Ah… Another new story, I just can't help myself lol. And of course, it's a time travel fic because as some of you may know, they are my favourite! This will be slow to update, cause I'm working on others at the same time, but the idea won't leave me alone, so I want to get the first chapter down. If you like it let me know, so I know if I should even keep working on it

This is a Harry goes back in time story, but it will create an alternate timeline, so no going back to the future and what he does now won't affect that timeline at all. Harry will be sweet but more of a morally grey Harry. I've never really written a darker Harry so will see how it goes, who knows.

In this story Harry was friends with Draco and learnt more about what the Dark side originally fought for, giving him a greater understanding of what the war was about. Harry has also been lied to, manipulated and abused by the light so this will impact on his decisions as well. Honestly, his means of time travel won't be that original but that's not the purpose of the story

There will be mentions of past abuse but nothing graphic.

Oh, this will also be slash, of the Harry/Abraxas/Orion persuasion, I am thinking at the moment.

I hope you enjoy!

I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1

Harry snuck through Hogwarts, his fathers' cloak and a well-placed silencing charm hiding his every movement. They were only a few weeks into sixth year and the year had already gone to shit. Draco had told him that he had been given a task from Voldemort himself. A task that would be nearly impossible to complete, and indeed the pair thought that he was supposed to fail, as punishment for Lucius mistakes.

Harry would not let that happen.

Very few people knew that Harry and Draco were actually good friends. They had bonded and put their rivalry aside during fourth year, when Harry had been struggling his way through the Triwizard Tournament. Draco had been there for him, had helped him with the tasks, had comforted him when friends and strangers alike turned on him. The blonde Slytherin had sent him food and healing potions during the summer when the Dursleys abuse had become too much and held him when Harry cried after Sirius' death. Harry had raged against Dumbledore and the Light then. All their lies and bullshit and Harry could admit, his own stupidity, had cost his Godfather his life.

Draco had spent many hours talking with Harry about what the Dark side used to stand for, back when his Grandfather had joined Voldemort. While Harry didn't agree with everything that Draco said, and could point out some major flaws, it still gave Harry a greater understanding of the war and what it was all about. Which no one else had bothered to explain to him. Though, even the most loyal of Voldemort's supporters could admit that they had strayed off their original path quite drastically. Having an insane megalomaniac calling the shots would do that.

The unlikely pair had kept their friendship a secret, knowing that it wouldn't be accepted by either side. But still, Harry counted Draco as one of his closest friends and he knew the Malfoy heir felt the same way about him, which is why he was doing this in the first place.

Harry was sneaking into Dumbledores office.

Harry had had several private lessons with Dumbledore already this year. They were looking at memories of Voldemort's childhood. Dumbledore wanted Harry to understand more about Voldemort and how he became who he is. Though, Harry had a feeling he understood Voldemort better than Dumbledore ever would. They had also discussed the diary that Harry had stabbed in the Chamber of Secrets in his second year, Harry didn't understand why yet, but Dumbledore said it would all make sense soon.

In the cabinet where the memories were kept, several other magical artefacts sat. Harry's curiosity had got the better of him one day and he had asked Dumbledore about them. One of the items was an ancient looking time turner. It was larger than normal, almost as big as Harry's hand and it was polished silver. Dumbledore had explained that no one knew where it had come from, but it had actually been the inspiration and provided much of the information for the time turners that are around today. He had been allowed to borrow it from The Department of Mysteries for study, which explained what something like that was doing in Dumbledore's office.

Harry had planned this excursion well.

He knew the password to get into Dumbledores office as well as the spell to open the locked cabinet. He also knew that Dumbledore was not here this evening. They were supposed to have another lesson, but Dumbledore had had to cancel, called to the Ministry on urgent business, so the Headmasters office was vacant. He didn't know how to freeze the portraits so that they wouldn't see what he was doing, but Harry wasn't worried about that. He could deal with the consequences later.

Right now, he was determined to get to the time travel device and go back in time to help Draco. He knew that he couldn't do anything that would change the timeline drastically, like saving Sirius or his parents. He knew what he was planning was crazy and reckless, he planned on only going back to the start of the summer. His plan was to basically kidnap Draco and his mother and squirrel them away in one of their many overseas properties for the duration of the war. It wouldn't mess up anything that had happened, and Draco and his mother would both be safe. He planned on grabbing them from Platform 9 ¾ before they returned to the Manor, using a portkey that Draco and Harry had made that would whisk the pair to a little-known Black property in Italy, before returning to his own time. If all went well, he would be returned to the exact moment that he had left.

