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Title - Thank You Lord Voldemort

Chapter 4 - Surprise!

Harry's POV

As Harry, with a grumbling stomach, was walking down the crowded hallway to the entrance hall to meet up with Ron and Hermione before dinner he was suddenly pulled into an empty classroom. "What the ... "

He bit his tongue when he saw who it was. It was Professor Snape and he almost looked worried for some reason, a look that didn't really suit the usually stern-faced potions master. After telling Harry that he was going to be attacked by Voldemort soon he handed him a vial with a blue potion. It wasn't a potion he could ever remember seeing before.

After a stern warning from Snape, Harry nodded, took the vial and put it in his robes and headed out to find his friends. 'If I might die in thirty minutes I'm not wasting it.' He mused.

After finding Ron and Hermione out by door, he led the over to the lake and he began walking with them. He tried to remain calm, talking about quidditch and homework. Trying to leave as positive a memory as he could, he told Ron how great he was at keeper and Hermione how he wanted to look at her essay for charms since hers were always perfect. This earned him some warm smiles and he was reassured that his friends would at least have each other if he was gone.

Harry smirked when Ron started whining, "Can we go to the hall now I'm starving?"

Hermione sighed and shook her head and Harry smiled. 'If I do die, I'll miss them.'

The golden trio settled down at Gryffindor's table and Ron instantly dug into his food. Harry looked at his watch, a gift from Hermione, and saw that his thirty minutes were almost up. He decided to go with all deserts, if this might be his last meal he may as well enjoy it. He was eating a piece of pumpkin pie with whipped cream when he felt a twinge in his scar; 'Voldemort's close.' He felt for the vile in his robes and for his wand when his scar flamed up to an intense pain. He grabbed his forehead and gasped.

When Harry saw Voldemort enter the hall he also noticed the fear sweep through everyone. He knew that he had to keep Voldemort from hurting anyone else so he jumped up and charged at him. "Voldemort. You're mine. This is our duel not theirs. Let everyone else go."

Voldemort, of course, had a retort, which Harry ignored, and he quickly swallowed the potion as Voldemort spoke to everyone. 'Please work.'

Harry tried to hold his own in the duel and might have bested Voldemort if it weren't for his horde of death eaters. Once the death eaters had grabbed him from behind he knew it was over and he just hoped that the potion did what it was supposed to. He shut his eyes tightly as Voldemort spoke the curse. Some string of Latin words that Harry didn't understand.

When the curse hit him he was ready for the pain but it didn't come. He felt dizzy as the most awesome feeling of weightlessness swept over him, well that is until he fell face first onto the hard stone floor.

"Umph"

He lifted his head to see that he was in the great hall in the same place from where he had left but something wasn't right. The gasps around him and the lack of Voldemort told him he wasn't quite where he left from. The hall was filled with students who had apparently been enjoying a peaceful dinner when he showed up. They were all staring at him and several were pointing. He even thought he overheard some people commenting on his looks. He smirked inwardly at that.

He was relieved when the headmaster levitated him to the infirmary but he was a little nervous when the headmaster and several professors kept theirs wands trained on the young intruder.

"Now young man, I must ask, who are you and how did you get here?"

Harry looked around at the crowd of teachers that all had their wands directed at him. He noticed several unfamiliar faces. While he hadn't noticed a big difference in Headmaster Dumbledore, the other teachers, like Professors Sprout and McGonagall, looked much younger. 'I must be in the past.'

He decided to speak up quickly before he ended up hexed or worse. "Sir, I mean you no harm. I think I've time traveled somehow and am in the past. All of you look younger than you're supposed to."

The headmaster seemed to ponder this. "What is your name boy?"

Harry cringed at the term the headmaster used and then replied. "You probably shouldn't know my real name it could cause a paradox. In my time I'm a seventh year student and was in the great hall when this happened. What year is it sir?"

The teachers all looked doubtful of his words but a younger McGonagall answered, "It is 1977 young man."

Harry fainted.