A/N: The last Rambling I will post from the vote I had in March and April 2021. The last one in the vote is under development and will be posted. Enjoy.

A/N: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rawlings

Harry Potter

Born July 31, 1926. (Change Tom Riddle's birthday from December 31 to August 30 so they are in the same year)

Dropped off at Wool's orphange Christmas Day 1927 (parents killed, brought by hospital, parents muggles or squibs)

Hogwarts 1937 - 1943 (receive NEWTS a year early)

-Dumbledore trained Harry because of his skill in DADA. Is recruited by Slughorn.
-Harry recruited and off to Auror Academy July 1, 1943. Graduate early with need for the Wizarding World War, August 1944. Already been in field six months. Is sent to ICW for an international force. Harry and team offered a new brew. Enhances magic, but can cause burn out within first few weeks. If recruit survives, gets increase speed, endurance and magic power/reserve.
-Trained at height of WWII and the Wizard World War. Lots of physical training. tactics. duisguise. nasty spells that easily hidden in the bombs and explosions of a muggle war. (would be flashy now and noticable)
-Harry and his sqaud

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Story Premise: Harry is a Captain America type character from 1940's. Helped Dumbledore defeat Grindelwald, then was betrayed by Dumbledore. Dumbledore 'banishes' Harry to a different plane (invisibility cloak is like the veil). uniting the three Hallows brings Harry back. He is an 'enhanced' magical with the power to destroy Voldemort

Neville is the BWL, on the run with Ron and Hermione. They united the Hallows after chasing Dumbledore's clues and free Harry

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Chapter 1

April 23, 1998

Somewhere in Kent, England

Hermione was very unsure of this.

Fawkes had suddenly shown up a few nights ago when Neville suddenly figured out how to open the snitch. She still didn't understand why he was given the snitch. Neville was a Beater and had only grabbed the snitch once by accident his first game second year. He thought he was swatting at an annoying fly by his ear and caught the snitch instead. the game was delayed to get a new one. The boys still chuckled about it from time to time.

Tonight wasn't the time though. Tonight was something serious and Hermione was feeling the familiar flutter in her stomach every time they did something stupid and ill conceived. This is the only thing that made sense though with all the clues left by Dumbledore. Except for their insane plan to break into Gringotts soon, she had no clue what else they could do.

Neville stood over the cloak with the ring that had come out of the snitch on the wand Fawkes had dropped off to them. Neville didn't look like he enjoyed holding them. Neville's invisibility cloak was in the center of a circle that Hermione had spent the last two hours building. It was a complicated rune circle that she had been practicing for three days now.

"Hermione, is it ready? I really don't like the feel of this ring or wand," Neville told her.

Ron was crouching on a rock over looking the stone circle they had been led to by Dumbledore's instructions. He was keeping and eye out for Snatchers or worse. Her arm still tingled from that bitch Bellatrix Lestrange. What ever knife she had used had not allowed the letters on her arm to fully heal. The scabs were still breaking open when she moved her arm too much and the scars would be there for the rest of her life. She wanted the woman dead.

"I can't mess this up, Neville. I am just double checking. Some of these runes and sequences don't look pleasant if you get them wrong," she replied to her mate.

"I see lights," Ron hissed in a low voice.

She stopped and Neville moved, his holly and phoenix feather wand coming to his hand. The wards should hold as long as they don't say the Wanker's name.

She saw the lights down the hill. They looked like muggle torches. It probably wasn't Snatchers then. It could just be a muggle walking their dog or something, but it was close to one in the morning and there was only hiking trails through these hills. It was probably a group of wizards trying to not get caught. They watched the lights for a few minutes. "We can't wait any longer," Neville said.

"Ron, can you slowly build up a dirt or rock wall to shield us?"

"I'll do what I can," he told them moving around the stone circle. She moved back to the rune circle.

"Can I do it now, Hermione?" Neville put to her.

She held up a hand and just checked a few runes to the drawing they found in the Beedle the Bard book. "Alright. You remember the incantation?"

Neville rolled his eyes. "I have it."

She nodded, being very nervous.

"Ac tantus amor iter est. Memini amet magna erat. Veniat in mentem, ut adimpleretur utraque unum." Neville said the lines the first time. Hermione was sure he didn't make a mistake. The cracked green stone in the ring started to glow. On the second repeat, the wand started to glow blue. On the third, the cloak on the ground stirred.

