"Thank you, Professor, for informing us that Fabian and Gideon tried to accidentally kill you again. I will, as the most responsible and oldest one of us three, and their Head of House, I am going to give them a nice lesson, and oh! Charlie has told me so much about you, Professor! Please come in!"

"Molly, I have parchments to grade, maybe I will come after I retire."

"Of course! You are always welcome at the Burrow!"
_

Charlie Weasley knocked on the door and asked his favourite Professor, "Professor? The kappa likes bananas and frogs."

Professor Evans nodded thoughtfully and said, "Nice observation, my boy, we will see if your observation is correct if it tries to eat it again."

Charlie came inside the room fully and asked curiously, "What do you mean, Professor?"

Professor Harry Jarvis Evans was Charlie's favourite Professor since his first year, with Care of Magical Creatures as a close second, and he had taught Charlie what an average Auror learnt in the Auror Academy.

In Charlie's fourth year, he had accepted to his Head of House's husband that he wanted an apprenticeship with the nice Professor. Needless to say, he gave Charlie a chance.

Charlie now learnt about creatures and curse-breaking. Yay . . .

After Bill had told it, it had sounded cool, but when Professor Evans told him it was kind of lame and less hard. Charlie wanted more adventure than this, like 'Dragons and Vaults' type of adventure. Professor had suggested Quidditch but it sounded lame compared to what he wanted. A cracked skull is nowhere near as fun as fighting a dragon.

Then the Professor had suggested becoming a Magizoologist. Charlie had thought about it and then accepted. It had creatures and had adventures with Nundus and Chimaeras, so it was excellent. And Professor had promised a dinner with Newt Scamander himself, which happened on the first day of his Christmas Holidays in his sixth year, so he now studied creatures with Kettleburn and Professor Evans.

Kappas were tricky but he got it right in the end, he thinks.

Professor Evans said, "Charlie, didn't Silvanus tell you about Kappas being tricky? They will eat everything for a taste and if they like it, they will eat it again. Each Kappas taste differs so if one Kappa likes bananas, the other can like cherries! See?"

Charlie nodded thoughtfully and said, "Epilektikoí, the kappa, did eat the banana when I brought it for the breakfast today and ate it for lunch yesterday. And about the frogs, he ate it for supper yesterday and didn't eat frogs today. I thought he was full . . ."

"Say no more, young student, I understand. You now know Kappas as well as me, now you have to discover something new that the books, who needs them anyway, don't tell. Take help from Daniel Granger-Taylor, a fourth-year in your House, and Marcus Flint, a Slytherin fourth-year. They have taken an interest in studying Creatures and are adequate with a wand, you may find help, and three brains are better than one."

Charlie nodded and exited the class happily. It seemed like Professor Evans wants him to befriend that Snake, but he will not. Mum always said that Snakes are like You-Know-Who and will betray him, but Hydrus Black is a nice one, and Professor Evans is Slytherin's Head of House! So maybe, not all of them are bad. Maybe he can try, but he will be careful.
_

"Albus, understand. If you try to put Nicholas' Stone in a Fucking School which is full of children, you may as well say that you are a Dark Lord! As the Deputy Headmistress' Deputy, I have a responsibility to make sure that you bloody think."

Albus' eyes twinkled, again, and he tried to explain, "But, Harry! My boy-"

"I am an adult with children."

Albus tried again, "Harry, it is my displeasure to say that this for the Greater Good-"

"Which is just an unhealthy obsession with three things of which I know their addresses, and they are with their rightful owner if you are about to whine, Albus."

Albus stopped and tried to explain the third time, "Harry, you must listen to me, and not cut me when I, your superior in position, speaks. Harry, now, understand that their is a Prophecy about Voldemort and-"

Harry cut in irratedly, "'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...'. This crap will not stop me, Albus. Harry Potter is myself, I will do that shit. This Potter is normal boy. And remember I have proofs of your illegal work, you cannot Obliviate me because I have hidden the clues in a secret spot, and can 'accidentally' leak it to the Minister tomorrow."

Albus opened and closed his mouth.

Harry smirked and said, "Your shady days are over, Albus. It is time for you to step down and stop moving. You have had decades to stop the Dark Forces and yet, you dumb the people down to make them see the Great Albus Dumbledore of the Greater Good."

Harry started roaming around the room and announced, "No more, my old friend. No more manipulations. You have to think with your heart to see the truth, Albus."

Albus can only nod shamefully as Harry went _

"Harry Potter, stay calm. You are doing too much for me to stop." A man clad in red muttered to himself.

If Harry was moving so fast can he catch up with him? Yes, he can. Harry would stop, Hermione or Minerva will be the cause, but it will happen slowly. And he would have to kill his old friends.

Friend? More like backstabber.

The man in red had decided to not make a friends since his fight with the betrayers. Of course, he had Obliviate the bloody lot. They will think of him as the fallen hero of the unknown future but he was the second Albus 'Righteous' Dumbledore.

The man in red will have his revenge, and Romulus and Fenrir Greyback will help him on the way.

"Get that wand maker soon, Macnair. We have yet to get Fenrir a new wand."

Walden Macnair bowed deeply and nodded nervously. Good, he can still scare the shit out of this boy.

The older boy moved out of the room.

The man in red looked at the boys and girls in the room, some older than him and some a bit younger. They were not worthy of being called men or women until they have actually seen reality and the man in red will ensure that happens.

A boy asked, "Are we getting Snape, milord?"

Severus? Of course not. Not that Greasy Bat. He was a bloody fucking menace. That snarling buffoon!

But he may be of use. He can brew Wolfsbane. He can invent some Potions too. He can be of use if there man in red did not see him.

The Red Lord spoke in his deep pitch, "Yes, but ensure that Snape be only used for Potions. Get him from Himalayas. He may have some bloody lot of Harry Evans."

The boy, Amos Diggory, nodded and moved out of the room carefully. Hufflepuff, his arse, that boy was a real Slytherin with his traitorous moves.

Voldemort smiled as his plans started forming. Harry Evans and Tom Riddle will be not even worthy of his glance when he was done with them, and this new body will help him on his way.

This man was a Gryffindor from future. A man of war fighting him, ironically, but Voldemort had made him see the reality. This man will be of good company to him with all the strategy he comes up with.

Ronald Weasley and Voldemort, together, make the best Lord in history. Far greater than Harry Potter, or Evans, or whatever he was calling himself today.

The man in red smiled to himself and ate a chocolate frog thoughtfully.
_

12 February 1990

"Severus Tobias Snape?"

Severus took a step back when he saw Walden Macnair in his black robes and that cool and aloof expression. It can only mean one thing: Voldemort is that new lord but Tom isn't the one.

The thirty-year-old imposter asked harshly, "Macnair? Finally remembered this shit? I ain't helping you! I will be neutral and make potions and all, but I won't meet with the likes of you!"

Macnair gritted his teeth and another man came from behind. It was someone else. An older man.

"Imperio!"

Severus Snape was not found in the foreseen future.
_

Harry ducked from a cutting curse and a killing curse side by side and kept moving. This was his task.

Distract and escape.

With all the dementors leaving Azkaban, it was just a really dirty fortress. Harry was held prisoner here until he tried to escape.

Harry dodged a tickling jinx. Really?

Harry called out, "Aye, Bella! Stop the Tango and come to the real ball!"

Bellatrix Lestrange growled and stepped forward. She was covered with bleeding scars that she got from Harry's sword. Not that one, you dirty-minded idiot!

"Let's dance, Pottah!"
_

"So Cedric was smoking weed when he got the idea to bath with his golden egg?"

Roger Davis said nervously, "Yes, Harry."