POTTER RESURGENCE

Chapter 10

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"So, how has your first week been?" Harry asked Hardwin. They were in the kitchens for their weekly meeting, the first one this term.

"Well, the lessons were alright I guess with the old professors being their normal selves. Snape is an asshole as usual." Hardwin shrugged. "Moony is probably the best DADA teacher we've ever had even though his lessons are mainly about magical creatures."

"He just might be." Harry agreed. "What about outside of classes?"

"Well, Collin Creepy has a brother who is twice as fanatic as him, Ginny is slowly getting over her crush on me and opening up, Hermione is her bossy self." He paused. "And the first years in my house worship you."

"What?"

"Apparently you wrestled a horde of Dementors untill they were and became their alpha so they're all like pets to you." Hardwin snickered. "Since it's his last year, Wood has already started us on training and...well I guess that's it. What about you?"

"Nothing of note has really happened this week." Harry said. "I haven't got anyone asking for a favor that I need to personally take part in. So it has been really quiet for me."

"What about saving Malfoy from Buckbeak?"

"Oh, that?" Harry shook his head. "Malfoy had been trying to get Hagrid in trouble, apparently he can't be taught by a 'half-breed'. I was anyway doing the whole of Slytherin a favor as it would be very bad if Slytherin played without our star seeker."

"Why don't you join the quidditch team anyway?" Hardwin asked. "It would be nice to compete with you in something where we're matched."

"Lockjaw is a creature of the air, I imagine you're practically unmatched when it comes to flying." Harry replied leaning forward. "I gotta say, it would be an interesting experience flying against you."

"So you'll be joining then?" Hardwin asked, barely containing his excitement. He had noticed, after his transformation that if he let Lockjaw's instincts take over while he is flying, the broom almost felt like it was an extension of him.

"Yep, it shouldn't be too hard." Harry said. "Call in a favor or two, find something to distract Draco and then we shall see what you're capable of when pushed to your limits."

"Great, can't wait to tell Padfoot!" Hardwin paused. "By the way I've been meaning to ask, what's the deal with Hermione?"

"She wants my help to get a phone to work at Hogwarts."

"And why did you agree?"

Harry frowned. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Look Harry, I know you." Hardwin said, eyes narrowing. "I may not be as smart as you but I know the kind of person that you are and you never, ever agree to something unless you're benefitting from it twice over at the very least."

Harry stared at his brother and he stared right back, two pairs of emerald eyes narrowing slightly almost in tandem. He leaned forward, daring his brother to stare back much longer for a few more seconds before he chuckled. "You've got quite a pair on you, don't you?"

"You already knew I did, Harry." Hardwin smiled leaning back in his seat. "I would pity anyone else who tried to stare you down, though."

"Hermione Granger has a Time-Turner." Harry stated and Hardwin's eyes widened.

"Bloody hell, that explains a lot." He shook his head. "And who thought it was a good idea to give one to a fourteen-year-old."

"Well, you know what mom says. Most magicals prefer to replace common sense with magic."

"Right." Hardwin laughed. "Anyway, why do you need the Time-Turner?"

"Our father is stuck in the department of Mysteries because no one knows what Riddle did to him." Harry said. "If there's even a chance that I could find out what, that doesn't involve becoming Riddle's minion then I'll take it."

"You plan to go back to that night?" Hardwin asked in confusion. "Time-Turners can only go back a day to the maximum and even that will be stretching it."

"I know." Harry sighed. "I'll figure something out."

"Harry..." Hardwin started, looking worried. "Time magic is very unstable and dangerous, literally anything could happen. I don't want to get back our father at the price of losing you."

"You won't lose me, brother." Harry assured him. "That is a promise."

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October 31st 1993

Harry and Hermione Tech lab

Chamber of secrets.

Harry had cleared one part of the chamber and had put up transfigured screens to make it more official looking. He had placed there three tables, one being Hermione's, one his and the other only used if they were working on something together.

No one was allowed to go to the other's table when they're absent.

Today was the first Hogsmeade weekend and the majority of the third-years had gone down to the village. Harry had opted to stay and start on working on the phone project as he had been itching to start since the phones arrived yesterday on Friday.

He had written George and asked him to purchase for him five different types of the latest phones. Hedwig had not been happy when Harry asked Morgan, Hardwin's owl to help her bring the package containing the phones.

