CHAPTER ONE

And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

— Romans 12:2

Disclaimer: The following is a fan-based composition. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers Entertainment. Please support the official release.

Note to the reader, all Scripture quotations in this entire fanfiction, unless otherwise noted, are taken from the Authorised King James Version.

A/N: I think this story really has two purposes: 1) one to bring glory to the God and Father of my Lord Jesus Christ, and 2) to make known the accurate teaching of the rightly-divided Word. In our day and time, many people teach from the Bible, but so little and so few of it is accurate.

Regarding the store itself, I think it's really worth knowing that Harry is going to be a little OP in this verse. However, this can be explained by his age—which you'll see what I mean soon—so instead, I have also made people like Grindelwald Senior and Voldemort stronger. This story is really a fight between these three, even if it may not always appear that way.

Main Pairing: Harry Potter x Lily Evans, Bellatrix Black, and Fleur Delacour.

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September 14th, 1976

Hogwarts

11:35 P.M.

'Preparation is one of the greatest forms of believing, someone had once told me. Prepare for every little detail, or suffer the consequences of inaction,' thought Harry.

"This could change the game mate," the raven-haired teen spoke softly as he scanned his eyes across the parchment.

'For centuries, wizards and witches alike have been looking for ways to combat the unforgivables without luck. If this really does work like we think, then we could be looking at a solution to the deaths of so many others. This would be ground breaking. No one would ever have to suffer the way I did by the way I did.'

"Hypothetically speaking," spoke the other young teen, this one with pale and golden hair, "with the right runic mix, an enchantment could be placed within the robes. If done so… in… the… shall we say… proper manner… then the channels of magic will cross, forming a motorway of sorts. If that were to happen, then…, in less than a fraction of a second, the curse would be redirected… Depending on where you put the exit channel, you could choose where the curse exits."

Resting his head on his fingertip, he was deep in thought. 'If the right runes can formulate a channel, redirecting the magic then, hypothetically speaking, you could turn the channel into a loop that wraps around the torso of the body. Meaning the spell would go in that direction endlessly forming an infinite loop until the curses range died out.' Voicing his thoughts, the emerald-eyed raven-haired teen spoke again.

"Then, and correct me if I'm wrong, but if the curse could be redirected, then that means it could be nullified, correct?"

Nodding his head, his heterochromatic friend said, "Right, I was also thinking that… rather than making one channel… you form 9 rows of them spanning across the armour from the shoulder plates down to the torso."

"In case of multiple curses, right?" he asked, already knowing what he was thinking.

"Correct," he simply said.

"But how… would you guarantee that the two curses wouldn't intercept each other in the same loop. Cause if that did happen, it would be absolutely catastrophic for the wearer."

"No doubt… That is why, I have planned a secondary array which could act as guiding channels between the flows of magic. Almost like a train system. As soon as one curse enters a channel… the track will change direction to the one below it. The loop that already has the curse in it will remain closed until the curse runs out of range, and in turn dies out… Then the channel will reopen."

"But," contradicted our raven haired friend, "there is still one problem,"

"And what would that be?" asked the other.

"If the wearer intercepts two curses at the same time, there will be two curses in the channels before they can reach the loops, resulting in an impending collision, which will only magnify the effect of the curse."

"Hmmm," considered his friend. "I think you are right. I have no solution should that come up, but, you must admit it would be a rare occurrence. Like incredibly rare. No?" he pointed out. "Because for that to actually be an issue, two curses would need to be cast at the exact same time at the exact same moment, and there can not be a second, no, not even a millisecond of difference," he explained."

"You might be right there, but it is still possible. Regardless, we should begin drafting up plans for the first set of robes."

"Dah, I agree. Let's do that for now."

Getting up from the table, they began making their way towards the door, the raven haired one slightly ahead of the blonde. Upon reaching the door, he pulled it open, but not before turning back to his friend.

"Grindelwald, this is gonna make history," he said.

"Without a doubt Potter… err Peverell," agreed Gellert, catching up with him as they exited the room.

