Harry Potter timeline set back five years

June 1990

Harry was sat in one of the Hogwarts courtyards, contemplating, when he was pulled out of his thoughts by two people sitting down next to him. Hermione Granger, though flawed, highly intelligent and immortally loyal. Ron Weasley, a good strategist but insecure due to his position in the family.

"Mate, how're you doing." asked Ron gently, knowing it had only been a few days since Cedric's death and the Ministry of Magic had already launched a propaganda campaign.

Harry silently scraped a rune into the pillar next to it and pressed his wand against it. A silencing rune, something he'd learnt recently to help with stealth, he already had them woven into his clothes and carved into his shoes.

"Harry-" began Hermione, seeing the ward come up.

"You asked a question Ron, here's my answer. Very irritated and a bit confused. I've come to the conclusion that the wizarding world is fucked beyond belief."

"Language Harry!" Hermione chided.

Ignoring her, he ploughed on.

"Have you noticed how Britain's magical world is ruled? It's an oligarchy, ruled by a handful of powerful purebloods, most of whom are purists, or well-meaning traditionalists." Harry commented; "Have you noticed why you can't use non-magical items here, but Diagon Alley, in central London, doesn't create a spot where you can't use electronics?"

"You think..." began Hermione.

"Two options, there's an enchantment on Hogwarts to break electronic objects or one on Diagon Alley to allow them to work." said Harry; "Now, I did some research on the last Voldemort insurrection, how did Dumbledore's group fight?"

"We captured the Death Eaters." said Ron slowly.

"Ron, they used bloody stunning and binding spells on the Death Eaters, spells easily reversed. Only Moody used lethal spells, he would break bones, remove limbs or outright kill his opponents, and he survived. He was one of the two percent of the Aurors who survived." Harry said irritably; "While Voldemort's merry band raped and killed with impunity."

Ron looked sick.

"But if the adults won't use lethal magic, what hope do we have?" he said tiredly; "And they can't use dark magic."

"I've researched 'dark magic' with the Ministry. They place any magic in that category which is powerful, works with non-magical objects or was invented by muggleborns. But could you use a first-year levitation charm to bash someone's head in with a stone?" Harry sighed; "Hermione, how hard would it to get untraceable wands?"

"Illegal, immoral but not difficult, there's a wand crafter in Knockturn Alley." she replied; "What? There's a good bookshop selling tomes on old and esoteric magic. I have a tab with them and I get a copy of every book they have come in, only a quarter of which I can understand, and I've only touched half of that quarter. They're in a hidden compartment in my trunk."

"Excellent... that would be a start. But what range can a spell hit accurately?" continued Harry.

"I think Dumbledore can hit a man at fifty paces." said Ron.

"During my summers, I helped out the armourer for the local Air Cadets in my area. A small-calibre bolt-action rifle can hit a man with a good enough marksman at a hundred yards." Harry commented.

"I don't want to rain on your parade, but I thought dad said those were rather difficult to get." Ron asked.

"Hermione, does the Prime Minister know of the magical world?" enquired Harry.

"Yes..." said Hermione slowly.

"Do you think he'd like terrorists running around his country with impunity." he said finally.

"I highly doubt it." Hermione responded.

"What can muggles do about it?" asked Ron.

"Hermione, do you know the kind of devastation a Tornado jet can deliver, or that of a Challenger tank?" Harry commented; "I think Ron needs educating. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to do some major Slytherin style plotting."

Ron was sat in one of the many bedrooms of The Burrow, contemplating, when he was pulled out of his thoughts by the tapping of an owl at the window.

Between Harry and himself, they'd worked out the Hedwig, Harry's magnificent familiar, could traverse southern England from Exeter, near to where the Burrow was, and the Dursley house in under five hours. So every day, Hedwig would arrive with a message to Ron, full of inconsequential waffle and occasionally reading material into 'muggle toys' as he described them to his parents so they wouldn't look closely.

Today, there was no message. He smirked.

Over the last couple of weeks, with the packages, he suddenly realised that even his parents looked at muggles as one would a cute animal in a zoo, bemused fascination. Even the most light were wizarding supremacists.

The lack of message meant that today they would meet in Diagon Alley. How Harry intended to pull it off, but he'd come to realise that Harry didn't just pull off his insane number of insane stunts without a good deal of cunning.

Harry swept into Gringotts several inches taller and blond. He'd realised a few weeks before that his little stunt many years ago with accidentally regrowing his hair was one of the early traits of a Metamorphmagus, someone who could change their appearance.

Silently presenting his key to a teller, he was a bit puzzled as he was led silently into a room, and then panic as the room was filled with pike-armed goblins.

"Who are you human and why do you have the key to the Potter vaults?" snarled the teller.

Letting his appearance gradually revert, Harry replied;

"I could not get here without being mobbed, and anyway I doubt Dumbledore would want me out and about."