Right after they had finished breakfast, while the rest were heading down to Hogsmeade, Harry and Hermione went to the chamber. Harry had disassembled one of the phones and was in the process of trying to understand how it worked. He wasn't having much success to say the least.

Heaving a sigh, Harry leaned back into his seat with his hands behind his head. "So, this Jesus bloke, did he have wings?"

"What?"

He swiveled in his chair to look at Hermione where she was still trying to understand Lily's notes. "All the texts I have read say that Jesus ascended to the heavens in front of his disciples."

"Yeah." Hermione nodded, not even looking up.

"So how did he do it, did he sprout wings on his back and fly off or maybe he just levitated?"

"Well, I think he just ascended without wings." Hermione replied. "Maybe some divine power or something...but I'm pretty sure he didn't have wings."

"Oh, that's disappointing."

"But angels are supposed to have." Hermione offered at Harry's disappointed look and he perked up immediately.

"They do?" He asked and she nodded. "How are they like?"

"Big, white and feathery." She said. "Oh and I think they glow, at least that's what my Sunday school teacher used to say."

"Interesting." Harry hummed. "Have you ever thought of what it would feel like if you had wings?"

"Well, I'm not very fond of heights so no, I would rather have something solid under my fight and not supported by some feathers." She sniffed.

"I think I would like to have wings."

"Are you five or something?" Hermione snorted, looking at Harry for the first time since he started talking. "You're serious?"

"Of course I'm serious, do I look like someone who jokes about something like this?"

"Uhm, well no but I just never considered if it was possible." She replied. "How would you even go about that?"

"That's what I'll be finding out." He checked his wrist watch. "Right after I've eaten lunch. You're coming with?"

Hermione sighed. "Yeah, I'm pretty famished."

While Hermione rearranged her notes, Harry pulled out one drawer from his desk where there was a necklace identical to Hermione's which had the Time-Turner.

He flicked his wrist and tapped the tip of his wand on the necklace muttering under his breath the switching spell. His fake necklace glowed the familiar white and flickered before it was replaced by the real one.

He glanced at Hermione and saw that she hadn't even noticed that her necklace was missing. Smirking to himself, he made to close the drawer but froze, his eyes widening as he realized he hadn't thought this through at all.

He had cast magic on the necklace but hadn't been accounting for the time-turner itself. A time-turner that was explicitly supposed to be kept away from any foreign magic and he had just cast a spell on it.

And right now, it was glowing an errie green color that was growing by the second. Thinking quickly, Harry summoned every bit of magic he could master and cast a shield, one he had seen being used only once by Quirrelmort.

Hermione who had just put the straps of her bag looked up and her eyes widened at the purple dome surrounding Harry before she gave a cry of pain when he was covered by a piercing green light.

She gave a cry of pain, covering her eyes with her hand and sunk onto the floor, she could feel tears streaming from her eyes but she couldn't do anything about it, the pain was too much for her brain and it promptly shut down.

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Harry slowly woke up, wincing as he remembered what had happened before he lost consciousness. He clearly remembered his moment of stupidity and how the time-turner had reacted before he was blinded by a flash of green light.

He made to wake up but groaned when he felt like his nerves were in fire. Either he had been subjected to the Cruciatus while he was unconscious or he was suffering from magical exhaustion.

Both of which could be remedied by a single vial of his 'Elixir'. If only he could gather enough energy to reach the pockets of his robes for his potions kit. He looked down to see that he was covered what looked like skins and he was sweating despite how cold his skin was.

He managed to push the covers off, not at all ashamed at his nakedness and tried to get off the hard bed. His legs gave out and he collapsed, to the floor quite loudly. Immediately footsteps were heard approaching his room and the wooden door was opened to reveal a very beautiful woman.

She looked to be in her early forties but with magicals you can never be sure. And she was a magical as Harry could feel the large amount of magic bleeding off her.

"Now, now, lad..." The woman's voice was soft and soothing as she helped him back to the bed. "No need to bother yourself, if you need anything, you only have to ask."

"Robes." Harry said weakly, pointing at the pile of clothes that looked out of place in the ancient looking room.

"Oh, sorry dear but you can't wear your clothes in that condition." She soothed. "Your magic is almost completely depleted and if anything that requires magic to sustain itself comes near you, it will deplete even faster."

