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Chapter II

The next day, at 10:30 am, Albus Dumbledore headed a meeting called by Harry Potter.

"Harry," said Dumbledore, peering over his half moon spectacles. "Perhaps you can tell us the purpose of this meeting?"

At this Harry, smiled grimly. "Do you all promise never to repeat a word of this to anybody, nor oblivate me?"

Albus appeared quite surprised at this request, but they all nodded. Harry summoned his wand from the magical storage space, an act which surprised them all. Harry proceeded to wordlessly cast several very strong wards and secrecy spells, several of which Dumbledore himself did not know. This startled him greatly, and he rose.

"Harry—"

Harry Potter cut in "Albus. There are some very grave matters we must discuss. I am not the Harry who left Hogwarts last year."

At this, Albus raised his wand. "Harry—"

Harry sighed. "Albus, please, do not make me. I can best you."

This caused a chorus of stunned gasps. Albus shot a powerful variant of the stunning spell at Harry. Very few adult wizards could block the spell, and Albus felt bad using it against a twelve year old. That was, of course, until the twelve year old disappeared, reappeared behind Albus, and summoned every wand in the room.

Harry sighed. "I—" Several shouts started up, and Harry silenced all of them, and petrified them for good measure. He began far more strongly. "I did not intend for it to happen this way. Let it suffice to say, that I am most pleased to see you all alive. My name is Harry James Potter. I am in a twelve year old body, but I am twenty-eight years old. The Dark Lord Voldemort returned to power in my fourth year at Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore died during my sixth. The entire Weasley family, other then Ronald Weasley, was dead before my twentieth birthday. Ron died by the time I turned twenty-seven. Hermione that same day as Ron. However, Voldemort did not win. I defeated him, and using an ancient magic, sent us both back in time. I thought that I could go back, let him die, and then save all of you. However, the proper balance of light and dark cannot be changed. Thus, I was forced to destroy my body, after implanting my mind into this body. The younger Harry is a part of me, and my mind will soon join with his, making us an abnormal mature twelve year old. He will know all of my magic, and have all of my power. He will also have all of my memories. But for now, I needed to let all of you know. Voldemort lost, but so did I. And so I came back, to save you all. Thank you."

With that, and with tears running down his face, Harry broke the spells he had placed on all of them. Voices rang out all at once, but Albus Dumbledore once again took command of the floor. "How do we know this is true," he inquired. "Because I know things that I could not know otherwise." Harry said. He listed off facts about the first war, the order of the phoenix, and informed them of events to come. He told them about little things Albus had left in his will, and that no one else could know. However, when he felt a tendril of Legilimency creep out from Albus, he stopped. "Albus, no." he said. Albus stopped surprised. Harry added he knew Occulmency and Legilimency, as well as many forms of dueling. He told the stories of the valor of the Weasleys, especially Ron, and Hermione. Finally, he told them one thing they never expected to hear: Sirius was not the Secret Keeper of the Potters.

Hermione and Ron seemed to be in shock from earlier revelations, and would not have any idea what this one meant. Molly and Arthur were both shocked, and Albus looked very sad. It was at this time Harry remembered Ron's rat. "Scabbers…" he growled. Ron looked up. "Scabbers is Peter Pettigrew in animagus form." With that, he broke down the wards on the room, and was out for blood.

Harry left the meeting quickly, a trail of Weasleys, headed by Albus behind him. He indicated that they should wait at the bottom of the stairs, and he ran up them. As soon as Harry was upstairs, outside of Ron's room, he cast several wards on the door, preventing anything from leaving. He cast a charm to freeze in place any person in the room with a magical signature less than his, which would be anyone in the room. Then he opened the door, and walked into the room, with a frozen, sleeping rat Peter Pettigrew.

After picking up 'Scabbers' Harry cast several binding charms on the rat, including two he was fairly sure no one but him could break. He broke all of the wards on the door, and walked down the stairs. "Alright everyone." He said, silencing the arguments going on. He laid the rat down on the floor. Pointing his wand at the creature, he thought Finally. Animagus Peter Pettigrew verus vultus.

The rat grew and twisted, until before their feet lay a small man, no longer sleeping, but looking around in fear. He could not move, nor speak, but the Headmaster's face showed he knew the man. Peter Pettigrew.

"Professor," said Harry, "If you would be so kind as to take him to the Ministry, and make up a story about his capture. I will need to speak to you later, if you would be so kind." Dumbledore nodded, and Harry waved to his friends, and Ginny. "Ron, Ginny, Hermione, want to play 2v2 Quidditch?" Ginny immediately turned bright red and muttered something. Hermione also looked to be opting out, but Harry insisted. Fred and George came out with the rest of them, and Harry made teams.

