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!
When Harry and his great grandfather arrived at Dumbledore's office, Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey and Severus were already waiting for them, having breakfast in the guest bedroom.
"Good morning. I'm sorry for waking you up so early, but Harry and I met in the kitchen for an early breakfast and Harry preferred to commence right away," Dumbledore apologized to the others.
"That's not a problem. Harry, are you well and ready?" McGonagall enquired, eyeing the boy in apparent concern.
"Yes of course," Harry replied firmly, groaning inwardly at his great grandmother's over protectiveness.
"Harry, what do you want us to do? Is there anything we can do for you?" Severus queried, quirking an eyebrow.
Harry let out a long sigh. "There's not much you can do," he said quietly. "I'm going to lie down, occlude my mind and try to establish a connection to him. I know that it works, because I already tried on Friday evening…" Ignoring the simultaneous gasps coming from McGonagall and Pomfrey, he continued, "… and managed to get into his mind. At that point, I stopped, because I was alone at the time and thought that it was too dangerous. Considering that I managed to beat him the last time and that he doesn't even know about my scar and our connection at this time, I can't imagine that he'll be able to defend himself. If I really had problems, you'd probably notice and could try to help me. For example, Professor Dumbledore could use Legilimency on me to join our conversation, or you could try to wake me up. Please only interfere if you can sense that I'm in danger though."
"And how do we know if he'll be gone?" McGonagall asked, frowning.
Harry inwardly groaned, before he explained, "When he dies, his Death Eaters are going to die as well. The last time, I could save Severus from death by including him in the people I love, but this time, he fortunately hasn't taken the Dark Mark yet. The students, who already bear the mark, however, are going to die with him. I'm sorry for them, but…"
"I thought you hated my future self?" Severus asked in disbelief. "Why did you save me?"
"You hated me, Severus. I don't hate anyone, not even your future self," Harry replied in a soft voice. "And you had never physically harmed me; on the contrary, you saved my life at more than one occasion, plus you were on the light side at that time, so why should I let you die?"
"All right Harry," Dumbledore spoke up, "before you begin, I'd like to give you something." He handed him a necklace with a phoenix pendant, which held the Dumbledore family's crest. "This is a protection necklace like those which all magical families give to their children. When you're in real danger, Minerva and I will know immediately." Realising that Severus glanced from him to his wife in apparent surprise, he continued, "Severus, I'd like you to promise that you won't tell anybody of what I'm going to tell you now."
Severus looked at him, confirming, "I promise, Professor."
"Fine, thank you Severus. Barely anyone knows that Minerva and I are married, and no one except for the five of us now know that Harry is our great grandson," Dumbledore explained, pleasantly. "Very well, Harry, shall we begin?"
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Harry gave his great grandfather a wary nod and proceeded to lie down on the comfortable bed, where he had already spent the last day. He felt that it was difficult to remain calm. 'Even if I managed to get rid of him this way before, it's fairly dangerous to attack him straight through his mind,' he thought, anxiously. 'My only advantage is that Voldemort doesn't know about me let alone our connection.'
"Sorry, could you please put yourselves under a silencing spell, because I really have to concentrate hard," he asked the others, before he occluded his mind and tried to build up a connection to Voldemort.
'Yes! That's right; I'm in Voldemort's mind. Okay, Harry stay calm, you know what you have to do, and you already did it before. You can do it,' he tried to convince himself, before he began to address Tom.
The others could hear him say, "Hello Tom, can you hear me?"
'Yes. Who are you, and where are you?' the older wizard thought back to him.
"Nice to meet you, Tom; there's no need for you to know my name. You can call me Icicle, and I'm just here," Harry replied in a firm voice.
'Where is here?' Voldemort wanted to know, sounding confused.
Of course, the others were not able to hear Voldemort's answers, however, the whole conversation became evident by Harry's words, so that they tried to relax and listen for the time being. So far, apart from Harry's livid red scar, everything seemed to be fine.
"Never mind, Tom," Harry thought to the man.
'I am Lord Voldemort,' the evil wizard insisted, causing Harry to chuckle.
"Yes, yes, I know. Tom Marvolo Riddle, a nice name for a half blood wizard," he countered.
Voldemort was really getting angry now. 'Don't call me that, and how do you know such things anyway? Who are you?'
