I don't own Harry Potter or Teddy Lupin or Remus Lupin or Hermione Granger ect.

NEED TO KNOW∞ Ginny dies in the final battle, Fred doesn't ∞Harry has raised Teddy since he was three months old because of Mrs. Tonks death… she was attacked by death eaters ∞ takes place during the Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix I will not include a lot of details from the book because I don't feel like typing it all and my copy is at my parents' house

History is always written wrong, and so always needs rewritten. - George Santayana

Into the Past

"I don't thinks that's necessary," Evan said quickly his pulse picking up speed. Amazing as it was Evan had always been more terrified of dating than of facing Dark Lord Hell bent on taking over the world and killing him. Hermione had set him up on dates before insisting on him going along with them and being her dress up doll when she got him ready for them. Then of course Ron and the Twins would give him 'advice' on how to woo a girl, how to woo her to his bed that is. "I don't think this is the right time for that seeing as it isn't my time and then there is the war. I think I would be too distracted to be a proper boyfriend, but thanks for the offer."

"There is no such thing as the wrong time to be with beautiful women!" Sirius protested.

Chapter 12: Truth and Trials

The days and weeks past quickly, it was a blur of Order meetings, planning, and getting to spend time with loved ones who were dead not that long ago or would be dead soon if Evan couldn't change things. August 12, the day of Harry's trial arrived quickly. Evan had reminded him a few times to ditch Arthur as soon as he got to the ministry and find Amelia Bones. He hoped his plan worked, that Voldemort would be revealed and Sirius would be freed. It probably wouldn't work knowing his luck.

He woke up early, 4 o'clock early. He went down to the kitchen and found Sirius, Remus, Arthur, Tonks and Molly were already there. "Morning Evan dear, you're up early."

"Yea, couldn't sleep. How was guard duty?"

Tonks yawned, "It was boring."

"Good, but that doesn't mean it always will be."

"What's that mean?" Sirius asked excitement sparkling in his eyes.

"We should watch out for big poisons snakes, and you should stay away from curtains." Evan said in a matter of fact way.

"What is it with you and curtains?" Sirius asked.

"They can be extremely dangerous."

"What can be extremely dangerous?" Harry asked walking into the kitchen.

"Curtains, apparently." Remus replied dryly.

Harry raised an eyebrow at his future self.

"Hey, I'm giving you guys advice and you are mocking me. It's not nice you know."

"But Curtains?" Harry asked. "How is it that curtains can be even remotely dangerous?"

Bill walked into the kitchen at that moment. "Hey you wouldn't have thought that a book could be dangerous before second year, and now you know better so trust me when I say there is a man eating curtain or two in the world, and tiaras they can be very dangerous as well." Evan said firmly.

"Well, as much as I would like to hear about this man eating curtain you have come across and these dangerous tiaras, I am actually more curious about your tattoo." Bill said. It had been bugging him since he first laid eyes on it and even more so when Evan had made that crack about Gringotts and their guard dragon.

"Which one would you be oh so curious about?" Evan asked as if he didn't know.

"The one you said reminded you of Gringotts. I was curious as to why that might be." He said fixing Harry with a stare.

"Long story, that. Too bad it's time for Harry to head off for his trial."

"Harry's trial isn't for several hours." Arthur said confused.

"I have it on good authority that the time and venue will be changed so best to go now. And Harry," Evan said looking directly in his eyes. "Remember what I told you." Harry nodded and he and Arthur left.

"So, about that tattoo?" Bill tried again.

"Oh, alright, I already took care of it so my younger self wouldn't have to. But, you have to take an oath of secrecy not to tell anyone." Evan agreed reluctantly taking Bill up to the Drawing room he definitely didn't need Molly or one of the kids to hear about what they had done at Gringotts.

After getting him into the room and warding it so no one could spy on them with or without extendable ears. He turned around to get the oath from Bill only to find him staring at him oddly. "What?"

"Where did you learn to ward like that?" Bill asked his eyes narrowed studying the wards he put up.

Evan blinked before answering, "A combination of you and Hermione. Now the oath if you would?" Once securing the oath Evan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I guess I'll have to tell you quite a bit to, ah, have it make sense. Besides it would be nice to have someone to talk to again." He mumbled the last part not intending for Bill to hear it, but he did.

