Harry let his glamour drop as he stepped under the hot stream of water. Even though there would be no Quidditch this year due to the Tri-Wizard tournament, Katie Bell had them training anyway. He had taken a rather nasty hit from a bludger. Unfortunately for him, it hit the same 2 ribs that had just healed from the Dursleys. He was pretty sure they were cracked. Harry looked down at his emaciated body. Though it had been two months, there were still fading bruises from his last beating. He sighed. His glamour was a drain on his magic, but he knew it would be worse if the truth came out. Just what would everyone think of their precious boy-who-lived?
He wrapped a towel around his waist, after drying off, and walked over to where he had clothes waiting. He had his head down and therefore didn't see the 8 people who had just walked in.
" Po..Potter?", Malfoy asked completely shocked. What the hell had happened to him? There were scars all over his torso and arms along with fading bruises. Harry looked up and the group could see an angry red line down the left side of his face. Harry eyed them warily, then looked resigned.
" Hello Draco.", Harry said tiredly. He gave a nod of acknowledgement to Nott, Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, Greengrass, Davis, and Parkinson. He then straightened and looked Draco in the eye before he hissed softly, " Glamour ". Before their very eyes the wounds disappeared. " Clothes ", he hissed and was instantly clothed in the clothes he had brought. The group looked at him in shock. Harry smirked, before letting his face go blank. They looked at him in astonishment at this.
" I believe the feast will start soon. We would not want to be late now would we?", Harry said before striding pass them. " Potter where...", Draco trailed off as Harry whirled on them. " It is nothing. Leave it be. There is nothing you or anyone else can do about it. I have to stay there for sake of the blood wards. Just let it be.", Harry said in such a cold tone that it made Draco shiver. The group nodded. They arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall. " You guys go on first. You have an image to maintain. You would not want to blow 3 years of reputation.", Harry said. They again looked at Harry in shock. He grinned at them. " Snake in Lion's clothing.", he said before winking at them. They entered and a few minutes later so did he.
He took his normal place beside Ron. He ate only a little as he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Somehow he just knew that the goblet would produce his name. Because he didn't get normal school years. Cedric's name was called. Harry took a breath, relieved. Before he could triumph though, the flames in the goblet turned color once more, and Harry paled.
" Harry Potter.", Dumbledore called. Harry sat there still as a statue except for his head which he was shaking back and forth and saying no over and over. Dumbledore called his name again. Ron jabbed him hard in the ribs. There was an audible crack. The hall had been silent before, but now even more so. Ron looked at Harry horrorified as he clutched his now broken ribs. Harry coughed and blood came out. This was all just too much. He wanted to die. He couldn't take it anymore. He started to fall backwards.
Before anyone could move, a vortex spiraled right behind Harry. It was gone in an instant and in its absence was a tall man. The man had raven hair down to his shoulders. He looked fairly built, like a man who took his health seriously. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was open to reveal a washboard stomach. His black leather pants clung to him like a second skin and paired with the black combat boots, he looked very dangerous yet sexy at the same time. His eyes looked around the room. His emerald green eyes that were just like that of the boy about to fall in front of him. The man cursed and caught Harry as he fell.
Harry looked into eyes that were just like his. " Have you come to finally take me home?", he whispered. The man chuckled. " In a sense. We are to become one. I am an older version of yourself from an alternate reality. Do not worry. My time there was already over. We shall become one and fix this before it ever got so far out of hand.", the man whispered back. Harry smiled. " Okay.", he said before passing out.
I woke up slowly. I was in a hospital room, but it wasn't at Hogwarts. Ah St. Mungo's. I sat up. Something felt different. He tried to figure out what it was. Well for one I wasn't in any pain whatsoever. I felt excellent in fact. I got up and immediately noticed he was taller. Finally. I made his way to a mirror. I was indeed taller, about 5'10" compared to my 5'6" of before. My hair was straight and to my shoulders. I was more filled out, but not overly so, and had lean muscles. I could see without his glasses and my scar... my scar was completely gone! I opened the hospital gown and saw pale, smooth, blemish free skin. No scars of any kind. My eyes tried to tear up, but I held it back.
Right. First thing to do would be to get out of here. I wandlessly and wordlessly changed the gown into a pair of black jeans and black t-shirt. I then noticed a pair of slippers and changed them into shoes. I tied my hair back with a piece of string. Then, after peeking my head out the door, I walked until I was outside. What to do next? A newspaper caught my eye. I read the date and gasped. July 18th, 1941. I then remembered that I was here to change the future. For that I would need a new name. It was time to go to Gringotts.