"That's for me to know and for you to never find out," Harry informed him. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I have something, which you know nothing about: LOVE. I love my parents who died for me, I love my great grandparents who are still alive, and I love my friends, Severus, Lily, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Sirius, James and Remus. I love all the students here at Hogwarts now and in the future; I love all the teachers, Madam Pomfrey, and even the teachers who hate me. I also love you Tom and your Death Eaters, when you die and leave the world in peace. I love the whole world. Good bye Tom."
For a few minutes, which felt endless to Harry, the others watched as he seemed to struggle with an expression of utmost pain and exertion on his face. Pearls of sweat built on his forehead threatening to drip down from his temples. Finally, Harry relaxed and drifted off into a deep sleep.
Madam Pomfrey rushed over to his side, waving her wand over him several times, before she finally pocketed it and stated calmly, "He'll be all right. He completely depleted his magic, but apart from that, he seems to be fine."
Dumbledore nodded, pensively. "Yes, I feared that would happen," he spoke up. "He told us that he had to remain in the hospital wing for nearly a week the last time, but of course he can stay here, at least until he wakes up. Now, what are we going to do? We should check on the Death Eater students within the castle without letting anyone know. Severus, could you go back to Slytherin and look for Malfoy, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle without attracting attention? These four are definitely Death Eaters, since Harry recently watched their initialization. About other students I can only guess."
"Albus, breakfast is going to commence in five minutes. We can just go down to the Great Hall and examine the situation. Pettigrew should be affected as well in case something really happened to the Death Eaters," McGonagall contradicted, sighing.
"Minerva, you're right as usual," Dumbledore said pensively. "Poppy, maybe you should return to the hospital wing in case some of the Death Eater students are brought there. Severus, would you mind staying here with Harry for a while? I'll ask Twinkle to bring some more tea for you."
"Of course, Professor, thank you. Could you please inform me as soon as you know more?" Severus asked in concern, before he made himself comfortable on the edge of Harry's bed.
"Of course my dear boy," the headmaster promised, calmingly.
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When the two professors reached the Great Hall, it was in an uproar. The Slytherin table was nearly completely empty, and only Professor Sprout and Madam Hooch were sitting at the Head table. McGonagall cast an assessing look at the Gryffindor table, noticing that the Marauders were missing. She let out a deep sigh, expressing relief and regret at the same time.
"Albus, it seems to have really happened. I'll go to the tower to look for the Marauders," she whispered to her husband.
"All right Minerva," he replied in a soft voice. "Take him to the hospital wing and send the other students here. Later on, we'll have to notify the parents."
"Of course, Albus. I'll help you," McGonagall promised and transformed into her feline form, dashing away in the direction of the Gryffindor tower. She headed straight to the sixth-year boys' dormitory, where she saw three students towering over another boy, who was lying on the ground.
"What happened exactly?" she asked in her normal strict voice.
"Professor," James exclaimed, obviously relieved to see the teacher. "We really don't know. He suddenly gripped his arm and seemed to be in a horrendous pain, before he collapsed like this. Is he dead?"
McGonagall sighed. "I'm afraid yes," she informed the students, before she took Peter's left arm and rolled up his sleeves.
"Professor, what are you doing?" Sirius asked and gasped when they could see the fading Dark Mark on Peter's arm.
"Professor, what happened?" Remus asked softly, turning his eyes from his former friend to the teacher.
"Voldemort and all this Death Eaters seem to be gone, thanks to Harry. Please attend breakfast in the Great Hall; I'm sure the headmaster is going to tell you more. I will take Pettigrew to the hospital wing."
When she came back to the Great Hall, Dumbledore whispered, "Minerva, could you go and stay with Harry? Please send Severus down; I want him to be present when I address the students."
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As soon as Severus reached the Great Hall, Dumbledore stood and let his eyes wander around the Great Hall, seeing that all students apart from the dead Death Eaters had arrived in the meantime. He slowly began to speak.
"Like most of you probably know, during the last few years, we found ourselves in a horrible time of war; the war against Tom Riddle AKA Lord Voldemort or the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. Even some of our students were Death Eaters. Over the last few years, Voldemort and his followers killed many innocent people and were threatening to throw the wizarding world into a long-term war of horror and death."
