Between Two Points Series-Harry Potter
Title: Between Two Points Series
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: N/A
Summary: Everyone's dead leaving Harry alone to fight You-Know-Who. With only a few horcrux's destroyed, Harry decides to use a time-turner to go back in time to stop Tom Riddle. Only thing is,he's off on the time by five years.
The Room of requirement was eerily silent as a lone figure sat in the middle. The room resembled that of the room they had used for Dumbledore’s Army save for a lone window to the room’s left that let in the only source of light. Green eyes watched as gleams of light reflected off of the magical instrument.
The numbness began to settle in a while ago, practically leaving the boy of seventeen a hallow shell of his former self.
They were all dead, maybe some missing, but mostly dead.
Dumbledore had long passed by Snape’s hand. The Order had been killed when Death Eaters had found the headquarters through a tip from a spy for Voldemort (Remus and the Weasley’s might have survived, Harry didn’t know). The Ministry; taken over by the dark side ages ago. And Ron and Hermione…Merlin he didn’t even know what had happened to them.
Harry flinched as a particularly bright ray of sunlight reflected off of the time turner and onto his face, almost like a child trying to get his mother’s attention.
The trinket wanted him to use it.
“My use and value unto you are gauged by what you have to do.,” read one of the inscriptions. A finger prodded the hourglass centered in the time turner.
“What I have to do…” Harry knew. The idea had popped into his head after Dumbledore had talked of horcrux’s the first time, saying Tom Riddle’s diary had been one of them. Though he had always felt he and Tom were alike, these thoughts were reinforced after getting to know more about the Slytherin. He had never mentioned it to anyone, knowing full well that they would think him ludicrous-as they probably should-, but he had always wondered what would have happened if someone had tried to change Riddle’s views on the world.
At the time it seemed stupid but now…
“Mu use and value unto you are gauged by what you have to do.”
Everyone was gone and Harry was alone to face Voldemort. Placing the object onto the ground d in front of him, harry rose from his position and stood. A holly wand was pulled of the boy’s pocket and aimed downward. The spell was recited perfectly by memory and Avada Kedavra green eyes didn’t stray from their objective.
“Temporibus anni retro!”
Just as the turner began to glow, banging started around the place where the door would be. The words of the shouts didn’t reach his ears, only unintelligible noise. But that didn’t matter as the already colorless room began to blur and become a mixture of things. The instrument on the ground was the only fixed object in a growing sea of darkness.
After what felt like an eternity, the spinning stopped and the Room of Requirement came back into view, same as it had been before.
For a second Harry thought it may not have worked, but a feeling in him told him otherwise.
First start with some clean robes, before the thought could finish, a robe like that of the Hogwarts ones replaced his old bloody and torn muggle clothes. At least that problem had been solved. Harry didn’t want to know how people would react to seeing a strange man in bloody and strange clothes wondering the halls of the school.
Now he just needed to find Dumbledore. He was the one most likely to believe that a boy had come back to the past to stop some evil guy from killing half the wizarding population…well he hope he would. The boy placed his wand in the robe pocket, snatched up the time turner, and set out through the doors. The hallway outside was predictably dark and empty, so using the specks of torchlight; he guided himself to the end of the hall with the stairs. Though Harry wished he had the Marauder’s Map and invisibility cloak, he reasoned that Hermione and Ron might need it more in evading the Dark Lord. Harry didn’t even have a clue where Dumbledore’s office was now.
If he had gotten the time right, Armondo Dippet was headmaster, and Dumbledore a professor. But what did he teach, and was the office even in the same place as it was in his time?
Harry rounded a corner, but stopped abruptly as the sound of footsteps came down the hall.
“…in my office when one of the paintings came in and told me of the intruder. Almost gave me a heart attack. Who do you think is trying to get in at this time of night! And on the first day of school! Surely Grindelwald hasn’t attacked Hogwarts!”
A second voice joined in.
