Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own Harry Potter. All rights go to its owner, excepted for my characters.

Omnipotent.01: Hadrian will indeed not be very happy about what happened. However... he is also a little bit responsible for how it played out. He knew everything, and didn't really interfere. So, with that in mind, how will it play out ? Well, you'll see in today's chapter. Thanks for the review. Good vibes, and take care !

JohnMonty: Hey ! Hope you are doing good ! Hadrian did good, thankfully. He has been fighting for so long that when it comes to prepare himself for every possible scenario, he is ready. And Harry sure did good. At eleven, he was able to hold Quirell back. About the Dumbledore vs Voldemort, I agree that I could have written a bit more of the fight, but well, with already the big fight between Deos and Hadrian, and Harry and Quirell, I thought that it would be too much. Then, when it comes to Harry being killed or not... You have the answer here, so I might as well let you read it ;). Finally, about Harry absorbing Tom's horcrux, I thought about that back when I was writing that chapter, and prefered not to do that. Not because I didn't want to make a very powerful Harry, but because I wanted him to grow and become powerful by his own means, through atrocious training and things like that. But that doesn't mean that he won't have a power up thanks to the destruction of the horcrux. Thanks for the review and the support. I truly appreciate it ! Take care, and have a good day !

CaskettFan5: Hello ! You know what, that's a good idea ! But at the same time, I feel like Hadrian wouldn't want Harry to think luck can resolve everything. So maybe if I write a scene where Hadrian talks about his past, I will include that, but I still need to think about it. And I'm happy you figured out about him not being the best parent. When I started to write the story, I had one wish, one that I knew might make people mad against me or shit, but it was to make a human character. What do I mean by that ? He is not perfect. He can forget things, make errors, etc... And I believe that, with Hadrian at least, I succeeded. He is not a bad parent because he wants to, he just doesn't really understand how to be one. Remember that in my version of the epilogue, he wasn't really there for his family, as he was constantly working around the world. Then, when he came back in time, he started to view things as a whole, and instead of being the best parent he could be for Harry, thought 'I will prepare him so he won't make the same mistakes as me'. But by doing that... He might lose something important. Just be a dad. Anyway, about the soul shard, let's hope that Hadrian learns something... but will he ? Or will he be too devoted in his own mission... let's see. Thanks for the review ! Take care !

Indra074: Thank you for the support ! I hope you'll continue to enjoy the story.

ADJ: I am beyond happy that you like "everything" about the story. I hope it will stay like that forever hahaha. Take care, and have a great day !

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At the very edge of existence, where the light of Heaven fades and the flames of Hell do not yet burn, lies the Limbo. A realm veiled in mist, where wandering souls drift in eternal silence. There, time flows like a forgotten river, without waves or shores. Neither day nor night marks the void, only a constant dim light shining across the desolate landscape. Skeletal-branched trees stand like silent sentinels, their withered leaves whispering lost secrets. The ground is cold and damp, imbued with an infinite sadness. Indistinct murmurs and muffled sighs float in the air, like echoes of a forgotten life.

It is in these Limbo that wander the souls who have not found their place. Those who have not known the grace of Heaven or the damnation of Hell. It is also the resting place of souls awaiting their judgment. Some wander aimlessly, lost in the fog, condemned to a ghostly existence. Others desperately seek a way out, a path to light or darkness.

In Limbo, time has no hold. Memories fade, regrets are erased, and identity gradually dissolves. Only solitude remains, an inevitable companion in this forgotten world. Only a few rare beings escape this fate. Legendary heroes, pure and courageous souls, sometimes manage to transcend Limbo and find the peace they seek. This lost place, an unfathomable mystery, a realm between life and death, where the soul wanders forever in silence and oblivion.

Harry Potter, unconscious, laid on a cold, indistinct floor. A soft, diffused light illuminated the space, but no source was visible. Harry slowly opened his eyes, his blurred vision gradually adjusting to the dim light. Confused and disoriented, he tried to stand, but a searing pain shot through his body. Moving slowly, he raised his hand to his forehead and tried to piece together the events that led him to his situation.

Suddenly, an incalculable number of memories assailed him. He saw his entire life flash before his eyes. His early childhood with his parents, Voldemort, his Muggle family, Hagrid, Hogwarts, Hadrian, the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell, the duel between Voldemort and the Headmaster, the Killing Curse... The Killing Curse!

