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!

The next two weeks passed in a blur for Harry with classes, homework, Potions tutoring, Quidditch practice, private lessons in Transfiguration with his great grandmother as well as Wandless Magic with his great grandfather. However, even if Harry was very busy, he enjoyed his time in the past very much and felt extremely happy. Lily and Severus were really good friends, and Harry also got along well with the Marauders. It was much fun spending the night of the full moon as Icicle outside in the Forbidden Forest together with his friends. 'It's cool to have such thick feathers,' Harry thought when they spent an icy cold November night in the forest. Sirius even allowed him to ride on his back once, and Harry enjoyed himself a lot.

However, two nights later, he just could not find sleep. So far, he had tried hard not to change the future, but somehow he always spent his time being together with Lily and Severus, who had become his best friends. Occasionally, he was together with only one of them, and sometimes he spent time together with the Marauders. However, Lily never did anything together with the Marauders.

'How is she going to get together with James? She's supposed to marry him in order for me to be born in the future,' he wondered in concern. 'Did I already manage to change the future just by being here, so that I'm not going to exist at all in the future?'

Harry could not help worrying and finally ended up having a panic attack, which became so bad that he could barely breathe. 'What am I going to do?' he thought frantically. 'I could speak with my great grandparents or even with Severus, but what can they do? No one will be able to force Lily and James together.'

Seeing that it was two o'clock in the morning, Harry decided to speak with Fawkes. He would still be awake, and perhaps he could understand his problem and would be able to think of a solution for his dilemma.

He quickly transformed into Icicle and flashed over to the headmaster's office, landing just next to Fawkes on his perch. Noticing that the lights in the office were still on, he let his eyes wander around and nearly fell off the perch in shock upon realising that his great grandparents were still in the office, having tea together.

#Hello Icicle# Fawkes trilled happily.

#Hello Fireflight, hello headmaster; I'm sorry to intrude at this time of the night,# Harry/Icicle replied in surprise.

"Harry; that's no problem at all; did you come to talk to Fawkes or to me?" Dumbledore asked in a stern voice but with this usual twinkle in the eyes, nodding his appreciation to Fawkes who immediately translated Harry's trills.

#In fact I came to talk to Fawkes, but I would also appreciate talking to you,# the ice phoenix trilled back hesitantly. #While I was in bed, I had a panic attack worrying about unintentionally having changed the future.#

"In that case change back, my child, and Minerva and I will see if we can help you," the Headmaster advised him in a gente voice.

Harry flew down to the floor and quickly transformed back into his human form, taking a seat next to his head of house.

"Good evening Great grandmother. I'm really sorry for disturbing you in the middle of the night."

"What's wrong dear?" McGonagall asked in concern, giving him a sharp look.

"I'm always together with Lily and Severus, and I have the impression that they've already come very close to one another. I think Lily fancies Severus and they're really good for each other, but if Lily doesn't get together with James, I won't be born at all," Harry hesitantly explained. He once again began to panic, noticing that it was becoming difficult to breathe again.

"Here Harry, drink this," Dumbledore instructed the boy, handing him a phial containing a light pink potion. "It's a calming draught."

Harry obeyed without questioning the old wizard and noticed in relief that he was able to breathe easily again. His great grandfather calmingly put a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry, I can understand your concern only too well, and frankly speaking Minerva and I already worried about the same matter. Therefore, we contacted a Seer, whom I know very well, a certain Mrs. Trelawney. I don't know if you knew her in the future, but she is said to be very competent. Anyway, we spoke to her about you."

Harry groaned in annoyance, causing his great grandparents to throw him surprised looks. "I'm sorry, but her daughter, granddaughter or whoever is teaching Divination at Hogwarts at my time is an absolute fraud and can't really see a lot. She predicted my death in every class, and you," he looked at McGonagall, "even warned me about her before my first class with her and said that she'd always predict the death of a student."

"Anyway Harry, the Trelawney of this time is very famous and is said to be really good," Dumbledore continued to speak. "I asked her about the future. She told me that you'd change the future very much, but you'd survive and at first have some difficulties adapting to the new time line you were going to create in the future. However, she predicted that we'd be able to help you and that you'd be very happy in the end."

McGonagall smiled fondly at Harry. "You see, Harry, you have nothing to worry about. I really don't believe in predictions…"

Harry chuckled, thinking about how his head of house had behaved in the future when it came to Divination.

"…but Trelawney's predictions are said to be true," she continued, calmingly putting an arm around Harry's shoulders.

"All right, Great grandmother, Great grandfather, thank you very much for listening and for the information," Harry said gratefully and once again apologized for visiting in the middle of the night, feeling very relieved because of his great grandparents' reassurance. "Good night."

"You're always welcome to speak with us, Harry, and do not dare missing breakfast tomorrow; otherwise you'll be grounded for the Quidditch match," McGonagall said in a gentle but stern voice, causing Harry to smirk.

"Don't tell me you want Gryffindor to lose against Slytherin, because I wouldn't believe you, and as you know, my punishment for missing breakfast was already defined in advance some weeks ago," Harry replied, laughing, noticing that his great grandfather's eyes were twinkling merrily. He changed back into Icicle and apologized to Fawkes for not talking to him, before he flashed away in a splash of ice.