Thus, Harry made his way back to the Slytherin dungeons, and Gellert secretly snuck out of the castle to return to his dual mission.

September 15th, 1976

Hogwarts

2:55 A.M.

His eyes sprung open as his internal clock or the Father—he's never really sure—wakes him up. Immediately, he made his way to the foot of his bed where his trunk was.

Opening it up, he grabbed the first book on the top which read 'The Holy Bible' and in the corner, a subtitle that said 'Property of Harry J. Peverell.' On the spine, in small print, it said, 'The Authorised King James Version.' It was a leather-bound book of a decent size, not like a giant tome but not a pocketbook either.

Underneath his Bible were two other books. The first was a large tome called, 'Young's Analytical Concordance of the Bible', and hiding under that book was a second tome called, 'The Interlinear Bible: Hebrew—Greek —English'. Grabbing both of those works, he shrunk them and stuffed them in his pocket before making his way into the Slytherin Common Room.

It was dark, just like what you would expect of the Slytherin Dungeons, and there was a slight dampness to the room, seeing as the Black Lake was right above the dungeons. The roaring fireplace, eternally lit by magic, abated back some of the wetness of the room.

Being the lowest part of the castle, the Dungeons, it was freezing cold, especially the furthest parts of the room from the fireplace. Some parts of the brick were tinged with a light, white, hue of frost. No one was up and around, probably tucked away cosily in their warm fur blankets just like he had been moments ago.

Summoning one of the study tables closer to the fireplace, he pulled up a chair, and unshrunk his book. Waving his wand over the fireplace, it roared creating an intense heat that filled even those furthest edges of the room.

Taking a seat, he set aside his study material, the concordance and interlinear, and took out his Bible to begin reading. Opening up to one of the books, he read the title:

'The Epistle of the Apostle Paul to the ROMANS'

Thus, he began reading, and for the next two hours he would read through the Epistles of Romans, Corinthians, Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians, and Thessalonians.

Sometimes he read for 2 and half hours, sometimes he read for an hour and a half. It really depended on him. His general rule was that he would read until he made it through all seven church epistles before he actually began doing what his mentor once called "working the Word," which simply meant to delve into the Word in greater depth, beyond simply reading. Regardless, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he read every day.

'It's truly amazing', Harry thought to himself, 'that there's over sixty books in the Bible and thirty thousand verses and yet only nine of those books are addressed to people living in this day and time. And most of them don't even know it. Such a shame.'

It was true too. Most people spent years and years studying the Old Testament and Gospels, and most churches never even managed to make it past the death and resurrection of Christ. Yet these Church Epistles have stood for centuries like a diamond in the rough, unstudied and untouched by the modern Christian.

Of course, there were still many wonderful things in the Old Testament and much of what the Church Epistles taught wouldn't be understandable unless you understood the Gospels or the Old Testament. Nevertheless, the Scriptures tell those things written aforetime are written FOR our learning and not TO us.

Corinthians talks about those things which happened in the Old Testament being written as examples and Peter talks about Jesus being an example for the believer. So, it's not like those books are worthless or something.

However, if you ever wanted to figure out God's Will for your life in this day and time, you had to read the Church Epistles. Tragically, most people never did.

It's when thoughts like these permeated Harry's mind that he felt so blessed to have had the mentor that he did who turned him on to the Church Epistles. Harry often didn't know where he would have been if he hadn't had the tutelage and mentorship of that man. 'I'd probably be like Voldemort, full of hate and without love.'

After finishing his reading and studying, he summoned his workout clothes (made up of a black shirt and charcoal cargo pants) and made his way outside to the Black Lake.

The weather was warm… warm enough that is… being Scotland, and a light breeze was billowing making it nice for a workout. Almost enough to make the shirt worthless.

One of the most freeing actions you could take, in Harry's opinion, was to exercise without a shirt on. The frigid wind slamming into your chest and cooling you off from the heat your body generated after running for so long was absolutely perfect.

The sun was above the horizon and shining forth, illuminating the grounds of Hogwarts. Rays shone upon the water's surface, reflecting off the Black Lake's surface, making a stark contrast from the dark water to the bright sun.

