Harry Potter and the Marauders' Wrath
By: EDelta88
Rated M: language, violence, adult concepts, and other such things not meant for immature readers
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Background and Beginning Notes:
My attempt at a Harry Potter time travel fic with as many twists and fresh ideas as I could possibly come up with. Mind you, I started this years ago so it was much more original then than it is now.
Firstly, I had multiple people going back with Harry. When I first came up with this that not only hadn't been written but there weren't many time travel fics at all... god that makes me feel old.
Anyway, in addition to that I came up with a completely original species (as far as HP goes) for each of the time travelers' animagus forms. Unfortunately, aside from breif flashes from Harry and Ginny's little appearance I haven't actually gotten to that.
The idea of Harry becoming a business giant before his balls dropped was also new when I first started this. Alas, great minds think alike and a faster writer got that out and more finished than I did.
Believe it or not, no one had come up with Harry forming a new set of Marauders when I started this...
Either way, I give you the most recent incarnation of Harry Potter and the Marauders' Wrath, enjoy.
Prologue
Four figures stood together in a dimly lit room staring at the floor where an extremely complicated runic design consisting of four interlocking circles surrounded by hundreds, perhaps thousands, of characters and interlocking symbols.
"…You think this'll actually work?" the red haired man asks.
"Even if it doesn't, the worst that can happen is we all die," says the young woman with similar red hair.
The second man, this one with black hair and emerald green eyes, snorts. "Am I the only one who thinks it's pathetic that the thought of dying doesn't really bother us?"
"No I'm pretty sure we all share that sentiment," answers the last figure, a bushy haired young woman.
For a long time none of them say anything, they just stand together in a comfortable silence contemplating what they are about to do. Then, by some unspoken agreement, each of them moves to stand in one of the four circles, each drawing a wand.
"Everyone remembers the plan?" the green eyed man asks.
One after the other, his companions nod, their fingers tightening around their wands.
"Then here we go."
As one they begin incanting the spell they had worked together to create and the runes on the floor begin to glow. On and on they chant, the light from the runes becoming brighter and brighter until they would put the sun to shame. Then, with the last line of the complex incantation the four figures turn their wands on themselves.
"Avada Kedavara!"
Chapter 1: Hogwarts Beware
As Albus Dumbledore sat in his office he couldn't help but feel excited; it was the start of a new year. New blood was coming into the school once more. He had been doing this for nearly a century now but it never seemed to get old... but he felt things where about to get especially interesting this year.
It had been a very eventful decade for wizarding Britain in general.
It all began when fifteen month old Harry Potter had done the impossible and survived a killing curse, destroying the Dark Lord Voldemort and ending the war. The aftermath had been, in a word, chaos. Hunting down the Death Eaters, funerals, trials, celebrating, rebuilding, regrouping, for several years it was utter madness.
About six years after Harry Potter's feat things had started to calm down only for a new player to stir things up again. Excalibur Industries came onto the scene. At first nobody had thought anything of the slowly growing conglomerate but as time drew on people began to take note of the still expanding company and its extremely unorthodox business practices. Hiring werewolves and other part human or non humans, research and expansion into muggle or muggle-like technology, and political/legal activism (mostly on behalf of the races it employed), to name a few. The complete and total disregard for the status quo of wizarding society had, to say the least, shocked and upset a great many, in fact there had even been an attempted attack by some of the more extreme conservative elements, "attempted" because the perpetrators were… dealt with, rather harshly by Excalibur's security division.
But even more intriguing than Excalibur's unprecedented advances and practices was the mystery that surrounded it. So many questions, everyone wanted to know but no one seemed to be able to find the answers. Chiefly among these was "Who was the founder?" Ever since people started paying attention nobody could find out who owned or even started Excalibur Industries. In fact the identity of Excalibur's founder had become the "Holy Grail" of journalism.