Harry wanted to urge that the robes didn't require magic but couldn't find the energy to argue, he could feel his brain start shutting down as she spoke to him. He could also feel the magic being weaved as she spoke.

It was so subtle, he could have missed it if it wasn't for all the hours he had spent honing his magical senses. Nothing like his own experiments at imbedding magic in his voice.

"Now sleep, little man." She sang as he felt his eyes become heavy. "All will be better when you wake up."

When Harry woke up next, he was feeling a bit better though his magic still hadn't returned enough for him to slide off the bed without collapsing and summoning the witch lady.

Now that Harry's head was a little more clearer, he recognized the kind of magic the woman had used on him.

Witchcraft.

There hadn't been many people capable of performing witchcraft with such ease history and Harry, despite how improbable the conclusions he was drawing were, was starting to suspect where or rather when he was.

He carefully walked over to the table where his robes and clothes had been folded. Searching through the robes pockets, he retrieved his Emergency potion kit and got a vial of his elixir.

Drowning the potion, Harry could already feel his body regaining it's strength as his magical core was... recharged, for lack of a better word. He swiftly slipped on his pants and shirt before covering himself with the robe. He put on his shoes as well before standing up.

Checking his inner pockets, he retrieved the invisibility cloak and covered himself. He couldn't risk cloaking himself with magic where there was an honest-to-Merlin witch in the house as he had no doubt she was capable of detecting any magic cast within the house. He saw his 'Heir' ring next to where his clothes had been and slipped it on as well.

He slowly opened the door and wandered the empty halls of the not so small cottage-sized house. The Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow before the seat was moved to Potter Manor. By the time he reached the 'dining' room, Harry was very sure of exactly where he was. When though, that he was still not sure.

On the modest table in the large room, at least by that time's standards, was seated a middle-aged couple. The woman who had bypassed his occulmecy shields like they did not exist and bewitched him to sleep against his will and a man with a mop of messy black hair.

His face was boyishly handsome and his dark grey eyes shone with love whenever he looked at the woman whose back was turned to Harry. He was very muscular and Harry had no doubt he was outstanding even in this time and age.

The woman's silver hair swayed as she turned in her seat to look at where Harry was standing, covered by the cloak. Her silver eyes, so like Luna's were staring right at him, narrowed slightly. "Dear, do you have the Cloak on you?"

The man frowned and reached into his robes and pulled out the silvery cloak and placed it on the table. "Right here, Lola. Do you have need of it?"

"No, but our dear guest is standing right over there covered in it." She replied, her voice becoming the soft and soothing. Harry could feel her magic gathering. "Why don't you take off the Cloak and join us."

Harry felt the magic in her voice and strengthened his mind defenses to the maximum. Her magic though simply seeped through and just as Harry prepared for his body to obey, his Heir ring pulsed and the suggestion was purged from his mind.

"Interesting." She mused, walking towards him. "I recognize that enchantment as my own yet I don't remember making one."

The man stood up, holding a wand and pointed it at Harry's position. "Lola, what are you talking about?"

"You're the only one who can resist my type of magic thanks to your father's ring that I enchanted for you." She said, walking closer while Harry held his ground. "The boy has an identical ring, one I had overlooked initially, a diversion spell no doubt."

Harry knew the ring was enchanted so anyone who isn't a Potter by blood considers it unimportant and are very likely to disregard it when in their presence.

The man, who Harry was now very sure was his ancestor came and stood next to his wife, wand glowing a dangerous red. "Take off the Cloak, boy!"

Harry flicked his wrist and his wand slid back into it's holster. He carefully pulled off the invisibility cloak and put it back in his pocket.

"Who are you boy?" The man demanded. "Speak now or I'll be forced to smear the walls of my dining with your blood!"

"You wouldn't be able to even if you weren't bluffing." Harry stated confidently.

"Is that so?" He narrowed his eyes, the tip growing brighter. "And what makes you sure you?"

"Not a single spell you can cast can penetrate even my weakest shield, that glow on your wand, it's just for show to intimidate people." Harry answered firmly and the man faltered.

"How could you possibly know that?!" He demanded and made to take a step forward but was stopped by his wife. "Well?"

"I read your journal, Hardwin Potter." Harry replied. "Years and years in the future. Hundreds of years in the future from our family Library."

"Are you saying you're from the future?" The man asked.