“I am thinking the same thing, headmaster. But what I truly wonder is how someone were to get into the castle. With apparation wards up, all the ways to get in seem impossible.”
Harry knew that voice.
Throwing caution to the wind, Harry moved around the corner, making sure to hold his hands up in peace.
The two adults were facing away and harry wanted to get their attention before they could react.
“Professors, I can explain.”
While Dippet’s wand was raised as they turned, Dumbledore had his usual smile and twinkle in his eyes, hands held placidly to the side. His hair and beard were brown with very little grey compared to that of the one in his time (Harry shivered. That one was currently laying a stone grave). In fact he even looked younger than the Dumbledore in the memories of the diary Tom Riddle.
“Who are you, and how did you manage to get into Hogwarts? Dippet barked. There was a small hint of fear in his eyes. And Harry had a feeling it stemmed from him.
“Now Headmaster. I’m sure Grindenwald hasn’t gone as far as to begin recruiting school children. But how did you manage to ‘break into Hogwarts’?” Even before he finished his sentence, though, the twinkle in his eye increased tenfold.
“Or do we have a time traveler in our midst?”
Relief spread through Harry at not having to explain everything. Dippet’s eyes widened comically from under his grey eyebrows. Though his voice was cheery as he spoke.
“How extraordinary. I think it would be wise for us to continue our conversation in my office though, nosy portraits you see-“
“Actually,” Harry tried to keep his voice courteous, but his desperation might have held him back, “sir, I need to talk to D-Professor Dumbledore. Privately, it’s important.”
Both adults grew worried faces and Dippet’s worry might have been the only reason he didn’t protest.
“I see. Please follow me this way.”
Without glancing back to see if Harry followed, Dumbledore turned and began walking down the way he had originally came. Harry rushed forward, passed a watching Dippet. The hall opened to the star cases and the younger boy was barely able to keep up with other wizard as they weaved through the maze of staircases. Finally, Dumbledore stepped off at what Harry recognized as the third floor and continued to the Transfiguration classroom.
It was practically the same as McGonagall’s had had it, save for an addition of some portraits and other miscellaneous objects.
“My office is through this door, or do you already know that?” Dumbledore said. The Transfiguration office reminded Harry much of the Headmaster’s office in his time.
“Sherbert lemon?”
“No, thank you.” He had always wondered if there was Veritaserum in the candy. Dumbledore put back the proffered treat in its bowl on the desk. The older wizard moved and stood leaning against the side of his desk. Harry took a seat and waited.
“First I believe that starting with the basics would be best.”
“What is your name, if I may ask?”
“Harry Evans.” He recited back. Though his mother would later come to Hogwarts, Harry would make sure that he would stay under the radar so no one would remember him.
A muggleborn or half-blood, I assume?” the teacher noted.
“Half-blood.” Though Harry had no clue what that had to do with the situation. Dumbledore nodded and his stature turned serious.
“Now to what do I owe this great pleasure? You must have very good reasoning to go against the laws of time.” For once the thought of Dumbledore not agreeing with his plan popped into his head, though Harry forcibly pushed this out of his head. He had to succeed in this.
“There’s a war going on in my time- a very bad one. Hundreds-thousands have died and it’s all because of one person”-well two if you count myself “- I won’t say his intentions but know that if he is to continue both the wizarding and muggle world will suffer. He’s alive in this time, and… I wanted to try and do something to stop him, so that no one dies.”
“You will not be murdering anyone, no matter if it is in the name of good.”
Harry shook his head fervently.
“No, of course not. The best pan I could come up with was to befriend him.”
Dumbledore was silent. His eyes wondered around the room while twiddle his thumbs. After a short period of time, he spoke, his voice grave.
“I understand that it must be a very trying time, where you’re from, but you must realize this. It is very dangerous to meddle with time. Worse events that those occurring can happen. While one million is killed, and even worse one may survive. Wars turned into holocausts.”
A sinking feeling settled in Harry’s stomach. No he had to do this. The man must not understand what he was saying.