Also during this period something had happened behind the scenes…Harry Potter had disappeared. Albus Dumbledore had been in his office reading about some of the latest inventions and breakthroughs made by Excalibur when he had felt the wards at Privet Drive collapse. Fearing the worst he had rushed to the scene to find… nothing. There was absolutely nothing wrong other than the fact that Harry was not there and upon further investigation he had found that Harry's absence was the reason for the ward's collapse. According to his aunt one morning she'd gone to wake him up and the boy was gone. But what Albus found curious was that upon returning to his office to organize a search for the missing hero he found a most curious note on his desk.
Harry Potter is safe
It had done little to dissuade Albus' misgivings, but several of his instruments confirmed that Harry was indeed alive so his panic was somewhat lessened. Upon questioning the portraits in his office he discovered that the note had appeared a short while ago in a burst of black flame. For four years Albus had searched in vain for the young hero.
Then in a curious turn of events just moments ago the wards had informed him that the boy had appeared on Platform 9 ¾ and boarded the Hogwarts Express, and not a even a second later there was a flash of black flame and on his desk was Harry Potter's Hogwarts letter with a note scrawled at the bottom.
I accept
'How very curious,' Albus thought as an excited twinkle found its way into his eyes. It would seem that this would be a most interesting seven years.
Platform 9 ¾
In the last compartment of the last car of the Hogwarts express, sat a boy of roughly 11 years of age with untidy jet black hair and piercing emerald green eyes. He wasn't exceptionally tall for his age but neither was he small by any stretch of the imagination, average but athletic would be the best description.
Harry Potter sat by the window staring out onto the platform, his sharp eyes combing the gathered crowd, searching for something. Then he paused smiling, "You know it's not very nice to sneak up on people Hermione," he said while turning to the bushy haired girl that had slipped into his compartment without making a sound.
"Bollocks!" she cursed at being caught. "One of these days! One of these days I'll find a way around that sixth sense of yours, mark my words Potter," she muttered.
"Such a foul mouth," Harry teased, "And your parents are dentists to boot."
"Prat," she grumbled, as she levitated her trunk into the rack. Like he was one to lecture her about foul language, "Any sign of Ron or Ginny?"
"Not yet," he answered as he turned back to the window. "I stand corrected," he said with a grin as he caught sight of a very familiar shade of red in the crowd.
A short time later a third person entered the compartment, this one a boy with fiery red hair. "You're a right sadistic git you know that?" the boy says directing the comment a Harry.
Smiling a little too innocently Harry asks, "Why, whatever do you mean Ron?"
This got Hermione's attention. "What did you do?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
"This arse," Ron said while jabbing an accusing finger at Harry, "has been funding a Ginny-verse-all prank war and didn't send me so much as a Dung Bomb!"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry denied, refusing to meet their eyes.
Hermione just palmed her face, "How bad?"
"Dad's laughing himself sick, mum is going spare trying to figure out where she's getting everything, Bill and Charlie are trying to figure out how she pranked them for across the continent, Percy broke down and started pranking back, and Fred and George have declared a policy of mutually assured destruction," Ron moaned. "Couldn't you have at least warned me?" Ron asked giving Harry a betrayed look (with a dash of dramatic exaggeration).
"Sorry mate, it was kind of short notice. We needed something to make your mum forget about Ginny's 'pen pal' for a short while," Harry said finally giving up the charade as the train began to move.
"You mean that whole mess was a smoke screen?" Ron asked, genuinely curious.
Harry nodded smugly.
"Well played Talon, well played," Ron said, now smiling. "But how are you going to get around mum once she calms down and starts screening the mail again?"
"Already taken care of," Harry answers holding up a diary.
Hermione raises an eyebrow. "Instant Message Diary?" she asked. Those were a pretty common thing in wizarding households these days. Much more convenient than owls for a quick word; faster too.
"And so much more," Harry said his eyebrows wagging suggestively.
Ron cringed. "You elaborate on what you've enchanted that thing to be able to do to my sister and I swear to Merlin, best mate or not, I will hex you into next week!" he threatened, pointing his wand at Harry to emphasize his point.
