The Time Ship.

Knight in Shining Armor.

Cloaked in an invisibility field covering his armored body suit, Harry calmly surveyed the scene as the Death eaters clothed in black robes and masks, reminiscent of the Ku Klux Klan - did the magical world really have no sense of originality? - held an innocent family suspended in mid air. Harry felt sick as he witnessed that, remembering the upcoming war between the magical world and the non magical world. Despite visiting briefly before meeting up with the wizard in the future, Harry had learnt enough about the war since then to know the magical worlds battles involved them fighting inside magical strongholds, and yet they still lost.

It was moronic these people had no clue what was round the corner and they couldn't be bothered getting their act together. At first Harry had hoped coming to the magical world would make him see a side of the community that was worth it, but now Harry was sure there wasn't. He had only been here for a few days, and he was witnessing the Quidditch world cup simply out of academic interest though the sport did not interest him one little bit. Now this.

What a load of shit.

Harry watched as some wizards dressed in robes - bit backward, right? - tried fighting the Death eaters, restricting themselves to spells which were non lethal. That wouldn't work; Harry had already gleaned enough from the history of the magical world to know the reason the magicals were losing first time round with Voldemort was because the fools stunned them, took them into custody, only for the magical government to let them go at the first cry of coercion. But Harry had something else in his arsenal. With a thought, Harry moved closer to the Death eaters, flushing power into his defensive systems as he stalked closer to the scum of the magical world.

Arthur Weasley panted as he fought against the Death eaters alongside his fellow Order members, Lily and James Potter, who had recently come back into Magical society. Granted the Order wasn't activated at the moment, but the old relationship and memories of fighting side by side made you think the Order of the Phoenix was eternal.

Arthur panted hard as he let loose another volley of spells at the Death eaters to make them let the muggle family go without the muggles falling to their deaths. Arthur was exhausted already, it had been a long time since he'd needed to use his knowledge of dueling and he was already tired. One look at the Potters made him envious; Lily's face was flushed and James had a glint in his eye which only came from an adrenaline junky. Arthur allowed his mind to wonder for a moment about both Potters. There was no sign of their son Harry, who had disappeared years ago, and there had been nothing since, yet whenever their famous son was mentioned the Potters would change the subject and look shifty.

Shaking his head, Arthur focused on the fight. He gritted his teeth angrily when he saw the Death eaters laugh at one of the children, a little boy who was crying. A part of Arthur wondered what would've happened if Dumbledore had allowed the Order to actually kill these animals, but that part was squashed by the voice saying Dumbledore had said if you killed then there was no forgiveness, no chance of repentance, but how can you be repentent if you murdered children?

" Stupefy!" Dozens of voices shouted at the Death eaters. " Stop!" Someone shouted, " The muggle's will drop!" No one listened of course, but Arthur did, memories of muggles getting caught in the crossfire swarming Arthur's brain. But in this case the Death eaters had numbers on their side as only a few of them dropped, but the muggles were reasonably safe from the effects of gravity. The jeers from the Death eaters as one of them started flicking his wand around at one of the little kids, causing him to shriek and stretch, getting pulled like taffy for the amusement of his mates who laughed, made Arthur furious.

He whipped his wand angrily at the Death eaters, and his mind went through the most dangerous spells and charms he knew.

A blue aura appearing in thin air close to the Death eaters stopped him. An extraordinary figure appeared, a massive armored figure in a suit not unlike the antique and honored suits of armor found on display at Hogwarts, but this armor was different. It was more...futuristic, not unlike those muggle comic book characters...Copper Man? Iron man? Something like that. The shoulders and chest on this figure were padded with ribbed material, and the helmet was like a skintight glove. The visor that covered the eyes reflected the light from the wands in the Death eaters hands were sightless.

Moving like lightning, the figure took advantage of the element of surprise, and whipping something from the belt wrapped around his waist, shaped like one of those muggle gun things, the figure fired a bolt of blue energy at the Death eaters. Five Death eaters fell screaming, the light from the energy showed onlookers the skeletons of the Death eaters as they dropped dead.