“But, sir-”
“I’m sorry. I do not want to appear cold hearted. Time traveling should only be used in the most extreme-“
“Which it is!”
-cases.” Dumbledore continued as if he had not heard him.
“Sir,” desperation bean to seep in and Harry did the only thing he could think of. He lied. “Sir, you gave me instructions to do this. To come back and stop him!”
The professor did not seem fazed yet examined him with guarded eyes.
“Pardon?”
“Yes you-you became headmaster of Hogwarts- and all the professors gathered in your office and came up with this plan! You all agreed I had the best chance of succeeding, so I was given the time turner. You said almost the thing, about it being dangerous, but said it was necessary.”
A silence fell over the room.
Dumbledore spoke, “And how do I know you are not a spy or work for the enemy of your time, and were not sent to kill a key figure that could alter the outcome of the future?”
Without even having to think, Harry said, “You like raspberry jam.”
After a small period of time, Dumbledore began moving things on his desk, making the Boy Who Lived thing this as a way to mull over his thoughts until the older wizard pulled out a blank piece of parchment out from under a stack of worn books along with a quill.
“I am going to inform Headmaster Dippet that Hogwarts will be gaining a new student. He shouldn’t need to know the details of why.”
“I assume you gave me a false name, so you will be known as Harry Evans. You escaped Britain in your fifth year with you family, to avoid the muggle war. But you were forced to travel back after two years abroad, leaving you now seventeen which explains why it looks like we have an adult a part of the student body. You are here to finish you fifth and onward education.”
“Any objections?”
Feeling the relief of Dumbledore believing him, Harry wouldn’t have cared if the story was that he was the princess of the unicorns of Great Britain and was on a journey to find his one true love. Well, he might have.
“Fantastic. You were sorted in a house, I presume?” Now this was where the problem started.
On one hand, if he was in Slytherin, he might be able to keep a better eye on Riddle. On the other, Harry was sure he would be eaten up by the snakes before he could say ‘Hi my names Harry Evans’. However, the first one outweighed the latter. Goodbye cozy Gryffindor common room with friendly gold and red.
“Yes I was. I was sorted into Slytherin.”
“Ah I see. Well, I do not know if it is the same in your time, but alas I am not the Slytherin head of house. I shall call a Slytherin prefect to help you to the dungeons. Help with the password and uniforms. You head of house, Professor Horace Slughorn, will help with your schedule, but not tonight. I do not know if you timed this, but you just so happened to land on the first day of school. Tomorrow is the first day of classes.”
Harry didn’t even remember what day it was that he had left, but he was sure it wasn’t September 1st. I don’t care. I just want to go to sleep. Exhaustion began to weigh down Harry (he didn’t even remember the last time he had slept on a cozy bed like those of Hogwarts, thanks to all the Horcrux hunting). A knock came at the door, startling only Harry.
“Ah that must be the prefect. ”Dumbledore said in his usual warm tone. With a flick of his hand the door opened.
And then a thought occurred to Harry. Wasn’t Riddle a prefect? No it was head boy. Or could it have been both? Yes it was both and I should be in the year he was prefect not head boy.
Yet, as Harry’s emerald eyes traveled up the figure’s body from the foot up he realized one thing once they settled on the boy’s face.
This isn’t Tom Riddle. So where was he?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: N/A
Summary: Everyone's dead leaving Harry alone to fight You-Know-Who. With only a few horcrux's destroyed, Harry decides to use a time-turner to go back in time to stop Tom Riddle. Only thing is,he's off on the time by five years.
The Room of requirement was eerily silent as a lone figure sat in the middle. The room resembled that of the room they had used for Dumbledore’s Army save for a lone window to the room’s left that let in the only source of light. Green eyes watched as gleams of light reflected off of the magical instrument.
The numbness began to settle in a while ago, practically leaving the boy of seventeen a hallow shell of his former self.
They were all dead, maybe some missing, but mostly dead.
