Save Me

ShadowPhoenix2398

Summary: Due to an accident in the future, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Draco, and Luna find themselves blasted into the past as their 15-year-old selves! What are they going to do when they find out that they are in an alternate past where a false vision in their world was true in this one? Where they face a bolder Voldemort and his league of trigger-happy Death Eaters? What will they do when they find out they can change what was once hopeless? Find out in this story of drama, tragedy, and angst...

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and characters belong to JK Rowling. If I owned him, I wouldn't be writing this right now. If anyone owns this plot already, please don't sue! I may be a lazy bastard, but I am NOT a copy-cat!

A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! For those of you who are actually reading this chapter, thanks for waiting. Feel free to flame me if you want. I won't blame you.

Chapter Two - The Future's Past

"Voldemort continues to remain quiet." Dumbledore began. "I, for one, find this silence to be disturbing. Any news, Severus?" The double agent in question stood up. "Yes. The Dark Lord called us for a meeting a couple of hours ago. A full meeting." He put a noticable emphasis on 'full.' There were mutters of shock and alarm among the Inner Order.

The Inner Order of the Phoenix members were seated in the secret room in the Headmaster's office. The room itself was painted a neutral white, and the walls were lined with soft, white candles that carried the faint scent of vanilla. It provided the room with brightness and, amazingly, a sense of stability. The floor was of a type of dark wood, and the ceiling was enchanted to look like the sky outside, not unlike the Great Hall. At the moment, it resembled a calm, clear night in which practically all of the stars in the sky were visible. The Inner Order was seated at a round, stone table. The stone was white marble, and in the middle was an intricate carving of a Phoenix with its wings spread in flight, surrouned by painstakingly crafted flames. The Phoenix's outline was a dark brown while the flames were golden.

At the head of the table was the Headmaster and Leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Albus Dumbledore. On his left side were Alastar "Mad-Eye" Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt. There was an empty chair between them reserved for Lucius Malfoy. On his right side were Remus Lupin and Severus Snape. An empty chair between them was reserved for Sirius Black. The Inner Circle was comprised of the most experienced Order members.

"He chose at least fifty people to go with him somewhere. He didn't clarify where exactly, but I think that they might be going on another raid. He said that I shouldn't come, as it would be suspicious. Apparently, he was choosing the best of his followers and the ones most devoted to his cause. Lucius Malfoy is with him right now, which is one of the reasons he couldn't attend." Severus finished, sitting back down.

The twinkle in their Leader's eyes dimmed considerably as he said, "This is very worrying indeed." He turned his gaze onto Remus. "Why isn't Sirius here then, Remus?" He asked, his eyes piercing. Remus gave a little frown as he said, "Well, I saw him before I left. He seemed... off, though. Like he wasn't really there. His movements were also jerky. I checked for the Imperius, but nothing came up. I assumed he was a bit under the weather, so he's not coming." Dumbledore shifted, bringing the attention back to him. "So... we know that there will be a raid-" He was cut off by a voice from the doorway.

"There will be no raids tonight. Voldie's got something else planned." Their heads whipped around in shock to see Harry Potter leaning on the open door, smiling grimly and looking like he had been waiting there for a while. After they got over their initial shock, they noticed something different about him. His eyes, which were once bright and innocent, were shadowed and secretive. His posture practically screamed 'Slytherin' even though he wore his Gryffindor robes with obvious pride. Dumbledore shook his head a little to clear it and spoke for the others.

"How did you get in here, Harry?" He asked, still staring at him closely. That posture... it was vaguely familiar to him, somehow. It nagged at him, but he pushed it aside to be dwelled on later. Preferably in his office with the comfort of his Lemon Drops. Harry, though, just smirked and said, "Oh, carry on. I could use some entertainment right now while I'm waiting for the rest of them to show up." He motioned a hand for them to continue. They didn't, of course. While Harry seemed off somehow, he was still a teen. Remus spoke up.

"Waiting for who, Harry?" He asked cautiously. There was something odd about Harry. The werewolf could clearly smell the shock and weariness coming from him, even though he masked it expertly. Being a werewolf had its definite perks. The answer he got was in the form of voices and footsteps traveling up the stairs to the Headmaster's office. They were familiar, but the group couldn't place them.

