I'm so sorry this is late. My muse decided that it wanted to go on vacation the day I wanted to update. But I have made this one longer, (hopefully) than the rest to make up for it! Now, without further delay…

Going Back to Change the Future

A young man with orange hair stood outside of a home in Godric's Hollow. This man stared sadly at the home of the people he once called friends. He stared sadly as a young woman appeared with her back to the window. He cringed, afraid that he had been caught, only to discover the one person who could not tell on him staring at him from the window. Young Harry Potter, stared at the man curiously as his mother patted him on the back. Tear tracks slowly dried on the baby's face as he watched the strange man watch his mother from the window. The man, with the rat face, smiled a sad smile as he raised a hand to wave at the baby. The baby looked on curious for a moment only to scrunch up his little face and wail to the heavens. The smile faded from the man's face and he scrambled to hide as the woman turned to look out the window, finally sensing eyes on her back. Deciding that the open window gave her the creeps, Lily Potter closed the blinds. Peter Pettigrew sighed heavily. No one had known that he had known what he was. No one had known that he had taken the Dark Mark, No one knew that he had been afraid, and now that the Dark Lord was gone he, he had no one; he was alone. A lone tear ran down his cheek at the loss of his friends; people who were like family to him. With a sigh, he transformed into his animagus form and scurried across the lawn. As he hurried to inform the closest of the inner circle of their lords' fall, Pettigrew couldn't help but wonder how a young man, he had never seen before, had not only known his name, but that he was a Death Eater. He couldn't figure it out. But he would try. He wouldn't rest until he did; and he would figure it out; eventually.

Severus awoke to the smell of bacon. At first; he frowned, trying to figure out where he had smelled it before. Eventually, he remembered that this smell was from childhood, when his mother used to prepare breakfast for his 'no good self-centered father' and himself. When his musing passed, he wondered who in the world would be cooking in his kitchen, (of all places.) He crept down the stairs, and peered into the kitchen to see Harry preparing breakfast. His eyes roamed slowly down Harry's body. Harry had his back turned to Severus and Severus could see Harry's body shaking as it stirred whatever was on the stove. He found his eyes roaming down Harry's broad back, dipping as the tight blue shirt Harry was wearing dipped. His eyes rested on Harry's firm buttock and he snapped himself out of his stare with a sneer and a scoff.

"What are you doing Potter," he said harsher than he meant to cover up the crack in his voice.

Harry started and turned around to look at Severus.

"Making breakfast; it's sort of an apology for waking you last night."

A surprised look crossed Severus' face as he wandered over to the counter. He peered over at the stove and amazement overtook him. One pilot had bacon sizzling in a frying pan while a pancake magically turned itself over. Another pan was laden with scrambled eggs that were warming and Harry reached over the bacon to stir them. Severus' stomach gave an involuntary grumble, impatient to be fed. Harry, who tensed at the close proximity of his soon to be potions professor, gestured to the kitchen table.

"Have a seat, Pro… Severus, I'll serve in a moment."

Again, Severus' eyes widened comically and he strolled over to the table and had a seat. By the time Harry piled both of their plates with breakfast, Severus wore his usual scowl and Harry unconsciously tensed. He set a plate down in front of Severus, who studied his meal with a critical eye. Once he was satisfied, he picked up the knife and fork Harry just placed in front of him and cut into a fluffy pancake. Once he swallowed a bit of everything, Severus said:

"Wow, if you cook this good, you must be great with potions."

Harry, who had been tense, waiting for Severus' criticism, relaxed considerably and barked laughter; his cheeks turning a flush pink in pleasure. When he gained control of his laughter, he glanced at Severus, who had an eyebrow perfectly arched and a deep scowl on his face. Harry sobered, choking back laughter.

"Sorry… Sorry, it's just… in my time you call me an incompetent dunderhead. If you, um, from the future, could hear yourself, I'm sure you would have, um, throttled yourself."

"I see you're articulate too," Severus said sarcastically. Harry burst out into another fit of giggles.

"Yeah," He said between laughter, "You say that a lot too in my time."

Severus scoffed, but said nothing for a long while. When his meal was finished, Severus cleared his throat.

"So, I assume you had a plan to infiltrate Malfoy Manor?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Meaning…?"

"Well, I know that you guys are close. I was hoping that you could just go and ask them for it."

"Absolutely, not!"

"But," Harry began but Severus cut him off.