"My name is Harry Potter and I come from the year 1993." Harry confirmed, straightening up. "I have to say that it's a pleasure to meet my two most interesting ancestors."

"Is this some kind of jest?!" Hardwin Potter demanded

"He is telling the truth dear, I can feel it in his magic." The woman, Iolanthe Peverell said, her voice soft.

"I can see that, Lola but this just makes no sense." Hardwin sighed. "How does one travel in time?

"I've always told you, the capabilities of magic are endless and only limited by our personal limitations." Lola, as Hardwin referred to her said. "I would imagine time travel isn't a simple feat and would require a great deal from the traveller."

Harry looked sheepish as he answered. "Well, it was kind of an accident."

"You traveled centuries back in time by accident?" Hardwin asked with a grin that reminded Harry of his brother. "Yeah, you're a Potter alright."

"And how do you plan on getting back to your time?" Lola asked and Harry sighed.

"I have yet to figure that part out."

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"You know, I always thought you were all mysterious and tended to speak in riddles." Harry commented as he ate his food. After the confrontation and Lola confirming his story, the three had sat down to finish their meal.

"Why so?" Lola asked.

"Well, that is the impression I got from how your husband portrayed you in his journal."

"I honestly understand only half of what she talks about." Hardwin said. "So I think it's safe to say that she indeed speaks in riddles."

"With the way things are going, I believe you speaking in riddles is what has kept us alive for this long." Lola replied as she collected the plates and took them to the kitchen.

"Right, the 'Founders' Civil war'."

"What?"

"It's what they call the period where the wizarding world was divided between supporters of Slytherin and Gryffindor." Harry said explained. "As a matter of fact, it was during this period that you laid the foundation of what our house would become."

"And what was that?"

"To stand by what we believe in no matter what others think of it." Harry replied. "To keep fighting no matter how bleak our situation may seem. And most importantly, a Potter never bows to anyone."

The older man looked at Harry with a sad smile. "That sounds nothing like me at all."

"That sounds exactly like you my brave knight." Lola replied as she came back from the kitchen. She laid her arm on Hardwin's shoulders smiling at him lovingly. "It's what I've been telling you every day. Maybe it's the reason why you're here, young Harry."

Harry looked at from the beautiful woman to Hardwin and frowned. "You think I'm here to turn him into the man history knows him to be?"

While Hardwin scoffed, Lola just smiled.

"Magic works in ways that are hard for us to understand but when one does, everything becomes so much easier." Lola said. "My grandfather always claimed that it was magic that guided him as he enchanted our family Cloak."

"So it wasn't Death then?" Harry muttered to himself.

"What?"

"In my time, it is believed that Death gave three gifts to the Peverell brothers, one of which was the cloak." Harry explained before shaking his head. "So, you're trying to tell me that magic stranded me here?"

"According to what you have told me, I can imagine that history knows my legendary husband as a great warrior and right now, he is most certainly not." There was a teasing note in her voice and probably used to it, Hardwin just rolled his eyes. "I've always known it would take a miracle to bring out the man I see in him."

"I am standing right here."

"My being here will not change history but rather make sure it stays on course." Harry said in realization, completely ignoring Hardwin.

Lola nodded. "If you're to return to your time, you will have to make sure time is on it's right course."

"I was always meant to be here." Harry said in realization. "Destined to be here. So it wasn't because I had been stupid, magic made me dumb so I can I come here!"

"No, the stupid part was all you." Lola said bluntly and Harry blinked at her. "Magic just took advantage of it."

"Oh." Now Harry knew how his brother felt when he was talking to him, so he decided to change topic. "So, what I'm I supposed to do exactly."

"That is for the two of you to figure out." Lola said mysteriously and left the room.

Harry waited for a moment before he turned to the older man seated opposite him. "Now I can see what you meant in your journal."

"Thank you!" Hardwin exclaimed.

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"The trick is getting as intimate as possible with your magic." Lola lectured. "I don't know how you do it in the future but here, from a young age one is expected to hone their magic, imerse themselves into their magical core and make it part of themselves."

"But we cast magic easily enough even without going through that." Harry frowned.

"Yes but I don't feel any active bloodline with in you." Lola replied. "As my direct descendant, you should have an instinctive grasp on either Witchcraft or Enchanting. And yet I can see that you have only used my bloodline on only two occasions and you weren't entirely successful."