"How the bloody hell do we always get caught up in these messes!? I honestly have no idea why I was surprised when I was suddenly thrown from the meeting into the Slytherin Common Room of all places!" The unknown voice ranted, steadily growing closer. Calming slightly, but still no less sarcastic, it continued. "What Universe are we in anyway? Ooh, when I get my hands on that Greensworth, I will strangle her for being so... so... unbelievingly selfish!!" Another voice tried unsuccessfully to calm him, for it was a 'him,' down. "She was just a new recruit. Don't be so hard on her, Draco..." Then another voice. "You know he never goes easy on newbies. Besides, she should learn to control herself better. She could have gotton seriously hurt!"

"Her!? Look at us! We're teenagers again and in a Universe we know virtually nothing about!" The first voice was back. Harry finally pushed away from the door, and waved a hand impatiently. The voices died down, but the footsteps came closer. Harry stepped out to give the Order a view of the people the voices to belong to. The Inner Order immedately got another shock in the form of four more teenagers.

They were Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and Draco Malfoy. Ron and Hermione were expected to some extent. Neville, Luna, and Draco, though, were most unexpected. The Golden Trio and Draco Malfoy were known throughout the school for their rivalry, after all. They never said a single civil word to each other since they were First Years. Neville and Luna were unexpected for different reasons. Simply put, they were their House's outcasts.

The group weren't looking at the Order members, though. They had their full attention on Harry. Ron immedietly said, "Sorry, Harry, but I couldn't... find..." While he was speaking, he slowly took in his situation. "... Snape?" He finished weakly. Harry turned back around calmly while the groups' heads whipped around in shock. It wasn't every day that you were suddenly faced with people you had seen die standing, or in this case sitting, in front of you.

"Harry... are they real?" Hermione whispered, her words barely audible to the Order. Suffice to say, they were all very confused by now. "Oh, they're real alright." Harry said emotionlessly. Finally, Remus managed to break the awkward silence.

"Can someone please explain what's going on right now?"

Harry looked them over with a grim, serious face that should've looked out of place, but eerily fit. "We really don't have time for this right now. Sirius Black is currently being tortured inside Department of Mysteries as a trap to lure me into the Ministry to recover a Prophecy Sybill Trelawney made about fifteen years ago." Here, he glared at the Headmaster, who looked uncomfortable, shocked, and confused. Nevertheless, Dumbledore asked, "How do you know this?"

Harry's eyes flashed. "I had a vision." The members looked sceptical, even if they were still shocked and confused overall. "How do you know that it was real, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, with a hint of doubt. Harry just stared at him. Dumbledore shifted uncomfortably. His eyes... they held no innocence or naivety. They were the eyes that you would expect to see on a veteran soldier. Or the eyes you would see staring at you across the battlefield belonging to a bloody, mangled corpse. They were accusing, ruthless, and they scared the Inner Order more than they cared to admit.

"Believe me when I say that this was a True Vision. The only reason we came here was to get the Inner Order members on our side. You know, for moral support and the like." Harry said sarcastically. Snape spoke up for the first time. While he didn't completely understand the situation at hand, he had managed to piece together some of it. "What were they arguing about back there? Who's this Greensworth?" He asked, almost curiously. Harry was starting to look impatient. "Look, we can answer questions later. Right now we have to goget to the Ministry. Anyone coming?"

They stood up quickly, just now remembering that one of their own was in trouble. They started to leave the room and followed the odd group, who had managed to stay silent while Harry was talking, to the Headmasters fireplace. When leaving the room, Harry noticed that there were two empty chairs, and asked who the seats belong to. Dumbledore replied off handedly as he looked for the Floo Powder in his desk drawers. "Sirius Black and Lucius Malfoy." He didn't notice Harry pale as he looked quickly behind himself.

Unfortunately, Draco, who had been quietly bickering with Ron in the back of the group, had heard. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and he rounded on the Headmaster. "You let him into the Order of the Phoenix?! Are you insane!" His mood changed considerately, and a dawning, terrifying smile found its way onto his face. At that moment, he looked less than sane. "Hey... he's not dead in this world, is he, Harry?! Can I kill him?!" The Inner members looked at him as if he had grown an extra head. What the hell was wrong with these kids?!

