A/N: So I know for a fact I will be updating more once the summer starts. Until then just enjoy what you can I guess. Oh my chapters are going to start being much longer -two or three times the normal length- I hope that makes up for the time between updates. Also, I'm not sure if I mentioned this in the first note so here it is. Harry's previous timeline it is canon up until fifth year. Sixth year is canon for the most part, except for two large changes, one stated in this chapter, and another that should be rather obvious. anyways, here the story is.
*There will be an important note at the end of the story*
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"SILENCE!" Dumbledore roared. Everyone grew quiet and looked between him and Dumbledore in shock and fear.
Dumbledore motioned for Fudge to continue, and looked at Harry with something unknown in his eyes.
"Th-This should move on to something more serious Albus! We need to know if what the boys says is true, and most importantly how he knows it. Also-" Fudge spluttered.
A woman next to him interrupted, "- Minister, surely you don't believe these ridiculous accusations this," she paused, "child," she spat "is claiming?"
Fudge looked slightly awkward. "Of course not Dolores, it's just that he's under the truth serum, and I need to check now or the press will have a field day with this."
Harry would have gasped at the revelation that the skinny and not so toad looking women was Umbridge, the foul person she was. 'Then again' he mused, 'she does look like she has a malfoy under her nose they way its up'
"This is the questioning of one Harry James Potter, note that in the paper, it is a questioning, not a full blown trial." Fudge said.
Fudge looked at Harry with a controlled look. "Mr. Potter, you need to answer the questions asked to you to the best of your ability. No dancing around the questions. Got it?"
Harry nodded.
"Right then. Is everyone ready?" Fudge asked to the room as a whole. and received muttered, "yes's"
"
Right then." Fudge began, turning to Harry. "Mt. Potter, in what evidence do you have that Sirius Black is not guilty.
"A conversation with the man, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew where Pettigrew confirmed that he betrayed my family, and framed Sirius for everything that happened."
The whole room erupted into chaos. People were shouting, many were calling him a liar many, were talking loudly to their neighbors, while Fudge had turned stark white.
"Wh-when did y-you talk to Black?" Fudge stuttered out causing the whole courtroom quiet."
Harry, who by then had given up fighting the truth serum asked, "which time?" The whole room was dead quiet.
"You've spoken to him more that once?" Everyone looked pale at the thought. Seeing as he was supposed to be locked up in Azkaban.
"Yes," Harry replied without a care.
"When?" -
"A long time ago."
Fudge looked curious now. "How old were you?"
"I was thirteen, fourteen and fifteen." Silence. Then everyone started screaming and the room descended into chaos.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore roared. The room, once again descended into silence. "How can you have spoken to him, at an age you have not yet entered?"
Harry was panicking now, but by now there was nothing to be done in fighting the serum. "I have traveled back in time." The room descended into chaos once again.
Dumbledore shot cannon sounds out of his wand, and got out of his seat. he, discreetly spells around Harry's chair, which it seemed like Harry was the only one who had seen it.
He walked up to Harry, and raised his hands, his wand still in one. "People of the Wizamangont, are we really going to believe this, looked at the fa..-OBLIVIATOUS!"
He suddenly shouted causing the whole room to glow blue, and then settle down. Harry looked at him lost. "ous. Sir?"
Dumbledore chuckled, "You didn't really think the Obliviators obliviated each muggle individually, now did you?"
Harry swallowed and nodded his head. "Erm, Sir what about them?" Harry asked pointing towards the rest of the room which were watching them with a blank look.
"They will, not remember anything, until I want them to."
Harry looked shocked. "Well, what are you going to do with me, seeing as you know my ah, secret?"
Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle. "We will discuss that later. For now, how old are you?"
"Physically I am ten, mentally I am twenty-four."
Dumbledore nodded gravely, "Is there a reason you came back in time?"
Harry nodded. "A bad one."
