The Changed Timeline
by Teddylonglong
All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.
COMPLETELY AU! Partly OOC! Time travel!
Most of the Gryffindors were studying or talking in the common room, when Professor McGonagall suddenly climbed through the portrait hole. Instantly, the room turned quiet, and everyone turned their eyes towards their head of house. She sternly let her eyes wander around the room, before she said crisply, "Everything is all right, students; go on with what you were doing. Mr. Lupin, could you please get Mr. Pane for me. He should be in your dormitory."
A few minutes later, Remus returned without Harry. "I'm sorry Professor, but he is fast asleep and I can't wake him up. Do you need to speak with him urgently?"
The Scottish lioness let out a long sigh. "It's all right, Mr. Lupin. Thank you. I'll try to wake him up myself," the teacher replied, heading towards the sixth-year boys' dormitory.
"Mr. Pane," she called Harry several times, frowning when the boy showed no reaction at all. "Mr. Potter," she finally tried, causing Harry to blink.
"Hmm? Go' way, m'tired," he mumbled sleepily, apparently unaware of whom he was talking to.
"Mr. Pane," McGonagall said, slowly getting angry. "You won't be any more tired upon realising just how much trouble you are in."
Harry lazily opened his eyes and blinked at the teacher, who was glaring daggers at him. "I'm sorry, Professor; what's wrong? Am I not allowed to sleep?"
"No, Mr. Pane. You will get up and accompany me to the hospital wing, where you will apologize to Madam Pomfrey for running away and for skipping two meals," McGonagall replied in a strict voice. "She told me that she gave you very clear instructions not to miss any meals. Afterwards, you will let her check on you and properly release you. Finally, we have to meet the headmaster. He went to see you in the afternoon, because he wanted to talk to you, but since he couldn't find you where you were supposed to be, I'm afraid you'll have to answer his questions now, even if you're tired. Come along, Mr. Pane."
Harry groaned inwardly; however, realising that the professor was already very upset, he did not dare contradicting. Madam Pomfrey was even angrier. She made him drink a nutrient potion and told him strictly, "You are not to skip meals. From now on, Professor McGonagall and I are going to watch you at every mealtime. If you miss a meal or do not eat properly, I'll be expecting you here half an hour before curfew. Since you missed two meals today, you are to come here tomorrow evening for the second nutrient potion. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Ma'am," Harry replied obediently. 'Do they always have to make such a fuss?' he thought, rolling his eyes in absolute annoyance.
"Moreover, I will not have you releasing yourself from my wing," the healer continued, sternly. "It's up to me to decide if you are well enough or not, and you were clearly not well enough when you decided to leave. You're still much more tired than you should be at seven o'clock in the evening. Therefore, you have to take it easy for a few days. I want you to refrain from playing Quidditch for a week. Instead, you will lie on your bed and rest during Quidditch practice."
Now fully awake, Harry glared at the healer. "That's not reasonable; that's just punishment, isn't it?" he complained in an upset voice.
Pomfrey was still angry. "No, Mr. Pane, it is not, and if I hear that you do not comply, I am going to keep you here, until I am convinced that you're mature enough to properly look after yourself."
McGonagall frowned at Harry. "Watch your tongue, Mr. Pane. You can deem yourself very lucky; if I had to decide on your punishment for your misbehaviour, I'd have banned you from the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend as well. And now apologize to Madam Pomfrey. The headmaster is waiting for us," she said sharply.
"I'm sorry, Madam Pomfrey," Harry said obediently, sighing inwardly. 'McGonagall is even stricter than in my own time, but why is she so overprotective?' he wondered, feeling thoroughly annoyed by the two witches' behaviour.
The matron cast him a glare. "Try to behave better in the future, Mr. Pane."
Intensely watching a spot behind the window on the opposite side of the room, Harry decided to not reply.
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Harry and his head of house quietly walked towards the headmaster's office, before Harry sighed and asked in annoyance, "I guess I have to apologize to Professor Dumbledore as well?"