I went to one of the goblins and began speaking in his native tongue. I had so much more knowledge now since the two Harrys merged. The goblin gave me a dagger and a piece of parchment. I quickly pricked my finger and let 3 drops of blood fall. It stated that I was Hadarian Thestus Peverell and eligible for emancipation and his Lordship. I signed the papers for both and put on the Peverell ring which was silver and had a circle inside a triangle with a line drawn right down the middle. My eyes widened. It was the Ressurection Stone! Tom must not have went to see Morfin yet, which ment Tom wasn't a killer yet. There was a chance to save him. I asked about the previous owner and was told that Morfin Gaunt died a few years ago. Ah, so while this was the past it wasn't quite the same. The goblin then went on to tell me that I was descended from Ignotus Peverell, which I knew already, and that he had been the oldest son, which was why I could claim Lordship, not to mention the fact that the goblin's didn't know about Tom being a descendant as well. The goblin offered the Slytherin Lordship as well, but I decided to pass on that one.
The first thing I did was to write to Headmaster Dippet. I explained that I had been homeschooled, but had just lost my guardians a few months ago and would like to continue my education. I wrote that I could pay for the tuition, now that I had inherited my parents fortune. I said that I had just finished 3rd year material before my guardians died from an attack on their home. I had been at a neighbor's house at the time and had no idea that it would save my life. I had studied COMC, Ancient Runes, and Arithmacy. I signed the letter and sent it off. I then went and got a complete wizard and muggle wardrobe along with a 7 compartment trunk.
After the long day, I rented a room at the Leaky, took a shower, and went asleep. The next morning there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find a younger Albus Dumbledore practically beaming at him.
" Hello Mr. Peverell. My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts. Headmaster Dippet sent me to bring you to the school, so he could meet you and so you could be sorted.", Dumbledore said cheerfully. I blinked at him sleepily. " Okay.", he said before on some black pants, black boots, and a green shirt. We apperated just outside the gates.
" So. Mr. Peverell. Tell me about yourself.", Albus said as we walked. " Well, my parents died when I was one so I got sent to live with my aunt from my mother's side. She was a squib and very jealous of her sister. Needless to say it was not a happy enviroment where I grew up. The only reason I started learning magic was thanks to a neighbor who happened to be a wizard. I didn't have any money at that time and couldn't afford to go to school. The wizard who was teaching me tried to get me to go to Gringotts, but I was afraid of what my relatives would do if they found out.", I said softly. " You did the best you could do at the time.", Albus said patting me on the shoulder. I smirked inwardly.
I met the Headmaster and was sorted into Slytherin like I knew I would be. I was then shown the castle before I was apperated back to the Leaky. The next day I was in the bookshop when I saw Tom Marvolo Riddle walk in. He was walking toward the used book section when an older boy walked by him, bumping into him on purpose. Riddle glared at him.
" Watch where you're walking Riddle.", the boy sneered. I snuck up behind the ponce. Riddle saw me and I put a finger to my lips. Riddle focused on the boy and gave him a sneer of his own. " I don't have to watch where I walk Barley.", Riddle commented. Barley sneered again before turning around and walking right into a muscled chest. I grabbed the boy by his shirt collar.
" Watch where you are going. I swear children these days have no respect anymore.", I said shaking him slightly then putting him down. " Get out of my sight before I charge you for assault of a Most Ancient and Noble House.", I snarled. Just for good measure I smiled, showing an extended bit of fang and making my eyes red for a moment. He scurried out of the shop. I waited until he was gone before returning to my normal size. I looked to Riddle and grinned.
" Did you see his face? Gods I hope he still isn't at Hogwarts. I'll be going there this year, but if that's what they produce perhaps I ought to look elsewhere.", I said. Riddle just eyed me shrewdly. " Indeed. My name is Tom Riddle. And you are?", he asked. " Sorry. Lord Hadarian Peverell at your service. Though I've only been Lord for 2 days.", I said. " Really? How did you manage that?", he asked. I gave him my background story. " Hey. You should go to Gringotts and do an inheritence test. Maybe you're a secret Lord too.", I said excitedly. He looked doubtful. " I don't know. I don't have the money to pay for it.", he whispered. I grinned. " Well if you are a Lord, they'll just take it out of your vault and if not I'll pay for it. You're the first wizard close to my age I've met and I rather like you.", I said. He eyed me warily, but seeing my face nodded in acceptance.
I took him by the hand and dragged him to Gringotts. I took him to the goblin who I went to who's name was Sharpfang. Riddle went through the same ritual I did. After a moment words appeared on the paper claiming that Riddle could claim Lordship of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Gaunt and Ancient Line of Slytherin. The goblin then told him that he was descended from Cadmus Peverell the second oldest son of the trio of brothers that carried Slytherin's blood.
" We're long lost cousins!", I said pulling him into a hug. " You're family. Actual real live family.", I said more softly this time. Riddle's eyes widened.