For a long moment they didn't say anything, then as one all three of them burst out laughing.
"Oh it's good to be back together again," Harry sighed as he wiped away tears of mirth before turning to Ron. "So, you and Ginny have fun with the rat?"
Ron's grin turned positively evil. "You picked up a pensive right?" he asked as he dug in his pocket.
Harry nodded.
"Then see for yourself," he said tossing Harry a flask full of sliver liquid. "Little bastard is sleeping until we need him third year."
For a while the three friends kept talking until the lunch trolley came at which point Harry treated his friends to Pumpkin juice, pasties, and sandwiches. It was during their meal that the got an unannounced, though not unexpected, visitor.
'Showtime,' Harry thought as the compartment door opened to reveal an all too familiar trio.
"So it's true then," Malfoy said, "Harry Potter has returned."
"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage," Harry said, feigning ignorance.
"Malfoy," he says while holding out his hand, "Draco Malfoy."
"Well he certainly has the James Bond impersonation down," Ron quipped.
Following the voice Draco's eye's narrowed dangerously. "Weasley," he acknowledged, his voice obviously strained but oddly polite.
"Malfoy," Ron returned.
Clearly irked about something Malfoy turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better then others, you don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there," Malfoy said to Harry, his hand still extended.
For a moment Harry didn't answer he just stared at Malfoy. "I think I'd like to decide that for myself but I appreciate the offer."
Flustered and embarrassed Malfoy stormed out of the compartment.
Turning to Ron Harry raised a questioning brow.
"Malfoy's been sore because my dad was able to get a job with Excalibur but they refuse to even speak to his," Ron said in answer of the unasked question.
Harry just smirked knowingly.
Aside from helping Neville find Trevor (which was mostly just one of them distracting Neville long enough for Harry to summon the toad that seemed to be channeling the ghost of Houdini) the train ride went without incident.
Through the boat ride, McGonagal's speech, and the Sorting Hat's song Harry could not help feel nostalgic remembering the first time he'd done all this, though he didn't remember the hat jumping the last time Hermione put it on, how odd. Then all too soon it was his turn to be sorted.
'Well hello sneaky little bastard number two,' the Hat spoke in his head sounding rather amused. Oh, so that's why it jumped.
'I'll take that as a compliment Gideon,' Harry responded.
'I really should put the lot of you in Slytherin for this,' the hat muttered. 'Honestly, if coming this far back to change the course of history in your favor isn't the most ambition I have ever encountered then by Salzar's left nut I will dance a jig. And if that weren't enough I find here that you've been sneaking all over the bloody planet and building yourself an economic empire! What am I to do with you?'
'Well you'll eventually put me in Gryffindor anyway but to save us a long drawn out debate I'll make a deal with you Gideon,' Harry thought back, ignoring the Hat's rant.
'…I'm listening,' Gideon replied cautiously.
'You put me in Griffindor and I'll see what I can do about making your life more interesting. Maybe get you off that shelf more often? See about some repairs? Perhaps a nice witch's hat to keep you company...'
'You have yourself a deal brat!' "GRIFFINDOR!"
So Harry made his way over to sit next to Hermione to raucous applause while the Twins danced around chanting "We got Potter" over and over again. A few minutes later they were joined by Ron who planted himself on the opposite side of Hermione as Dumbledore began to speak.
"Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" and with that the feast began.
Some time later Ron turned to Harry, "So when do the fireworks start?" he whispered as the main course was replaced with desert.
Harry grinned, "Cry havoc."
BOOM!
Suddenly, in a crescendo of rolling thunder, the ceiling of the Great Hall morphed rapidly from a starry sky to an angry thunder head. The majority of the student body was instantly startled into silence but before anyone could gather their wits and start asking what was going on a calm disembodied voice pervaded the hall.
