AN: Sorry this is so late, I have a lot going on and it doesn't involve school work anymore…

Going Back to Change the Future

Emerald eyes popped open with a snap. He looked wearily around the room he was in and gave an inaudible sigh when he realized he was in the hospital wing. He knew that something bad had happened but he couldn't quite remember what. When the sound of a baby crying reached his ears, Harry shot upright, remembering what had happened. He didn't take into account that he may have been hurt before blinding pain tore through his abdomen and he cried out in pain. He sunk back against the pillows and listened to, through the haze of pain, footsteps rushing to him. One set of hands stretched him out flat against the bed, for he had curled into a ball, in an attempt to block the pain, and two other sets of hands held his arms and legs down. He would have struggled if he wasn't in so much pain.

"Open up dear, and drink this."

Harry barely recognized the voice of Poppy Pomfrey through his pain filled haze. He obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the potion that slid down his throat. Just as quick as it was there the pain was gone and his tense body relaxed and he let out a sigh of relief. His eyes were closed but he felt a hand brush hair from his face. He slowly opened his eyes to see concerned onyx eyes staring down at him. Severus was the last person in the world Harry thought would be at his side looking so concerned. He blinked at Severus owlishly.

"Is Mum…? Is Lily alright? What about the baby… and Da-James? Where did Voldemort go? How did we get back in Hogwarts? What happened after...?", Harry 's rasping was cut off by soft fingers stroking through his hair. He turned to the opposite side of himself to see Lily's smiling face starting down at him. Her eyes were a bit glassy, and dried tear tracks clung to her cheeks but she looked good. There were no injuries on her as far as Harry could tell, and she was smiling at him, with an emotion Harry didn't recognize in her eyes. A shaky sigh left his mouth and he allowed himself to relax against the pillows.

"As you can see, I'm perfectly fine Harry. The baby is fine and so is James."

Harry nodded his head the he heard and understood, before he rasped out.

"How did we get back to Hogwarts?"

"Well after you used your body as a human shield, Albus, the mutt and I found you unconscious at Lil- Mrs. Potters feet," Severus amended at Lily's harsh glare, "Mrs. Potter had gone into shock and the Dark Lord was nothing but a piled of clothes. I believe congratulations are in order you have defeated…"

Severus stopped when Harry started to shake his head.

"He will come back when I start fourth year. He will have help from one of his cowardly death eaters," Harry spat, "and I swear if I find him in this time, I'll kill him."

Lily, Albus, Severus, and Madam Pomfrey all looked a bit worried at his statement. In the months that Severus has roomed with the boy he had come to realize that Harry was a quiet and withdrawn individual. Severus was one hundred percent certain that Harry would not be able to threaten a fly, let alone kill it.

"Who is it that you have such animosity toward, my boy," Dumbledore asked curiously.

Harry's anger ebbed a bit as he pondered on whether or not to tell them. Before he could answer though, Harry decision was made for him when a rat-faced man walked shyly into the room. Upon seeing him, Harry forgot all about his injures, not feeling any pain at the moment due to the potion Madam Pomfrey gave him, and leaped from the bed. Wand at the ready, and a scowl that would have put Severus' to shame, Harry spat…

"You…"

Peter crouched in on himself and gave a shy hiss as he wondered what was going on.

"Harry," Lily screeched at him, "You lower you wand this instant. He is a friend. He's on our side."

"He is a death eater, the Dark Lords cowardly spy," Harry spat.

"No he isn't Harry, he is…"

"Show them or I'll hex you into oblivion."

Peter gave a soft whimper before he locked eyes with the young wizard who held him at wand point.

"Please…"

"Shut up! Show them your mark Pettigrew," Harry spat the others name vehemently.

Albus, Severus, and Lily's eyes shot up in surprise when Harry proclaimed the name of the man they thought were innocent. Peter whimpered again and tried to make a break for the door. Harry saw him beginning to shift into his animagus form and stunned the man with a furious shout of…

"Stupify!"

Peter's body hit the floor with a soft thud and Harry began to walk over to him when a gentle hand rested on his shoulder. Harry turned cold furious eyes onto the headmaster.

"…Now, now, my boy, there is no further need to frighten poor Mr. Pettigrew any longer."

Harry's eyes widened in outrage…

"Poor," he asked with venom leaking from his words. He wretched himself free of Albus and stalked over to Peter. He crouched down to the man's level, giving the shaking coward a scrutinizing look before he wandlessly cast a spell that only allowed Harry to move Pettigrew's left arm to yank his sleeve back to reveal Pettigrew's dark mark. Collective gasps sounded around the room, even in the corner where Harry hadn't realized that James Potter was currently resting, Sirius off to James' side.