Harry looked at Draco sadly, "Draco, I think he's a spy in this Universe. Anyway, you can't kill him twice." Draco looked murderous. "He killed her, damn it. HE KILLED HER!" Ron, Hermione, and Neville looked at him sympathetically, but Harry just looked determined. "Draco, he's different in this Universe, I'm sure of it." The Inner Order blinked, but decided not to say anything. Dumbledore had finally found the Floo Powder, and looked at them with suspicion. Harry glanced at the Inner Order guardedly. "We'll explain later. Give me the damn Floo Powder." He said, rolling his eyes. Harry's friends, including a nearly recovered Draco, snickered. "Shut up!" Harry snapped, quickly grabbing the pot, and placing it on the mantlepiece. He went to take a pinch, but Neville beat him to it. "Oh, hell no. I want to see this." He through the greyish powder into the fire and stepped into it. "Ministry of Magic Atrium!"

One by one, Harry's friends went into the fire while Harry glared at them. He hated Floo Powder with a passion. The soot always managed to get into his eyes, and he generally humiliated himself when getting out of the fireplace. It was the only thing that he hated worse than Voldemort. While he was lost in thought, the Order members went into the fire, only held up when Moody suspiciously sniffed the Powder and deemed it safe. Paranoid bastard.

Harry shook himself out of his musings, noticing that everyone had gone on without him. "Oh, come on!" He yelled into the empty, circular office as the Portraits slept on, unaware. He sighed, taking another pinch of floo powder. He stared at it before throwing it into the merrily, crackling flames. He could've sworn the damn sand was laughing at him as the fire grew larger, slowly changing.

"Ministry of Magic Atrium." He stated, stepping into the hypnotizing, emerald green fire. He braced himself even when he knew that it was useless. The spinning of the fireplaces and the swirl of flames were making him dizzy. As expected, the soot found its way into his eyes, even though they were tightly sqeezed shut. He didn't even notice when he stumbled out of the large fireplace, and walking in irregular circles, trying to get it out, and covered in ashes to boot. He did, however, notice it when he staggered backwards, tripped over his uncooperative robes, and landed in the middle of the golden fountain.

Luckily, the soot was washed off with the water that was coming out of the Wizards wand, landing on his head as he sat, dumbstruck. His friends were laughing uncontrollably. They laughed even more as he spat out a mouthful of water. Climbing out of the fountain, he glared at them. Slowly, they managed to get their laughter under control.

Harry looked at the Order Members, who were in various stages of amusement.

"I hate Floo Powder."

"Do you know where he is?" Remus asked as he easily kept up with Harry's long, determined strides. Harry glanced at him for a brief second, and noticed the worry in Remus' eyes. "Yes." He said simply. He slowed down as the group as a whole attempted to catch their breath. Harry turned to face them. "As Severus has already told you, there are a lot of Death Eaters there, including Lord Voldemort." The Order member's flinched as one, and shuddered. Dumbledore just looked at him, serious for once. "I estimated at least fifty. They will be expecting us, so this is what we do..." He clapped his hands together, and the Order waited to be told of a grand, complicated plan... "We run in there and curse everything that moves. Target practice!" Harry said brightly, even as his eyes flashed with malice. The entire group shuddered. Even though only the group from the Alternate Universe knew of Harry's manical tendencies, they could guess the meaning behind that.

Severus spoke up again. "That's suicidal, Potter. And incredibly Gryffindorish, even for you." Harry turned to him, calmly. "Did you have another plan? By all means, enlighten us with your oh-so-superior knowledge!" Severus backed down, not wanting to get into an argument at such a crucial time. Harry closed his eyes, and opened them again. "Now, there are some rules to this Target Practice." He turned to Draco. "Do not kill Lucius Malfoy. He. Is. A. Spy!" Draco pouted, but nodded. He turned to Severus. "Do not harm Sirius in any way. I know that you hate his guts, but there's no honor in beating a man who's already down." Severus looked shocked, but agreed. "And one more thing..." He backed up and met the Order member's eyes one by one. "... leave Voldie to me." He glared at Dumbledore. "If you interfere in any way...

"... I'll kill you."

A/N: I updated. It's 2:00 in the morning. Please review. I'm killing myself here...