Some years ago
Were the seeds of trouble sown
There were four messers of renown
Whose true names you've never known
Bold Padfoot wild and unrefined
Clever Moony would plan the day
Wormtail followed close behind
And Prongs he lead the way
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream
They hatched a daring plan
To prank their fellow students
And so their group began
Pranksters, truly, of their day
Yes, they were the greatest then
Alas they've gone but do not fear
As it will begin again
Another crescendo of thunder as ghostly music began playing through the hall, the beat emphasized by spiderwebs of lightning that were now flashing through the hall. Then what sounded like a chorus of voices began to sing.
Double, double, we're gonna make trouble
Your faces burn and tempers bubble
Double, double, we're gonna make trouble
Something wicked this way comes
Eye of Talon and toe of frog
Pelt of Tails and tongue of dog
Scale's white fang and blind-worm's sting
Scry's sharp wit and howlet's wing
Double, double, we're gonna make trouble
Your faces burn and tempers bubble
Double, double, we're gonna make trouble
Something wicked this way comes
In the cauldron boil and bake,
Let's begin, toss in the snake
For good measure a badger's hide
Then raven's mind, and lion's pride
Double, double, we're gonna make trouble
Your faces burn and tempers bubble
Double, double, we're gonna make trouble
Something wicked this way comes!
Suddenly the music and lightning stopped and the voices became an eerie whisper.
We've come again so hear our call
Though we're few we'll get you all
Talon and Tails, Scales and Scry
But the hour is late, so for now... good-bye
Then there was one final deafening series of thunder claps as accompanying lightning bolts shot from the ceiling, burning glowing words into the air above the staff table.
Hogwarts Beware
The Marauders Ride Again
Chapter 2: Let the Games Begin… Again
For several long moments the Great Hall was silent as the students and staff attempted to absorb the meaning of the message that still glowed above the staff table. Most of the students, with a few exceptions, were completely, totally, and hopelessly lost as were most of the younger staff.
All throughout the show Albus Dumbledore's earlier excitement had grown until it had reached a point that could now be safely described as "absolutely giddy." If anyone were to take a close look at the aged headmaster they would see his eyes practically glowing with glee.
'Oh yes these next few years are going to be most entertaining,' Albus thought with a smile as his eyes scanned the hall.
Filius was mumbling at a furious pace with Pamona as they argued over the prank's mechanics and theorized how the culprits had been managed to set it up.
Minerva seemed to be engaging in a personal multi-front battle with herself as her instinct to disapprove of mischief warred with her desire to laugh at the brilliant prank, her professional curiosity of how these supposed 'Marauders' had achieved such a magnificent prank, and her personal curiosity of who these new Marauders were.
Severus, the poor boy, looked like he was about to have a fit.
'This can't be good for his blood pressure,' the old wizard thought amusedly before looking over the students to gauge their reaction only to find something he hadn't expected. The Weasley twins seemed to be in shock. 'Odd, I would have thought they would be applauding by now.'
Most everyone else was somewhere between awed and confused.
"Um, who are the Marauders?" he heard a second year Gryffindor ask.
That seemed to snap the twins out of their trance.
"Who are the Marauders? Who are the Marauders!" George cried indignantly.
"Only the greatest pranksters in Hogwarts history!" Fred continued.
"The Ancestors of the Antic!"
"The Grandfathers of the Gag!"
"The Patriarchs of the Prank!"
"The Sultans of Shenanigans!"
"The Fathers of the Fart Joke!"
"Actually, brother of mine, I'm reasonably sure that the fart joke was around before their time," corrected Fred... or was it George?
"It's the thought that counts," George (Fred?) argued.
'Hm, so they know of James and the others, most interesting,' Albus thought, wondering how the twins knew of his old students and just what it was that they knew.
"So these guys… they were pranksters?" he heard Miss Granger ask maintaining a facade of complete innocence.
'Almost too innocent,' Albus noticed, filing it away for later consideration as he continued to observe his charges.
"The best!" the Twins said in chorus.
"Better than you?" Ron asked.
"Yes!" the twins cried, only to pause when the hall became very quiet, apart from Ron snickering.