"Ginny, me and George vs. Fred, Ron and Hermione" he said. As they went to the broomshed, Harry ran and got his Nimbus. When he came back down, he saw Fred asking Ginny how she knew how to fly. She answered that she was just doing it from having watched her brothers so much. Harry grinned, and kicked off. At the sight of him flying, Ginny's movement lost some of its grace, and Harry flew over next to her. "Look," he said. "Don't be afraid of me, I know you can play. And if you do well enough, you might be backing up for the Gryffindor team this next year." He grinned at her, and she grinned back, if only a little bit, and said "Really?" When he replied yes, she smiled hesitantly at him, and he nearly fell off his broom. It had been at least eleven years, waiting for that smile.

Harry had wanted to keep her safe, and so, on the night of Bill and Fluer's wedding, he had rejected her once again. He remembered her running off. He had sunk into depression, and he, Ron and Hermione went on a walk. While on that walk, there was an attack on the wedding. The three had raced back, and fought well and hard. Ginny had been running to Harry, when Severus Snape stepped in front of her. Harry was behind him, but out of range. Ginny had bled to death from Snape's Sectumsempra. Harry had come up from behind just as he finished the spell. In his rage, Harry had used the Killing Curse that night. Now, the Killing Curse was one of his most used spells. Well, not in this time line. Yet.

Harry was pulled out of his reverie, when the Quaffle hit him in the side of the head. He caught it out of reflex, and looked around. Hermione was unsuccessfully trying to steer towards him, but Fred was barreling in fast. Harry juked down to the left, and looked for Ginny. He passed it to her, and they went in for a goal.

At around 12:30, the entire group was called in for lunch, and Fred and George went off to look for new ways to prank Percy, who had shut himself in his room. Hermione, Ginny, Harry and Ron ate several sandwiches each, and then Harry guided them all up to Ron's room. Once inside, he sat on the bed. Ron sat next to him, and the girls sat across. That one game of Quidditch had helped Ginny out immensely, although she and Harry weren't best mates, she didn't blush everytime she saw him.

"So, you're our mate from the future?" asked Ron tentatively. Harry rolled his eyes. "Kinda. I'm both." When the others looked at him questioningly, he went more in depth. "Look, its like, I'm twenty-eight, and I'm twelve. Or a mix. The only reason I spoke like I did earlier was so Dumbledore would listen to me."

"You beat him…" said Hermione. "Who?" asked Harry. "Dumbledore" she whispered. Harry looked uncomfortable. "Yeah, I had to. I could beat anyone, and I could have had anything in my last life. But I couldn't stand it. All of you gone…" he trailed off.

"All of us?" asked Ginny. Harry looked at her. "Yeah. Everyone. But that won't happen again. We need to be ready this time, ok?"

All of them nodded, and he continued. "When Dumbledore gets here, we will need to see if anything can be done. We will all want to be physically fit too, ok? And also, I know all of you can become at least as skilled and powerful as the best Aurors the world has ever seen, you did it in the last time line."

That impressed all of them, and Harry neglected to mention Ginny had only been on her way there before she died. "You all will need to work hard, and if you need anything, you have to let me buy it for you if you can't ok?" he said. At this, both Weasleys took offense, and tried to shout him down. He insisted, and had just barely won when Dumbledore returned from the Ministry.

"Harry!" called Molly Weasley. He and the others ran down the stairs to find Albus Dumbledore waiting. The man's eyes twinkled more then ever.

"Ah, our young Harry. I believe you have assisted in the capture of a criminal today. However, I took the liberty of explaining that I found the murderer when I detected a strange magical signature. I thought it would be unwise to tell the Ministry you were from the future. There is, however, someone here who would like to see you." With that, he removed the Disillusionment from Sirius Black. Harry was shocked. "Normally, Harry, it would have taken much longer, but a man of my standing can make things happen." Dumbledore said, smiling. Harry hadn't just been amazed at the speed however. Seeing his godfather alive was amazing, but being fooled by a simple disillusionment was not.

Sirius walked forward slowly. Ron and Ginny, both having been brought up thinking this man was a killer of the highest order, shrunk back a bit. Harry, however, stepped forward. "James' boy…" Sirius rasped. Harry nodded. "Padfoot." he said. Sirius blinked. "How did you know that name?" Harry blinked. 'Oh. One second." he turned to Dumbledore. "Could you get Remus Lupin and Alastor Moody as well?" Dumbledore nodded, and disapparated. Around thirty minutes later, four adults, Dumbledore, Mad-Eye, Sirius and Remus sat across from four children, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. Remus and Mad-Eye had both taken some convince to not kill Sirius, and now Harry set up the wards. During this process, he also cast several wards on himself he had in his past life.