Harry remembered putting Neville and Ron to sleep as well as silencing the people in his compartment during the dementor attack. As for Enchanting, well that had been a disaster.

"Does it have to be one or the other?" Harry asked. "Can't it be both?"

"No." She shook her head. "You can only have one active bloodline at a time."

"I see." Harry sighed. "What do I do?"

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It had been over a month now and Harry was getting frustrated. Nothing seemed to be working out fo him, he was no close to figuring out what to do with his ancestor.

Hardwin, due to his meager magical reserves was enstranged from not only his brothers but the rest of the magical folk as well. He tried to fit in with the rest of the muggles in the small village of Godric's Hollow like his father had, doing odd jobs.

Jobs that usually needed some one with a bit of strength as Hardwin was well developed. Harry knew Hardwin had gotten himself involved in the magical world at some point and left a lasting impression. So much that he had earned himself the land on which Potter Manor was later built.

Right now though, there was nothing indicating that anything like that would ever happen. Hardwin was fine with the life he was living right now, he wanted nothing to do with the magicals and was perfectly comfortable with what he had right now.

The civil war was still on, Harry knew it was only a matter of time before either of the two factions decided Hardwin's neutrality had gone on long enough and decide to make them choose a side. Harry didn't know if he could get involved without breaking time.

Not to mention he wasn't sure if he could even make a difference if they were attacked. He didn't fully understand the workings of magic in this time which made a fight very unpredictable. Hardwin would be useless in the fight and Lola, well he wasn't sure what she was capable of.

He had decided to keep himself in the house not wishing to be vaporized in case he did something to mess with time. Just because they suspected that magic wanted him here, it didn't mean that he could do whatever he wished.

He knew the butterfly effect well enough and he didn't want to return to a future he didn't recognize.

So he stayed in the house and worked on learning from Lola but that too wasn't going so well either. He just couldn't merge with his magical core no matter what he did. Lola did everything she could to instruct him, and she was a very good teacher but something was blocking him.

Harry feared that he might reach the time to return to his time when he hasn't learned anything. That would be a shame.

"Are you ready to try again?" Lola asked him from where he was seated cross-legged. "If you are tired, we can rest for a few minutes."

"No, let's try again." Harry replied firmly.

"Very well." Lola smiled. "Now, I've told you_"

She was cut off by Hardwin barging into the room looking scared. He grabbed the invisibility cloak on the table and threw it at the pair. "Hide, now!"

"Sweetie, what's going?"

"They're coming, you need to hide now!" He ordered and while Harry withdrew his Cloak from his pockets, Lola just shook her head.

"I'm not hiding, Hardwin." She replied sharply. "Not anymore. What happens when we have children? Shall they be living seclusion simply because we don't agree with everyone?"

"Lola..."

"Listen to me, Hardwin Potter." Lola said, touching his muscular arm. "You may not be a particularly powerful wizard but you're one of the strongest and smartest people I know and I will not let you hold yourself back, the future of our house depends on it."

"All well and good but you really need to_"

He was cut off by the door exploding outwards. Harry swiftly covered himself with his Cloak just in time before six wizards entered the room. They were all pretty big but nothing as strong as Hardwin who stood a foot taller than the tallest of the group.

"I believe you know why we're here, Potter." One of the men, clearly the leader walked forward.

"My answer is the same as it has always been, Avery." Hardwin replied, his wand gripped tight in his hand. "I want nothing to do with any of you lot."

"Unfortunately for you, that is no longer an option." Avery replied. "You may be the weakest wizard alive but you have some uses. So tell me now, Potter. Do you stand with Slytherin or Gryffindor."

"I stand with House Potter." Hardwin replied standing straight. Lola who had been standing in the shadows walked forward and stood next to her husband. "And you gentlemen are trespassing on my property."

"And what are you going to do about it?" Avery sneered. "Throw sparks at us, those don't work on real wizards. Wizards who don't need to stake their entire fortune to get a woman."

"Hardwin Potter is five times the wizard any of you could ever hope to be." Lola spoke for the first time, her voice soft but stern. "You think you're powerful just because your magic is stronger. You couldn't be more wrong, and I suggest you boys leave before things get ugly for you."

Avery glared at her before he turned to Hardwin. "A woman." He spat. "You let a woman speak for you?"