Fred turned to George. "Fred," ok so it was George turning to Fred, "I do believe that we've just been had."
"And by Ronnikins no less," Fred agreed, nodding sagely.
"Should we be insulted or proud?" George asked, looking incredibly thoughtful.
For a moment they seemed to consider this. Then, as one, they each turned to Ron and gave him a—slightly harder than strictly necessary—pat on the back. "Welcome to the Dark Side brother of ours!"
Much to the confusion of the majority of the wizard-raised community, the student's raised aware of popular muggle culture burst out laughing.
"Cry Havoc?" Hermione quoted later as the lagged behind the other first years on their way to Gryffindor Tower. "Honestly Harry, that's the best you could come up with? You can't be serious!"
"Of course not! If I were, then who would my godfather be?" Harry gasped in mock horror.
Ron glared at Hermione. "You just had to say it, didn't you?" he groaned, palming his face as an irritated flush rose in Hermione's cheeks.
Harry just cackled like a madman… discreetly of course, no need for those pesky prefects to get too interested in them yet, right?
"Oh stuff it!" Hermione growled, slugging Harry in the shoulder… that was going to leave a mark.
"So violent!" Harry whined, cradling his arm as though she'd broken it. "How do you put up with this Ron?"
"I discovered my talent for the medical arts," Ron replied gravely.
"I hate you both," Hermione pouted.
"Love you too Hermione!" Harry snickered.
"Oi!" Ron barked. "Get your own girl Potter!"
"Well, I already have one but, according to the laws pertaining to ancient bloodlines, I'm actually allowed to have one for every-"
"For the last time Harry, you can't have a harem!" Hermione groaned.
"But Ginny said that as long as it was you-"
"I know what your pervert of a wife said!" Hermione growled punching him again... yeah that was going to hurt in the morning.
"So mean…" Harry whined again. "Why do I put up with her?" he asked, turning to Ron.
"Because she's one of the few sentient beings that is willing to tolerate your miserable existence?" Ron asked causing Hermione to release a very unladylike snort.
"That might have something to do with it," Harry mused, tapping his chin as they fell into a companionable silence as they continued toward Gryffindor Tower.
"So…" Hermione started, breaking the silence as they moved into a hall devoid of portraits. "Have you taken care of Snape yet?"
"My foxy better half is taking care of that as we speak," Harry replied, snickering at some personally joke.
"…That was a horrible pun mate."
Meanwhile...
BOOM!
Serverus Snape was not a happy man as he stormed into his chambers, nearly blasting the heavy oak door off its siege-grade enchanted steel hinges in the process.
Not three steps over the threshold of his quarters, he froze, his wand appearing in his hand as he caught sight of the flames dancing on his desk… only it wasn't a fire.
Now, Severus Snape was not an easy man to surprise. Having lived through seven years of the Marauders' tender mercies, serving a Dark Lord for several years, running to the aid of James Potter (even if it was mostly because he was married to the only true friend Severus had ever made), turning spy for a short time, and being a teacher for a little over a decade very little could catch him off guard. True he could run into something he hadn't expected but rarely was he completely blindsided…
'A Yoko?' he wondered incredulously, cautiously eying the creature occupying his desk.
One could mistake the creature for a fox were it not for how it was seemingly made of fire and had multiple tails. This one in particular was barely the size of a large dog and had five tails.
Unfortunately for the young…ish, Potions Master, it seemed that fate wished to throw him one more curve ball that night.
Sitting on his desk just in front of the yoko was a neatly folded piece of parchment addressed to him which he promptly opened... after subjecting it to every detection charm he could think of. What he read was something he had never dreamed of.
It was... an apology.
Dear Professor Severus T. Snape,
I write this letter to inform you that we of the Marauders believe that our previous incarnation caused you more than enough trouble and that we will not purposefully target you in any of our mischief making. We apologize in advance should you be caught in one of our less precise endeavors and in such case as there are lasting affects assure you that they will not be in any way permanent or harmful. I would also like to personally apologize for your treatment at the hands of our predecessors; though you were not without fault, the manner in which you were singled out was unacceptable.