"Okay why don't I start with my 5th year? We had the Toad from Hell as a teacher for defense. She refused to teach us anything practical, came up with a million decrees including one that made her the High Inquisitor. As Inquisitor she gained the right to review other teachers and fire ones that did not meet her liking. She made it so she could punish all students, and she preferred making us write lines with a blood quill, like I said earlier." Evan said holding up his hand showing the scar permanently etched into the back of it spelling out I must not tell lies.

Bill grabbed his hand and studied it before looking back at Evan in horror. "Merlin! How many times did you get detention?"

"Once or Twice," Bill looked at him in suspicion. "Okay, a lot practically every day for a year, but it was worth it." He wouldn't forget what Neville said about his defiance inspiring and giving courage to others.

"Evan," Bill started but didn't know what to say. He had been tortured.

Evan shook his head, "a lot happened that year. She was horrible and did her best to take control of the school. She kicked me off the quidditch team along with Fred and George. Eventually she caught the DA, but Dumbledore took the heat for it said he told me to train an army for him. So, the Minister tried to have him arrested. It didn't work, but he did have to leave the school. Umbridge was made the new headmistress by the ministry. McGonagall had to go to St. Mungo's after taking five stunners to the chest. It got really bad, but Fred and George sold a lot of skiving snack boxes and other pranking items. Let's just say the student body rebelled against her and the only one that attempted to help her gain control was Filch." Evan continued to tell Bill about his fifth year, about the visions and occlumency lessons and about the vision that lead to Sirius's death.

"So, that's why you keep warning him about curtains?" Bill asked.

Evan nodded, "yea, and let me tell you I still hate using portkeys after what happened at the triwizard tournament." Evan then filled him in about his sixth year only leaving out his relationship with Ginny and he made it clear that he had suffered minimal affects from being attacked by Greyback.

Bill only interrupted him twice, "Horocruxs? Seven? Holy Macrole!" and "I can't believe that Dumbledore died." He had said numbly, but then he suddenly stood up, "I'll kill Snape!"

"No! Snape did because Dumbledore told him to. He's on our side; he was in love with my mother." Evan said quietly. "The reason Dumbledore never told anyone why he was sure Snape was on our side was because he made him swear he wouldn't tell anyone. He saw it as a weakness." He practically whispered. He felt guilty telling Bill, but he had never promised Snape he wouldn't tell anyone, and besides Bill couldn't tell anyone any way.

Evan moved on to what would have been his final year. Bill was shocked that his little brother and two best friends had in fact broken into Gringotts and actually stole something successfully. Then Evan got to the hard part the final battle. He had a hard enough time talking about Sirius's death, and now it was time to talk about so many that had died. But he did it he struggled through, swallowed the lump in his throat. Bill was devastated at the announcement of his baby sister's death.

"I can't promise it won't happen, but I will promise to do my utmost to prevent it." Evan told him sincerely.

Bill nodded, "I'll help you any way I can. But, why did you tell me all of this?"

Evan took a deep breath and let it out slowly thinking of the best way to explain. "I miss having someone to talk to. I have told Ron and Hermione practically everything since I was eleven; it's weird not having them here. I never realized how dependant I was on them. Besides I already took care of the one at Gringotts. Bribed the goblins into retrieving a stolen object." He said smirking.

"So, what haven't you told me?" Bill asked. "You dated my sister."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because as close as you are to our family you wouldn't get this choked about her death after so many years." He said looking at Evan closely.

"Yea, we dated in sixth year, well my sixth her fifth. I broke up with her at Dumbledore's funeral; I can't tell you how much I regret doing that."

Monkey/monkey/monkey/monkey/monkey

Arthur and Harry stepped up to the security guard at the Ministry of Magic and Harry hand over his wand to get weighed. On their way to the elevator Harry did as Evan instructed and got 'lost' in the crowd. He slipped on the invisibility cloak being careful that no one saw and made his way to the elevator. He made sure that he did not get on the same one as Mr. Weasley.

He rode it to the floor that Amelia Bones' office was on. Once he reached her office he took several deep breathes before taking off the cloak and knocking on the door. "Enter," called a calm female voice.

"Hello, I'm Harry Potter." He said after stepping into the office.

