A Second Chance
It was the Light's last chance at winning the war and Minerva McGonagall was going to take it. In exchange for her life, one man was to be sent back to the past to change everything. Enemies beware, because Harry James Potter has a vendetta. SSHPLM
Main Relationship Focus: Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Lucius Malfoy
Genres: Action & Adventure, Angst, Drama, Romance and Suspense
Rating: M for violence, sex and language
Length: Epic
Warning: Slash, threesomes.
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Warner Bros, Bloomsbury. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: Timetravel! Plus Lucius and Severus are deliciously sexy, I couldn't choose, so Harry gets them both -grin-Oh, Dumbledore is not as good as he seems but neither is he bad (after all, the road to hell is paved with good intentions) and Harry is definitely going to make Dumbledore work for his forgiveness.
Beta: Amber
II: 1989
A groaned reverberated in the empty room as eyelids fluttered open to reveal disoriented emerald eyes. Harry opened his bleary eyes and then raised a tired hand to rub his gummy eyelids. He did not know why he felt so lethargic, but he did know that he was alive. Harry then sat up and stretched, popping a few joints along the way. He grinned in reminiscence; Seamus always was creeped out by the cracking, saying that it sounded unnatural. The man took a deep breath and it was then when his eyes snapped opened.
There was no scent around him at all.
Harry started to really 'look' around him and he realised that he was in some sort of quasi-prison. Even though there was light shining into the room through the windows, there were no dust particles floating in the light. Everything felt artificial. The room was an exact replica of his very room back in the HQ, but there was no familiarity to it. It was fake, Harry concluded as he stared at the mahogany door.
"Ah, you're awake."
Harry turned his head around so fast that he swore he heard it snap. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
The woman sitting on the desk replicate, Harry decided, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but she did not seem to actually notice her breathtaking beauty as there was no posing to her presentation, no posturing, no flaunting of the gifts nature had so amply bestowed. She was simply and totally at one with herself. With such a naturally graceful bearing, Harry could not help himself but to think of her as royalty. Well, he wasn't far off.
The ebony-haired woman gave him a secretive smile and then slid off the desk. She wore a simple one-shouldered black silk toga that accentuated her figure and complimented her creamy alabaster colouring but it was elegant enough to impress. Then Harry got a good look at her features and then he widened his eyes impossibly. Her eyes were a swirling myriad of colours. Golden, silver, black, blue, red and purple if Harry squinted as the colours swirled.
Harry groaned again, his head pounding. Wait, what actually happened? The last thing he remembered was pain, lots of it and he was screaming his lungs out.
"The spell was activated." The man froze; did he just voice his thoughts?
"No." Oh.
"What the fuck?!" The powerful wizard flew to the other side of the room and looked at the woman with horror-filled eyes. Magic rolled her eyes and then gestured for the distraught man to sit himself down back on the bed.
"I swear, it never gets old," Magic chuckled and then sat herself down on the plush ebony chair. His chair but Harry wisely kept his mouth shut as he made his way back onto the bed.
"Well, you had two questions didn't you? For starters, I'm Magic." Harry's face was the epitome of incredulity and, although he saw no sense, he calmed down. Suddenly, memories of his older conversations with Dumbledore regarding the lore and ancient tales of the Wizarding World came rushing back to him.
"Harry, Magic is not just in you and me, it's everything, everywhere and everyone. She's omnipotent and fair. But never call on Magic because you never know how she would interpret your request. However, if Magic decides to grace you with her presence, you're one of a kind."
"Ah, now you believe. That would certainly make things easier; god knows I don't want to go through that to make someone believe again." Harry grimaced and he certainly did not want to know what that was because he gathered whatever that was, it was probably painful.
"You know, if you could just tone down the mind-reading thing… it kinda creeps me out." Magic laughed, a pleasant sound that tinkled like silver bells, and then shrugged. Harry got a little incredulous again because even that casual motion seemed elegant. This, Harry concluded once more, was very weird. Magic chuckled again, Harry shot her a dirty glance and she smiled it off.