These were the days that he missed from Hogwarts. Times when he was alone in the mornings, no one but he and God, creation glowing beautifully and glorifying the creator. When he was younger, he couldn't appreciate the scenery, but as he got older and wasn't able to do as much, he grew wistful of those images that he longed to see.

That was the great blessing of this whole mess Alby and Gellert had gotten them into, he could do things again that he hadn't been able to in his old age. Being returned to this young and mobile body brought about many gorgeous blessings with it, and he wasn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

Getting to work, he began his stretches.

In the other world, he had always loved coming out here to exercise, bringing with it a peace of mind to his soul. It gave him time to think. Sometimes it was about what he had studied that morning, maybe it was something he'd been studying recently, or maybe it was his plans, dreams, and hopes for the future. Other times, he simply reminisced about times past. Like now for instance. He still couldn't believe how far they had come. Never in his life would he expect to be back in his 16 year old body in a school that he had left nearly 52 years ago.

October 23rd, 2052

Just four weeks ago, Harry was leading a multi-million person, international, research, teaching, and fellowship ministry. At the time, he was making another itinerary around the world. Starting in the Asian provinces, he went to Japan to teach his famous 'Renewing the Mind' course.

There he was intercepted by Gellert Grindelwald, one of his best friends and, for years, right-hand-man and Research Assistant. He had been hiding himself in the crowd, disguised as someone who had signed up for it and apparently no one bothered to tell Harry.

'I'm only the president of the ministry,' thought Harry.

Gellert had come along discussing some work he and Alby had been doing. Apparently the two had been doing some research into Time-Turners. After months of research, they had supposedly developed a way to time travel.

'Well not so supposed anymore.'

They had wanted to get the old gang back together for a demonstration, and if Harry was being totally honest, he didn't particularly care for the Time-Turner.

Harry simply loved Alby and Gellert, and when you love people, you learn to love the things that they love, and Alby and Gellert always loved exploring strange branches of magic. Those guys explored arithmancy, astronomy, rituals, alchemy, and all kinds of strange stuff. In the end, that stuff did come in handy, Harry's body was evidence of that with the ritual's he had been through.

'Even if some of them were a tad embarrassing.'

Thus, although he didn't care for their work, he did miss his three best friends, so he agreed to meet. A lot of times that's how it is with believers. You find reasons to get together. Silly ones even.

Since three of them were already in Hogwarts, Alby having become the Headmaster a number of years back after his grandfather passed away in the war, Gellert having been taken on as a Magical Researcher at Hogwarts, and Emily Riddle, the last member of the group, had taken up the position of Professor for Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Harry always thought that was rather funny as her father, Tom Riddle, had been rejected from the position so many times.

'I guess somethings do come around, eh?' he mused to himself.

Thus, they had met together to discuss this latest development regarding Time-Turners. Arriving at the gates of Hogwarts, Harry was preparing to send a Patronus for Albus when the gates opened themselves.

'Just like his father,' thought Harry, 'always knowing everything that goes on in the castle.'

He walked through the castle, up the stairs, and to the seventh floor where the gargoyle sat. A sticky note was attached to it which read, 'Lemondrop Harry?' This had only brought a smile to his face. Speaking the password, the gargoyle swung open, and Harry ascended the stairs that led into the Headmaster's office.

When Harry first laid eyes on them, tears began to well up. Emily, Albus, and Gellert were already laughing at some joke someone had said… though Emily wasn't really laughing—she never laughed—but she had a graceful smile on her lips.

They looked so wonderful together, three people just being family. Especially Albus and Emily. He missed Gellert too, but they had run into each other over the years.

However, with Albus and Emily, he hadn't seen them in ages. Plus, Emily always held a special place in his heart, having been his first girlfriend and love. Actually, he was pretty sure that she was his only girlfriend up till that point.

It wasn't that he didn't want a girlfriend in all of his sixty, almost seventy, years of living. He was just so busy with the ministry, and everything else going on in his life.

