right and what was not. Now, I do. Thanks mate, Harry, Professor, for guiding me through chaos."
Harry chuckled and said, "We are sitting outside your burnt office and talking about the meaning of our life! Clearly we are bastards."
Barty said, "When did you know?"
"Being a bastard is the story of my life."
Harry and Barty eventually got up and dusted themselves. Harry had raised his wand, read: The Elder Wand, and had cleaned the remaining dirt on the duo's bodies and clothes. It was after that Barty had said, "You know, when I got my father to be kicked out for using Unforgivables and unlawful methods, getting disowned was worth it."
"Don't forget that you got Winky."
"And that after your father left the country, you as the only Crouch alive was introduced back into the family by yourself, I mean the minister."
Harry muttered, "Do you two even shut up?"
Fabian and Gideon looked at each other with a thoughtful face. They then looked at Harry and Barty before saying rudely, "NEVER!"
And Fred and George were considered bad.
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"Is it true?"
Harry looked at his comrades sadly before replying to her, "Yes, she is dead. I saw her die from that bitch's hands."
Parvati broke down in front of Harry when he confirmed Padma Patil was dead. The Head Healer of the Revolutionary Camp was dead.
Ernie Macmillan kneeled beside her, comforting his soon-to-be-wife. Their sixteen-month-old son toddling to them curiously. Harry's head hung low.
"It is not your fault, you know."
Harry looked at his godson, Teddy, with Andromeda Black-Tonks. He asked, "What do you mean? The part where Ginerva Weasley betrays us for Tom's favour, or that Padma's death was not my fault? Or the part where Draco Malfoy dies after getting himself revealed as our spy? Or that Hagrid is crying over Grawp after his step-father killed Grawp?"
Andromeda said softly, looking every bit as her dead son-in-law, "None. Your only fault is that you are too damn noble to think in a war everything is your fault."
Harry looked at the now crying family surrounded by Lavender Brown-Weasley, Ron Weasley and their son, Panju Brown-Weasley. He whispered, though it hurt his bruised jaw, "It is my fault. I should have continued dating Ginerva."
"Ginerva is a bitch, Harry."
Harry looked at the weak and thin Molly Weasley, standing on his other side. She said, "We have disowned that traitor bitch. She is no daughter of mine. If she was, she would not have . . . sold us out-"
"And killed her father, I know, Molly. But still, it hurts."
Harry looked at the clear sky. Why did the Battle of Knockturn Alley had to happen on this pretty day? Why did the noble lives of Padma Patil, Arthur Weasley and Hagrid's half-brother had to end today? Why did Ginerva betrayed them all for Tom Riddle today only?
Harry knew.
Because today was 31st July of 1998.
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"HARRY JAMES POTTER, STOP THIS INSTANT!"
Harry kept digging.
"HARRY, STOP!"
Harry did not stop.
"Harry, please!"
Harry kept going.
"Give him some pity, Harry."
Harry ignored Colin Creevey and continued.
Colin jumped into the deepening hole and said, "Don't do it, Harry." Harry looked back and scowled nastily. Harry then went back to the digging.
Harry said, "I am going to do that ritual. Tell the bitches, I am going to do it."
Colin nodded slowly, and then said, "Why are digging Bellatrix's grave?" Harry laughed maniacally and sadistically.
Harry growled, "This Bitch killed thousands! I had to give her some respect by gifting her dead body to the Goblins!"
Harry was digging down to the underground level where Goblins had hidden. They had been outrightly supporting the Revolution and so had been hidden from Voldemort after the death of Bill Weasley in front of their eyes.
Colin nodded with sadism in his eyes, that bitch had killed Colin's girlfriend, Luna Lovegood, and got him bit by Fernir Greyback, who was now killed by Tom. Colin wanted vengence.
Colin smirked and said, "Tell those critters that must get her bitten by their pet monsters a million times at least. I will tell 'em that you are doing the Ritual of Merlin's Choice tomorrow."
"Great, now screw off! I want revenge on the murderer of my godfather!"
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"What does this ritual do again?" Ron asked.
"The Ritual of Merlin's Choice, or the Booster, needs a hundred skulls of werewolves. First get that, Potter." Harry nodded at Hestia Jones.
The skulls of the Werewolf Clan's Dark members were summoned by the remaining members of the Order of Pheonix, five hundred and fifty at most. The skulls were needed to call on the Dark Power of the Nature. Werewolfism will never end. It is completely natural, as found by them when Roger Davies had became a werewolf.
These beings are just on the Dark side of Nature with many other spells, like Imperio, and beings and beasts, with many other things.
Hell, Wizards and Witches are considered on the Grey side of Nature.
This ritual was done to enhance a being, said to be found by Merlin, hence, the name.
And Harry was doing it.
Harry had to.
After Teddy- no, Harry cannot think that.
Poor Teddy, he was so young when the vampires got him. Now Teddy is a vampire himself. Andromeda had cut her neck when she had heard that.
Harry shook his head sadly. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry smiled at Charlie Weasley. Charlie had lost his pet dragon, Norberta, when Hagrid had been injured gravely, in the Diagon War of 1999.
Hagrid had caught Dragon Pox after that. Seeing Hagrid without hair was weird for everyone, especially Olympe.
Harry said, "It's okay."
"Not. Potter, shut it. Pe'cy told us that those blokes a'e goin' ta attack Hogwa'ts some time he'e an' the'e. Be ca'eful." Charlie said. After a couple of his teeth were blasted of his mouth, his gums had swollen large. Charlie now had a problem speaking.
Harry nodded gravely.
There were two strongholds of the revolutionary side left at the moment: Hogwarts and Grimauld Place. Nearly everyone knew that after they lost Diagon Alley to the Dark Lord of Great Britain.
Harry said, "Charlie, I think Fred and George were looking for ya. Something about Molly having a fight with Hermione."
Charlie nodded and left.
Harry picked up the fallen skull of Lyacon.
Harry gasped. What was that?
He looked down at himself. Harry was wearing official purple colored robes and the ring he had 'borrowed' from Dumbledore after his death.
Harry was in the Gaint shack.
Harry looked at the doorway to see a concerned looking Tom Riddle and a stoic Gellert Grindelwald. Grindelwald was not able to speak after that accident.
Harry now remembered.
Harry had been attacked by a local insane muggle who knocked him out. Harry sighed as he thought about the results of letting self's guard down when visiting physo Dark Lords.
Grindelwald's eyes were glazed. They normally were when he gazes into the future. What is the Dark Lord doing?
Grindelwald gasped, his eyes still glazed, and spoke, how?, in a raspy and ancient voice, "The Boy Who Lived has turned the strings of Fate yet has he to conquer the Dark Lord. He shall face the dangers unnamed and forgotten but shall see the world in chaos. The Boy Who Lived shall survive again and solve the mystery of the Dark Lord."
Grindelwald fainted on the spot. Harry jumped off the bed as Tom started supporting the weak old man known as the most dangerous person.
Harry said in a deep voice, due to not being hydrated for hours, "W-wa-s th-hat a P-pr-pr-roph-hecy?" Tom nodded hesitantly, looking for once his true age.
Tom ran a hand through his dark grey hair and looked at Harry with his large white eye and his normal warm red eyes. After that accident, Tom looked . . . . different.
And most surprisingly, Tom could love.