"That woman can wipe the floor with your collective behinds." Hardwin assured him but then his eyes hardened. "Leave now, Avery when you still have the chance."

Avery just smirked at him. "Telling us to leave shows that you're not on our side so I think we should show him the error of his ways, don't you agree, gentlemen?"

Hardwin didn't wait for an answer, he raised his wand and fired at the group of six. There was a visible ripple of energy which slammed into two of the wizards who weren't fast enough to put up shields in time.

Before they could recover, Hardwin moved fast and was in their midst. Avery raised his wand but Hardwin slapped it away with his left hand and punched him square on the jaw. He stumbled back and before he could gain balance, Hardwin kicked him in the chest sending him into the wall behind.

He dived to the ground, barely dodging a sizzling yellow spell which left a mark in the stone wall. Before he could attack, the wizard who had cast the spell cried out as he was lifted and slammed into the cieling. There were loud cracks as a number of bones broke and he landed with a thump.

Harry looked at Lola who had her hands stretched forward, magic whipping around her. The four remaining wizards, two of which were still recovering from being slammed into by a knock-back jinx looked at the couple who were back to standing side by side.

"You can still leave, Mathew." Hardwin said, staring at a redhead. The man looked ready to agree with him but a glare from the others stopped him. He raised his wand with a resigned look in his face and fired a spell Harry had never seen.

Hardwin dodged the white bolt of energy and started advancing. Lola twisted her hand and the redhead who had fired the spell dropped his wand and sunk to the floor clutching his head and screaming in pain. She flicked her other hand and another of the men was sent flying back headfirst into the stone wall.

Meanwhile, dagger in hand, Hardwin had reached the remaining pair. He dived to the ground with a roll, dodging two more spells before coming up from behind. He slashed one of the wizards behind the knee before rising up and stabbing him in the neck.

Even while Harry marveled at Hardwin's speed, the older wizard had moved onto the last man who was still on his feet. He grabbed the hand that was pointing the wand at him and twisted it. The wizard cried out as he spun around turning his back to Hardwin.

Hardwin kicked the man behind the knees and he forced him to kneel. His muscular arms then grabbed the man's neck and twisted it to the side with a snap. The man died instantly.

The room was quiet for a moment with only Hardwin breathing heavily. The fight had barely taken more than a minute. Harry looked at the destruction the two Potters had caused in amazement, in only a matter of seconds, all the wizarda were dead, all except for one.

Harry turned to look at Avery and his eyes widened to see the wizard back to his feet, his wand pointed at Hardwin's back. None of the two older Potters were paying him any attention and the wand had already started glowing.

Harry whipped off the Cloak and brought up his wand which had been ready incase he needed to intervene. A bolt of lightning flew from his wand, travelling faster than any spell and hit Avery in the chest just as the spell left the man's wand.

Hardwin turned at Avery's grunt just in time to get for the spell to hit. He was lifted by the spell and flew through the air before landing with a wet thump, unmoving. No one glanced at the smoking pile of flesh that had been Avery as they ran over to Hardwin.

His clothes were wet with blood and when Lola managed to open the shirt, she stumbled away with a loud gasp. Harry ignored her and felt for his pulse, it was there but very weak. He summoned his 'Emergency potion kit' and opened it. On the back of the cover which usually had five vials were only four.

Harry picked one and emptied the 'elixir' into Hardwin's mouth. Immediately, the deep gash started closing slowly but blood was still coming out. He pulled out another and also fed it to him. The wound closed faster but Harry could see that he had lost too much blood.

He picked another vial which contained a blood-replenishing potion and also poured it in Hardwin's mouth. When he didn't swallow, Harry held his nose but still nothing happened. It was obvious he had stopped breathing, but Harry refused to panic and ignored Lola's sobbing in the background.

Harry was still existing, which meant there was still a chance to save his ancestor.

He checked Hardwin's pulse and he could see that it had disappeared completely even though the wound had closed. Praying that this worked, Harry gathered lightning around his hand before slapping it directly over the man's heart.

Hardwin's body twitched once, twice before he let out a loud gasp and sat up. Wide eyes turned to Harry before he grabbed him by the throat and started squeezing. Harry, struggling for breath once again gathered lightning and grabbed Hardwin's muscular arm and gave him a mild electric shock.