McGonagall glared at him. "That would be appropriate. He went to see you, but you weren't there, and nobody knew where to find you. Don't you think he was worried about you? Fortunately, he knew that Severus would probably be with you, but still he was very concerned, especially after what happened yesterday evening and this morning," she explained in a slightly softer voice.
'Oops, they are really more bothersome than in the future,' Harry thought, torn between annoyance and amazement, because it sounded as if they really cared about him and not only about his scar. To his surprise, the gargoyle opened on 'Phoenix feathers'. 'Wow; that's something else for a change,' Harry thought, chuckling.
"I'm sorry, headmaster, for not being where I was supposed to be when you were looking for me. Did you have any more questions about the Order?" he said as soon as he entered the round headmaster's office.
"No, my dear boy, please sit down," the Headmaster replied gently, offering his visitors a lemon drop.
"No thank you," Harry and McGonagall declined politely.
"I was only looking for you to ask you to come here after you were released. Fawkes told me that he knows quite a few things about the Order of the Phoenix, and I thought we might hear together what he has to say."
"Albus, do you mind us having a cup of tea while we talk to Fawkes?" McGonagall enquired.
"Of course not Minerva; that's actually a good idea," Dumbledore replied and called his house-elf, "Twinkle! Tea and a few biscuits please. Thank you, Twinkle."
A minute later, tea and biscuits arrived on a big silver plate in front of them, and McGonagall poured the tea into three cups. "Very well then, let's commence," Dumbledore said, sounding very eager. "As you know, Harry, only I can understand Fawkes, so I will repeat everything he says for you and Professor McGonagall."
"All right Professor." Harry turned his eyes to the bird, curious to hear what Fawkes might have to say.
"Fawkes, can you tell me anything about the Order of the Phoenix?" the headmaster queried gently.
#Of course Albi. I can fill many parchments. If you put them one over another, they'll be as high as your beard is long,# Fawkes trilled, fluffing his feathers.
Albus interpreted for Professor McGonagall and Harry, "Of course, I can write many parchments, even books about it."
Harry stared at Fawkes. 'I'm not supposed to understand him, but I can. Am I dreaming?'
"Harry? Is everything all right?" McGonagall asked in concern, pulling him back to reality.
"Yes of course," Harry replied, absentmindedly.
"All right Fawkes; please tell us about the Order as detailed and understandable as possible," Dumbledore asked his familiar, who was busily picking at the phoenix treats that Twinkle had brought for him a few minutes ago.
#I could. But I'm not sure if I'd really should,# Fawkes trilled back.
"I would love to," the Headmaster translated, looking sternly at the bird.
Harry was still staring at Fawkes. 'He seems funny but not very obedient,' he thought in amusement.
#The Order of the Phoenix was founded by your and Harry's great, great, many times removed grandfather, you know, the big purple grumpy bearded one.#
"The Order of the Phoenix was founded by the great Merlin."
#The last time, the Order has got together as many times as your dear Minnie is old#.
"The last time, the Order has got together fifty-six times."
Harry had to try hard not to laugh at Fawkes' antics. He efficiently managed to hide a chuckle behind a yawn.
#Every time a bad one comes and needs his wings clipped, the Order is re-founded.#
"Every time an evil person comes and starts a war, the Order is re-founded."
Dumbledore remained pensive for a moment, before he asked, "But Fawkes, what about the time when we fought Grindelwald? There was no Order."
Fawkes chuckled. #Of course there was. But every time the bad egg is removed, everyone's head is filled with feathers, so that they forget about the Order, a method to save it from all the other meddling old coots.#
"Oh yes, there was. But every time the threat is gone, everyone is obliviated concerning the Order, a method to save it from any negative influences. That must be the reason why I don't remember anything about it. So how do we proceed in order to re-found the Order of the Phoenix this time?" the headmaster enquired, looking at his familiar.
#You choose your chicks, choose your nest, fix a time, and I will play the nice birdie and do the work for you,# Fawkes informed him.