Several to protect against weaker spells, a few to protect against physical spells, and two to be able to see normally hidden things, such as people under Disilllusionments and invisibility cloaks and spells with less strength then his. Many of these wards would be almost useless for a less powerful wizard, as they were all based off raw magical energy. Fortunately, Harry had built his energy stores, and had started out with the capacity to be a very powerful wizard in the first place.

Now, Harry explained to two Marauders and an ex-Auror how he had traveled back in time. Albus helped by confirming he believed Harry. Then, Harry addressed matters of business. "First off, Severus Snape needs to be fired." Albus bristled at this statement. "Harry, you know I trust Snape—" "He killed you—and he killed her." he said, indicating Ginny. Ginny and Albus both were shocked. Harry muttered "I killed him, and if I ever see him again, I'll do worse." The plain admission of killing disturbed all of them, but Harry continued unfazed. "I need to train physically. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all need to train physically and magically. By our fourth year, all of them need to be NEWT level in defense against the Dark Arts. Sirius, Remus, and Alastor can all help with that. Everyone here who doesn't already know it needs to learn strong Occulmency. Snape needs to be removed. For this year, I think Alastor should teach potions, with Remus in defense. Gildroy is an idiot" Albus nodded. Harry then spoke up "Does anyone know what a Horcrux is?"

Alastor and Sirius became all business, Albus fixed Harry with a piercing gaze, and the others all shook their heads. "A Horcrux is an object that contains part of a wizard's soul. This makes it so the wizard cannot die unless the Horcrux is destroyed. Horcruxes may only be created by an act of evil, a murder. Voldemort has made six. They are mainly surrounded by enchantments of all sorts, including several that make it impossible to go after them unless he has a body. Therefore, we can not start now."

Harry added "They are: Hufflepuff's cup, Slytherin's locket, Voldemort's diary, Slytherin's ring, a tailfeather from Fawkes, like the one inside his wand, and a trophy from when he was at school. The trophy can be destroyed as soon as he gets a body, and is the least guarded. He could not put too many wards around it inside the school."

"Regardless, we will need to prepare for destroying those, and since it can only be done when he has a body, we will need to be ready to fight him as well. Anyway, what can be done in these respects?"

Sirius spoke in a grim, haunted voice. "Before… before… it, I was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and I grew up in the house of Black. I know a lot about the Dark Arts and how to fight them, but from what I heard you probably know more. If we could make it look like you are all being taught by us, could you lead a class Harry?"

"Sure, if that can be arranged. To keep up pretenses, I will take normal second year classes. During the beginning of this year, Lucius Malfoy will slip a diary into your cauldron, Ginny. Give it to me, and I can destroy that Horcrux."

Hermione spoke up "Harry, I thought they couldn't be destroyed unless Voldemort had a body."

"No, several of the wards can only be broken if Voldemort has a body. You see, the only reason they are semi-accessible at all is so he can retrieve them. While the actual Horcruxs pose no harm, the wards around them are very hard to break. Voldemort, Dumbledore and I are the most skilled wizards alive. I would say in direct combat, I am the most powerful, while Voldemort can probably make stronger wards and has the lowest morals. Albus probably knows the most stuff out of all of us, but probably not nearly as much as Voldemort and I about combat, due to our liberal use of Dark Magic." Harry paused when he mentioned Dark Magic. "Please keep in mind, that for me, these ends justify these means."

"At any rate, I can tutor all of you in combat magic, while I think Dumbledore would be best suited to teach Occulmency and Legilimency, which we all need to know. Sirius, if you could teach us all to become Animagus, that would be great. Finally, we all need to pretend nothing of this sort has happened. As far as anyone else is concerned, I am just regular twelve year old Harry."

All of them affirmed this statement, and Harry turned to Albus. "Thank you for cooperating, and I will come to you if I need anything."

Albus nodded, and smiled in his regular way. "Not to worry Harry. I see you are still the same in spirit, although a bit more battered. Since Snape is very dangerous, or so you say, I will repost him immediately. He will work for me elsewhere, and hopefully not kill me this time. Gilderoy however, may not take no for an answer. May he stay for one year?"

Harry nodded grimly. "Yeah, it might look weird if you fired him on the advice of a twelve year old, and you don't have other grounds. However, watch out for him trying to cast a memory charm on anyone, he does that a lot."

Albus nodded, and disapparated from the house.