Rapping on the brick walls of the castle, he announced himself saying, "Same old, same old, I guess. Some things just never change."

When all eyes had turned to him, he could see that they had similar reactions to himself. Albus broke out into the biggest smile he'd ever seen on him, and tears came pouring from his amethyst eyes, which had faded in brightness since the last he'd seen them, a result of old age he guessed.

Alby immediately got out of his throne-like chair and lumbered over to Harry—age making him not quite as graceful as he used to be. He engulfed him in a Hermione-esk hug with strength that would make Hagrid jealous. Throwing his own arms around Alby, he brought him in close too.

He had missed his brother.

The other one of the rooms, he could see from over Albus' shoulder. Emily too had tears in her eyes, and that graceful smile had turned just a little bit sombre. He could see that she was slightly mad, already knowing that it was because he hardly ever visited but seeing him and Albus reunite made her joy outweigh her anger. Being a master of both occlumency and legilimency, she was doing her best to hide her emotions. She never could hide from him though. He knew her better than that. Her ruby eyes told the whole story to him.

'You've been gone too long Harry,' she thought while locking eyes with him.

Out of all of them, Harry was the one who maintained the worst contact. When he took the Ardour beyond the battle of Voldemort, and the Lord turned it into a worldwide ministry, he was often too busy to visit. He always tried. Believer love to get together. He just couldn't.

He still wrote letters, and called or used the mirrors to talk, but this might be the first time in ten years that they had all been in the same room at the same time. It was just like when they were kids.

Regardless, he knew that while they had maintained contact amongst each other, he had often been left behind in his endeavour to teach the Word. That's just how it happened sometimes.

Harry had asked them to come with him, but they didn't want to. Well, it was more like they did want to, only they couldn't. Emily and Alby wanted to teach children, it was their calling, and he could absolutely respect that. Gellert stayed with him for a while, but he never got the chance to live the things he was researching and studying, so Harry had sent him on his way many years before. Regardless, he was sure that his lack of contact hurt each of them, Emily more than any.

After catching up for some time, and thankfully no arguments broke out amongst them, or at HIM, they eventually did get around to seeing what Alby and Gellert had done.

As Gellert turned on the device, it was immediately apparent that something went wrong. The castle itself began to shake, as though absorbing multiple reductos across the grounds. A hue of yellow light opened from the device in a circular, portal like fashion. It rent the room apart, tearing the brick off the walls, and throwing around years' worth of the headmaster's books and trinkets, sucking them into the singularity of the portal.

Its gravitational pull also had the consequence of pulling Harry in with it, Albus, Emily, and Gellert not far behind him.

You know, if Harry wouldn't have listened to that still small voice, he wouldn't be here. That's right. Harry had no intention of originally coming here. He was busy after all.

Yet here he is, having followed that still small voice wherever he went, no if's, and's, or but's about it. That's why he was here. But what followed would be one of the most shocking moments of his life, maybe more so than when he made his commitment to God.

He had somehow, in some way, with his three friends, gone back in time to the year 1976. Man, oh man was that just the most frustrating thing. He was moving the Word and growing and teaching, and now he was here.

The funniest thing that had happened was when they arrived. That bloody time-turner that Albus and Gellert built had dropped them from the sky.

When he confronted them about it later, they sputtered saying, "it was unexpected" before offering up some theoretical magical-science crap.

It had something to do with the rotation of the earth, and how the time-turner only moves you through time, not space, and Gellert said something like the earth was spinning thousands of miles faster—even though you couldn't feel—so when you moved through time with space moving under you, you end up in a totally different location from where you started.

To be honest… Harry couldn't argue with that… mostly cause he didn't understand it, but he was also kind of a perfectionist too, so in his mind, they should have accounted for that and made the proper decision.

'Come on man, you're bloody well Corp.'

On the other hand, none of this was proper.

'Not it's bloody madness is what it is!'

Regardless, it was certainly a humorous experience, especially where they hit the ground at. Potter Manor! Worse yet, while their eldest and only son of House Potter—and my father—was having his 16th birthday.