Then the figure leapt into action, moving with such fluidity and grace, whipping out to long metal rods. The figure slashed them through the air around the Death eaters, slashing it through them even. The masked cowards were sliced, and they fell apart, spraying blood everywhere.

The muggles screamed as the levitation charm used to hold them in the air gave out when the castor was killed, but the figure threw something in the air as they fell. A sphere of green energy wrapped them up, and held them aloft before lowering them safely to the ground.

The figure vanished before anyone could stop him.

Inside the TARDIS, Harry was opening his armored suit. As the suit opened up from behind, Harry opened the mental link he had with the console and the TARDIS dematerialised, moving forwards through time. When the suit was opened, he stepped out, letting the suit close up behind him. Harry turned to face the console.

Things had changed in the years since Natalie had left him after their stop off at Gallifrey, and Harry had wandered around aimlessly, travelling from one planet to another, learning about new worlds and civilisations before he remembered his 'destiny.' Killing Lord Voldemort. If he'd lived in the magical world he'd have had no choice but to be a slave to Dumbledore, and the rest of the magical world. As the TARDIS travelled in time along a preprogrammed temporal course, Harry removed the copper coloured circlet crown that circled his head that gave him control of the armor, and mental control through the TARDIS telepathic circuits.

Dropping into a chair Harry sighed as his tired and stiff body relaxed. He wasn't looking forwards to this year, least of all seeing his parents again. He had noted on his tactical computer the witches and wizards firing their relatively puny spells at the Death eaters, but he'd been too occupied by the one sided battle to really care.

Harry had, when he'd been younger, wondered what it had been about him which made his parents abandon him on Dumbledore's orders, but now he was 150 years old, he found he simply did not give a damn. He was the father of a dozen children, granted he left them before they knew him, but he wanted to get this over and done with.

The weight of Voldemort had been a burden for years. Harry could've easily have disposed of him, history book of the future or not but Harry had just wanted to live his life as a time traveller without bounds. That wizard in the future, Harry hadn't cared about why he'd lived for 800,000 years, and he wasn't going to now.

Dumbledore was also his problems, but hopefully he would be a minor problem now Harry had tracked down the horcruxes. Hopefully if he revealed the box they were inside, the old fool would see he was a step behind Harry. Three of the horcruxes were already destroyed, the others were awaiting their destruction. Harry's face crunched into a scowl at the thought of the horcruxes, especially the one he'd found in his head. Removing that had involved travelling to the Babylon 5 universe to meet the First of the First Ones. Lorien had been disgusted by the horcrux concept, but he'd removed it, but Harry hadn't destroyed it with the ancient beings help. Instead they'd pushed the soul fragment into a compass which Lorien had programmed to track horcruxes down.

Leaving that reality, Harry had returned to his own, and used the compass and the TARDIS to trace the other horcruxes back in the past, but Harry hadn't destroyed the majority of them. Sneaking back into the past before the moronic dark lord hid them, Harry had replaced them with fakes with telepathic imprints of the real things.

Harry smirked as he wondered what the morons, Dumbledore and Voldemort, would make of that particular bit of news. He shrugged seeing as he didn't know the two men well enough to make an emotional assessment to know.

Still, the World cup placed a crimp on his plans. The magical world knew of his existence, well partially.

Now he had to play it by ear.

" Harry Potter?" Albus Dumbledore, resplendent in his robes, whispered in surprise during the ceremony where the champions for the Triwizard tournament would be chosen for three of the most difficult and challenging tasks in magical history.

Realising the rest of the hall was waiting for him, he took a breath and spoke loudly even though both of the boy's parents were here, Dumbledore said more clearly, " Harry Potter!"

That did it, everyone in the hall started whispering to each other excitedly. Out of his peripheral vision Dumbledore could see the Potter adults visibly restraining themselves, James's face was bright with surprise and anger, and Lily was holding her husband back though she was also red in the face.

Dumbledore was paralysed. For the best part of two decades, the Order had planned for Voldemort's death, and the young Potter was an integral part of that plan, but when he'd vanished the plan had been derailed. Dumbledore had never expected this, though. Never in his wildest dreams. He'd spent the last few years using all his contacts worldwide to track the boy down, but the threat of the loss of his magic might be enough to smoke the boy out of hiding...