"Well, you're here because I want you to do something for me." Harry narrowed his eyes, his stare a tad calculating when he asked.
"And what would that be?" Magic laughed after a long intense stare.
"Despite all of the cruelties and pain that come with war, no one can dispute the fact that it hones you. Things are not always as they seem. You would know." Harry flushed at that last jab and Magic's eyes twinkled knowingly.
"I've been observing you and you're quite interesting, truth to be told. Any other person in the same situation would have caved in and surrendered, but you didn't. You just keep on surviving, the Man-Who-Lived, and lived and lived and lived." It was now Harry's turn to shrug and Magic chuckled.
"I'm just lucky, I guess."
Magic quirked a half-smile and then continued. "I watched you succeed and fail in many things, fall in love and out of love, rush to help your friends and allies, jump headfirst into life-and-death situations." Harry looked down at his crossed legs, causing long dark locks to obscure his face from Magic's eyes, but it did not take a genius to figure out what the man was feeling. When Magic spoke up again, her voice was softer.
"I want to give you another chance."
Harry's head snapped up and he peered at her with hope-filled green eyes, which was then filled with suspicion. Magic's eyes softened as she regarded the man before her. He was one of her gifted ones but circumstances which these humans created themselves changed it, and he was now a broken man, a man who had never experienced a family life and shouldered a war single-handedly.
"You'll revive me?"
Magic shook her head and the hope in the exhausted man's eyes dimmed. Instead the being just smiled, got off her chair and crossed the distance between her and Harry. Her multi-coloured eyes held Harry's confused green eyes as she revealed part of her plan.
"I'm going to send you back to the past."
"Oh, you're going to me back to the –" Harry faltered and then the enormity of it dawned on him, "past?!" Magic nodded and then proceeded to explain.
"The war that you are going to fight with Voldemort will end in an apocalypse as the backlash of the magic used will mutate and become anti-magic. That particular brand of force will then cancel out magical energy, thus ending my existence and everything else. Now I don't think that's a viable option for survival, no?" Harry shuddered and shook his head; Magic grinned and clapped her hands once.
"I knew you would see my point of view."
Then Harry frowned, "if I go back, wouldn't I change history in the process? Isn't that technically not allowed?" Magic rolled her eyes and answered.
"That rule is how old conservative farts keep people from experimenting. Time is a delicate thing and history is the consequence of our actions. Our decisions are paths that create history, so if you do choose to return to the past and make another decision, you're just choosing another path to walk on. You will still make history, just a different version. And don't worry, no one will be killed or hurt in the process, well, unless you wished for it, of course." Harry nodded solemnly.
"Now Harry Potter, by all rights, you should be dead. The backlash of the magic needed to perform the ritual would have killed you but due to Minerva's sacrifice, her death stood in for yours." Harry's green eyes dulled; another dead because of him. Magic frowned and she resisted the urge to smack the man before her.
"She would have died anyways, Voldemort was planning to do away with her so but she didn't give him the satisfaction and boy, did she go out with a bang. She attempted sending you into the past but there wasn't enough direction for you, to decide which time period you would reappear in. So right now, you are in limbo and I'm here to give you the right kick in the arse."
"I believe that you would have to look past grudges and petty childhood enmity to achieve what I sent you back for. Remember that Severus Snape is human, that what he's feeling is not without reason and Malfoys always put family first, the reason why Lucius is a Death Eater is due to the orders of his cowardly father. There is plenty of time to change that and I believe in your competence. You aren't one of my gifted for nothing." Harry could hear a note of pride in the woman's voice and he smiled. However, he lingered at the news of Minerva's death; the woman had been a mother and mentor to him and to see her gone, it was painful. Magic gave her 'captive' a sympathetic look.
"One of the main reasons, however, is that I believe that you are entitled to having a family that has eluded your grasp so far. I'm going to be sending you back to the year nineteen-eighty-nine in your present age. Remove your younger self from your disgusting, oppressive relatives and nurture him yourself. Have a go at a real family life and when time comes, you can fulfil one of your dreams; go teach at Hogwarts and change history." Magic smiled brilliantly, exotic eyes shining with pride.