The goblin relaxed marginally.

"I was afraid it was another attempt by Dumbledore to remove funds illicitly from your account." he stated.

"What!?" Harry's ire rose and his eyes narrowed.

"Beyond your appearance, we'll confirm your identity with the Potter account manager." said the goblin firmly.

"Mum, can I get an ice-cream from Fortescue's please." Ron begged, releasing a wandless compulsion which Harry had taught him, being moderately adept at it since the amount of accidental wandless magic he'd been forced to perform as a child.

"Of course Ronnie darling." said Mrs Weasley.

He was just grabbing some floo powder when he realised he'd left a book he wanted to bring. Dropping the powder back into the pot, he moved back upstairs, pausing as he heard shouts from Ginny's room.

"-you can't use Amortentia on Harry! And I'm not in love with him!" screamed Ginny.

"Ginevra, you'll do what your told. Professor Dumbledore says that it'll be instrumental to You-know-who's defeat and you'll get the Potter fortune as a bonus." said his mother, sounding far angrier than he'd ever heard her.

"It would be like shagging my brother, Harry's like a brother to me and I wouldn't betray him!" Ginny hissed.

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to help you along." said Molly with mock-sadness.

"What-"

"Obliviate."

Ron, reeling from what he'd heard, slid downstairs and nearly hurled himself through the floo. Moving through the Leaky Cauldron purposefully, he rapped his wand against the bricks and walked into the alley, quickly spotting an unfamiliar blond sat next to Hermione.

"Who-" he began.

"Now that we're all here can we get onto the debrief." Harry said impatiently, having had a mixed day.

"Ha-" began Ron again.

"Shut up, there's a point in being incognito." snapped Harry before immediately apologising; "Sorry, I've had a rather mixed day, news good and bad."

"Can I start as my report is probably going to be the shortest but possibly most shocking?" asked Ron, getting nods from the other two; "My mother is intent on Ginny marrying you and getting the Potter fortune, Dumbledore's in on it, Ginny doesn't want to as she sees you as a brother and got obliviated for it."

"Well, shit." Harry cursed; "Dumbledore has made a number of attempts to enter the two vaults I own that he knows of, my trust vault and the Potter family vault. It turns out that the Potter family were amongst the most wealthy and powerful of the magical aristocracy. I also suspect more."

He held up a photograph of a young man with black hair carelessly strewn around his head and a young, regal looking woman in a long dress, her hair done up around her head.

"Is that..?" asked Hermione, shocked.

"My grandfather had this tucked into his journal. Charlus Potter and his little sis, Elizabeth Regina '53." Harry smirked; "I feel a visit to the world's most photographed pensioner."

"So, what's the plan?" asked Ron.

"Well, I'm not willing to leave your sister or Sirius caught in Dumbledore's trap. And I've always wanted a pet mutt." said Harry amusedly; "I grabbed a wand from my family vault, untraceable, and while I can't remove money from my family vault due to some stupid family bylaws, I just bypassed them by having the Galleons melted into ingots which I can remove. One Galleon is worth five pounds, but a Galleon has ten grams of gold in it. Each gram is worth about seven pounds, with the problem that gold is not worth as much at the moment. It would mean that if I sold five Galleons in solid gold, I would get thirty-five pounds, the equivalent of seven Galleons..."

"We've basically got unlimited resources." Ron twigged.

"Yup. Now, I've got these phones, Hermione, educate him later on how to use one. I'll be plotting and I'll contact you when I have plotted." Harry smirked.

"You don't have long, old man Dumbledore is moving us to the HQ of the Order of the Phoenix in the next week." said Ron.

"Even better." he mused, pulling out an unfamiliar wand; "It'll mean that all of those I want to rescue, you Ron, you Hermione, Ginny and Padfoot, will be in one place. I'll just put a tracking charm on you both."

Hissing noises left Harry's mouth and a green-tinged spell hit the two.

"Parsel magic isn't dark, it's just undetectable. Chin chin." he finished before slipping into the crowd, changing faces.

"Why do I get the idea that we've unleashed a new Marauder on the world, one more terrible than any before him?" asked Hermione.

Jericho.

The signal to go came in the mid-morning as Mrs Weasley went out for her pre-lunch shop. Ron persuaded Sirius into his Animagus form to wrestle him, promptly stunning him, while Hermione shot a stunning spell into the back of Ginny's head at point-blank range.

They dragged the two out of the house, trusting that Harry's plotting had yielded some results. Just as they reached the pavement, a black BMW E34 M5 Touring pulled up at the kerb with a loud screech.

"Get in!" yelled the driver. Harry.

While Hermione looked like she wanted to start asking questions, she shoved Ginny in the back and slid in herself, while Ron put Sirius in the boot and jumped into the passenger seat, the car racing away before he'd even fully closed the door.