Dumbledore sighed. "Alright, since you're clear from Veritaserum, you can make up answers. I want you to tell them it was me that introduced you and I'll take it from there."
Harry nodded in consent.
Dumbledore walked back up to the Head seat and said: "Finite."
"Now, Mr. Potter, how do you know of the magical world?"
Without missing a beat, and trying to keep his voice as calm as possible, Harry answered: "Professor Dumbledore."
Shouts of outrage were heard all around. BANG, BANG, went Dumbledore's wand. After everyone quieted down, Dumbledore said:
"I started to teach him magic at a young age, because as I've always told you Cornelius, I do not believe the Dark Lord is dead."
"He is dead!" Fudge said with conviction. "I cannot believe this. Dumbledore, you broke the law and started teaching a boy magic so he could be ready for an imaginary Dark Lord? Exactly how much magic does the boy know?"
"That is where you're wrong. I have not allowed him to do magic. He does not even have a wand. I have mainly been teaching him theory. Now, tell me that is not practiced in a lot of pure-blood homes, Cornelius."
Fudge spluttered for a second, then seeing many people nodding he replied. "Very well. As long as the boy has not done any magic." At which Dumbledore nodded. "Alright, so I assume we can wrap this up then? The press must be going made, and I trust you can take care of him Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore nodded "Very well then, this meeting is at an end." Fudge stated.
"We'll be going back to Hogwarts, Harry's not going to be answering the press today." Dumbledore stated.
Dumbledore walked down, from the stands, and grabbed Harry. As the Wizengamot was disbanding, Dumbledore conjured a quill and said "Portus."
He motioned to it toward Harry, and Harry grabbed on and felt the hook between his navel.
After the spinning finished he found himself in the headmasters office in Hogwarts, something he had not seen in a long time.
"Well Mr. Potter, I suggest you start explaining. You will not like the consequences if you don't."
Harry sighed, and went to sit down on one of the chairs facing the dest. "you'll want something to drink for this, something.. er.. strong."
Dumbledore nodded, "would you like anything?"
"A butterbeer would be nice."
A large tub of butterbeer and a glass with a bottle of firewhiskey appeared.
Harry started snickering, and Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "S-sorry, sir. I just imagined you drinking a very expensive elvish wine."
Dumbledore snorted. "I like my occasional elvish wine. However I don't think I'm going to like this at all."
Harry sighed and nodded. Harry took a large swig of butterbeer and sighed, well let's start at the beginning shall we?"
And so, Harry began telling Dumbledore of his first year, being introduced to magic, the quidditch team, trying to uncover the mystery of the stone, going down the trapdoor, fighting Quirrell, -who was not Snape- killing Quirrell, and saving the stone.
He went on to his second year, About the Petrifications, chamber, Lockhart, and Tom Riddle's Diary. Then his third year with Sirius Black's escape, Sirius's innocence, the time travel, and how the four marauders were all on hogwarts ground.
Dumbledore held up a hand in shock. "You mean to tell me, that Sirius Black has been in Azkaban this whole time, innocent? Wait of course, you just said he was innocent under Truth Serum, sorry my thoughts got ahead of my rationality. Go ahead."
He went on through fourth year, The Triwizard Tournament, Cedric's death, and Voldemort's resurrection.
Then he went in with the start of fifth year. Umbridges rule, Dumbledore's forced departure, The battle at the Department of Mysteries, and Sirius's untimely death.
Then he went in with his sixth year, how when Dumbledore picked him up he had a new magical hand, the collection of Slughorn, The Half-Blood Prince, and The Horcruxes.
At that, Dumbledore sighed, poured himself a shot of firewhiskey and downed it. "He made more than one?" He asked weakly.
Harry nodded. "During the summer before my seventh year, combined we were able to destroy five of them. The fifth being in Bellatrix's vault, -I'll go into detail once I'm finished-.
"After that, he knew we were hunting them, we only had one left which was his Snake. In his rage he started hunting down order members and slaughtering them and their family.