Harry couldn't believe his luck, "Are you serious?"
"Believe it, Harry Potter, and I'm sure you can do better the second time," Magic smirked and Harry's world was enveloped in a soothing darkness but not before a whisper in his head.
"There are more than a side to everything, you better make that a personal motto of yours and I'll check on you sporadically. Do not disappoint me, Harry James Potter."
Harry suddenly sat up as if electrocuted, memories of that particular meeting with Magic rushing back to him. He looked around and realised that he was in some sort of Manor. The green-eyed man removed himself from the bed and surveyed the elegant room decorated in various tones of wood. A piece of parchment on the spacious mahogany study table caught his eye.
Harry,
Welcome to Peverell Manor, I believe Ignotus was your ancestor – where do you think your father got his Invisibility Cloak from? – You have a right to the title of Lord Peverell, there is a ring to prove it, and it would be your new identity. I'm afraid you're no long Harry James Potter; that would be your young nephew waiting for you to fish him out of the hellhole.
Harry released a breath of wonder, he wasn't Harry Potter anymore. He wasn't the Boy-who-Lived, he didn't need to face the media and have all the attention on him anymore. Now, his younger self would have his help in dealing with the papers and people. He continued reading the letter.
I hope you like your newfound anonymity and while you're at it, start researching for something call a Horcrux, I believe it answers Voldemort's annoying ability to return time and time again. Decide on a name and I'll take care of all the paperwork.
Have fun, Magic.
He smiled at the being's last words and looked at the table again. He found a small velvet box waiting for him. When he opened it, Harry found a lordship ring made out of platinum and rubies. He slipped the ring on and felt a surge of magic recognizing him as the rightful owner of the ring.
After that, he checked out the rest of the room. He found a full-stocked closet filled to the brim with brands, Muggle and Wizard alike. Harry didn't know that Armani and Louis Vitton designed Wizarding robes.
He was going through the selection on the shelves when another piece of parchment appeared in the midair and floated in front of Harry's face.
Oh, before I forget, you can't go walking around looking like an older version of Harry Potter, we have to make you look like a Peverell but you can keep your eyes. And yes, you are currently twenty-one years of age. We can't have you fighting as an old man.
Harry felt a tingling over his body and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he quickly found a mirror and admired his new look. He still retained his brilliantly coloured eyes, high cheekbones and the unruliness of his hair but he had gained a couple of inches, a more aristocratic look and the colour of his hair was now a rich brown. He looked younger, healthier and well-rested. The changes were subtle but it made a big difference.
The beryl-eyed man pondered for a while before arriving at the perfect name. He looked at the new man in the mirror and his lips curved in a smirk.
"Hello, Kyle Sebastian Peverell."
He was going to have some fun. Grabbing a dark sapphire robe, he decided that his first stop would be Gringotts.
Kyle Apparated silently to the entrance of the majestic white building that stood out amidst the surrounding irregular structures. He took a deep, liberating breath walked up the marble steps leading to the Goblin bank. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold was a goblin. Darius bowed while Harry placed a hand over his heart and bowed.
"May the Silver and Gold of Mother Maglubiyat be showered upon you always." The goblin returned the bow and his beady eyes twinkled with amusement and slight respect.
Kyle smiled and followed the goblin into the hallowed halls of Gringotts, the only Wizarding Bank and the safest place besides Hogwarts in the Wizarding World. The goblin led Kyle into the building and the pair walked into a vast marble hall, about hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins on brass scales, examining precious stones through special magnifying glass. There were many silver doors to count leading off the hall, and even more goblins showing people in and out of these, Kyle made for the counter.
"Good Morning, Sir," said Kyle to a free goblin, who peered at the young man over his golden framed spectacles.