The sound of metal on stone moving closer to the hall interrupted her thoughts, and Dumbledore looked up to see an armored figure stop in the doorway. Dumbledore blinked as he took in the same figure that had killed Death eaters at the World cup in his own school. Why?

Ignoring the whispers, the figure stalked towards Dumbledore and the cup. The figure stopped when it was close enough.

" I am here for the triwizard tournament."

Dumbledore blinked.

" Who are you? And why are you in that armor? How did you get in this school? You're certainly not a muggle, and I doubt you're a wizard. So, what or who are you?"

The figure impassively stood still, standing like, well like a suit of iron armor dotted about the castle. Then the armored figure turned, presenting the headmaster with it's back. Dumbledore and the other staff members watched as the back opened up with a mechanical whirl, and someone stepped out of the armor that closed off. The figure was clothed in a blue t shirt that highlighted a muscular and strong body that obviously exercised, with black trousers and trainers.

The figure turned around, and walked back to where Dumbledore was standing, but the old wizard and the staff, hell even the students watched open mouthed and silent. Even the foreign students were quiet as they watched the figure. He had black hair, and he was identical to Professor James Potter.

He was the lost Potter.

Harry Potter.

" You're Harry Potter," Dumbledore stated in surprise, which had some of the staff rolling their eyes at how obvious the headmaster was being. Lily tried to stop her husband from leaping out of his chair, and focused on her son. He didn't seem like a teenager, far from it. He was tall, and his body was lean, muscular, lithe, and powerful. Lily cocked her head in curiosity; he seemed to be in his early thirties, but it was well known Harry was 14 years old. How was that possible? Muggles studied genetics, could Harry have done something to himself? But that wasn't possible; though advanced muggle genetics did not have what it took to age someone to this level.

Then Lily noticed the copper colored circlet surrounding his head. What was it? Did it have anything to do with that suit of armor? She glanced at it, wondering why Harry would even need it. Then she remembered how with that same armor, her son had brutally murdered Death eaters. Oh, Lily wasn't as conservative or meaninglessly pacifistic like Dumbledore or Molly Weasley, she wanted the Death eaters to suffer as much as anyone, but she hadn't expected her own son to do something like that.

Lily had never wanted to leave Harry, but James and Dumbledore had assured her it was for the best. Now she had to sit and watch.

" And you're Albus Dumbledore," Harry replied, his voice smooth and yet dark like dark chocolate.

" You know me?"

Harry quirked a brow at the rather foolish question. " I know many things."

Dumbledore stood still for a moment, then he remembered the suit. He wanted to say something about it, but he remembered a detail. One he hoped would open doors to control this young man, though he was surprised by his age. " I know of your family, indeed your parents are right behind me as professors of this school. I hope you'll enjoy the reunion-"

" No."

The single word shredded Lily's hopes, and she spoke up before Dumbledore could even breath a word. " No, what do you mean by no?"

Harry's face turned to her, and Lily shook as she took in the expression on her son's face, it was an expression she had never wanted to see. Harry was looking at her with real contempt and hatred on his face. His cold eyes pinned his mother to her seat. " You abandoned me to those filthy animals, and you expect me to suddenly welcome you back with open arms, giving you the opportunity to try something like that again. Do you really think I'm gullible? No, thank you. I would rather suffer life alone than spend a second with you."

Lily gasped, tears welling in her eyes, but her expression did nothing to pacify Harry. He simply ignored her and his fuming father, and turned to Dumbledore. " I will answer your questions tomorrow," he turned to the suit, and opened it up so he could step inside it. Before Dumbledore could say anything, the suit and Harry just vanished.

Dumbledore appeared, blinking in surprise as he looked around the abandoned Shieking shack, wondering why he was there. Looking round he soon saw the reason.

" How did you apparate me outside Hogwart's wards?" he asked Harry.