Sincerest Regards,
Mr. Talon
"Talon…" he muttered, only for a thought to strike him like a bolt of lightning, '…and Tails!' The words of the poem in the great hall coming back to him as he suddenly whipped around, wand drawn, only to find his office empty.
A few waves of his wand confirmed that he was alone.
Frowning, the young…ish, Potions Master glared around his office. "Well, this should be… interesting." Though he had his doubts about whether it was going to be a good kind of interesting.
Until the day he died Severus Tobias Snape would swear he heard a disembodied voice snickering.
Chapter X: The Beginning of the End
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Spring of 1995...
"Now then," Bagman began, rubbing his hands together in excitement, "We'll be starting in just a moment. Mister Potter, due to your substantial lead you will be entering the maze first. Miss Delacour, you will be entering the maze seven minutes later followed by misters Krum and Diggory thirty seconds later. Any questions?"
No one answered.
"Excellent!" Bagman crowed. "Now then, Mr. Potter, stand here if you please," he instructed pointing to a space just in front of the entrance to the maze. "Yes, just like that. Now just wait for the signal and we'll get this show on the road!"
Harry simply nodded, his wand cradled in his hand as he balanced on the balls of his feet. To the casual observer he looked every bit the part of a Triwizard Champion ready to compete... to those who knew him best, he looked like a predator waiting to spring.
"On my mark..." Bagman said, raising his hand as he stared at his watch.
But before Bagman could give the signal, Harry whirled around, brandishing his wand a Moody. "Tartarus!" he barked, sending a pitch black bolt of energy at the man before leaping backward into the maze just as a shimmering blue barrier snapped into place, surrounding the entire field in transparent blue dome of energy.
"Oi Potter!" Moody cried, from inside the cage of black lightning that Harry's spell had conjured, a look of outrage plastered across his face. "Just what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!"
Harry just smirked, giving an apologetic bow. "My apologies for the delay everyone but, if you'll excuse me, I have a trap to spring, a Dark Lord to finish, and some Death Eaters to humiliate," he explained before turning toward the center of the maze only to pause and glance over his shoulder at them. "Oh! And before I forget I sent the paperwork for my animagus registration this morning!" Then, taking a running start he lept into the air, his body morphing into a beautiful black bird of prey before vanishing in a flash of black fire.
"A magical animagus form..." Dumbledore whispered in awe as he began inspecting the barrier and the cage holding Moody.
"Albus.. what was he talking about?" McGonagal asked nervously. A Dark Lord to finish? And why would he trap Alastor? It made no sense.
Then the scene inside the barrier flickered, changing to a dark graveyard somewhere in the county.
His curiosity peaked, Dumbledore waved his wand over the barrier several times. "A location exchange field, an illusion of some kind, several barriers, and semi-permeable wards... but why would he-"
Suddenly, with a flash of light, Harry appeared in the middle of the graveyard holding the Triwizard Cup. Oddly, he appeared to be injured and looked bewildered, his head whipping in every directions as if trying to .
Dumbledore pales, "The Cup was a portkey…"
[Continues as cannon, for full scene please refer to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire]
Meanwhile outside of the the barrier, the gathered crowd could only watch in horrified silence as the newly resurrected Voldemort gloated to his followers.
"It was a trap," Dumbledore whispered, his mind working a mile a minute to try and understand what he was seeing. Harry had walked into this willingly. How had he become injured? Had he expected to die? Had something gone wrong? Something didn't fit. One of the pieces was missing.
"Yes, it was a trap, but for whom."
Dumbledore whirled around, wand at the ready... only to find Ginny Wesley smiling viciously at the scene within the dome. Dumbledore started, confuse. "For whom? What do you… unless…" he trailed off, a look of comprehension dawning on his face before turning around to stare in awe at the seemingly helpless boy tied to the headstone of Voldemort's father.