He had seen the green flash heading straight for Hermione and had acted without thinking. Did that mean he was dead?

He got up slowly, taking the time to observe the world around him. A shrill sound echoed behind him. He turned around and saw a strange mound of decaying flesh. His face twisted in disgust as he skirted the misshapen being.

As he reached the front of the thing, he looked carefully at the being's face and recognized it immediately. It was the same one that was embedded in the back of his old teacher's head.

He vaguely remembered the fight against him, the death spell, and especially the feeling of falling into nothingness.

Suddenly, a soft, familiar voice echoed through the space: "Harry, my love." Harry looked up and saw two people. The first one looked like him as two peas in a pod, the only difference between them being the color of their eyes. The second was a beautiful woman with long red hair and bright green eyes. Even though he only had a few memories of them, he managed to recognize them without difficulty.

James and Lily Potter stood before him. They were as young as they were when they died, and just as radiant, as if frozen in time. Tears welled up in Harry's eyes. "Mom? Dad?"

Lily stepped forward and took him in her arms.

"Harry, it's us. Everything is fine, don't worry." James put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "You're safe now, son."

Harry snuggled against his mother, savoring the warmth of her embrace. He had so many questions to ask them, so many things to tell them. Lily hugged him tighter. "We know you have a lot of questions, Harry. But our time is limited, so we have to be quick."

Harry nodded, although perplexed. His parents, seeing his incomprehension, explained where he was. "You are not dead, Harry, you're in... a sort of in-between, so to speak," his mother said vaguely.

"But how is that possible? The green spell hit me. The same spell that killed you, Mom. How could I have survived?"

His mother's eyes, hitherto bright, seemed to dim for a moment. He then saw his father step forward and speak. "Harry... That day, Voldemort didn't die, you know that? However, the spell he cast on you, also known as the Killing Curse, is almost impossible to block. At the time, it ricocheted off you and hit him full force. If he were any man, he would be dead. But the spell, instead of killing him, tore off a part of his soul."

The young Potter's eyes widened as he understood the implication. "This spell attacks the soul directly? But if that's true, where's that fragment today?" he asked in shock.

"It had attached itself to the only living being in the room at the time – you, son. A part of his soul lived in you," James declared grimly.

Harry's legs collapsed under him. There was a part of Voldemort's soul in him. He now understood who the strange piece of flesh he had seen belonged to. It was Voldemort. Well, a part of him.

His mind, which was racing, stopped on one of the words his father had said.

"Wait, you said 'lived'? So, that means it's no longer the case?" Harry asked with a glimmer of hope.

Lily then spoke again with a soft smile. "Indeed. Voldemort himself made sure of it," she explained.

Hearing this sentence reassured him to the depths of his being. There was nothing left of Voldemort inside him. He finally was Harry. Harry James Potter, son of Lily and James Potter, and pseudo-nephew of Hadrian Potter.

He continued to talk to his parents, telling them stories about his first year at Hogwarts and listening to their own. He had dreamed of this situation, and even though he knew his time was limited, he wanted to make the most of it.

Time did not exist in Limbo, so he had no idea what time it was in the real world. Had he been here for hours, days, or even months? No one could really know.

His vision suddenly began to blur. "Mom, Dad, what's happening?" he asked, worried.

"Everything is fine, son. As you've deduced, this spell kills the soul. However, when it touched you, instead of killing you, Harry Potter, it killed the part of his soul lodged in you. You're still alive, Harry. It is not yet the time for you to be here."

"R-Really? But... I-I want to stay with you! We have so much to tell each other!" Harry cried out, feeling his soul being pulled down.

"We will see each other again in due time, Harry, don't worry. Take care of your friends, and trust Hadrian. He's a man... who will do his best to take care of you. I don't doubt it for a second," his mother added with a knowing wink, implying that she held a secret he was unaware of.

The world around him had almost entirely disappeared by now. But he could still hear his father through the fog. "Try to get in touch with Sirius Black, your godfather, too. I know you don't necessarily understand what I'm talking about. But just remember one thing: he's innocent. Goodbye son, I love you."

Harry nodded and waved goodbye to his parents one last time. He had no idea what was in store for him, but he would make it through, just like he always had.