Dumbledore had long passed by Snape’s hand. The Order had been killed when Death Eaters had found the headquarters through a tip from a spy for Voldemort (Remus and the Weasley’s might have survived, Harry didn’t know). The Ministry; taken over by the dark side ages ago. And Ron and Hermione…Merlin he didn’t even know what had happened to them.
Harry flinched as a particularly bright ray of sunlight reflected off of the time turner and onto his face, almost like a child trying to get his mother’s attention.
The trinket wanted him to use it.
“My use and value unto you are gauged by what you have to do.,” read one of the inscriptions. A finger prodded the hourglass centered in the time turner.
“What I have to do…” Harry knew. The idea had popped into his head after Dumbledore had talked of horcrux’s the first time, saying Tom Riddle’s diary had been one of them. Though he had always felt he and Tom were alike, these thoughts were reinforced after getting to know more about the Slytherin. He had never mentioned it to anyone, knowing full well that they would think him ludicrous-as they probably should-, but he had always wondered what would have happened if someone had tried to change Riddle’s views on the world.
At the time it seemed stupid but now…
“Mu use and value unto you are gauged by what you have to do.”
Everyone was gone and Harry was alone to face Voldemort. Placing the object onto the ground d in front of him, harry rose from his position and stood. A holly wand was pulled of the boy’s pocket and aimed downward. The spell was recited perfectly by memory and Avada Kedavra green eyes didn’t stray from their objective.
“Temporibus anni retro!”
Just as the turner began to glow, banging started around the place where the door would be. The words of the shouts didn’t reach his ears, only unintelligible noise. But that didn’t matter as the already colorless room began to blur and become a mixture of things. The instrument on the ground was the only fixed object in a growing sea of darkness.
After what felt like an eternity, the spinning stopped and the Room of Requirement came back into view, same as it had been before.
For a second Harry thought it may not have worked, but a feeling in him told him otherwise.
First start with some clean robes, before the thought could finish, a robe like that of the Hogwarts ones replaced his old bloody and torn muggle clothes. At least that problem had been solved. Harry didn’t want to know how people would react to seeing a strange man in bloody and strange clothes wondering the halls of the school.
Now he just needed to find Dumbledore. He was the one most likely to believe that a boy had come back to the past to stop some evil guy from killing half the wizarding population…well he hope he would. The boy placed his wand in the robe pocket, snatched up the time turner, and set out through the doors. The hallway outside was predictably dark and empty, so using the specks of torchlight; he guided himself to the end of the hall with the stairs. Though Harry wished he had the Marauder’s Map and invisibility cloak, he reasoned that Hermione and Ron might need it more in evading the Dark Lord. Harry didn’t even have a clue where Dumbledore’s office was now.
If he had gotten the time right, Armondo Dippet was headmaster, and Dumbledore a professor. But what did he teach, and was the office even in the same place as it was in his time?
Harry rounded a corner, but stopped abruptly as the sound of footsteps came down the hall.
“…in my office when one of the paintings came in and told me of the intruder. Almost gave me a heart attack. Who do you think is trying to get in at this time of night! And on the first day of school! Surely Grindelwald hasn’t attacked Hogwarts!”
A second voice joined in.
“I am thinking the same thing, headmaster. But what I truly wonder is how someone were to get into the castle. With apparation wards up, all the ways to get in seem impossible.”
Harry knew that voice.
Throwing caution to the wind, Harry moved around the corner, making sure to hold his hands up in peace.
The two adults were facing away and harry wanted to get their attention before they could react.
“Professors, I can explain.”
While Dippet’s wand was raised as they turned, Dumbledore had his usual smile and twinkle in his eyes, hands held placidly to the side. His hair and beard were brown with very little grey compared to that of the one in his time (Harry shivered. That one was currently laying a stone grave). In fact he even looked younger than the Dumbledore in the memories of the diary Tom Riddle.
“Who are you, and how did you manage to get into Hogwarts? Dippet barked. There was a small hint of fear in his eyes. And Harry had a feeling it stemmed from him.