"The Peverell Vaults and I would like to access James and Lily Potters' Will. As the Head of the Peverell house, I am entitled access to the Potter archives. I will also gladly go through blood verification to prove at I am also a Potter in blood from my mother's side, if it's needed." The goblin widened his eyes slightly and nodded when the twenty-one year old showed him the Lordship Ring.
"Very well, follow me, Sir." Once the goblin hopped off his chair and whispered to his colleague, Kyle followed the short goblin into one of the doors. "I am Eloc, and I am the one leading you to the chosen vault." He held the door open for the young man, Eloc whistled skilfully and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks towards them. They climbed in and the cart hurtled through a maze of twisting passages on its own, Kyle enjoyed the exhilarating trip although the air was rather stale, when the cart had stopped, they hopped out of the cart.
The goblin opened the large bronze door with the key and they were met with the awe-inspiring sight of treasures; mounts of gold coins, portraits of sleeping wizards and witches that looked slightly familiar to Kyle's currently appearance and seemingly never-ending heap of books that were stacked neatly in rows and rows of expensively vintage ebony shelves. Kyle's eyes widened as he reached the shelves, eagerly, he scanned the collection and his breath lodged in his throat as the selection of topics was colossal.
"Brilliant."
"The Lords of this particular House always had a love for books, I believe you are looking at the largest collection in the world." Eloc helpfully supplied and Kyle whistled, impressed.
"These are all in excellent condition," Eloc nodded and then another Goblin entered the vault with a tray carrying two separate parchments and a silver dagger.
"My Lord Peverell, I'm sorry but Gringotts procedures cannot be ignored, may I have you to drop a few drops of blood onto this parchment?"
Kyle nodded, swiftly pricking his thumb with the dagger and he watched three drops of blood hit the parchment with a little splatter. The blood was absorbed and almost immediately, words appeared on the parchment in an elegant script.
Harry James Potter, born 31st July 1980
Son of James Octavius Potter and Lily Elizabeth Potter nee Evans
Heir of the Potter Estates
The goblins stared and then the words disappeared, only to have a new set surface.
Kyle Sebastian Peverell, born February 7th 1968
Son of Charles Ignatius Peverell and Jasmine Athena Peverell nee Potter
Lord of the Peverell, Quinn and Hayden Estates
"That…" Eloc widened his eyes, "how is that possible? Harry Potter is only nine years old."
Kyle's verdant eyes flashed as he smiled politely.
"That will be something only I would know and yours both to keep, if not, I will withdraw both the Potter and the Peverell holdings."
"You have our word," Eloc quickly agreed; the Potter and the Peverell holdings accounted for nearly a fifth of the bank's entire assets. Losing them would be a disaster for the bank and the goblin race.
"Good, I'm not withdrawing anything. I just wanted to see the Will and the new cheque book."
Eloc handed the young lord the new stack of cheques and the parchment which was the Will.
Will of James and Lily Potter
We, James Octavius and Lily Elizabeth, of Potter Manor, hereby make this Will and revoke all prior Wills and Codicils.
Part I:
We give our property to the following beneficiaries:
Remus Lupin
To our favourite werewolf and brother, we give one million galleons and the chateau in Nice, France. We thank you for your kind words and advice that probably helped us both tide over the worst of our teenaged years. We are sorry for leaving first.
Sirius Black
To our favourite prankster, one million galleons, the Marauders' Notebook and the beach house in Miami, Florida. Pads, I know you like the girls there, enjoy.
Peter Pettigrew
To our friend, we leave you half a million galleons. Use the money to build a life and stay safe.
Severus Snape
To my dearest friend, I leave you my entire collection of Potions journals and the patents of my inventions, the cottage in Scotland and one hundred thousand galleons. You deserve it. Stay safe.
Arthur Weasley and family
To our friend and his family, we leave you fifty-thousand galleons. Take the money and think nothing of using it for your family, you all deserve it.
Harry James Potter
To our most beloved son, we leave the balance and the title of Lord Potter. We are very sorry for not being able to see you grow into a fine man and have a family of your own. No matter what, you are our son and we will always love you.