Something caught in her throat as it rose. It was obvious that something was growing. There was a shape of head. It draped over large shoulders. Neville repeated the incantation three more times. The glow from the ring and wand were growing. Neville cried out as the wand suddenly snapped and sparks shot everywhere. Hermione screamed as a hand shot out of the cloak and grabbed her jacket by her throat.

It was faster than she thought anyone could react. A tall man threw the cloak off him. He was in a thick woolen coat. A wand was in his hand and Neville's wand was already in the air. Hermione grabbed at his hand as she lifted off the ground while trying to grab her wand, which slipped out of her pocket. He deftly caught both wands in his fingers as his wand was moving again as Ron cried out, "Hermione!"

A stunner was off and Ron fell forwards as his wand was ripped out of his hand and the stunner got him in the face. "RON!" Neville cried out before charging the man. Hermione screamed again as she was tossed. She collided with Neville and they both collapse to the ground.

The man stumbled back and stopped. Her head hurt from where she had collided with Neville's head. Groaning she got up and then they were bathed in light from an electric torch. "How are you! Why were you attacking me!"

Hermione tried to shield her eyes as Neville got up gingerly, stepping before her. "We weren't trying to attack you. You attacked us," Neville replied, sounding angry.

The torch shined at Neville. "Who are you? Where is Dumbledore," the man growled.

Hermione stood, still holding her head. She was going to have an egg later. "Dumbledore showed us how to summon you."

"Where is he!" The man advanced on them and Neville pushed her behind him and his hands went up.

"Stop pushing me," she spat at Neville. "Dumbledore is dead."

The man stopped within two steps of them. "Bloody fucker!" The man kicked the ground. "You can't be serious! The bloody dyke is dead!"

"Yeah. He gave us something to summon you. Are you some big warrior or something?" Neville asked.

"FUCK!" The man screamed at the top of his lungs before lowering the torch.

Around the spots in her eyes, she saw him put his hand to his face. "Fuck! Fuck! Fucker! How long did he have me in that bloody place?"

"Are you going to curse us," Hermione asked.

"Fuck! No." The man threw their wands at Neville's feet. "You said Dumbledore sent you but he is dead?"

Neville knelt down, not taking his eyes off the dark figure. "Yeah. It wasn't easy trying to figure out Dumbledore's clues."

The man snorted. "I bet. The bread-splitter probably sent you on some insane adventure to destroy some Dark Lord and he thought I would come back and just help you? Fuck this," the man said angrily, kicking at the ground again.

Neville moved towards Ron. "I am not going to cast anything at you," Neville warned.

The man laughed. "Doesn't matter. What year is it?"

"April twenty-third, nineteen ninety-eight," Hermione replied. "What do you mean Dumbledore sent us on a adventure?"

The man shook his head. "Fifty-three years. Fuck! He has tricked you into doing his dirty work. It's the only reason he would bring me back. You are sure Dumbledore is dead. The coward sent my whole squad to their deaths. Where is my phoenix?"

"Whose the bloody cunt," Ron called out. He was holding his shoulder, probably having come down hard on a rock.

"Sorry about that, mate." The man let out a sigh. "Fifty-three years. Fifty-three years! Fuck." This last one sounded sad.

"You mind telling us who you are," Hermione asked. She wasn't putting her wand away yet, though by the way he leveled them, she doubted they could take him even working together. It was scary how easily he disarms and leveled them.

"Auror Harry Potter, Second Detachment, First British squad." He gave a single laugh. His voice was sad. "Not that there is a squad anymore."

Ron walked over, spinning his arm while putting a hand on his shoulder. "What is this British Squad?"

"Is the War still going on?"

"What war," Hermione asked, starting to put things together. Fifty-three years would put this man back to nineteen forty-five. She had an thinking he may be talking about the Great Wizarding War.

"The war against Grindelwald. Dumbledore and I captured him, but there was still so many followers and he had that bastard Hitler and others under his control," Harry Potter told them. His voice dripped with venom as he continued, "then the bastard betrayed me."

"Merlin. He's talking about the Global Wizarding War," Neville commented.

Hermione was more concerned with the last part. "Who betrayed you?"

"Dumbledore."

There was a silence. "We going to trust this git?" Ron asked.

The three of them regarded Harry. "I can't do what he just did and Dumbledore did tell us to find him," Neville stated.