After the death of Arthur and Molly weasley, we set a trap for him for the, 'final battle.' We had every auror, every willing fighter, and every order member waiting.
Once Voldemort realized he walked into the trap, we put up the wards preventing him from leaving, incapacitated the followers with him and killed the snake.
You two dueled, it was a spectacular duel to watch, if the circumstances hadn't been so stressed. You had pure skill, while he had the magical power.
In the end, you wounded him and I stepped forwards and delivered the final blow."
Dumbledore looked curious, shocked, sad, and angry.
"T-then why did you come back?" Harry laughed bitterly, and pulled his hair up to show his scar.
Dumbledore understanding the implications, paled. "No." He whispered.
Harry nodded at his look. "We let our guard down, halfway through the seventh year, after everything was cleaned up and everyone was feeling safe and happy.. The wards went down at Hogwarts."
Dumbledore was pale and shaking his head.
"Professor, how many students do you think go to Hogwarts?"
"This year, if every first year accepts, which almost always happens we'll have 1398 students at Hogwarts." He answered weakly.
"There were around 200 students on the grounds when the wards went down. Some were studying, others were just sitting around.
An explosion ripped across the ground as the wards came down, nothing too severe. But enough to shake the castle.
Then around 500 Death Eaters stormed the grounds. The 200 kids out were all killed within a minute."
At this Dumbledore was pale and just staring at Harry. "E-even the Slytherins?" Harry looked straight at him "Yes. The children of Death Eaters were to wait in the Room of Requirement until the whole thing was over.
You, the rest of the teachers, and everyone, yes even the Slytherins once they realized they were not being spared started to fight back.
Of course, the first through third years were not really helping much. They were just targets, they were almost all cut down.
As the battle was winding down, the odds were 1-5. around 900 students were dead, or soon to be dead. Every teacher was dead accept you, and The Heads of Houses.
Flitwick sacrificed himself to buy us some time. You created portkeys for everyone to be taken to order houses. The only people left were: Myself, Ron, Hermione, you, Snape, Sprout, and Mcgonagall, then Madam Pomfrey bursts in the doors carrying Flitwick.
She's hit in the back with a cutting curse, and Fawkes comes and flashes her out. Flitwick was dead by then, we didn't know that.
As you're creating the Portkey for us to floo out Voldemort screams in fury "Severus now." Snape then proceeds to look between you and I, and then shoots a solid black curse at you.
As we portkey out it hits you in the chess.-"
"-Do I die?"
Harry sighs and shakes his head. "No, no you don't die then. You go into a coma and wake a week later with no magical power left. The ministry fell within hours, and I don't mean taken over, I mean destroyed, everyone in it dead.
The order was unharmed accept for the Teachers that had died, the school being lost, their leader being removed from the game and the heavy loss that hung from the Hogwarts massacre.
We had to relocate to America, and they had a Wizarding army-"
"-Wizarding Army?" Dumbledore interrupted.
"Yeah, after our first war, they started to build one, it was around 1000 combat able wizards and witches, plus around 40 order members, and about 200 students from Hogwarts who wanted vengeance, and close to 500 parents of kids that were slaughtered in the hogwarts battle."
He stopped for a second and looked up, and was shocked to see that Dumbledore had tears running down his face.
"D-di-did Tom take the school from himself?" He asked hoarsely. Harry sighed and shook his head, squeezing back tears.
"We, we went back to it a couple months after the battle. It, It wasn't a pretty sight."
Dumbledore was visibly shaking, "Can, can I see it?" Harry swallowed hard and nodded.
Dumbledore got up and retrieved his pensieve. Harry sighed and put pulled a memory that covered the basics out and put it in the Pensieve.
"You, you don't have to come Harry. I, I think I can do it on my own.
Harry stood up and shook his head. "I'll go with you."
They both sunk their heads into the pensieve at the same time.