"Very impressive," McGonagall commended in absolute amazement at her great grandchild's beautiful Animagus form.

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The next day went by in a blur, and soon it was time for the huge event of the weekend, the Quidditch match Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Harry was extremely excited, and he was looking forward to the game very much, although he did not like the fact that he had to play against Severus. 'At least he isn't playing Seeker,' Harry thought, as he flew out to the Quidditch pitch together with the Gryffindor team. Fortunately, it was a bright and sunny day, and considering that it was the last Saturday in November, it was still quite warm – ideal conditions for a Quidditch match.

Harry used his Wronski bluff a few times, so that the Slytherin Seeker, who had obviously decided to follow him most of the time, nearly crashed into the ground. The Slytherin Beaters were playing very harshly, and Harry often had to escape because they were aiming at him with their Bludgers. Twenty minutes into the game, he spotted the Snitch for the first time but had to evade a Bludger again, and after that, the small ball had vanished from sight. Only after nearly two hours of flying, he saw it again near the goal on the Slytherin side. He dove to just a few meters over the ground, always with the Slytherin Seeker shortly behind him, then shot upwards, and aimed for the small golden ball.

The moment Harry caught the Snitch, a Blugder hit him straight in the head, so that he lost his balance and fell off his broom, one hand safely gripping the Snitch. Harry slowly tumbled towards the ground, and the whole school watched his fall in horror. James and Severus were the first to reach Harry, and although they were too late to stop him falling, they were able to partly break his fall, ensuring that he did not hit the ground full force.

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The next thing Harry knew was that he had a splitting headache. He slowly opened his eyes, dizzily glancing around. 'Oh no! I'm in the hospital wing again,' he groaned, fiercely rubbing his forehead in a weak attempt to get rid of the pain.

"Oh look, he's waking up," Sirius' excited voice penetrated his ears.

"Oi, Harry, good you're still alive," James said solemnly.

The whole Gryffindor team seemed to be there. Harry turned to James and handed him the Snitch, which was still gripped firmly in his hand. James looked at the golden ball with an expression of disbelief and delight, amazedly reaching out to take it from Harry.

"He caught the Snitch! Why did no one see that? They're continuing the match outside with our reserve team, but they don't even have a Snitch anymore, and we already won the match. That's hilarious. I'll go and give to Madam Hooch immediately!" He showed the Snitch to the others and hurried out of the hospital wing.

Harry's eyes met Lily's. "Are you in a lot of pain?" she asked softly and conjured a cool cloth, which she gently placed on his forehead, causing Harry to give her a grateful smile.

"My head hurts terribly," he mumbled, closing his eyes again.

"No, Harry, stay awake, until Madam Pomfrey can check on you. Don't go to sleep," he could hear Severus' voice, but he felt so tired and achy that he couldn't care less.

Finally, Madam Pomfrey came and shooed everyone except for Lily and Severus out of the hospital wing, before she waved her wand over Harry. "Mr. Pane, you have a concussion and a few broken ribs this time," she finally explained. "Your ribs should be all right by tomorrow, but because of your concussion you'll have to stay here for a few days, and I don't want to hear any complaints about it. It's not my fault and I certainly didn't want to see you here in the first place." She gave Harry a few potions, which made him fall asleep in the blink of an eye.

Lily and Severus spent the whole weekend keeping Harry company, and his great grandparents came to visit him every night after curfew, knowing that no one else would be around at that time.

One evening when Harry was asleep, Madam Pomfrey used the opportunity to speak with the headmaster and his wife. "Minerva, Albus, I noticed something about Harry," she began hesitantly. "His body shows many traces of old bruises and welts, and he even has a few scars on his back. I'm afraid that he must have been abused before in the future, and his relatives obviously malnourished him." She sighed in exasperation, before she continued, seeing that Minerva and Albus were listening intensely. "I also found out that his immune system shows a certain amount of damage, probably resulting from neglect in the treatment of illnesses in the future. Frankly speaking, I have the impression that his relatives never took him to a healer or even a muggle doctor. The problem with his immune system is also the reason for him spending so much time here, because his body is subjected to more injuries than normal and not able to heal as fast as it should be."

Both teachers' faces had taken on appalled looks. Dumbledore was the first to find words. "What can I have thought to place him with the Dursleys? Why didn't we raise him ourselves?" he mused aloud.

"That's a question, which only Harry can answer, provided that he knows the answer to it. We have to speak with him about this, but we should wait until he's out of the hospital wing. Relax Albus, Harry is not in immediate danger," his wife said in a soft voice, calmingly laying a hand on his arm.

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Two days later, on the first of December, Harry woke up to Severus sitting on the edge of his bed studying a parchment. Harry reached for his glasses and put them on, noticing in horror that Severus was in fact reading a letter and was silently crying.

"Severus, what's wrong?" Harry asked in concern, causing Severus to cry even more. 'What might be wrong? I've never seen Severus cry, let alone Professor Snape,' he mused worriedly, giving his friend a piercing look.

"If I tell you, you won't like my anymore. You won't want to be my friend anymore," Severus sobbed.

Harry let out a long sigh. "Severus, don't forget that I know a lot about you. There's nothing that you have to hide from me," he said reassuringly. "Do you want me to guess?"

tbc...

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