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Blast to the Past

Chapter 3: A ghost of a problem

By Jamnaz79

Notice: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not claim nor wish to make any money off of this. I merely enjoy writing in JK Rowlings world. I also do not own Star Trek or claim ownership of anything to do with it.

"Who..." Rose whispered softly again but loud enough that the young man heard her.

"Another time and place I will answer that. But, know that if you need me, I will be there. I suggest you are better to wonder what the dementor was doing when it gave the kiss to your scar. Just as important to that question is why nobody knew what was contained in it. Or perhaps some may have known and did not tell you..." The wizard paused as he stopped levitating at her doorstep. His emerald eyes flickered over her again before he turned to walk away. She saw his cloak start to shimmer before he disappeared without a word.

~~~ BttP ~~~

Harry took a moment to let the nostalgia roll off of him as he looked through the only wizarding town in Britain. When last he saw Hogsmeade it was barely a crater, a slim reminder of it's former self having been leveled by muggle explosives. He was sure the death toll had been startling, but it was a thought of another time, a time not yet come and hopefully never to come.

The walk up the street was quiet for the young man. Of course he was wearing the cloak which hid him from all contact. His dragonhide boats didnt make sound as he progressed along the path towards Honeydukes. It was no trouble at all for Harry to slip through into the back room. He glanced around quickly before opening the hidden path before sliding into the tunnel to Hogwarts.

It had been a long time since he had been this way. Not since he was in third year had he actually sneaked through these tunnels. The battle of Hogwarts unfortunately saw them sealed up because it was too dangerous that they might have been used by the Death Eaters. It was a shame as it would have been useful to use this path later on to sneak into and out of the school. Although he never wanted his fame back then, some of the knowledge here would have been useful, if he could have avoided the crowds he may have visited old McGonagall more often.

Harry could feel the barrier as he passed it under his cloak. It washed over him like a wave in the North Sea during winter. A shiver ran down his back from the frigid cold of the magic that guarded this institution. He could feel it fighting to identify him for a second before the magic of the cloak of Death surpassed it. Perhaps it the castle had it's wards turned up to the maximum in power, if the rituals of sacrifice that were used to create it were continued it would have defeated the cloaks magic. But, it had been a long time since the sacrifices were made and the magic of the school's defenses were instead powered by the ley lines and ambient magic of the students.

Confident that nobody knew he would be there he walked through the passage into the hallways of his old school. He had two purposes here today, and he would have to be careful to keep quiet his presence from a certain Chief Warlock. Still Harry couldn't help but smile as he walked up to the seventh floor. The painting was the same but that was not what concerned him, first he moved to the three other paintings in the hallway and one by one the Elder wand flicked out to place a confundus charm on the portraits. Before he moved back to before the painting of the Barnabas the Barmy and his dancing trolls. After the three passes he waited and watched as the door opened up.

The room as exactly how he remembered it when he came just before the Battle of Hogwarts. Massive, filled with dust, broken items and piles of clutter, the room was a treasure trove to those who loved the past. Part of Harry couldn't help but wonder how many volumes of Hogwarts a History could be found in here. It did not take long for him to work his way through the stacks and find it.

There before Harry sat the sacred artifact of the founders, hidden in the room of lost things. Ironic since most of the world thought it to be lost for all to find, yet here it was right underneath a man desperate to find what it contained. It was beautiful hand crafted dwarven silver which had cause the legends of mithril to spring up. It was delicate but sturdy, precious yet not gaudy. It was truly an artifact fit for a queen to wear. The only gemstone on it was the large perfect sapphire that seemed to capture the light and reflect it outwards. If it were not for the presence and knowledge of his world Harry would take up the artifact and use it. But he knew better.

A smile crossed his lips as he pulled out a chain slowly from within his neck on that chain rested amber stone. The resurrection stone, it was what many people considered to be the weakest of the three hallows. The Elder wand granted the individual invincible power against their enemies turning ordinary wizards to become power and powerful wizards to become legends. The invisibility cloak could hide someone from anything, wards, x-ray vision, even sonar could not pick him up under it. He was not seen or felt when he wanted to be, he could travel anywhere and be unseen. He could use it infiltrate or eliminate enemies at will if one was careful. But the stone, the stone was the true power. You could call your enemies or loved ones back from beyond for moments in time. It had this power to influence the souls to recall them from the beyond for a time. But, it also had the power to do the reverse. It could send souls to the beyond that were past their life or in the case of the horcrux before him splintered into pieces. Or in the case of a dementor a creature whose soul was shattered yet it hungered for the light and power of a soul to keep on living.

"Good bye Tom." The words left his mouth in a whisper before he concentrated on the stone in his right hand the wand that appeared in his left. His beam of light, so similar to the patronus spell was not thick and powerful like against the dementors. Where there he had used a battle-axe here instead he scalpel to cut with precision the infected growth away from the artifact. It only took moments but there was no scream, no blame cloud, just a fading away to nothingness of what was broken.

A flick of the wrist saw the precious artifact floating over into a bag which he strapped to his waist. Harry looked around before pulling his hood back tightly over his head. A roguish grin split his lips as he spoke to himself, "One last place to go today."

He exited the room to complete his final errand in the famous castle.

~~~ BttP ~~~

Rose Potter was frustrated, correction annoyed and frustrated. Not only was she now at 'Headquarters' where it seemed that Hermione and the Weasley family had been for weeks, which just happened to be where her godfather lived, but she was here because the Ministry believed she was responsible for the dementors. Well they didn't think she was responsible for them but they believed she cast an unknown spell and now blamed her for her cousin's situation. She had been on the run only for a short time till Padfoot had found her and saved her away to Headquarters. It seemed that a number of owls had come to visit her 'relatives' in the meantime. Whoever that stranger was he had saved her but the Ministry seemed to believe it was she that cast the spells. Now she had a trial she to attend for underage magic that she didnt even cast! That was the annoying part.

The frustrating part was the fact that almost everyone here, except for Padfoot and Hermione, thought she actually had cast the spell! They didn't believe her story about the mysterious stranger, a few of them even seemed to expect that she had got into trouble. They were almost as bad as Snape was! That was one of the frustrating things.

The second frustrating thing was having to clean this damn house. If she wanted to be stuck cleaning day and night she would have stayed at the Dursley's. At least there she didn't have to deal with Ron's drooling stares at her ass and harping from Mrs. Weasley. Sure the Twins were alright in their own way, and she liked spending time with Hermione. But, she was at her godfather's house and she rarely got to spend time with him at all!

On top of that everyone around here was so very secretive. It wasn't like they had to face a homicidal maniac at the end of every year! Now there were things that the adults were not telling her and she knew from experience that whenever they were not telling her something it came back to bite her in the ass. A cute ass if she did say so herself, Quidditch was good for something besides fun!

Speaking of asses that dark mysterious stranger that saved her, which nobody believed in, seemed to have one himself that was cute. She couldn't help but wonder if this was it felt like to be saved by a hero? A hint of crimson rushed along her cheeks as she thought of him. He had her eyes, emerald eyes so much like her own. She couldn't see much of his face but she swore he sounded like he was only a few years order then herself. She bet he was rather cute. Did she perhaps a crush on him? Was this what it was like to be Ginny who always had a strange worshipful look on her face? That was the final frustrating part she needed to get figured out. Who was that man? Why did he save her? Was he really cute?

Rose shook the thoughts off and got back to work, the sooner she finished this closet the sooner she could spend time with Padfoot. It was truly what she wanted to do and what was important. She had family here and by Merlin's saggy ball sack she would spend some time with him!

Author Note: Like it or nah? A different take on the hallows perhaps but hopefully interesting.