Hogwarts was different, the castle was falling apart, there were holes in the ground, and the smell of death lingered. "Alright, go in teams of two. Hermione, Ron check the Gryffindor tower. Evan, Jack, Check the Hufflepuff common room. Tonks, Luna, check out the Ravenclaw tower. Remus, Neville get the kitchen, the rest of you split up into teams of two and search each floor, Harry and I will check the Dungeons." Mcgonagall said.
"Remember, if you see a body of a student attach a portkey to it to be sent to the grave, a death eater just burn it. Some...bodies...may be hard to tell, send them back to headquarters, Alright, go."
Harry knew, that Minnie was going to go with him because she couldn't bear to see the state of the Gryffindor tower. They made their way down to the dungeons, stepping over bodies of Death Eaters and students alike. Once they reached the Dungeons, they started portkeying bodies out.
Harry didn't recognize any of them, because they were a majority of Death Eaters, with one or two young slytherin students here and there.
It was really cold, Harry realized. They got to the Slytherin common room, and Mcgonagall gasped, as did Harry, as the portrait was gone and instead was a gaping hole. They walked into the room, and Harry felt tears pricking his eyes.
Strewn over furniture were students of all ages, they began portkeying the body's out. They were all perfectly intact, Harry realized, must be due to the cold.
After checking every dorm, and getting every student out, some of which Harry recognized from his year. They made their way back toward the entrance hall.
They saw Remus and Neville, as well as Jack, and Evan. Remus looked like he wasn't sure what to do, while Neville had a sad expression on his face. Jack and Evan were not even looking at them.
Finally, after 30 long minutes everyone was back. "Well." Mcgonagall started, her voice choking. "Report."
Remus and Neville sighed, "our story matches in with Jack, and Evans."
Evan nodded and said. "It looked like there have been people living in the common room for a while after the battle. The room, it looked like was sealed by elven magic.
Seeing as the room was right next to the kitchens, and that's where Remus and Neville come in." Evan said and sat down sighing.
"The kitchens were, a mess. All the house elves were dead accept for two, we sent them back to Headquarters to get cleaned up. One of them asked me to give a note to you Harry, he said it was written by someone who was your friend."
Remus said handing a note to Harry.
Dobby was happy to have known the Harry Potter. Dobby will never forget how Harry Potter freed him from the Malfoys, and For Harry Dobby will protect the students, even in cost of Dobby's life.
-Always a friend Dobby
Harry put his head in his hands, and cried for his deceased friend.
"The Ravenclaw tower was empty, it looks like every Ravenclaw died fighting, or trying to get into the tower." Tonks said,
"Same with the Gryffindor tower, it seems the Death Eaters couldn't get into it." Ron replied.
The memory ended then, and Harry collapsed next to Dumbledore and just cried.
"Tha-thank you for showing me that." Dumbledore said after a long silence. "I needed to know."
Harry silently nodded and pulled himself into a chair. He waited for Albus to get into his, he then raised a toast.
"To the preservation of life." Albus repeated him and they downed their glasses.
"Harry, I assume you don't want to go back the the Dursleys? I can't force you to go back, and now I wouldn't even try."
Harry nodded, "Neville Longbottom, and Ginny Weasley came back with me. I haven't heard from them yet, but now that I have a way to get in touch with them, that will be a priority."
Albus nodded. "If you're up for it, it's still early in the day, so I feel we have time to go back to the Ministry and fill the papers for Sirius's trial. Also, I can contact Arthur, on the premise of making a, 'date,' with his youngest boy Ronald. Augusta should not be hard to get in touch with, seeing as you're Neville's godbrother."
Harry nodded his consent, waved his hand and made himself more presentable. Noticing Albus do the same.
"Well, let us go." Albus said. and walked over to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder, and shouted: "Ministry of Magic." and was gone in a swirl of flames.
Harry followed suite and did the same. After the spinning he straightened himself up, and followed Dumbledore towards the auror department.
"We'll stop by Arthurs office after Amelias." Albus explained.