They both agreed a Black property would be best so that Lucius couldn't be forced to lead Voldemort to them. Draco didn't want to leave Harry, but knew he was basically a dead man if he didn't get away. There was so much that could go wrong, the main one being Harry only had a general understanding of how the time device even worked. Dumbledore had described it a little and Harry and Draco had tried to learn everything else they could about time travel from books. But funnily enough there wasn't a whole lot of information. He figured if worse came to worse he would hide from his other self until the timelines merged again and think of another way to help Draco.

He thankfully didn't meet anyone as he walked the quiet halls. He gave the password to the gargoyle, who jumped aside at "snickers" and made his way silently up the winding staircase and in to Dumbledores office. The office was thankfully vacant of both Dumbledore and Fawkes. He snuck to the cabinet and quietly cast the spell to unlock it. A few of the portraits perking up and looking around at the sound. He carefully picked up the time device and examined the dial that made up the bottom. Dumbledore had said that you turned it for the number of days you wished to go back. But you also had to think very hard about the time you wished to go to, you had to will your magic into the time device to make it work.

Harry took a deep breath and started turning the bottom, thinking hard about Draco and Hogwarts and willing his magic into the time device. He wasn't finished turning it when he felt the room start to shift around him. Trying not to panic he kept spinning, even as he felt like he was standing in the middle of a vortex. The force got so strong that he couldn't even stay standing, let alone continue turning the device. He dropped to the ground, the device falling from his grasp as he clutched his hands around his head. He tried to take shallow breaths even as it felt like he was suffocating, his lungs burning with the need for air.

Then just as quickly as it had started it stopped.

Everything stilled and Harry took a great gasping breath.

Before he could even open his eyes, he felt a wand digging into his throat and a rough voice asking, "who are you and what are you doing in my office?"

Harry tried to turn his head to see who was talking, the voice was unfamiliar, but this just caused the wand to push in harder.

"I suggest you start talking" the other voice said gruffly.

"My name is Harry Potter."

The wand at his throat eased up a fraction.

"Any relation to Charlus Potter?"

"Ah… yes."

The wand pulled back even further, and Harry was able to roll over and sit up. He felt his whole-body freeze when he found himself face to face with none other than former Headmaster Armando Dippet. Armanda Dippet alive and well and not a portrait hanging on a wall.

His mind whirled and he thought he might throw up. He took a deep steadying breath to try to calm his nerves and right himself.

"Sir, I'm very sorry but there has been a terrible mistake" Harry gasped out.

Dippet reached down and helped Harry into a nearby chair, his wand still carefully aimed at the teen.

Harry's whole body shook from shock and from the stress of the journey. It had been nothing like he had thought. He had envisioned that it would be similar to the time-turner but this had been a whole different kettle of fish.

"Now what is this mistake young man?" Dippet asked suspiciously.

Harry was unsure how much to say.

"I've travelled here from the future, Sir. I only meant to travel back a few months, but something obviously went wrong."

Headmaster Dippet blanched at the words.

"You're a time traveller?"

"I am, and I really must be getting back to my own time now, Sir."

"But how did you end up here? In my office."

Harry decided to leave out the part about maliciously breaking in to Dumbledores office to use a rare time device.

"The time device I was examining was in the Headmasters office, I assume that's why I ended up here."

"Well, where is the device now?" Dippet questioned, casting his eyes around the office.

Harry turned as well, "It should be right where I landed…"

Harry stood on shaky legs and looked around, nothing. He walked over to where he had landed and looked all around, under desks and cupboards, it was gone.

Harry felt tears well up in his eyes.

Headmaster Dippet, perhaps sensing that Harry was close to his breaking point, put a gentle hand on his shoulder and lead him back over to his recently vacated chair.

"It's OK son, I believe you, it may just be that the device disappeared from here because it already exists somewhere in this time" he said in a comforting tone.

Harry looked up at the older man, hope shining in his eyes.

"I don't want you to get your hopes up, I'm not sure what things are like in the future, but time travel is virtually unheard of in this time, mostly just theory based. Are you able to provide a sketch and description of the device? I will reach out to some friends and see what I can find."

Harry nodded frantically and began sketching on the paper that Headmaster Dippet handed him.

"Very good, leave this with me Harry and I will see what I can find."

The Headmaster walked back around his desk and took a seat, rubbing his beard in thought.

"But, what to do with you while we wait? Hmm… I think it would be best to keep you close, so enrolling you seems like the best option."

"What?" Harry spluttered.

Surely, he wouldn't be here long enough that he would need to enrol and attend classes.

"What year are you currently in young Master Potter and if I may ask, what year are you from?"

"Ah, just started sixth year and it was the year 1996."

