Harry Potter and the Power of the Past
Disclaimer: All JKR's, not mine.
Summary: This is a complete AU- Harry Potter is a 21-year-old wizard, who's on top of the world. He's rich, in love, and loved by all, but his life is turned upside down as a spiral of events leads to the ultimate battle between good and evil. Can Harry lead the fight for the light, but yet manage to keep his life together?
A/N: Thanks for the reviews everybody. Oh, and review again!
S/N: I decided to cut a chapter in half, so here's the first part of it, and the second part will be the next chapter. It should only be two chapters till the wedding, and then a few more chapters until the action starts: maybe around chapter 18 or 19. Like I said before, there are going to be quite a few time skips, like a month or two so be prepared. And I also thought some of you might like the little "Ronks" scene I threw in here.
S/N 2: So yeah, remember names…names are important, especially in this chapter and the next one. A lot of names are being dropped. Everything I say comes back in one form or another. And little details that might seem small might not necessarily be.
Chapter 13: Laugh at a voice
After the tour, the night passed by with laughter and joy. That was pretty much the two families; Andromeda and Ted for Nymphadora, and Remus and Sirius for Harry. Sure, Cedric, Viktor, Roger and the others were family, but not in the same way as parents, godfathers, and uncle figures. The night went by so fast that, before anyone knew it, the wedding day was breathing down on them, as Thursday came around, and with it, Harry's stag party and Tonks' hen night.
"So this is part of what you had planned?" Harry questioned, as Cedric pushed him out of his flat. Sirius, Viktor, Roger, Shacklebolt, and Remus sat in the background, waiting anxiously for the wizard to leave. "For me to go get liquor for my own party? How is that fair?"
"Because you're the one with the most money?" Cedric questioned rhetorically, forcing Harry out into the hall. Harry was barely an inch taller than him, but not much more powerfully built, so physically they were of the same size, making it easy to throw Harry out.
"No, I'm not, that's Viktor or…" The door slammed shut in Harry's face, leaving him in the cold—so to speak. "Roger." He finished in a whisper. Sighing, he marched over to the elevator, pushed the down button, and waited for the ding. It better be worth it, he thought to himself.
An hour later, Harry walked out of the elevator, bags of wizarding cocktails shrunken in his pockets. As he neared his door, he heard the voices of many of his friends from behind it, each laughing about something that they had planned. Throwing open the door, his eyes shifted around the room, gazing upon all of his friends: there was Neville Longbottom, Fred and George Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Theodore Nott, Albus Dumbledore, Rubeus Hagrid, Ted Tonks, Lilyre Moon, Terry Boot, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Viktor Krum, Roger Davies, Cedric Diggory, Wayne Hopkins, and a few members of the English Quidditch team.
They all waved to him, as his eyes moved over to the table that they had set up, which was lined with tons of food, drinks, cocktails, and spirits: there were bottles of Butterbeer Amber, jugs of Currant Rum, and flacons of Voicen's Vodka. Rolling his eyes, he turned and put the shrunken bags down on the counter. Before he knew it, however, his body was frozen stiff, and he was being dragged into the center of the living room, where Roger was spooning a potion into a glass from a small, steaming cauldron. He felt Sirius' arms wrap around him, as Roger handed Cedric the glass, and the wizard began to walk towards him; a mad grin on his face.
"What? What is that?" Harry gasped, sniffing the air. Then, as if a gust of wind blew it into his nostrils, a most recognizable smell entered his nose; he immediately recognized it for what it was. "No, no, please don't." He cried, hoping that they wouldn't pour the bubbly liquid down his throat. It was none other than Polyjuice potion: the potion that would turn him into anyone they so desired.
"Ready?" Cedric grinned, throwing a brown hair into the concoction. With a gurgle, it turned into a bubble-gum pink color, and with its smell, it looked as if it was muggle Pepto-Bismol. "You say you want to live with Tonks for the rest of your life, right? Well," He smiled, his gaze turning to everyone in the room, each holding a broad smile of their own. "Let's see if you can live as her for the next hour or so, okay? If you could be so kind as to do the honors, Sirius, I think we can get this party started." Sirius nodded, pulling Harry's head back, and opening up his mouth. Harry struggled for a second or two, before he realized it was a losing battle and gave in. "Enjoy!" Cedric cooed in an all too sweet voice as he forced the potion down Harry's throat.