The Great Hall remained absolutely quiet, and the headmaster continued in a lighter tone, "Today, one of our students, Harry Pane, managed to vanquish Voldemort for good. Although nobody found his body yet, we believe that he is dead. His Death Eaters are gone as well."
Ignoring the questioning voices arising at this statement, he continued, "Unfortunately, for a few of you this means that one or even both of your parents and maybe also one of your friends here at Hogwarts are affected from this. As far as I heard, there are eight Hogwarts students who died this morning. Although this is indeed very sad, I wish you to remember that it was their own choice to fight on an extremely evil wizard's side. Please let us pray for a future in peace. I hope to be able to give you more detailed news at lunchtime. Thanks for your attention." With that he stood and left for his office to contact the Aurors.
Reaching the door, he turned around and added, "If you find yourself in trouble, for example, because your parents were affected by this, please don't hesitate to come to me and accept my help."
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When Harry woke up, he noticed that he still was in Dumbledore's guest room, and his great grandmother was sitting in a chair next to his bed reading a very old looking book. She looked startled, when Harry suddenly asked, "Is he gone?"
McGonagall had not even noticed that Harry had woken up. "Yes my dear. You did it," she informed him, giving him a fond smile. "How do you feel, Harry?"
"I'm fine, but I'm very tired," Harry replied, yawning. "How is Severus?"
"He's fine," the professor reassured him. "He's extremely relieved that you could save him from taking the Dark Mark, but he had to go home for his uncle's funeral. Most of the students who had to return home, because their parents or relatives died, will stay home until after Christmas, but Severus told us he didn't want to leave you alone and would be back as soon as the funeral was over. I'm going to get Poppy to check on you."
"No", Harry groaned, "not the dragon. Just let me go back to sleep."
McGonagall sighed and soothingly laid her hand on Harry's arm. "Harry, she only wants to help you, just like everyone else. You've been asleep for more than two days, and I want her to examine you while you're awake. I can assure you that she won't take you with her. You're allowed to stay here in the headmaster's guest room until you're fully recovered. By the way, Harry, today is Wednesday, and on Friday, the evening before the students leave for their winter holidays, we're going to have a Voldemort demise party with participants from several European countries, the Ministry and many people."
Harry groaned. "I already had to go through that three months ago, when I vanquished him for the first time. Surely, they'll have a press conference as well." He rolled his eyes in absolute annoyance. "Great grandmother, so far I've been very happy here because of not being famous in this time, and I don't want to lose that. Do you think I'd be allowed to sleep through the whole event?"
His great grandmother frowned. "I can't imagine what that would change. Albus had to tell them your name anyway. So they are surely going to ask you questions and keep thanking you. Minister McNeill already flooed us three times in order to talk to you, but so far, Albus, Poppy, and I were able to keep him from you. However, I'm afraid you'll have to talk to him soon," she added, crisply.
Harry sighed in annoyance. "Very well then, I'll once again do what everyone expects me to do," he promised, "but I really hope that it'll be the last time."
McGonagall hurried to the fireplace in the headmaster's office, and a minute later, Pomfrey and Dumbledore entered Harry's room.
"Congratulations Harry," Dumbledore greeted him happily, offering him a lemon drop, which Harry declined politely.
"Well done Harry," Pomfrey said, waving her wand over Harry. Muttering to herself, she gave Harry a potion that caused him to drift off to sleep within seconds.
The next time he opened his eyes, Severus, Remus, and Lily were sitting around his bed, smiling at him.
"Hi Harry, time to finally wake up, sleepy head," Severus said. "You're just on time for the party which is going to begin in an hour."
"Severus! How are you? Is everything okay?" Harry queried, giving his best friend a sharp look. 'He looks very happy in spite of the fact that he lost his uncle,' he thought.
"Yes, Harry, I really have to thank you. I feel as if I was finally alive again," Severus replied, a small smile playing on his lips.
"I think we all have to thank you, my dear," Lily spoke up, smiling at Harry as well.
"Harry, I brought your robes and everything. Maybe you should get up, take a shower, and get dressed in order to attend the party. I'm sure we'll have much fun tonight," Remus suggested in a soft voice.
Harry glared at his friend in disbelief. "Fun? Are you sure?" he asked, sarcastically. 'The last time I had to endure the demise party in the future was horrible,' he remembered, and only the thought of another, similar party made his stomach churn.
tbc...
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