Harry's scowl deepened and Severus was impressed with the boy when that the scowl alone had made the grown mad currently bound to the floor wet himself. A couple of people, including Harry himself, made a sound that sounded purely disgusted with the man. Harry got to his feet and delivered a swift kick to the man. Albus, who saw that things were getting steadily out of hand seen it fit to test a theory and beckoned Severus over to grab the enraged boy. Severus replied with a simple lift of his eyebrows before moving forward. Harry tensed when Severus wrapped his arms around Harry's midsection and relaxed when Severus only pulled him away from Petter's stupefied body. Visibly, Harry began to relax and he sagged wearily against Severus. When Severus set him down a ways away from Pettigrew, Harry unconsciously brought his hand up to rub at his now aching abdomen. Severus had grabbed him like that because he expected to have Harry fight against him. To say he was shocked when he felt the younger male sag into him was an understatement. He looked to Albus as if to say, 'You will explain later', before he stared at the spot on the floor where Pettigrew still laid. No one had seen Harry wince when his fingers brushed against his midsection; no one but Poppy of course, who had been watching her patient both curiously and wearily throughout his altercation. She finally moved to Harry's side when he swayed a bit and ushered him back to his hospital bed. Harry only now thought that it was ironic that he was to be in the hospital bed, again. It seemed that no matter where he went, he'd always need medical help. He chuckled when he realized that he was even in the same hospital bed Pomfrey from the future assigned as his.

Harry looked at everyone wearily. He didn't know where that outburst had come from. Maybe it had been Voldemort. Maybe he felt that he needed to blame someone for it. Feeling suddenly drained. Harry fell back into the soft pillows and kept a wary eye on the rat-faced man being hauled to his feet. Peter was shaking in fear and staring at the tired teen on the bed, all the while wondering how that particular teen could have possibly known that he was a death eater. No one knew, not his family, not his friends, so how did this kid? He gave one last look to Harry before he was dragged away from the hospital wing. Harry closed his eyes. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew that the future had changed somehow. Whether it was his presence or by pure coincidence Harry couldn't say. He was just drifting off to dreamland when a hand startled him awake. He opened his eyes to find himself looking into the eyes of his; soon to be, godfather. Grey stared at Emerald before Harry had to look away, a flash of Sirius' face, twisted in surprise and disbelief as he feel through The Veil in the Death Chamber of the Department of Mysteries. He held back an agonized sob, though unshed tears still welded in his eyes. Sirius noticed them, but misinterpreted them to something else. He patted Harry's head in sympathy, thinking that Harry was upset by the incident with Pettigrew. Harry stiffened upon the contact, but relaxed and let Sirius run soft fingers through his hair.

"Um… Mr. Young? I-I wanted to say thank you for saving my godson and his mother. I am in your debt…"

"As am I," a quiet voice came from the bed to Harry's left and Harry turned slowly to see James Potter lying in the bed. Harry studied the man he knew he would never get a chance to know properly. Hazel and emerald finally locked together and Harry looked away.

"You don't awe me anything," Harry said, breaking eye contact with James and reclosing his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look in the grey of Sirius' eyes, the one's that turned black as he fell lifeless into The Veil.

Harry eyes snapped open at that unwanted image and breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that Sirius was already at James Potter's side. Harry looked around to see that his mother was to his right in a chair holding a whimpering baby Harry. She had a slight frown on her face as she cooed and shushed the baby boy to no avail. Harry smiled slightly as he study Lily over. She was indeed alright, and that relieved him to no end. His eyes studied the room and he found a group of his would be professors chatting in a secluded corner. He sighed again when he realized that he could no longer stay there. He had a job to do and the battle with the Dark Lord made him realize what it is he must do. Slowly, shakily, Harry threw back the covers and hopped out of bed. He needed to leave without drawing too much attention to him, unfortunately he didn't take into account the figured dressed in all black whom was standing by the bed. Obviously Snape had cast a 'Notice Me Not' charm on himself and Harry was unfortunate enough to walk by him, alerting Snape to Harry impending absence. Snape lowered the charm and stepped directly in from of Harry who was walking like a wounded turtle. Startled, Harry halted short of colliding with the Professor. He glared daggers at the man before shaking his head as if to say, 'Please, don't ask', before brushing past him. Severus, however, either didn't get the hint or chose to ignore it as he asked in the most casual voice he could muster.

"…And where might you being going, Mr. Young?"

Harry sighed and turned irritated orbs onto the man.

"There is something I have to do that I can't do here. I finally figured out what it is I have to do."

"…and what, pray tell, might that be?"

Harry shrugged as if he didn't know, causing Severus to frown at him.

"If you do not know, Mr. Young, than might I ask what it is you are doing out of bed?"