04/27/1992, 11H12, Hogwarts, Scotland:

Hadrian had just been through what he considered one of the worst weeks of his existence. After the fight against Deos, he had gone to the Minister to request reinforcements. Together, they counted the human and material losses.

The Minister's men began rebuilding what was destroyed, gladly using Hadrian's help. The surviving Muggles had been subjected to a Memory Charm, but most still retained the memory of the massacre that had bloodied their peaceful town.

Juan had survived the fighting. The traveler had been right about the Mexican: he was under the influence of an Imperius Curse hidden under an Obliviate spell, which had led Juan and his comrades to believe that he was not affected by the curse.

Once the reports were in, Hadrian had taken the time to rest and heal. He'd suffered many injuries during the battle, though all curable with magic. At least, physically.

That day would remain etched in his memory as a stinging lesson in humility. Since the rituals, he had felt invincible, omniscient. The power and knowledge that his core and eyes gave him had made him lose sight of the most important thing in the world: his mortality.

He was just a mortal. If Deos had had a slightly larger magical reserve than his, he would have been killed after being disarmed. His survival was almost entirely down to luck. And that was unacceptable to him. So, he had set about mastering the gravity spell, to great success.

Once this new milestone had been reached, he had attended several meetings with the army and the Minister, realizing that his presence was no longer essential. The leader of the enemy group and the majority of his troops had fallen in battle, leaving only a few remote towns under the hold of the deceased.

After reminding Luis of the terms of their contract, he bid farewell to the friends he had made over the last few months and, armed with a magically signed letter of recommendation, he took a Portkey to Potter Manor.

Back home, he sent two letters to Harry to check in on him and announce his return to England. However, instead of receiving a reply from the young boy he had grown attached to, he received a letter from Dumbledore. The latter narrated Harry's latest adventure on the third floor, which did not surprise the English lord much. However, the end of the letter caused Hadrian's mood to plummet drastically. Harry was dead? It was impossible. Quirrell had never fought him at the time, and he couldn't touch him. So, how?

"Unless it was Harry who provoked the duel! Damn it!" he muttered, getting up abruptly from his desk and apparating to Hogwarts.

The powerful protections of the school redirected him to the entrance, where Dumbledore promptly joined him. "Albus, what the hell is this?! Don't you dare tell me Harry is dead under your protection!" he exclaimed, his usually peaceful face distorted with worry.

"Rest assured Hadrian, Harry is still alive. He is simply in a coma. Come, follow me," he asked the man, the usual twinkle behind his half-moon glasses absent.

Deciding that the well-being of his young protégé mattered more than anything, he remained silent and followed the old man. Together, they walked through the corridors at high speed, not giving a second glance to the student population and the paintings that watched the strange duo.

In a matter of moments, they arrived at the infirmary. With a simple wave of his hand, Albus opened the large doors. The two men entered the room, one following the other, and were silently guided by the nurse to Harry's bedside.

"The killing curse struck him. However, it would seem that once again he has managed to survive it," Dumbledore said, observing Hadrian's face, scrutinizing his reactions. The traveler nodded absentmindedly and slowly removed his blindfold, revealing his glowing white eyes. The old headmaster gasped in shock. The magical power that radiated from the man's gaze was just exactly like those of his first lover.

Albus now understood why he had been able to form a bond with the new Lord so quickly. He had found his old friend in him. When he had learned about what happened in Mexico, he had hesitated to send him a letter to ask if the massacre of all those men was truly necessary, but changed his mind. And now, he knew why. If the Potter in front of him had the same mentality as Gellert, it would be impossible to make him see things differently.

Hadrian, for his part, was unaware of the old man's thoughts, focusing solely on two things: the boy's survival and the horcrux. In the past, he could clearly see the mass of dark magic protruding from Harry's head. His eyes showed all magic affecting living beings around him in one way or another, so seeing it was inevitable.

However, there was nothing left to see. "Is the horcrux gone?" Hadrian murmured absentmindedly as he cast a diagnostic spell on the young boy in front of him. His remark took the headmaster by surprise.

"W-What did you say? A horcrux?" Dumbledore repeated stupidly.

"Albus, don't take me for a fool. I've seen enough souls corrupted by dark magic in my life to know how to identify one. But to see one locked up in a member of my family... that's something I didn't expect," Hadrian lied, finally looking the old teacher in the eye.