Harry chuckled darkly. " What you call impregnable, I call paper thin." He held out something that looked to Dumbledore like a piece of muggle technology. Automatically Dumbledore tried to remove his wand to destroy it, but he then fumbled desperately in his pocket when he couldn't find his wand.

Harry coughed. " Looking for this?" Insolently he held up Dumbledore's wand.

The old wizard was furious, but before a single word could leave his mouth Harry explained, " This device is technology, but its nothing to do with magic. Not everything on this planet has to do with magic, as you arrogantly believe. I have practiced spells, but I don't care for it. I simply transported your wand ahead of yourself. It'll be given back to you when I'm finished here."

Dumbledore gnashed his teeth, but he quickly reined in his temper. He needed this foolish boy afterall, but when Voldemort was dead then he could do whatever he wished to the Potter family...

" Harry," he tried to portray the grandfatherly facade he'd spent decades honing to perfection. It was hard because he'd always had his wand present and ready to cast the odd compulsion charm. Harry didn't fall for the old grandfather routine, it was a bit sad and pathetic. Manipulators always laced their desires with little words, meaningless platitudes, Harry had stopped falling for the shit years ago. The last time he'd encountered manipulative beings had been the Vorlons, only then he'd turned their star into a black hole to get them to piss off.

" Just get on with it," Harry interrupted sharply. Dumbledore fell silent, reined in his temper again. Harry noted his expression, it was of someone swallowing a massive nest of wasps and was getting strung. Harry didn't hesitate to mess with the old fool. " Let me be plain. I don't like you. I don't trust you. I don't even want to know you. I know you're a manipulative old bastard, and you didn't kill your old friend Gellert."

Dumbledore paled. " How could you know that?"

That smirk on Harry's face was beginning to annoy Dumbledore, but he couldn't do anything about it without his wand. It vanished quickly, and something like a muggle hand gun appeared in the boy's hand. Only instead of a piece of metal a bright bull of energy was spat out, and it blew a hole in the wall.

" Learn your place with me. Don't think the next shot will be a warning, either. I'm a good shot, I can put a slug in your skull from seventeen feet away. What do you want to know? Aside from a few questions, which I'll let you know about, I tell you what I can."

Dumbledore nodded approvingly. " I see. Well, the first and most obvious question is where have you been?"

Technically part of the question was out of bounds, but Harry decided to give the old man a partial truth. It would push Dumbledore down certain routes, but it wouldn't bring him anywhere near the actual truth. " I'm a traveller," Harry replied airily without going into the details, " I've been travelling on my own since I left the Dursleys."

" Where did you go?"

" Everywhere."

Seeing he wasn't going to get any answers from Harry on this topic, Dumbledore wisely moved on. " You let the Dursleys. Do you know who killed them?"

Harry nodded. " Yes. I do. I left the day they died." Dumbledore quirked a brow, hoping for more. " I killed them." Harry said quietly.

" What?" Dumbledore gasped.

Harry snorted. " The Dursleys didn't tolerate the presence of anyone different. Before I was five years old, I was beaten severely for things I didn't do. My cousin made me take the blame, and I suffered for it. Don't look at me with such judgement, you are the one to accept the consequences. You dumped me on their doorstep, why? You wanted me to loom at you with gratitude. Hah, as if."

Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, but Harry held up his hand. " I had to raise my self, old man. So tell me straight, after all that shit, all the times you had the chance to fuck your plans, why should I forgive them?"

" Not forgiving is a sign of darkness." Dumbledore replied.

Harry smiled. He'd expected Dumbledore's evasiveness. If the old wizard truly believed, really believed he would forgive those cowards then he was beyond deluded. Worse, did he really think that stupid evasion would help build bridges? Only in the old fools addled brain would that ever happen.

" Not answering my questions is an invitation for a coffin," Harry replied. " I'm not going to bother to tell you what I've been doing, what I have seen...But I will give you this warning. Do not get in my way, keep your puppets on a leash. I will be in the vicinity, but I refuse to take part in any school activity."

" You cannot do that, nor will I allow it." Dumbledore replied with finality.