"Fawkes," Harry suddenly called out. There was a flash of fire in the night and joyous phoenix song filled the air.

Hermione's eyes went wide. "Shut him up or we will be found," she hissed, pulling her wand and looking around.

Harry didn't pay her attention as the phoenix stopped its singing and flew down to Harry's outstretched arm. Hermione's mouth opened. It was like watching two long lost friends as as the phoenix nuzzled the man's face. "I missed you to. Let's get out of here."

"Wait," Neville cried out. "You can't just leave like this!"

She could see the rigidity in the man's features, ever under his bulky long jacket. "If Dumbledore sent you on this quest, then run. What ever plans he had for you will not end in a good way for you."

"Don't go. You don't understand," Hermione said stepping towards him.

"Fawkes, take me home," the man said.

The phoenix did nothing besides letting out a soft sad coo. The man's features slupt. "Right. Fifty-three years."

"Would you come back with us? We should talk," Hermione told him.

"Hermione," Ron hissed. "How do we know this isn't a trap."

"We don't," Neville responded. "We have to trust Dumbledore though."

Ron snorted. "If you haven't noticed, he hates Dumbledore. How do we know he is safe. I doubt Bill or Fluer could move that fast."

"We don't have another choice. It's either this or we try to rob Gringotts," Hermione snapped back.

The man started to laugh. "Dumbledore wants you rob Gringotts." He continued laughing. "The bloody fool is even worse than in my day."

She scrunched her eyes closed. In a few weeks they had managed to keep this all from everyone in Shell Cottage and now she, of all people, just blabbed their plan. "Hermione," her two best mates hissed at her.

"If he is the man Dumbledore wanted us to ask for help, then he should know," she reasoned with them.

The man was still laughing. "They are just as naive as I was. You have any tea and something to eat at this place? It appears I don't have anywhere to go. If not, is Diagon Alley still open?"

"Over hear," they heard.

"Snatchers," Neville hissed. "Are you coming or not?"

The man looked at them. "What are snatchers?"

"People that are working for You-Know-Who. If they catch us this time we will be killed," Hermione warned him.

The man finally shut off his torch and they were sent into blackness. None of them moved and she jumped when someone touched her shoulder. "Keep an eye on Fawkes, will you Doll?"

"Doll," she whispered furiously. She couldn't complain any longer as Fawkes stepped onto her shoulder. "Stay here," they were instructed.

The man slunk off into the night, blending with the shadows a second later and quieter than the wind.

"Who the bloody hell is this guy," Ron whisper yelled.

"We should leave," Neville told them.

"I know I saw something," a voice came.

"I saw it too. Caldwell, you smell anything?" a gruff voice asked.

"No. If we find them though, I want some fun with them before we turn them in," a third voice responded.

"They are worth more alive," the gruff voice admonished.

"You gents out for a stroll," they heard Harry.

"GET HIM!"

There was a flurry of lights and spells just down the hill. "We have to help him," Hermione told them. Neville was already moving and she was at his side. Someone screamed a blood curdling sound. Her heart jumped in throat. They had just brought this guy back!

There were more spells. By the time they ran around the berm Ron had built, it was obvious that three bodies were already on the ground. She stopped and skidded to a halt. In the light of spells, two things were obvious. He didn't look at old as she thought he was. His face was dirty, as was his coat, which looked like part of a military uniform.

The second thing was that the two obviously skilled wizards facing off against the young man were clearly out-matched. Harry Potter dodged, wove between trees and cast off spells with the ease of a stalking tiger. When a spell like dragon fire lit the night, one of the men screamed before being consumed by the flames. The other was down a second later with a stunner.

"Bloody fucking Merlin, what did we bring back," Neville whispered besides her.

"We should go. Now," Ron told her.

She may have been very uncomfortable with how he ended the duel, but she didn't think even think the was Neville described Dumbledore or You-Know-Who had moved like that at the fight at the Ministry fifth year.

The phoenix cooed a happy song. Phoenixes were creatures of good and light. They wouldn't just come to someone they thought dark or bad. The way they acted with one another it was obvious the two were friends, if not a familiar to its master.

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Ac tantus amor iter est. Memini amet magna erat. Veniat in mentem, ut adimpleretur utraque unum. = Recall the champion's path. Recall the magic of the great soldier. Recall the one to fulfill both.