Harry scowled then decided if he wanted to get anywhere we would have to tell Severus what it was he needed to do.

"Those Horcruxes, they need to be destroyed. I will not have anyone else die on my behalf. I shall save everyone."

Snape scowled…

"You can't save everyone, Potter."

Harry smiled at that. He remembered the same person in his time telling him the same exact thing.

"No I can't, but I can die trying."

Severus snorted…

"…Must be a Gryffindor."

"…Tried and true," Harry replied without missing a beat.

He didn't notice the person coming to him from his right, a wailing infant in her arms.

"At least stay until you heal, Harry."

Harry sighed, he knew there was no way that he'd be leaving tonight, not when both Snape and Lily decided that they would work together on something that they obviously would never agree upon anything together. A slender arm wrapped itself around Harry's shoulder and he looked up into onyx orbs. Harry sighed again when he was ushered back to his bed. He felt weird being led back to bed by the man that would normally scowl at him for being reckless and make him feel lower than dirt by a scathing remark. He shook his head again when he realized that Voldemort's early presence wasn't the only thing changed. Soft hands replaced calloused and pushed him back against the pillows. Irritated, but willing, Harry complied and found that he was more tired than he realized. He soon drifted off to sleep.

It took Harry longer than he would have licked to recover, though he was glad to be out of the hospital wing. Currently, he was in his room packing. He had planned a way to escape without anyone noticing that he was leaving. All he had to do was to wait for Severus to go to class. He didn't know how easy that would be though. He was just grabbing a shirt and tossing it into his suitcase when the main door slammed against the wall and a frantic cry for Severus interrupted him. Severus emerged from his lab, covered in a pink goop and scowling. The person halted in their tracks and stared at him, clearly fighting panic with amusement,

"What, Minerva, has got your knickers in a twist?"

Said woman frowned at him, clearly deciding that amusement was not enough to want to be in this horrid man's presence.

"My knickers are just fine. Albus wished me to inform you that Pettigrew escaped."

No one noticed the figure relaxed by the wall stiffen, or the temperature grow cold. They started to notice something was off when the windows startled to rattle and the books on the bookshelf start to drop loudly to the floor. Minerva looked over to the young man that was pushing himself off the wall in shock. Never had she seen so much power displayed by one so young.

"He got away," Harry asked in a dangerous voice.

Minerva sputtered and Severus smirked in nervous amusement.

"I should have killed him, the moment I laid eyes on him."

Severus snorted, all nervousness subsiding as if Potter had made a great joke to ease their minds.

"Oh, please, you couldn't hurt a fly if you chose too." He commented snidely.

"What makes you say that, Professor? You don't know me; you have no idea what I am capable of."

"You have lived here for the last three months, Potter. I think I'd qualify that as knowing you enough to observe that."

Harry ignored Snape's logic and turned to Minerva.

"Where did you lose him?"

She seemed to sputter for a moment before she gave an indignant huff.

"I have not lost anyone! Albus was the one who…"

Harry stared at her like she had grown an extra head. The rest of her words cut off by his thoughts. Could the head master really lose a bloody coward like Pettigrew? Could he have been willing to set a man who was a known death eater free? Wait, Snape was a known death eater wasn't he? And he had been living in this castle for… How long? Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Severus burst…

"You think Albus is foolish enough to let a death eater escape?"

The look Minerva gave him was one that spoke volumes. It was the look of: 'you're a known death eater aren't you.' Severus sighed and looked to Harry. The boy, no man, was shaking. His face was contorted in anger and rage slowly took over his body. The windows and shelves were still rattling dangerously.

"Young," but Minerva was cut off by Harry's cold hard voice.

"I should have killed him, I should have made sure I to wipe that stupid ratted grin off his pompous face."

Severus and Minerva bristled at the cold hiss of words tumbling from Harry's lips. Intense green eyes snapped to Minerva's and Harry asked in a near growl.

"Where was he lost?"

"Near the entrance hall, He turned into a rat and scurried into a whole."

One window popped and the shards rained down to the ground. Severus grumbled something before walking over to Harry and placing a hand on his shoulder. Harry relaxed and the rattling ceased. He stared in horror at what he had done. He knew then that the sooner he left the better. He wretched away from Severus' touch unconsciously and stalked back to his room. He packed his suitcase, which only had the items he had acquired in Hogsmeade throughout his stay, and exited his room. Severus' eyebrow shot up when he saw the suitcase.

"Where, pray tell, do you seem to be running off too?"

"I told you before that there was something I needed to do. It can no longer wait. I'm not sure if time altered itself due to my presence or if this is a freaky coincidence but I have to get to those Horcruxes before Voldemort rises again. I'm not sure when he is going to come back now, so I need to be prepared."