Harry laughed. " You didn't even know I took you out of your precious school, not to mention I stole your wand mid transit. If I say I can do it, I can do it. Don't worry, you'll see me at the first task."

Before Dumbledore could say anything more, there was a flash of light and he found himself back in his office at Hogwarts.

Yep, it was official. The magical world was a bunch of cretins. That was the only thought in his head as he activated his invisibility inverter as he entered what looked like a quarry. That and " that's a fucking big dragon."

Dragons.

Why in Napoleon Bonaparte's balls did the magical world come up with insane ideas? Dragons were dangerous enough, but nesting dragons were terrifying. Upon discovering the existence of dragons and other magical creatures, Harry had naturally been enthralled with the possibilities. Who wouldn't say no to taking a picture of a dragon? Unfortunately, dreams and reality were different. The reality was dragons were dangerous, and nesting dragons were even more savage.

That little pointer the morons behind the organising of this joke of a tournament seemed to forget it. Harry wondered why something as simple as Quidditch or even a more friendly as a chess match, or a football match wasn't considered, but this was thought perfectly normal. Harry smirked under the invisibility shroud as the sounds of cheers and boos were cut off surprised as he disappeared, but Harry's eyes were not on them. He was focused on the dragon, who was looking straight at him. Harry moved slowly to a different side; the dragon's eyes and head flickering in his direction was worrying. Fuck.

The dragon could smell him. Harry cancelled the shroud and became visible once more, cursing. Option one was a failure. Option two.

Harry opened the mental link he had with the TARDIS, and opened the telepathic circuits.

" You sound angry," Harry commented when he stepped closer. The dragon stopped, and everything became still when Harry spoke in the dragons language. Every being from cats to dogs, horses, or in this case dragons possessed a language of their own. Harry used the surprise to step closer to the dragon, it got the reaction he wanted.

" Stay away from me and my clutch!" The dragon's tail swished, the sun shining on every spike, and smoke curling from her nostrils.

Harry stopped. Slowly he raised his hands to show he wasn't a threat to her or her children. " I am not going to harm you. But I should make you aware that if you attack me, I will respond to it in a way you will not breath again."

The dragon nodded. Unlike humans dragons could be rationally logical when the situation called for it, it was only fair after all. She had threatened the speaker, so he had every right to threaten her back. " Very well," she replied.

Harry got down to the point. " Take a look at your eggs, tell me if there's anything different about one of them."

The dragon narrowed her eyes but she did as she was told. She cast her eyes across her nest, and almost immediately she caught sight of the golden egg.

" Don't destroy it," Harry said when he saw the dragon's gaze fix on the golden eggs, it wasn't hard for Harry to deduce what was in her mind.

" What is it?" she asked.

Harry sighed. " That's why I'm here. The fools who organised this tournament placed the egg there, knowing nesting dragons are fiercely protective and maternal. Not a good mix. I didn't ask to come into this competition, hell I don't even want to be here."

The dragon cocked her head curiously. " Then why are you here?"

Harry had to hand it to her, the dragon was as curious as a cat. " I'm a time traveller. I constructed a time machine when I was younger, and I travelled into the future. I found someone in the far future when humankind had separated, some leaving this planet, and others stayed here. He was a wizard, he handed me all kinds of information about my past, well my future. I've known this would happen for years."

Tell this to a human and you would have them scoff at you, laugh and joke around with you, but tell a dragon this and they accept it after seeing the truth. Without a word the dragon bent down and picked up the golden egg with her mouth, and dropped it into Harry's surprised arms.

" Why did you just hand it to me?" he asked.

" It is not part of my nest," she replied simply. " It means nothing to me."

The dragon bowed her head in respect. " You are not like those fools," she inclined her head in the direction of the stands, " but be careful."

Harry bowed his own head, and took the egg from her. He activated the invisibility inverter to slip past the Hogwarts nosy parker nurse, and just waited until he could listen to the scores. He decloaked himself, and listened as Ludo Bagman kept talking, and after he was finished he saw his parents and Dumbledore stalk towards him. The old fool simply didn't learn.

Harry was about to leave, but then he decided to hear them out.

Sorry it's been so long.