"I'm not a fool, and neither are you. You clearly knew what Harry had, just as I deduced it. The real issue there was that we didn't knew how to remove it," the younger man continued, his heart relaxing after he made sure the Gryffindor was alive. The headmaster sighed and lowered his head, the weight of age showing more than ever on his face.

"I wasn't sure, Hadrian. I could only guess. I suspected that with your eyes, you would notice it sooner or later. Perhaps subconsciously, I was hoping that you would find a solution that I hadn't thought of..."

Hadrian conjured up two chairs for himself and the distressed headmaster, and they sat down. After using it almost constantly during the war, Hadrian didn't even notice the absence of the headband protecting his eyes.

"I didn't want to take the risk of making a pact with the goblins. Knowing them, they wouldn't have hesitated to kill Harry without a second thought," Hadrian explained, focusing on his Occlumency.

Albus nodded, inwardly weighing the information he would have to reveal to the young man sitting in front of him. He had found no trace of his past other than what had been revealed to him. However, over the past year, they had forged a sincere bond.

The man in front of him was his magical equal, if not his superior. He hadn't hesitated to point out his mistakes in judgment. He had even tried to dissuade him from protecting the Philosopher's Stone within the school grounds, and then offered his help when he was refused.

Albus knew that his mistakes affected far more people than those of others. But at his age, was he still ready to embark on a new war? "I've heard of your exploits in Mexico. The nickname 'Invincible Soldier' even resonates here, in Britain," the headmaster began, a faint smile playing on the corner of his mouth.

"I know what you're going to say, Albus. You really think these people deserved a second chance, don't you?" the time traveler replied, playing with his wand to distract himself.

"Do you know what was the first thing I saw when I arrived there? I saw a man... No, a monster, murder a mother in front of her daughter, and then prepare himself to torture her. And he was just one man among many," he said, letting the sentence hang in the air.

Dumbledore raised his head, seeming about to retort, before Hadrian's gaze silenced him. "You are right, my young friend, forgive me. With age, we tend to want to forgive others, to seek the best in them. After spending a century fighting darkness, you can't blame me for seeking some kind of brightness within it," sighed the former Transfiguration professor.

Hadrian observed his old headmaster carefully. The man had never opened up to him like this in the future. He supposed that the latter really considered him as a friend that he could trust. "One less enemy is always good news," he supposed. A silence fell between them for a few moments.

"Hadrian?" Albus called out, his eyes filled with a determination that the young man had rarely seen in his elder. "I would like to ask you a favor." The former Gryffindor narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the gaze of the man in front of him for any sign of duplicity, before nodding. "I'm listening."

What the old man proposed took him by surprise. The latter asked Hadrian if he was ready to prepare Harry for the war, and to help him when Voldemort returned. In exchange, he would give him all the information in his possession, and support him as best he could.

"Albus, Harry is the closest thing I have to a son. He is part of my family. I intended to prepare him for war, and to join him, with or without your help," Hadrian admitted.

"It reassures me to have you on our side. In that case, I have quite a few things to tell you. Let's start with Voldemort, or Tom-".

The two wizards continued to discuss for several hours, stopping from time to time to check on the sleeping young boy. Hadrian pretended to be surprised by the headmaster's revelations. The latter, for his part, felt a weight lifted from his shoulders: he was no longer alone in this fight, and if he were to die someone else could take over.

05/01/1992, 13H31, Potter Manor, England:

When Harry woke up several days later, he took the British wizarding world by surprise. First, he noticed that his magical reserves had increased dramatically. His parents had told him in the strange world that a part of Voldemort lived in him. Maybe the latter was stealing magic from him. Who knows ?

Second, his uncle had returned and won the war. This further cemented his confidence in him. Hadrian Potter was a brave, very powerful man and above all someone he could count on in the future in his fight against Voldemort.

Thirdly, his parents had told him that he had a godfather, and that the latter was innocent. At first, he had been surprised by the confession, not even knowing that he had a godfather in the first place. That's why when he woke up, he immediately sent a letter to his uncle to tell him not to worry and to check this information.

He had learned from Hermione that he had almost never been alone since he had been in the infirmary. Hadrian, the headmaster, Daphne, Hermione and Neville took turns staying with him. Even the Slytherin, who had so far refused to show up in public with him, had not hidden her concern for the Gryffindor.