"Wonderful," Headmaster Dippet said seemingly already calmed down from having a time traveller crash land in his office. "It is currently 1944, so you have somehow travelled 52 years into the past, how extraordinary." The headmaster eyed him with unveiled curiosity that left Harry feeling vaguely uncomfortable.

"Now, let's sort you."

Harry blanched. "Sir, I've already been sorted! I'm in Gryffindor."

"Ah, Mr Potter, new time new sorting." With that the Headmaster dropped the hat on Harry's head with a chuckle.

Just like the first time he was sorted a voice seemed to echo in his head.

"Harry Potter, how wonderful to meet you." The hat said quietly. "I can see that you have already been sorted, though I don't have any recollection of doing it." The hat sounded intrigued.

"It's not for a very long time" Harry thought back.

"Still, it's very strange. I can see that you were sorted Gryffindor last time, this time, I better make it SLYTHERIN."

Harry stilled slightly at the proclamation but wasn't entirely surprised. The hat had wanted to put him into Slytherin last time, it obviously took the chance offered to it this time around.

Headmaster Dippet pulled the hat off Harry's head and place it back on its stand.

"Excellent, excellent" the older man said genially. "Now, we have a fund for students without means to attend, I will arrange for everything you need to be delivered to your dorm first thing in the morning. For now, let's just…" with that he tapped Harry's robes with his wand, red changing to green, and the Gryffindor crest changing to Slytherins. "I think it would be best if you refrained from going into too much detail about yourself for the time being. Just keep your answers vague. Also, I think it would be best if you keep the Potter surname, all my houses have their good and bad traits, but I won't deny that my Slytherins tend to put a lot of stock in blood purity. Being a Potter will make your time here much easier. Charlus Potter is a seventh year Gryffindor, I will set up a meeting between the two of you tomorrow and contact his older brother Fleamont Potter tomorrow and apprise him of his new family member."

Harry nodded dumbly, that was a lot of information to take in so quickly. He was still struggling to wrap his mind around the fact that he had travelled 50 years into the past, let alone that he was now a Slytherin and apparently going to meet an actual family member tomorrow.

"Come Harry, I will show you to the Slytherin common room and dormitories."

Headmaster Dippet didn't seem to require an answer, which was good because Harry found that he was still unable to speak. He was led out of the Headmasters office, Harry noticed that the castle looked remarkably similar, considering 50 years had passed. They kept walking until they reached a blank wall in the dungeon. Harry didn't mention that he had been to the Slytherin common room before.

"The password, is Daisy."

Harry's eyes widened at that, what happened to passwords like pure blood, that's what it had been when he and Ron and snuck in in second year. Daisy was actually quite sweet.

The wall before Harry started to open and Harry felt his heart thundering in his chest. He walked in a step behind Headmaster Dippet. The common was remarkably full, considering the late hour.

Headmaster Dippet cleared his throat to gain the rooms attention, though all of the students were already staring at them.

"Slytherin, I would like you all to welcome a new student, this is Harry Potter."

Harry heard whispers of "Potter, did he say Potter" being thrown around the room.

"He was home schooled until recently when unfortunately, his guardian died. He then decided to partake of his final two years of schooling here at Hogwarts."

Harry glanced at Headmaster Dippet, he was trying not to look surprised, but the story was a scarily accurate account of his actual life.

"I want you all to make sure that he feels welcomed. Sixth year boys, he will be joining you, please show him around."

With that Headmaster Dippet swept out of the room, leaving Harry to the wolves, err well snakes.

Harry stood awkwardly waiting for something to happen, while every student in the common room seemed to size him up.

A group of males, who were seated around the fire, stood and slowly made their way to him. As they moved closer Harry ran his eyes over the group and started to recognise some familiar features. He was so stupid, of course there would be people attending Hogwarts now that are related to students he went to school with.

The lanky boy on the left clearly had the look of a Nott about him, while the lumbering giant behind him, had to be either a Crabbe or a Goyle. Harry's eyes widened further as he saw who was walking next to Nott, long blonde hair and cold grey eyes, the absolute spitting image of Draco. He was obviously a Malfoy, there was simply no mistaking that sneer. The boy walking next to the Draco look alike didn't look familiar, but the one next to him did. Harry nearly choked as the spitting image of Sirius walked closer, a smirk plastered on the handsome face.

Oh God, oh God, his mind screamed at him, while he tried to keep a cool, calm and collected exterior.

Harry had been so caught up staring at the Sirius and Draco look alikes that he failed to notice the teen who had stepped in front of him.

Harry looked up into dark brown eyes, with just a tint of red.

"Welcome to Hogwarts" a deep voice said. "I'm Tom Riddle."