Harry nodded. "It's odd you know, seeing it all again."
Dumbledore sighed. "I can only imagine my friend."
They made their way through the Ministry, and came upon the auror department.
They passed the regular auror office, and went straight up to Amelias secretary.
"You need to make an apo-" The secretary said, then stopped short. "Sir! and Harry Potter? Oh my, I am so sorry, Do you need to see Amelia? Of course you do, you're not here to admire the wallpaper, I'll be right back!"
The flustered secretary said, and ran off toward Amelia's office.
Dumbledore chuckled sadly. "It's sad what a name can do to some people."
"Voldemort." Harry whispered in agreement.
"She'll see you now." The secretary said, nodding them toward the door."
"Thank you Mrs. Emily, former Ravenclaw if I'm correct?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly.
She blushed and nodded.
"Well, this way Harry." Dumbledore stated nodding toward the door.
They walked into the room, and waited patiently for Amelia to acknowledge their presence.
Ah, Albus, and Mr. Potter, what a surprise, "What can I do for you?"
"Young Mr. Potter here has found an injustice in the system." Albus stated bluntly.
Amelia's gaze sharpened and her eyes narrowed at Harry. "What do you mean, by an 'injustice,' Mr. Potter?" She asked icily.
Well, it is something quite sad," Albus started. "You see, when young Sirius Black was but in Azkaban, he never got a trial. Now here comes along poor, young Mr. Potter. He has just recently found out the true cause of his parents deaths, and he wants answers. But alas! Sirius Black is in Azkaban. Young Harry here, want's a trial, one that was never given in the first place, for Mr. Black. He wants to look upon Sirius, and ask 'Why? why my family?' and see what the man's reactions, and understand why he did it."
At the end of the speech, Amelia had tears in her eyes, and was nodding. "I, I know this can be arranged, seeing as Black never got a trial in the first place. We will get Mr. Potter justice. It's the least we can do, to repay him for his service to the Wizarding world."
Dumbledore nodded and stood up. "That is all I ask Amelia. Now Mr. Potter and I must be going. I hope to see word of a swift trial for Mr. Black."
"Of course Albus, of course." Amelia said showing them out.
Once they were out of her office, and out of earshot from the secretary, Harry rounded on Dumbledore. "How... how very Slytherin of you."
Albus chuckled. "Sometimes, having all the houses traits, is the easiest way through life."
Harry chuckled. "It certainly comes with it's perks."
Dumbledore nodded. "Now, to Arthurs office."
After meeting with Arthur, and securing a lunch date with the Weasleys for this coming Saturday, they made their way out.
As they were in the Auditorium a booming voice sounded out. "Albus, wait."
They both turned around, to see none other Augusta Longbottom. walking towards them.
"I wanted to ask you, but you left so fast I didn't get the chance, anyways why were you, training Mr. Potter? When you declined guardianship to me, multiple times. I would have let the boy train with you, and he could have been with his godbrother."
Dumbledore looked sheepish for a moment, then replied. "Augusta, maybe tomorrow you could come to Hogwarts tomorrow, with Neville and I can explain."
She looked at him stiffly then nodded, and walked away towards the floo.
Harry looked at Dumbledore's face, and just started laughing.
The night had passed, surprisingly fast. In which Harry had slept in the guest quarters in the Headmasters Suite.
Soon enough it was lunch time, and Albus and Harry were sitting at the table, waiting for their guests to arrive.
A ding, had announced the ring of the floo, and Neville and his grandmother stepped out.
"Albus." Augusta said still somewhat icily.
"Professor." Neville said, sheepishly, and with some respect.
Harry sighed, thinking all hope was lost, until Neville walked right up to him and said. "Hi, I'm Neville, I'm your god-brother, I don't know much about you, it's kind of a stag."
In which Harry promptly, spit out his pumpkin juice.
A/N: So, how was it? I hope the wait wasn't too long. The poll is still up, and until next time -Gray