This did not please the young Draco Malfoy, who threatened her and told his father about it. However, against all odds, after a friendly visit from Lord Greengrass and the new Lord Potter to the family mansion, the former Death Eater told him to step aside and stop causing problems for the family.

This response further alienated the young heir who promised to get revenge one day.

Meanwhile, Hadrian, after making sure of his nephew's well-being, had embarked on a new mission: to free Sirius Black from Azkaban.

He knew he was innocent, but couldn't act alone without any reason. But, with the-boy-who-lived behind him, as well as in the name of the old alliance between the Black and Potter families, he could find a solution.

He began by contacting Amelia Bones after a Wizengamot meeting, and requested a private audience with her. He knew the woman was upright and stern, but fair. If he could prove his words, then what would happen could change magical Britain.

That's why, after a round trip to Hogwarts to talk to Harry, he went to his office, took out the list hidden in his desk and crossed out:

- End the magical war in Mexico

- Find allies (from all factions if possible in order to have eyes everywhere)

After all, when his godfather got out of Azkaban, he would finally have an ally in the dark faction, allowing him to have almost total control over the Wizengamot.

Once that was done, he put the list away, adjusted his collar and Apparated into the Ministry atrium.

05/01/1992, 13H33, Ministry of Magic, England:

Once there, he quickly crossed the atrium, already knowing the way to the Aurors' office from his past experience. He passed the secretary after giving his name and knocked on the door of the woman he was looking for.

"Enter!" he heard from the other side of the door. He then slowly opened the door and entered the room, making sure to close it magically to ensure that their conversation would not be overheard.

"I've heard a lot of good things about you in the newspapers, Lord Potter. But I'm curious to know how I can help you," she admitted, her gaze falling on the strange headband he always wore.

"As you know, I recently became the guardian of young Harry. I have learned as much as possible about his family, being a Potter myself, and I came across a strange piece of information," Hadrian began, his voice as smooth as silk.

"I'm listening, Mr. Potter," she replied simply.

"I'm sure you are. To keep it simple, I learned that Harry had a godfather, a certain Sirius Black," he intoned, choosing to ignore the woman's start at the man's name. "After some research, I learned that he had been incarcerated in Azkaban. However, I couldn't find out why. Not being in Britain at the time, I looked for his trial transcripts to understand why the poor boy's godfather hadn't taken care of him. Despite all my efforts, I was unable to find any trial. So, I thought that if anyone had information about this man, it would be you, as the head of the Aurors' office."

The woman froze for a few moments, before visibly coming to her senses: "I-I see. I can understand that you would want to know more about Black. To make it simple, he was the one who betrayed the Potter family. James Potter and Sirius Black were best friends during their schooling. So, when he sold them to the Dark Lord, it took our entire community by surprise," she explained, lowering her head, as if lost in thought.

"However, I find it strange that you couldn't find any trace of his trial. What happened was in the newspapers the morning after, so I can try to find the articles published at the time if you like," Bones offered distractedly, wondering inwardly what had happened to make the file disappear.

Hadrian felt the fury of the injustice his godfather had suffered slowly rising within him. He slowly lowered his blindfold, shocking and freezing the woman in front of him once again.

Amelia Bones felt the temperature drop in the room. Shivers ran down her spine as her magical core was crushed by the power emanating from the man in front of her.

"You've misunderstood me, Ms. Bones. I don't care about that lying rag you call a newspaper. If I need rubbish, I go to the trash bin, not the Ministry. The Black family and the Potter family had signed an alliance with the goblins. Sirius Black, even if he had wanted to, could not have betrayed his friend. So what I suggest you do is find this trial, or prepare yourself to release an innocent man from Azkaban," he declared coldly, annoyed by the Ministry's inaction.

"Y-You're threatening me?" she asked, failing to appear intimidating due to the power gap.

"No, you've misunderstood me. Threatening people is against the law. What I'm telling you is that you should do your job, because if I find out that it's not done properly, the entire Ministry will suffer the wrath of the noble families, as well as the Boy Who Lived."

The two continued to stare at each other for a few moments, before the office owner sighed in defeat. "You're right, I'll take care of it. But even if what you say is true, we'll have to force the Minister to reopen a trial, which will be almost impossible."

"The Minister won't be a problem. After all, if he manages to correct a mistake made by his predecessor, it will show the public that in addition to preparing the wizarding world for the future, he is also correcting the past," he explained slyly.