"Well, this is a surprise. I wasn't expecting to see you until the trial which should start in about a half hour." She said while looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Yea, I know. It's just that I was wondering if I could give a pensieve memory as evidence?" Harry asked in an uncertain voice.

Madame Bones blinked in surprise "Do you know how to remove a memory?" Harry shook his head negatively "Alright, then I am going to ask you to think about that night and I will remove it for you."

"Alright, now let's get down to the trial. We don't want to be late after all." Madame Bones said bottling the memory and gesturing towards the door.

The duo made it to court house ten and went inside. There were still people milling about; they had made it a few minutes early. Harry was incredibly nervous, but he tried to act confident as his older self had told him. 'You only get one chance at a first impression so make it count.'

He made his way over the chair in the center of court room where a familiar chair sat. This chair had manacles on it; this chair was the same chair he saw in Dumbledore's pensive. Harry swallowed nervously before sitting down.

"Well, I believe it is time for us to begin. Let's take our seats," Said Cornelius Fudge the current Minister of Magic. "I see Mr. Potter has made it." His voice contained obvious disappointment.

"Yes, sir," Harry said respectfully. Harry looked around nervously. He knew that it would be a full court trail thanks to his future self, but it was still daunting. That's when he noticed a memorable beetle sitting on the Minister's lime-green bowlerhat.

"Are you ready?" Fudge called down the row.

"Yes, sir," said an eager voice Harry knew. Ron's brother Percy was sitting at the very end of the front bench. Harry looked at Percy, expecting some sign of recognition from him, but none came. Percy's eyes, behind his horn'rimmed glasses, were fixed on his parchment, a quill poised in his hand.

'Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August,' said Fudge in a ringing voice, and Percy began taking notes at once, 'into offences committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the International Statute of Serecy by Harry James Potter, resident at number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

'Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. Court Scribe, Percy Ignatius Weasley - '

'Witness for the defence, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,' said a quiet voice from behind Harry, who turned his head so fast he cricked his neck.

Dumbledore was striding serenely across the room wearing long midnight-blue robes and a perfectly calm expression. His long silver beard and hair gleamed in the torchlight as he drew level with Harry and looked up at Fudge through the half-moon spectacles that rested halfway down his very crooked nose.

The members of the Wizengamot were muttering. All eyes were now on Dumbledore. Some looked annoyed, others slightly frightened; two elderly witches in the back row, however, raised their hands and waved in welcome.

Harry wanted to catch Dumbledore's eye, but Dumbledore was not looking his way; he was continuing to look up at the obviously flustered Fudge. He knew this would happen thanks to his future self, but it didn't make it any easier.

'Ah,' said Fudge, who looked thoroughly disconcerted. 'Dumbledore. Yes. You - er - got our - er - message that the time and - er - place of the hearing had been changed, then?'

'I must have missed it,' said Dumbledore cheerfully. 'However, due to a lucky mistake I arrived at the Ministry three hours early, so no harm done.'

'Yes - well - I suppose we'll need another chair - I - Weasley, could you -?'

'Not to worry, not to worry,' said Dumbledore pleasantly; he took out his wand, gave it a little flick, and a squashy chintz armchair appeared out of nowhere next to Harry.

Dumbledore sat down, put the tips of his long fingers together and surveyed Fudge over them with an expression of polite interest. The Wizengamot was still muttering and fidgeting restlessly; only when Fudge spoke again did they settle down.

'Yes,' said Fudge again, shuffling his notes. 'Well, then. So. The charges. Yes.'

He extricated a piece of parchment from the pile before him, took a deep breath, and read out, 'The charges against the accused are as follows:

'That he did knowingly, deliberately and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions, having received a previous written warning from the Ministry of Magic on a similar charge, produce a Patronus Charm in a Muggle-inhabited area, in the presence of a Muggle, on the second of August at twenty-three minutes past nine, which constitutes an offence under Paragraph C of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, and also under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy.

'You are Harry James Potter, of number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?' Fudge said, glaring at Harry over the top of his parchment.

'Yes,' Harry said.

'You received an official warning from the Ministry for using illegal magic three years ago, did you not?'

'Yes, but -'

'And yet you conjured a Patronus on the night of the second of August?' said Fudge.