"No! You do not go up to another Death Eater and ask for an item the Dark Lord purposefully gave some else."

"…Why not?"

"It's just isn't done!"

Harry seemed to think a moment.

"Well, I could always go, they won't know who I am for, what, another eleven years in my time?"

"You are aware that it will be dangerous?"

"Yeah, but I could always say something like, 'I'm a death eater in training and the Dark Lord asked me to take the book from Malfoy manor to prove my loyalty."

"That would never work."

"…Why not?"

"There is no such thing as a Death Eater in training. You either want to be a Death Eater or you do not, it is quite simple."

Harry looked thoughtful again.

"Well, you could always go. You could say that the Dark Lord instructed you to take the book and put it in a safe place until he arose again. They can't question that; but, if they do, you could always ask him how else you would know of the books existence. The worst thing that could happen would be that you are exposed as a spy, though I doubt that would happen."

Severus sighed.

"Very well, but when all hope is lost, I will blame you."

"Well, if worse comes to worst, we could steal it the old fashioned way, but we aren't even sure if Malfoy has it."

"If Lucius does not possess it, I will find out who has it, and we will work from there, that is if I 'fail to be discovered."

"Hmm, I could have gone with you. But I don't have the invisibility cloak. I'm sure Dad has it in this time. I don't know of any spells that would make me invisible; do you?"

Severus shook his head negative.

"Well, that idea is out. I will just have to wait it out. If you are exposed, then I know I will have to go and steal it. And we need the element of surprise for that. That means that I will have to take a trip to Godric's Hollow for the invisibility Cloak. I hope it doesn't come to that."

"Yes, let us hope."

Severus rose from the kitchen table and sat his dishes in the sink.

"I shall go in a little while. I want to get this over with by lunch."

"I'll have that ready for you when you get back… and some whiskey, I'm sure you'll need it."

Severus nodded.

Three hours later, Severus found himself sitting on a sofa in Malfoy Manor. Stiffly, he listened to Narcissa Malfoy praise her four month old baby, Draco. Severus coughed politely but it did nothing to stop Narcissa from droning on about her son, to Severus' dismay. Severus quickly grew to want to throttle Potter, from the future. Narcissa trailed off mid praise when she noticed Severus wasn't paying attention.

"Severus, are you quite well? You seem to be distracted."

Severus was saved from answering by a light tap on the door. Narcissa looked puzzled but handed Draco to a nearby house elf and wondered to the door. A house elf already had it open and was bowing to the person on the other side. Narcissa came forward cautiously and peered around the door. Surprise lit her features.

"Wormtail," she asked surprised, "What are you doing here?"

Pettigrew shied away from her but answered:

"Is Mal… Lucius around?"

"He shall be down in a moment. He is preparing for an audience with the Dark Lord. Is that why you have come? Is he here?"

"I have come on the Dark Lords behalf, but he is not here. Lucius must be interrupted, for his preparation is for nothing."

"Oh, and what does that mean?"

Pettigrew flinched, eyes darting wildly around the room.

"Relax, the only other person, besides Draco, here is Severus and I'm sure you don't have to be secretive with him."

Pettigrew relaxed a little and Narcissa lead him into the sitting room. He inclined his head to Severus in greeting before resting in a chair. Severus inclined his back. Narcissa turned to the house elf flanking her.

"Put Draco in the play pen and fetch Lucius."

The house elf gulped audible.

"Dobby will be getting Master right away Mistress."

"See that you do."

Dobby disappeared with a pop. Pettigrew snorted at the clear terror that radiated off of the house elf, but otherwise the three remained in quiet until Lucius arrived fuming.

"This better be important, woman," he spat the words at her.

She scoffed at him, but before she could defend herself, Pettigrew jumped up off the couch and made a beeline for Lucius.

"He is gone, Lucius. He is gone."

"Who, you incompetent imbecile..."

Severus flinched, he knew who.

"The Dark Lord, he has fallen."

"Impossible! If this is one of your jokes, I will personally see to it that the Dark Lord castrates you."

Pettigrew flinched and cowered away. Severus, in the meantime was thinking, maybe he could play along with this; that is if Pettigrew didn't know he'd been present to see the Dark Lord ashes. In true battle mode, Severus sprung up and stalked over to the cowering Pettigrew, robes bellowing unconsciously behind him.

"If you are lying Pettigrew," he spat the name as if it left a fowl taste in his mouth, "I will personally incarcerate you so you can be hauled off to the Dark Lord."

