Fixing the Past
3) It Occurs

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2 August 1998
93 Diagon Alley, London

Harry stood in front of the three objects, with George recording with his video camera.

Harry looks at the camera. "Well then, shall we?" The camera shakes a little as George nods.

Harry and George have spent the past day or so preparing for their journey. Harry had explained to George the theory of time-travel, made possible of the fact that Harry was now the so-called Master of Death. They'd packed two trunks with gold, clothes, etc. Both were now shrunken and resting comfortably in George's coat pocket.

The only thing left was to see if it would work. The plan was to travel back to 1987, and fool Dumbledore and his manipulations with their futuristic knowledge. Or at least, somewhere in the late 1980s.

Harry acted upon it. He placed the three items arranged in the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, and then stared.

At first, nothing happened. Then, the room started to darken, and a rumbling of magic occurred. Promptly, they blacked out.


Unknown Time...
The Leaky Cauldron, London

"Sirs!"

Harry heard a familiar voice say. He opened his eyes and was greeted with a younger Tom the barman. He looked around and to his right was...George?

George looked different. Gone was the red hair and freckles, signature Weasley traits. Instead, they were replaced with...the messy Potter hair?

Then he looked to his left and nearly screamed. There was another person, who looked exactly like the person to Harry's right.

Tom the barman was getting a little impatient. "Sirs!" With that Harry snapped out of his stupor.

By now, Harry had noticed a video camera in the hands of the person to his left. This is probably George, Harry thought. But who was the person to his right?

Harry scrambled to invent a story; "Ahh, sorry sir. Mind if we book a room while we're at it?"

The barman's eyes narrowed. "You already have a room. Did ya lose yer memory or sumthin'?"

The fake memory started flowing into Harry's mind.

"R-right. Help me carry these two back?" Tom stared and then gave a curt nod. With a heave, he got what he presumed was George onto his back with surprising strength, and started moving. Not wanting to keep Tom the barman waiting, he got the other man onto his back and somewhat struggled to walk up the stairs.

At room 17, Tom dropped George into a room with 2 beds. He looked at Harry and said: "I'll leave ya hereto sleep it off." As Tom walked away, Harry heard him mumble "Bloody drunks." under his breath. Harry smiled and walked in.

As soon as the door shut, both men snapped out of slumber and scrambled for their wands. One problem, none of them possessed one.

"Harry! What's this all about?" Said the person on the right.
"Harry?" Said the person on the left.

Both men were identical. This was not going to end well. Harry sought to calm things down.

"Alright, back it up. What's your names?"

"George Weasley, why?" Said the person on the right.

The person on the left opened their mouth and then promptly closed it. A tear made its way down his cheek. "Georgie?"

George's eyes widened. "Freddie?"

Twins reunited, they embraced, sobbed, tried to crack jokes. Harry got a bit emotional over the events.

"Right. Looks like-"

"-we're Potters now."

Harry rolled his eyes. He left them to go downstairs to fetch some strong butterbeer and the Daily Prophet. He checked for the date and nearly dropped the butterbeer.

Daily Prophet
28 July 1975

Prewett Manor Attacked

The Prewett Manor located in Yorkshire was attacked by Death Eaters this past Saturday. All six residents, including the Lord and Lady Prewett, were killed. Minister Jenkins has declined to comment on the attack. The attack now adds to a growing list of woes against the competence of Minister Jenkins, as calls grow to remove the Minister from office. The Prewetts are survived by Molly Prewett, now Weasley, and Fabian and Gideon Prewett. We at the Daily Prophet wish them the best.

Harry felt a bit sick to the stomach, and it had nothing to do with the Prewetts.

We travelled too far back...

Harry slowly made his way back to Room 17 where he was greeted with a silent Fred and George, which was a weird sight.

Fred saw the sad look on Harry's face and asked: "What happened?"

Harry simply threw the paper onto the table, and popped open a bottle of butterbeer. Indulging in the sweet favor of the beverage, he waited for a response.

"So we were off by twelve years." George said sadly. Harry could not respond without taking the risk of choking on his drink. "And right after our grandparents died. What a great time to be a time traveler." Harry snorted. "Right. Now we have to deal with our little backstory."

Fred and George gave him a confused look. "What backstory?"

Harry sighed. "We all look like Potters. People are going to question how three Potters came out of the middle of nowhere."


31 July 1975
The Leaky Cauldron, London

George came upstairs with a whole case of some strong English whiskey that he bought off a Muggle liquor store.

"Happy birthday, mate." He said.

Harry groaned. When he was younger, maybe. But now they were time travelers. He wasn't even sure if his birthday was still the 31st of July.

Fred plopped down on the bed next to him, arm over his shoulder. "Listen mate, this may be the last time you'll celebrate your past birthday before we let it go."

Harry decided to relent. "Can we go to Gringotts before we indulge in terrifically strong liquor?"

The twins shrugged. In typical twin fashion, they both said "Sure."

The group of three made their way out of the Leaky Cauldron and into the Alley where they entered an extremely familiar white building. A goblin looked up and raised an eyebrow. "May I help you?"

Harry stepped up to speak. "We'd like to take an identification test, one for each of us."

The goblin nodded. "Wait here while I fetch Sharpclaw."

Sharpclaw came about three hours later, by then the three were drowning in their sweat due to the hot summer heat. Sharpclaw openly smirked at their behavior and gestured them in.

It turned out to be quite weird. Harry's birthday was now 27 March 1960, while Fred and George somehow kept their birthday 1 April 1960. All three were Potters, though the parentage was unclear.

A couple of hundred miles away in Wales, an old tapestry began updating itself. The Lord of the House was notified of this new development, and was noticeably disturbed when three names added themselves to it. Under his line, was one Harry Charlus Potter, twin of his son James, and under his brother Fleamont; one Fred and one George Potter, both born on the day of mischief. Lord Charlus Potter sat down, deep in thought, trying to think of how to explain this new development to his family.


A/N

Hello there again! Summer holidays have begun where I am, and maybe you should expect some new chapters? I don't know. My parents have signed me up for test prep, and it'll possibly take less time than school. Note to you all, the roles of Charlus/Dorea and Fleamont/Euphemia are flipped in this story. I know many fanfics on this site do it anyway, but here's just your friendly reminder. Also note, that relationships, ratings, will be updated as this story goes.
Hoping for more reviews from you readers. See y'all soon!
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