"Unless what Albus?!" demanded Professor McGonagal, who had evidently been listening in.
"A strategy worthy of Slytherin…"
"I find the implication that Potter is in any way Slytherin incredibly insulting," Snape muttered.
"It's quite simple really. If I am right, Harry has been planning for this the whole time," he spoke never taking his eyes off Harry. "Most likely he discovered who put his name in the Goblet of Fire and deduced that they were an agent of Voldemort then... he planned accordingly. All this time Voldemort has thought that he was leading Harry into a trap, but instead it was Harry that had laid a trap him, simply extraordinary.…"
Harry was standing now, Voldemort having challenged him to a duel to the death... and he was laughing.
"What's so fun-" Voldemort began before he was cut.
"FYRIE!" Harry commanded, casting a stream of Fiend Fyre to his right incinerating severl Death Eaters as well as a wide space of the graveyard. "And Nagini makes seven…" he murmured, a vicious grin spreading across his face.
"What did you say?" Voldemort asks in a deadly whisper that carried over the entire field and into the stands.
"Hufflepuffs cup," Harry replied, giving a casual wave of his wand to reveal the image of a teacup hanging in the air infront of him. "Your grandfather's ring," he waves his wand again changing the picture to that of an ornate ring set with a strange stone. "The Diary," he waved his wand again, this time showing an image of a black leather book. "Slytherin's Locket," another wave this time showing a locket with a serpentine S carved into it. "Ravenclaw's Diadem," a final wave this time showing the image of an ornate tiara. "Nagini," he points at the patch of scorched earth where one could just barely make out the charred remains of a large snake as the floating image faded. "And you," he says pointing at Voldemort. "One soul, seven pieces, six destroyed," he continued bending down into a dueling stance, a second wand appearing in his off hand as he releases the illusion and the barriers hiding the watching crowd, "your move Tom."
Chapter Z: Truly Mad
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Fall of 1995...
[Sorting Song modified to fit the different circumstances]
But wait there's more
I have a second song
A warning for you all
Though some may think I'm wrong
You see a month or three ago
Returned a menace known as Riddle
Whose name you all fear to speak
Yet a child played him like a fiddle
Like his name he'd fled from death
And lived by any means he could
And so the Dark Lord waited
Until the rat before him stood
He had a goal, a scheme, a means
He hatched a cunning plot
To slay his greatest foe
But there was something he knew not
You see his foe had gone where none had dared
And conquered the greatest foe of man
Against the boy who's mastered death
What chance had one who ran?
So what is it that we've learned,
From this sorry rotting plotter?
It is that you must be truly mad
To try and fuck with Potter!
[Good luck Madame Umbridge in your new career path... you are going to need it. -Sincerely, The Sadistic Author]
End Notes
This fic was meant to be my one and only stab at Harry Potter fanfiction. As you can probably guess, that didn't last and it instead became my first attempt at a challenge and the spiritual predecessor of my Drabbles. The idea was that I would write a fic that was also a challenge in the hopes of attracting a potential author, updating every once in a blue moon to advertise. That has been... less than successful. So now The Marauders' Wrath shall take it's place among my Drabbles.
Anyway, I am a huge fan of HP time travel fics 1) because time travel is canon, 2) because there are sooooo many ways to pull it off in the Potterverse, and 3) because a time traveling Harry would be so overpowered that it's almost impossible for him NOT to troll the Wizarding World. When I first started writing this there were only single person traveler fics, never groups. So I decided to give Harry some backup... not that he would need it but I was aiming more for amusing anyway. This lead to a theme of "new and interesting" for this particular idea where I tried to come up with as many new tricks, tactics, and trinkets for Harry and friends to use as I possibly could.
This was the result... with a few updates and never before seen extras.
And for any of you worrying about my other fics. Yes, I am working on Naruto of the Nine Tails and both Wrath of a Woman Scorned stories and they will get updated when they get updated. Unfortunately, do not get paid to write fanfiction so I can't focus on my writing as much as I'd like.
Regards,
Delta