The woman put her hand under her chin, taking the time to think. She had already met the new Lord Potter at Wizengamot meetings. However, she did not know that the man was also so powerful. Deep down, she thought she should have guessed, especially after hearing about what he was doing in Mexico.

"In that sense, it could work. I'll take care of it, and I'll keep you updated on the progress, Mr. Potter. Don't worry, I'll get to work as soon as our meeting is over. If, as you think, Sirius Black was incarcerated without a trial, then we'll have to do a new one, and under veritaserum if I have my say."

"Perfect, in that case I won't keep you any longer Ms. Bones. Have a good day." He did not waste any time, and with a quick flick of his wand, he removed the office's protections and went out. His mission was accomplished, now he had to wait for the trial.

05/01/1992, 23H30, Hogwarts, Scotland:

Harry quietly closed the door behind him. He made sure his cloak was still hiding him, and cast a "Lumos Maxima" in the center of the room.

As expected, the classroom was empty. The only other person present was the one who had requested his presence. Daphne Greengrass was looking in his direction, visibly waiting for him to remove his cloak.

After one last look, he took off his cloak and, still silent, sat across from the girl.

"Good evening Daphne, are you okay?" he asked, curious as to why the girl had called him.

"I'm fine, Potter. Answer me honestly... Did you really fight the Dark Lord face to face?" she said coldly.

"In a way I guess, even though the bulk of the fight was between him and Dumbledore in fac-" he began before being violently cut off.

"You impudent idiot! You know you could have died?! Was it too hard for you to buy some time? Or even run away for help?! I don't care what you do with your life, Potter. But the last thing I wanted to hear when I woke up was that you had taken a killing curse!" she exclaimed, punctuating each word with a finger jabbed into his chest.

Harry raised his hands, surprised by the Slytherin's reaction. 'She often surprises me these days,' he thought, before resuming speaking to try to calm her down.

It took him several tries, but he finally managed to soothe her. He then took the time to explain what had happened, and apologized to the girl.

After his apologies, the two looked at each other in silence. Harry, tired by the day he had, rubbed his temples, before raising his head abruptly. His gaze, usually flamboyant, had cooled, giving way to a dark and icy green. "You know, if it was your father who asked you to play worried, you don't have to pretend. We're already allies, and I trust you. You don't need to go that far."

It was the Slytherin's turn to be taken by surprise. She didn't know that the Gryffindor had such a dark side to him. That look didn't lie. It was the real Harry.

And for a reason she didn't understand, she liked that look.

"You really think I acted on my father's orders? By Merlin's beard, Gryffindors really are stupid..." she whispered, a slight smile gracing her face.

Harry's anger immediately gave way to indignation. "Hey, repeat that! I got "Outstanding" and "Exceeds Expectations" on almost all the exams. That's not a bad result in potions, especially with Snape's hatred for me, that makes me stupid!" he replied, seeming annoyed.

"I wasn't talking about that... idiot." She couldn't help but laugh at the boy's face. He, who had been fighting for months for her to call him Harry. He had been relegated from 'Potter' to 'idiot'.

Harry shook his head in disgust. He would never understand girls. "I wonder if Uncle Hadrian is married," he thought, his mind drifting to the kind of person his uncle might like.

05/01/1992, 23H33, Azkaban, North Sea:

Sirius Black was enduring another endless night in Azkaban. Not that he wasn't used to it. The opposite in fact. But the Dementors, coupled with the icy wind that seeped through the tiny barred window of his cell, were enough to break most men.

Only the certainty of his innocence allowed him to keep his sanity. Every day, he fought, alternating between his human form and his Animagus form to escape the Dementors a little. He thanked James every day for suggesting the idea of becoming an Animagus. Without this power, he wouldn't have lasted a year in this hellish prison.

"Forgive me, James. Forgive me, Harry. I hope you're doing well, pup..." he repeated like a mantra for what must have been the millionth time. He regretted his failure. He regretted neither catching the traitor nor being there to take care of Harry. He hadn't even been given a trial, unlike the Death Eaters, including his insane cousin Bellatrix Lestrange, who was sleeping a few cells away.

As he suffered, reliving his past mistakes over and over again, he had no idea that in a few days, thanks to the intervention of a time traveler, his destiny would change.