"You choose the members, choose the meeting place, fix a time, and I will be there and do what is necessary. Fawkes, are they any limits in the number of members?"
#Only as many as there are rats in this castle, please.#
"No."
Harry once again had to hide a laugh behind a huge yawn, before he looked apologetically at the headmaster.
"All right, thank you Fawkes," Dumbledore said gently. "It seems that Mr. Pane is too tired to continue our conversation tonight; it's nearly curfew anyway. I believe we should meet here again tomorrow evening. In the meantime, I'll try to speak to several of the people, whom Mr. Pane mentioned to me this morning, and maybe we should try to hold our first Order meeting on Sunday evening after dinner. Will tomorrow evening be all right with you, Minerva, Harry?"
Harry smirked. "Of course, Professor."
"Yes Albus. At what time do you want us to come?"
"Directly after dinner," the Headmaster replied, casting his deputy a surprised look.
"No Albus. Mr. Pane, until what time does your Quidditch training normally last?" McGonagall asked sternly.
Harry glared at McGonagall. "Until about nine," he replied, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"I'm sorry Albus, but we can't meet until after nine o'clock. Harry has been suspended from Quidditch for a week and has been instructed by Poppy to spend the practice time in bed."
Dumbledore chuckled, causing the Scottish lioness to glare at him. "That's nothing to laugh about, Albus. It's not funny," she scolded him in a stern voice.
"No, it's not funny. It's ridiculous and a total waste of time," Harry spoke up in annoyance.
"Very well then, we'll meet here at nine o'clock tomorrow evening. Good night, Minerva, Harry," Dumbledore replied, completely ignoring Harry's outburst.
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The next day began bright and sunny. Harry was just eating breakfast together with the Marauders, when Lily came and took a seat next to him.
"Good morning, Harry. You went to bed very early yesterday. We missed you at our Potions tutoring," she said softly.
Harry let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry, Lily. I should have attended Potions tutoring. McGonagall pulled me out of bed and into some sort of detention with Pomfrey and then to a meeting with her and Dumbledore because I escaped from the hospital wing yesterday," he admitted in a small voice.
"What?" Sirius laughed from across the table.
"Oh, right, I nearly forgot. James?" Harry asked hesitantly. Seeing that the other boy looked at him in expectation, Harry continued, "I'm sorry, but Pomfrey suspended me from Quidditch for the whole week."
James looked at him, clearly shocked. "All right, it doesn't really matter; you're very good anyway, and you don't need the practice as much as others, but why in the world would she do that?"
Harry averted his eyes to the floor as he mumbled, "Punishment for running away from the hospital wing."
Sirius and James roared with laughter, while Remus contradicted sternly, "No Harry, I don't think that it's only punishment. They are really worried about you. McGonagall summoned me before breakfast and asked me to keep a close eye on you and to stay in the dormitory with you during Quidditch practice."
Harry jumped up from his seat, glaring at his friend. "Thank you very much, Remus, but I'm not an infant, and I don't need a babysitter." He turned around to leave the Great Hall in a huff but felt himself being pushed back to his seat by Lily and Remus.
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"So, are you ready for Transfiguration? I heard we'll be transfiguring rabbits again. Why does she like them so much? Why not cats?" Lily efficiently tried to change the topic.
Harry looked at her in horror. "Transfiguring rabbits again? I thought we were done with that."
"No; Severus told me the Slytherins had to transfigure rabbits again, and then change the pink rabbits into green ones. Are you all right, Harry?" she asked in concern, noticing that Harry's face had turned completely white. "Do you have problems with rabbits?"
Harry groaned. "Yes, I don't know why, but I think I'm allergic to rabbits."
"Are you sure?" James asked suspiciously.
'No, but after the stunt I did yesterday I don't want to attract any attention today,' Harry thought in annoyance, before he said aloud, "Anyway, let's go."
Twenty minutes later, Harry was sitting in the transfiguration classroom between Remus and Lily, looking at a brown button with his wand still in his pocket. He tried to imagine, 'just one cute pink rabbit...'
tbc...
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