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A Dance With Fate

Canopus Carina

Epilogue

Back home, where he belonged, Harry watched the many people pace around Hogwart's reinstated Hospital Wing for the students who had started to enter for education. But there was one patient he had extra concern for.

Madame Pomphry said his potion would take a few days to finally heal, so he took a seat next to Hermione and watched over Ron's sleeping form.

Teachers passed by, readying for the classes soon to start. It had been two years since the Great Hall was open, two years since the teachers were able to teach. They were battle hardened now, few in smiles and kind words. But they would teach as they had before. One day at a time.

"Where had you gone?" Hermione asked softly.

If he had not trained long to stop such reactions, he would have jumped as Hermione was seemingly asleep. But he just shook his head once his friend opened her eyes to see. He couldn't say yet, maybe even never. For one year he had seen, lived with his family and they could never know. He could have told them what would have happened but he had learned during his third year that no one could change the future. Something would have to happen to right the flow of time, and that's if they believed him in the first place. Or even what would be worst would be if he said something, which put the flow into motion. He would hate to be the reason why his parents were killed even though he knew it had to happen.

He gave Ron's hand and Hermione's shoulder each a quick squeeze as he rose. Remus was back for the upcoming school year, and he had a few questions to ask. The office was pretty much the same as it had been in third year. But it didn't feel as if it were four years since the room beloved to the werewolf Marauder. Magical moving pictures lined his desk of the good old days and the happier days of the present. He was looking for a specific photo that would prove that he actually went to his own time dimension. It would prove he caused some happiness to a cursed group. The cursed group of this universe's past.

He came to it at last, the only photo he took in the past, the only proof he even existed in that time. If he didn't change his hair length and facial features, Remus would have recognized the connection between the boy of the past and the boy of the present. They looked real similar, but no more than he did with his father. And he wore contacts so that connection could not be made.

"We took that in our seventh year at Hogwarts. Our graduating Gryffindor class."

"Who is he?" Harry asked, pointing to himself. "I thought it was only the Marauders who took up the Gryffindor boy's dorm."

Remus looked at the picture for a long time before speaking. "He was a cousin of James. You were named after him, you know. His parents had gone into hiding and started to stay with your father's family soon after. He wasn't a Gryffindor though… he didn't even attend Hogwarts. Apparently he graduated from some other school before hand. He helped train students for the war that we were about to enter for ourselves. Without his guidance, we most surely would have died sooner."

"What happened to him? Why don't I know him now?" He felt like he was laying it on thick, but he needed to make sure Remus thought he didn't know anything about the Harry of the past.

"He felt he needed to find this certain potion because a friend needed it for some reason. He never told us what it was, just that he needed to get out of Hogwarts for various lengths of time. But his family was fighting a war in America, where he was from and was captured when he went back to visit them, I suppose. He fought back, but he didn't survive. We never saw him again." Remus took a deep breath to calm himself down but took a smile and continued, "It wasn't much later that youre parents got together. When you were born, James thought it would be proper to name you in his honor. You look so much like him."

So he pretty much named himself. Why he didn't come up with a cooler name than Harry, he would never know. It was probably just fate. He quickly changed the subject, as Remus really seemed to dwell on his supposed death. If he thought about it too much, he might have come up with a couple connections that might blow his small cover. And if Remus thinks about one death, he might start dwelling on the others from the Final Battle and before. School plans were a much easier road to go down.

It wasn't long before he was able to leave the office to continue on his random path around the castle. His plan had gone through perfectly. Everyone thought he had gotten caught as his the newspapers said about the other Harry, and the Americans believed he was blown to smithereens. A harsh reality, but it sparked citizens to fight these monsters with every matter of their being. Interesting that multiple adult deaths just spread panic but no action and a seemingly innocent teenager's death creates a large-scale revolt. They would never know he was really the savior of the future, never would see him and think of the Hogwart's guest. And he needed it that way.

Dobby was determined to keep what happened in the past their little secret. The elf was overjoyed to be in charge of something so important and didn't even mention he knew something no one else did. He was settled in Harry's new home, as he could no longer bear living in a place that reminded him of Sirius and Albus and couldn't be happier.

So there was no risk of the truth coming out into the open, as all who knew were either dead or completely silent. The potion needing to save patients of the Manas Curse was written down with an obscurity charm anonymously to St. Mungos to treat others and publish the cure. The book he found to take him back into the past was placed back in its original place to stay hidden until it was needed once again. He couldn't bear to destroy it as there could be others like him who would need it for honorable reasons.

So Merlin's Book of Mysteries remained in its shadowy tomb waiting for someone to stumble upon it. Ron recovered after a few days and demanded answers. But Harry did not tell them about the book. Their adventures were done, as sad as it seemed. It was time to release their hold on the adventures for the coming generation of troublemakers. And they would be ready for them.

The End

End of Epilogue – 1,169 of words

If it wasn't clear enough, there was a Harry in the past that lived in America but was captured before our favorite Harry went to the past. In chapter 19 in the snippet in the beginning, Harry is looking over the Potter Family Book and notices that someone else was named Harry living in America. So after he does some research, he decides it's the perfect name to go under. Sadly, other Harry dies.

Thank you everyone who has kept with me the entire time. I needed to complete this before the final book comes out. I'm so excited, aren't you? I know it was kind of short, especially when I wanted it way longer when I started it. But then I wouldn't have enough time to update it all, or write it with the percision that I want it in. If book seven allows some of it to remain in canon, I may write a new timetravel fic like this one. How do you think about that?

Everyone that reviewed, I owe a great bout of graditude. It really is a writer's life blood. Thank you again.

Posted: 6 July 2007