Harry gave Severus a sad look.

"Please, tell the headmaster that I shall keep in touch."

Severus stepped into Potter's way when Harry tried to get past. Harry lifted a surprised eyebrow that reminded Severus of his trademark.

"What are you doing?"

"I will be accompanying you on this little journey."

"Why, you hate me?"

"I do not hate you."

Harry sighed yet again when he mixed Severus' future self with his present one, or past one rather.

"But why go with me, you have a job here?"

"You think I want to sit in this castle and play lackey to Albus Dumbledore while teaching a bunch of dunderheads how to perfect a potion?"

"No, I guess not."

Severus turned to Minerva who had quitted and asked.

"Will you tell Albus that I have accompanied you Mr. P… Young, on his little adventure and we will keep in touch if necessary?"

Minerva nodded and both males left Severus' rooms.

Albus ran a weary hand down his face when Minerva came to him about twenty minutes later. He sighed and looked at Minerva, trying to judge if she had been seeing things or if her words were genuine.

"Are you sure, Minerva? Severus never would willing go and be a part of anything. He usually keeps to himself, what do you suppose made him want to go with young Mr. P… Young?"

"I am sure Albus. I watched them walk to the end of the anti-apperation ward and apperate. They told me also to tell you that they will keep in contact if necessary."

"Do you know what they said they were going to do? Where they were going?"

McGonagall nodded.

"They said something about, Horcruxes but I don't know what they are or what they meant by it."

Albus' eyes widened and he stared at Minerva

"You're absolutely sure?"

Minerva nodded again and Albus sank into his chair.

"Do you know how many they said?"

"No, Albus what is going on?"

Albus gave a heavy sigh, and ran his hand through his grey main.

"Oh Minerva, things are far worse than I feared."

Minerva looked at the headmaster solemnly before deciding that she would rather not know. Since she wasn't sure what to say to the man she just stared at him sympathetically.

The crack of apperation stung the air and an ebony haired young man stumbled upon landing. Next to him the raven haired man sniffed.

"You're very graceful aren't you, Potter?"

Harry chose to ignore the sour man and asked instead.

"Does anyone stay in Black manor?"

"…Of course, that mutt and his friends."

Angered at the comment, Harry rounded on Snape.

"Why did you come? Did you just want to have a crack at everything or do you think I am doing this for the glory?"

"Seriously, Potter, someone has to look out for you so that you do not do something idiotic."

A furious flush spread upon Harry's cheeks but he said nothing about the subject.

"Are they using Black manor for the Order of the Phoenix yet?"

Snape's eyebrow rose in a perfect arch and he stared the young man down. Harry huffed impatiently.

"Well", he snapped, "has it or not?"

"No, Albus was only just thinking of asking Black to use it. You know far too much of the future Harry."

"You have no idea," Harry muttered under his breath, "I have to find a way into Grimmauld Place, there is a house elf there, Kreacher, who has one of the items we are looking for."

"Why don't you just tell Potter Sir who you are? It would make this a whole lot easier."

"I can't, the less people to know who I am the better. I didn't even want you to know, or Lily; no one but Dumbledore because he could take care of himself. Not saying that you can't and besides do you think he would believe me if I wasn't under Veritaserum?"

"True enough. So I assume that you have a plan?"

Harry shook his head.

"No, I usually just wing it. That wasn't such a good idea last time though; I got everyone killed with my incompetence."

"That is ridicules. Who told you that?"

Harry looked at Severus dead in the eye never breaking eye contact.

"You did, or you will. You are, or will be, very good at insulting me and putting me down."

Harry sighed, "So do you have any ideas?"

Snape looked at him like he had lost his mind, though he did suggest just going into the house and asking for it. Harry turned the same look on him moments later.

To be continued

Sorry everyone I didn't want to end it there but I just got some disturbing news and I just can't type any more. It is sort of an advantage though. So do you thing I should tell James and Sirius about Harry and what do you think should happen/ or want to see in the next chapter? This will probably be the only time I do this, I really want to know if you think it will be a good idea for them to know and I will incorporate it into the story. Any ideas? Please don't forget to review, they keep me writing. I can't promise an early update but I will get to the next chapter ASAP. Things are hectic now and I am trying also to write a Kuroshitsuji fic as well and this arc seems to jump out at me, Kuroshitsuji is making progress. Oh, and if this story or any story of mine gets deleted, feel free to e-mail me and I will give you the address to the sight I am posting on. I refuse to edit any of my fics and if they are deleted I will not be on fan fiction anymore, sorry to say, though I hope you guys will still review. Please don't forget for this chappy and if you get a chance please tell me what you think of the HP short Adhere, its mine so you don't have to go far to look for it: . Anyhow, enjoy…

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