Harry's stomach began to churn as the potion entered it; it's heavy and disgusting texture making it worse. Then he felt a pulse deep inside him, as the potion started to change him. He became shorter, becoming five and a half feet tall for the first time since he was in his third year at Hogwarts. His hair, which was once shoulder length and black, elongated and turned a brownish color. The creamy skin tone that he had, changed into a darker, although still light, complexion. Finally, his eyes, nose, and other features changed as well, as he changed into a woman.
"Is that Tonks' natural form?" Neville questioned, as the group looked over to Ted. Being her father, he was pretty much the only person, other than Harry, to see Nymphadora in her natural state.
"Yeah," Ted nodded, a small smirk on his face as looked over to Nymphadora-like Harry. "That's her, all right. That's Dora." He said, as laughter rushed up in his gut, the situation being uncannily hysterical.
"So how do you feel, Tonks? Oops," Roger joked in mock seriousness. "I mean Harry, yeah, that's what I mean."
"Funny." Harry muttered, wondering how he was going to get himself out of this one. He could run away and wait it out, he could go into his magic room and find a reversal potion, or he could stay and let his friends have a good time at his expense. He knew which option he would pick, since, after all, Viktor and Roger both went through it when they were getting married.
Remus strolled over to Harry, putting his arm around the wizard's—polyjuiced into witch—shoulders. "You know, Tonks, if things don't work out with you and Harry, you're always welcome to give me a call." Remus said, making the room roar with laughter. Harry sighed, grabbed a butterbeer amber—which had much more 'zip' than a normal butterbeer—and dropped onto the couch, allowing what was to come, come.
"You're not sitting very lady-like, Tonks." Cedric said, noticing Harry's slouching. Harry grinned as the others laughed, held the bottle of butter beer towards Cedric, and took a large chug, accepting his fate. Cedric smiled down at his best friend, and held his bottle in the air. "To Harry Potter," He called out, gesturing to the man. "And his lose of freedom after he gets married."
"Here, here." The all said in unison, taking a sip out of their respected drinks.
"I'm surprised you didn't invite Cornfoot or Smith, since, after all, this is rag on Harry night, right?" Harry questioned, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, we did!" Cedric answered, taking a seat. The others stood around, either listening to the conversation or silently talking amongst each other. "But we came to the conclusion they're probably too busy looking in the mirror, telling each other how great they are." Again, the group, minus Sirius (who didn't understand the joke), though including Harry, bursted out in laughter—even Dumbledore had a small smile on his aged face.
Stephen Cornfoot was a pureblooded wizard in Harry's year at Hogwarts, who, like Harry, was in Ravenclaw, too. Being exceptionally clever, he was always trying to outdo Harry, wanting to prove himself as the superior wizard. He was a man who was exceedingly arrogant, incredibly talented, and unfortunately unlucky—what with being sorted into Ravenclaw, where Harry was, preventing him from being Prefect and, in turn, Headboy. If the boy had been in any other house, he would have had a much better chance of outdoing Harry, but he was far outshined by the Boy Who Lived when being in the same house.
His best friend, Zacharias Smith, was no better. Being even more arrogant and pretentious than Stephen, the wizard (who came from a long line of purebloods rumored to be descendants of Helga Hufflepuff) was on the verge of being belligerent and downright cruel to people. He was a skeptic of the greatest kind, questioning everything someone does if it goes against what he would do. Though he spoke loudly, he didn't carry a big stick to back it up: he was an average wizard at best. He and Stephen, while in Hogwarts, always seemed to get into tiffs with Harry and others, either out of jealousy or pure dislike of one another.
Sirius, on the other hand, furrowed his brows, as his eyes rolled around the room, searching and scanning. He knew that, without a doubt, Harry's animagus friend was here, enjoying the party. The thought, which had turned into an obsession over time in his half mad mind, was nagging him, eating away at his brain, begging to be solved, to be figured out. It was like a puzzle: the pieces were there, but their places needed to be spliced together. Since Harry had told him that he didn't know the man, he was able to whittle the list down to four—the four people at the party that he only knew of their family names or didn't know at all.
His first thought was Lilyre Moon: a Hufflepuff in Harry's year who seemed to have a calm and innocent air about him, the others were able to have an easy conversation when he was around—his best friend was Wayne Hopkins, with him having been a Hufflepuff, as well. But then there was Terry Boot, who happened to be a Ravenclaw, a clever boy who had spent more than enough time around Harry to secretly become an animagus with the man. Wayne Hopkins and Theodore Nott were also contenders, though they seemed less likely, as something about them gave Sirius a feeling that it wasn't them—for Theodore it was probably the fact that he was a Slytherin that gave Sirius that feeling. Neville Longbottom had entered Sirius' mind for a second, before the man threw it out, knowing that he, unfortunately, wasn't a good enough wizard to be classed with Remus and Cedric like Harry had said the wizard was. Sirius gave one last look around the room, scanning it again, before shaking his head, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, and returning to the party's festivities.