'Yes,' said Harry, 'but -'

'Knowing that you are not permitted to use magic outside school while you are under the age of seventeen?'

'Yes, but -'

'Knowing that you were in an area full of Muggles?'

'Yes, but -'

'Fully aware that you were in close proximity to a Muggle at the time?'

'Yes,' said Harry angrily, 'but I only used it because we were -'

The witch with the monocle cut across him in a booming voice.

'You produced a fully-fledged Patronus?'

'Yes,' said Harry, 'because -'

'A corporeal Patronus?'

'A - what?' said Harry.

'Your Patronus had a clearly defined form? I mean to say, it was more than vapour or smoke?'

'Yes,' said Harry, feeling both impatient and slightly desperate, 'it's a stag, it's always a stag.'

'Always?' boomed an unknown witch. 'You have produced a Patronus before now?'

'Yes,' said Harry, 'I've been doing it for over a year.'

'And you are fifteen years old?'

'Yes, and -'

'You learned this at school?'

'Yes, Professor Lupin taught me in my third year, because of the -'

'Impressive,' she said, staring down at him, 'a true Patronus at his age… very impressive indeed.'

Some of the wizards and witches around her were muttering again; a few nodded, but others were frowning and shaking their heads.

'It's not a question of how impressive the magic was,' said Fudge in a testy voice, 'in fact, the more impressive the worse it is, I would have thought, given that the boy did it in plain view of a Muggle!'

Those who had been frowning now murmured in agreement, but it was the sight of Percy's sanctimonious little nod that goaded Harry into speech.

'I did it because of the Dementors!' he said loudly, before anyone could interrupt him again.

He had expected more muttering, but the silence that fell seemed to be somehow denser than before.

'Dementors?' The witch asked after a moment, her thick eyebrows rising until her monocle looked in danger of falling out. 'What do you mean, boy?'

'I mean there were two Dementors down that alleyway and they went for me and my cousin!'

'Ah,' said Fudge again, smirking unpleasantly as he looked around at the Wizengamot, as though inviting them to share the joke. 'Yes. Yes, I thought we'd be hearing something like this.'

'Dementors in Little Whinging?' the witch said, in a tone of great surprise. 'I don't understand -'

'Don't you, Elizabeth?' said Fudge, still smirking. 'Let me explain. He's been thinking it through and decided Dementors would make a very nice little cover story, very nice indeed. Muggles can't see Dementors, can they, boy? Highly convenient, highly convenient… so it's just your word and no witnesses…'

"He doesn't need witnesses Cornelius." Madame Bones interjected.

"Why is that Amelia?" He asked in a condescending tone.

"Because before the trial he came to me and asked to give a pensive memory for evidence. I extracted the memory myself." She said smiling down at Harry while taking the vile out of her pocket. "Shall we watch?" As Amelia Bones asked a pensive appeared in front of her. She emptied the contents into it, and then she tapped the edge. A screen appeared behind Harry and he craned his neck to see it.

His memories played out on the screen just like a muggle movie. Showing from where he taunted Dudley to where Mrs. Fig showed up.

It was weird watching it instead of living it. Harry hadn't realized just how much of the night he had given Madame Bones; he hadn't expected to see himself taunting his cousin and felt ashamed for doing it. As the first memory he had given faded away the second one appeared, the one that he had so many nightmares about, Voldemort's rebirth.

This memory started with him convincing Cedric to take the cup with him and going until Wormtail handed him his wand.

It was harder to watch this memory. He could feel the emotions rising up in his throat trying to choke him. Harry couldn't manage to look around to see how Wizengamot were reacting; he was too busy trying to hold back his emotions that were threatening to consume him whole. Just in time the memory faded only to bring up the next one, the one of Sirius' innocents.

This final memory began just after leaving Hagrid's and continued until just after Pettigrew escaped.

Harry could only hope now, hope that they would believe him about Voldemort, Sirus' innocents and his own innocents. The court room was silent and Harry couldn't bring himself to look at their faces.

"This… This is preposterous," Cornelius Fudge sputtered. "These memories can't be real!"

"Are you really going to argue that a 15 year old boy is skilled enough in mind magics to manipulate and create memories?" Madame Bones demanded.