Note: If any beneficiary under this Will does not survive us by thirty days, then we shall be deemed to have survived such person.
Part II:
In the event of our untimely demise, we appoint Sirius Black to serve as our sole heir's Guardian. If he is unable to serve, we appoint Remus Lupin as Alternate Guardian; we are aware of his Lycanthropy and we believe that it will not conflict with his duties as the Guardian of our child, should it be the case that Sirius Black is unable to carry out his duties.
Under no circumstances will be our child and sole Heir, Harry James Potter, be placed under the care of Petunia Dursley, nee Evans, in the event of the demise or incapacitation of both Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. If this is the situation, then Harry would be placed in the care of the Peverell family and if not, then Arthur and Molly Weasley will take care of Harry as agreed.
Part III:
We appoint Aberforth Dumbledore as Executor of our Will, and if he is unable or unwilling to serve, then we name Remus Lupin as alternate Executor. Our executor and alternate will have all powers granted by applicable laws of our country to carry out all provisions of this Will, may use provisions and procedures for the simplified handling of our estates, may hold in trust the share of any minor beneficiary until he reaches the age of eighteen, and shall not be required to post a bond.
We, James Octavius Potter and Lily Elizabeth Potter, hereby sign this Will at Gringotts on this day of Twenty-First of July, Nineteen Eighty-One.
Kyle traced the two signatures with a careful finger and continued reading.
Witnesses:
Each of us hereby states, under penalties of perjury, that on this day of Twenty-First of July, Nineteen Eighty-One, at Gringotts London, we observe James Octavius and Lily Elizabeth Potter who we know or who otherwise proved their identities to us, declare the above document to be their Will. They then asked us to serve as their witnesses and then signed the document in our presence. They appeared to be an adult, of sound mind and memory, acting of their own will and not under any force or duress. We are now, immediately after they signed the Will, signing our names in their presence.
Signed,
Albus Dumbledore
Frank Longbottom
Alice Longbottom
Kyle felt rage surge through him. Someone had blatantly disregarded his parents' Will and sent him to his aunt, where he spent eleven years abused. Someone had the audacity and the power to bend the law.
Someone who went by the name by Albus Dumbledore…
"I want reports from the last decade of the Potter Estates sent to me tomorrow."
The young man felt the piece of parchment crush under his angry fist. Furious green eyes met beady black eyes and Kyle nodded curtly before Disapparating with an angry crack to the Ministry.
Eloc and his colleague gave each other looks of wonderment and awe before locking up the vaults quickly.
Once he showed got around showing his ring, Kyle realised that things went smoother and he even got to see the Minister. After a long talk, the young Peverell had gotten the custodial rights of the Boy-Who-Lived with the viewing of James and Lily's Will. Kyle left the Ministry with the legal paperwork in hand and a smug smile before Disapparating to Little Whinging, Surrey.
Kyle reappeared in front of a familiar house, a house he remembered spending a horrid eleven years in and the next seven consecutive summers treated as a slave. He itched to blast the Dursleys into nothingness but controlled himself as he reminded himself of more important things such as removing his 'nephew' from these sorry excuses for human beings.
He pressed the doorbell and waited.
Kyle couldn't wait to get Harry out of here because once he got to Harry, those who crossed him will rue the day they decided to do so.
But presently, he would just enjoy the look of terror of his dear aunt's face as he introduced himself as his younger self's relative. Magic was right; he was going to have some fun.
TBC...
Coming Up Next: Uncle Kyle?
Hope everyone liked this chapter. This way, Harry wouldn't be too young or old for our dearest Lucius and Severus. He would be 23 when he starts teaching at Hogwarts, along with his younger self's first year. Severus would be 8 years older and Lucius 10.
So older Harry is Kyle Peverell and younger Harry is Harry - giggles -
Someone wondered how could Severus end up with Harry and Lucius when the first chapter stated that he was married to Hermione. The answer is simple, history is the result of our decisions so if we changed our decisions, we change history.
So nothing is impossible :)
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Lex.