Meanwhile, the hen's party was going much the same way. The girls—Nymphadora, her mother, and a few of her friends—were at The Three Broomsticks, enjoying a drink to start the night. After ordering the drinks, Andromeda pushed over a white box with a red bow on top of it to Nymphadora, settling it in front of the metamorphmagus. "What's this?" Her daughter questioned, looking at her mother quizzically.
"It's something me and your father wanted to give you." Andromeda smiled, motioning for Nymphadora to open it up. Doing as she was told, Nymphadora unwrapped the bow, opening up the package slowly. Inside was one of the most beautiful and expensive gifts she had ever received. It was a silver tiara, with a floral design, and encrusted with pink, yellow, and blue diamonds; there was writing engraved on the inside part of it, though Tonks couldn't make out what it said. "I was hoping you would wear this on your wedding day. I wore it on my wedding day to your father over twenty-eight years ago." Andromeda whispered, as Nymphadora took the tiara out of the box.
"Mother," Nymphadora muttered, her eyes examining every part of the gift. "This is beautiful." She moved her hands up to the top of her head, and gently placed the tiara on top of her, batting her eyelashes as if she were a queen. Unsurprisingly, the tiara fit perfectly, as if it was forged just for her. "How do I look?"
"Gorgeous, my darling daughter." Andromeda replied, tears coming into her eyes. It was the first time that she realized that she would be losing her daughter. It hit her like a ton of bricks that her baby girl was all grown up; she was a beautiful, intelligent woman, who was going to marry and move away with the man of her dreams.
"Wow, Tonks." Lisa smiled, as the rest of the table turned towards the bride to be. Tonks flashed them a grin, moving her head in different poses as to show off the tiara.
"Where did you get that, Tonks?" A woman with long, silvery hair said, staring at the tiara with her wide, light green eyes that shined like a green pearl. Gaetana Robards was the daughter of the high-level auror Gawain Robards and an Italian witch who was an ambassador for the Italian Ministry of Magic to the British Ministry of Magic. She was an old friend of Tonks' from way back in her Hogwarts days, and hadn't seen the woman in a few months; for she worked at the Italian Ministry of Magic all the way over in Italy.
"My mom gave it to me." Nymphadora replied, giving her mother a kiss on the cheek and a big, one-armed hug. "Thank you, I love it." She whispered softly. She looked back up to her friends, taking a sip out of her glass and raising it up into the air. "Let's get this party started!"
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A big, burly wizard said as he made his way over to the group; his sloppy tongue licking his pink, bearded lips. "If it isn't the most beautiful witches I've ever seen." His beady black eyes flicked to Tonks, who stared up at him blankly. "Especially you, doll." He turned around and let out a laugh to his friends, who sat a booth on the other side of the room, watching the exchange intensely. "So what do you say me and my friends come and join your little group?"
"No, that's okay." Hermione said, shaking her head in the negative. She never knew there were guys, wizards, still around like this: disgusting and chauvinistic. The people she associated with, the man she married, would never act like that. "Girl's night out, you know?" She replied, hoping he would get the message and leave. The other girls, she noted, seemed to be taking it a lot more lighthearted than she, showing their differences, mainly their less seriousness to life.
"What's the occasion?" He questioned, his gaze running over the women. They're all attractive, he thought to himself, even the book nerd with the bushy brown hair.
"She's getting married." Lisa replied, pointing to Tonks.
"Oh, are you?" The man asked, cocking an eyebrow. At Tonks' nod, he shook his head, clearly disappointed. "That's a shame, here I thought I had a chance. You sure you don't want a much more powerful, and probably better looking wizard to be your husband?"
"You? Better looking? More powerful?" The girls laughed, amazed at the ego of the man. "You do realize who it is she's marrying, don't you?" Gaetana inquired, wondering just how stupid and uninformed the guy was.
"How would I know?" The man sneered, not liking the fact that they were laughing at him. He was a ranger at the Welsh Dragon reserve, he took care of some of the most dangerous creatures on Earth, how dare they laugh at him! He could crush them with a simple flick of his wand, yet they risked his wrath?
"It's Harry Potter." Hermione stated, watching as the man's eyes bulged. Gone was the confidence, however undeserved it was, and in its place was fear: cold hard fear.