Pettigrew shrank back even more, shielding his chest and half of his face from view in a show of submission.

"But master has fallen. James told me that a boy from the future vanquished him. He said that the boy saved him and Lily's life and the life of their child."

"And you believe, Potter," Lucius spat!

Pettigrew nodded.

"I have been through his lair. It is barren. The Dark Lord hasn't been there for a while. All of the others say they have not heard from him in days, me included. What of you, Severus."

"I have not been contacted in months. The last order I received from the Dark Lord was to take something from one of the Death Eaters and keep it safe. He said no one would suspect it being right under that fool of a headmaster's nose, should something happen to him."

"What was this item, Severus," Lucius asked curiously.

"Oh, come now, Severus. Surely you aren't weary of me."

Severus balked then frowned hard.

"Well he did tell me I was resourceful enough to figure out who had it. I wonder if he had known that the entire load of Death Eaters would have known who had it," he muttered; seemingly under his breath.

"Well, what is it then?"

"I am only to tell the members of the inner circle. I am sorry, Cissy."

Narcissa bristled, but Lucius' out raged cry startled the three of them.

"Oh, come now! You don't think Narcissa would go blabbing to the universe, do you."

"Of course not, but I am on orders. If the Dark Lord were to appear tomorrow, he would not be happy that I have shared the information with just anyone."

"Severus, the Dark Lord would never know you told me. You think I would go parading around with information I know I am not supposed to have."

Severus appeared to be thinking, and Narcissa, as well as Lucius, smirked in triumph. Then, Severus seemed to get a look on his face before onyx orbs turned to face Pettigrew, who flinched and cowered under the intense black glaze.

"…And what of you, Pettigrew?"

"It would be wise of you to keep your mouth shut. Surely he would want no harm to come to his person should he reveal certain things to the Dark Lord."

"I would be praised," he started to say but Lucius sneer and stepped forward.

"Oh yes, you shall be praised. The Dark Lord will show you mercy and kill you quickly, that is how you would be praised; because you wouldn't be able to stop all three of us from sharing personal secrets, and I doubt the Dark Lord would want such a weakling on our side. Isn't that right, Cissy?"

"Quite, I can imagine him ripping your heart out of your chest, just for that."

Severus concealed a snort as he watched the other man shake with fear and wondered how the sod got into Gryffindor; obviously not for his bravery.

"Then I trust the shaking means you will hold your tongue?"

Pettigrew nodded.

"Good then. What is the item you are searching for Severus?"

"…A diary?"

Lucius eyes widened.

"Diary, are you certain?"

"Of course I am; do you think I would joke with something involving our Lord," Severus sneered

Lucius thought a moment and then shook his head.

"What does it look like?"

Again, Severus gave a weary start.

"Oh come now, you've told us this much."

Severus sighed.

"It is black leather bound, and the pages are empty."

"I know who possesses said book; but, the Dark Lord specifically told said person not to entrust the book to anyone unless he instructed."

Severus scoffed.

"How else would I know of the book if the Dark Lord himself had not told me?"

Lucius looked thoughtful.

"Perhaps, you found out from another?"

"Who…? He wouldn't even tell me who had the book let alone where to find it!"

Lucius nodded, satisfied.

"Very well, I shall contact this person and retrieve it for you."

Severus snorted.

"There is no need to be subtle. I know you have the book, Lucius."

Lucius started.

"You have no proof," he stated nastily.

"I find it most intriguing that he would tell you where its location was. But not the person he has sent to hide it. Curious, yes?"

"Fine," Malfoy spat, "Yes, I have the damn book, gave me a moment while I retrieve it for you."

And while Lucius went to retrieve the book, Pettigrew grew bold enough to approach Severus and stammered.

"I… If I may ask, why… Why are you here, Severus?"

Severus cursed internally as Narcissa turned prying eyes on him.

"Honestly, it's not like it is uncommon for me to be here," Severus said, thinking quickly, "It has just been a long time since we've been together. I thought I'd pay visit. Though, if my presence is no longer welcome here…"

"Of course it is and we… I, am happy that you came today Severus. Lucius and I have been talking. We were wondering if you would do us a great honor and become Draco's godfather."

Severus's eyes widened comically. Narcissa choked back a snort and Pettigrew gave a sound between a snort and a hiccup. Severus paid him no heed as he looked deep into Narcissa's eyes.