He immediately released him, finally coming to his senses. "Harry, what..."

"You're welcome." Harry deadpanned, rubbing his neck.

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Two days later, the three Potters had cleared the place up. A few spells from Harry that had yet to be invented had helped clear the bodies and clean up the spots they had been in.

"And everyone in the future carrys one of these around?" Hardwin asked in amazement staring at Harry's potion kit. There were at least a vial of the most basic potions like pepper-up, skele-grow, blood-replenishing, dreamless sleep and pain-relief.

"Not everyone." Harry shook his head. "As far as I know, I'm the only one who does but there are probably others I haven't met yet."

"What about these two?" Lola asked. "They look like the one you used to heal, Hardwin."

"Those are my version of the 'Elixir of life'." Harry replied. "I usually carry around five but I've now used three since I came here."

"What is this 'Elixir of life'?"

"It's a healing potion made out of a very powerful artifact called the 'Sorcerer's Stone'." Harry replied. "If made correctly, it has the capability of extending a person's life indefinitely."

"You mean you can be immortal just by drinking some potion?" Hardwin asked and Harry nodded.

"Yes, the person who used to own it before me was rumoured to be over six hundred years old " The two whistled.

"That is impressive." Lola smiled coyly at him. "So you stole it?"

Harry nodded with a straight face. "I had need of it so I took it."

Hardwin didn't know whether to be proud of his descendant or revolted. "You said it's your version of the elixir, does that mean you can't make the real one."

"Well, I couldn't walk to the person I stole it from and ask for a guide on how to use it." Harry shook his head picking up one of the two remaining vials. "This is the closest I've managed to get to the Elixir yet."

Lola was quiet for a moment before she waved her hand across her eyes. And when she opened them, instead of an iris and pupils, Harry only saw two green orbs staring at him. She turned the orbs to look at Hardwin and her eyebrows rose.

"It's as I thought." She said with a bright smile. "I don't know how this 'Elixir of life' is supposed to work but your potion, on top of healing also increases the size of a person's magical core."

Harry blinked in surprise. He had never considered it. Did that mean he could cure squibs? "Are you saying Hardwin's core has increased since he took the potion?"

"Yes, Harry." She grinned brighter than he had ever seen her. "The change is not very much but it's noticable. This might be the solution to Hardwin's magic problem!"

"But I have only two vials left." Harry said. "I don't think two vials will make much of a difference."

"Surely you can make more?" Lola frowned and Harry felt bad for the couple.

"I would but I don't have the Stone with me."

"I... of course." Lola sighed. "You would be a fool to carry something like that around with you. If there is anything I've learned about you this past month, it's that you, Harry Potter are no fool."

"Thanks I guess." Harry smiled tentatively. "I'm truly sorry that I couldn't help you."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up, lad." Hardwin slapped him on his shoulder before he looked at Lola. "Besides, the two vials just might be what we need to complete a project we were working on."

Lola tilted her head to the side in confusion before her silver eyes widened. "The tattoo!"

"Yes." Hardwin was grinning too and Harry felt his heart lurch at the grin which looked so much like his brother's. "I couldn't activate it because I didn't have enough magic but if my core expands twice as much as it did before, then I'll have more than enough magic to channel into the tattoo!"

"What are you two talking about?"

Instead of answering, Hardwin stood up and took of his tunic. Harry raised an eyebrow at him and the man's grin grew as he turned around and Harry gaped at the sight that he was met with.

Tattooed on Hardwin's back were two wings both seemed to have merged with his body between his shoulder blades. On either side, the two wings stretched from the top of his neck all the way down the left side of his back, ending barely above the waistband of his pants.

They were so life like that Harry half-expected one to fall off. Even the muscles under his skin shifted slightly, Harry could have sworn the wings moved. Hardwin then turned his head and looked at Harry over his shoulder. "Ever wondered what it would feel like to have wings?"

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AN: Hi guys, that's the latest chapter for you. For those who are wondering, Harry's time in the past is at an end so next chapter he'll be going back to 1993. This... prologue will have tremendous effect on Harry's progress.

I hope this chapter explains why I kept mentioning the original Hardwin Potter.

I got the idea of the tattoo from With Strength of Steel Wings by AngelaStarCat. A truly wonderful piece of work though I'll be going a different path with it. If you haven't read it, then you haven't read fanfiction. Till next chapter.