"The…Harry Potter?" He repeated slowly, as he backed away in said fear. He was no fool, he heard of Potter's exploits as a Hitwizard; he was feared when it came to the wizards who were on the run. Plus, with the man's legacy of surviving a killing curse, he wouldn't chance running into trouble.
"The one and only." Tonks grinned, almost mockingly.
"I'm sorry that I bothered you." He said frightfully. "Please don't tell him about this." He begged, turning around and running back to his table, where he slid into the booth, and whispered to his friends. A few seconds later they all threw a few sickles on the table, and left the pub, never looking back.
Finally, at long last, Harry changed back into his natural body, leaving behind Tonks' form. His friends had had their fun making cracks at him, calling him Nymphadora and the like, but now he could enjoy his party to the fullest. He cracked open another bottle of butterbeer amber, chugging it down in one gulp, loving the chill that ran over him. Cedric motioned him over to the group, where they were all huddled around a table, a bottle of Voicen's vodka and a few glasses in the center of it. Voicen's vodka was a wizarding drink from Sweden that had a number of random effects on the drinker's voice; they could lose it completely, scream uncontrollably, babble on for a few minutes, speak a different language, or even change the sound of their voice. There was really no structure to it, for the effects were different for everyone.
"Who's taking a shot with me and Harry?" Cedric asked, pouring a shot worth of Voicen's in two glasses: one for him and one for Harry. "Neville? Roger? Theo?" He poured three more as they nodded, each with an enthusiastic look on their face. "Weasleys?" He said, pouring another two glasses for the twins.
"Uhh hmm." Sirius coughed, cocking an eyebrow. Cedric smiled, filling up another two glasses for Sirius and Remus. Viktor gave a slight nod of his head, to which Cedric answered by pouring another glass. Finally, when there were only two people left that hadn't answered yet, the group turned to them.
Albus and Ted looked at each other, as if they were having a silent conversation. "Young people." Ted muttered, sliding the glass that was in front of him down to Cedric. Dumbledore slid his down a second later, making the room cheer. Cedric counted down from three, and then upon reaching one, they all lifted their glasses and down the clear liquid. It stung their throats, as the magic of the drink began to take affect, twisting and bending their vocal cords.
"Whoa!" Roger croaked, swallowing a few times. His throat seemed to swell and freeze for a few seconds, before disappearing, as if nothing had happened. "That's wicked."
"What?" Harry asked, his voice coming out as loud as a scream. It was as if he was in terrible danger, yelling out for whatever help that was near. "You're speaking…Dutch, or something."
"And you're screaming." Sirius told him, laughing slightly. He frowned, however, as no one reacted. Trying again, he sighed when the same results happened: nothing came out, like he was silenced by a spell.
"I think Sirius lost his voice." Remus nodded, having noticed the man trying to talk. The werewolf's voice was as high as a little girl's, which was awkward coming from a man who had gray streaks in his hair. Everyone laughed, realizing the strangeness of the situation.
After a few minutes, the effects wore off, and Ted and Dumbledore headed to the fireplace. "Thanks for the invite, Harry. You guys have fun." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling as green flames sprung to life, transporting him out of the loft, back to his office.
"I'll see you tomorrow, son." Ted said, giving Harry a hug. "Don't get into too much trouble tonight." His eyes flicked to the younger guys that were still standing by the table, pouring another round of shots. "Have fun."
Author's note: Here is the revised list of students in Harry's year. I've added Kevin Entwhistle into Gryffindor, taking Harry's place, with Harry taking his place in Ravenclaw. As for some of the names you don't recognize, all of the last names are taken from the "Harry Potter and Me" interview, in which JKR showed the camera her notes on the students in Harry's year. The first names of the students, however, are my creation (like Lincola, Lilyre, Arethusa, and Calgary). Next chapter, I'll put up which ones are purebloods, halfbloods, and muggleborns.
GryffindorBoys- Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and Kevin Entwhistle.
Girls- Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Sophie Roper, Arethusa Rivers.
RavenclawBoys- Harry Potter, Stephen Cornfoot, Michael Corner, Terry Boot, Anthony Goldstein.
Girls- Lisa Turpin, Mandy Brocklehurst, Su Li, Padma Patil, Morag MacDougal.
HufflepuffBoys- Ernie Macmillan, Wayne Hopkins, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Lilyre Moon, Zacharias Smith.
Girls- Megan Jones, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Sally-Anne Perks, Calgary Runcorn.
Slytherin
Boys- Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini.
Girls- Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Millicent Bulstrode, Lincola Spinks.