"Me," he asked astonished, "Why?"

"You are our dear friend, Severus, who better than to ensure the life of our child too?"

"Indeed," Lucius said as he reappeared clutching a leather bound book, "So what do you say, Severus? Will you become caretaker to our little one should something happen to us?

Severus sputtered for a moment. After a long moment, weighing the consequences of accepting and declining the offer, Severus agreed; albeit reluctantly.

"Good, here you are, Severus."

Severus took the book with a mental sigh. Now that he had what he came for, he wanted to leave. He knew that would look suspicious; however, so he turned and looked fully at Lucius, pocketing the journal swiftly.

"I have a few hours before I must leave; care to catch up or are you busy frightening house elves?"

Lucius chuckled and engaged Severus into conversation. Eventually, Narcissa called a house elf to bring Draco and Severus got to hold his newly appointed godson before he looked at the time, blanched, and made excuses for departure. 'Albus would have been proud at this performance', he thought to himself as he apperated back to Spinner's End.

Meanwhile, Harry was pacing the length of Spinner's End. Severus was three hours late to lunch and Harry started to worry. He started to think that maybe they hadn't gone over all the things that could have happen had Severus been caught. He started mulling over the consequences in his head and stopped mid turn. It was plan in his face, and Harry wondered why it never came to him before. If Severus was exposed as a spy, he could have easily been executed. Harry cringed; worry pulling deep in his gut. He would be responsible for another friend's death. He would be responsible for another life. He tried to tell himself that he didn't care, but he knew that this Severus wasn't the same Severus he had the misfortune of knowing in his time. True they were very similar, but what could he expect when both were one and the same. Harry ran a tense hand through his hair. He would have started pacing again but a crack that sounded suspiciously like apperation could be heard from beyond the door. Harry tensed and with fast reflex, grabbed his wand and had it pointed to the door, moments before it opened. The stunning jinx was on the tip of his tongue when he caught sighed of neat black hair and dark robes. Harry hesitated, but an audible sigh of relief rushed from his mouth (before he could stop it) at the sight of Severus. Said man had turned fully, starting in surprise as onyx met relieved emerald.

"You know, had I been the Dark Lord, or any other Death Eater, I'd have skinned you alive by now."

Harry cursed; he knew what was coming if this Severus was anything like his counterpart. "I'm going to teach you a very important lesson, Harry. Always curse…"

"…first and question later. Yes, I know, but when I saw black I was too relieved to shoot."

Severus' eyes widened for the second time that day.

"Relieved? Why?"

Harry flushed and cursed himself for saying that aloud.

"I got worried. I started thinking…"

"I'm amazed you still do that with all that information crammed into your skull."

Harry glared, and Severus conceded by gesturing for Harry to continue, who did reluctantly.

"I started thinking that maybe we hadn't gone over everything that could have happened if you had failed. We never mentioned that you would be executed or that…"

"Slow down Potter. It's a wonder you haven't spontaneously combusted with how quick gibberish is spewing from your mouth."

Harry flushed an angry shade of red see if he worried about the bastard anymore; though unconsciously, his eyes did roam Severus, making sure the older man had not been hurt. If Severus noticed, which he did, he said nothing. Though, an amused smirk did appear just barely on his lips. When Harry was satisfied, he turned on his heel and headed to the kitchen.

"So, how did it go?"

Severus could hear the subtle relief in his voice bit didn't comment on it. Instead he told of how Pettigrew was there and the events leading up to receiving the book. Though, he did leave out the bit about his godson.

"So you have it then?"

Severus pulled the journal out from his robes and handed it to Harry, who promptly inspected it. "Is that the right one?"

Harry honestly didn't know, and no amount of flopping through the pages would tell him.

"There is only one way to find out," he said jumping from the seat he took in the kitchen and heading for Severus' study for a quill. Severus finished the last of his meal, quall and potatoes, before following Harry. He walked into the study just as Harry opened the book and wrote:

'Hello, my name is Scott Young."

For a long moment he didn't get a reply and he sat back in his chair in defeat. He was about to announce the diary wrong, when the book started glowing and words appeared.

'Hello Scott, I am Tom Riddle.'

Harry snapped the book closed with a click and turned to Severus.

"Yes, this is indeed, the diary of Tom Riddle."

To be continued…

I like to thank the person who beta'd this, I shall add a name later if she says its alright. :D. I hope you enjoyed, don't forget to review :)