“Now Headmaster. I’m sure Grindenwald hasn’t gone as far as to begin recruiting school children. But how did you manage to ‘break into Hogwarts’?” Even before he finished his sentence, though, the twinkle in his eye increased tenfold.
“Or do we have a time traveler in our midst?”
Relief spread through Harry at not having to explain everything. Dippet’s eyes widened comically from under his grey eyebrows. Though his voice was cheery as he spoke.
“How extraordinary. I think it would be wise for us to continue our conversation in my office though, nosy portraits you see-“
“Actually,” Harry tried to keep his voice courteous, but his desperation might have held him back, “sir, I need to talk to D-Professor Dumbledore. Privately, it’s important.”
Both adults grew worried faces and Dippet’s worry might have been the only reason he didn’t protest.
“I see. Please follow me this way.”
Without glancing back to see if Harry followed, Dumbledore turned and began walking down the way he had originally came. Harry rushed forward, passed a watching Dippet. The hall opened to the star cases and the younger boy was barely able to keep up with other wizard as they weaved through the maze of staircases. Finally, Dumbledore stepped off at what Harry recognized as the third floor and continued to the Transfiguration classroom.
It was practically the same as McGonagall’s had had it, save for an addition of some portraits and other miscellaneous objects.
“My office is through this door, or do you already know that?” Dumbledore said. The Transfiguration office reminded Harry much of the Headmaster’s office in his time.
“Sherbert lemon?”
“No, thank you.” He had always wondered if there was Veritaserum in the candy. Dumbledore put back the proffered treat in its bowl on the desk. The older wizard moved and stood leaning against the side of his desk. Harry took a seat and waited.
“First I believe that starting with the basics would be best.”
“What is your name, if I may ask?”
“Harry Evans.” He recited back. Though his mother would later come to Hogwarts, Harry would make sure that he would stay under the radar so no one would remember him.
A muggleborn or half-blood, I assume?” the teacher noted.
“Half-blood.” Though Harry had no clue what that had to do with the situation. Dumbledore nodded and his stature turned serious.
“Now to what do I owe this great pleasure? You must have very good reasoning to go against the laws of time.” For once the thought of Dumbledore not agreeing with his plan popped into his head, though Harry forcibly pushed this out of his head. He had to succeed in this.
“There’s a war going on in my time- a very bad one. Hundreds-thousands have died and it’s all because of one person”-well two if you count myself “- I won’t say his intentions but know that if he is to continue both the wizarding and muggle world will suffer. He’s alive in this time, and… I wanted to try and do something to stop him, so that no one dies.”
“You will not be murdering anyone, no matter if it is in the name of good.”
Harry shook his head fervently.
“No, of course not. The best pan I could come up with was to befriend him.”
Dumbledore was silent. His eyes wondered around the room while twiddle his thumbs. After a short period of time, he spoke, his voice grave.
“I understand that it must be a very trying time, where you’re from, but you must realize this. It is very dangerous to meddle with time. Worse events that those occurring can happen. While one million is killed, and even worse one may survive. Wars turned into holocausts.”
A sinking feeling settled in Harry’s stomach. No he had to do this. The man must not understand what he was saying.
“But, sir-”
“I’m sorry. I do not want to appear cold hearted. Time traveling should only be used in the most extreme-“
“Which it is!”
-cases.” Dumbledore continued as if he had not heard him.
“Sir,” desperation bean to seep in and Harry did the only thing he could think of. He lied. “Sir, you gave me instructions to do this. To come back and stop him!”
The professor did not seem fazed yet examined him with guarded eyes.
“Pardon?”
“Yes you-you became headmaster of Hogwarts- and all the professors gathered in your office and came up with this plan! You all agreed I had the best chance of succeeding, so I was given the time turner. You said almost the thing, about it being dangerous, but said it was necessary.”
A silence fell over the room.
Dumbledore spoke, “And how do I know you are not a spy or work for the enemy of your time, and were not sent to kill a key figure that could alter the outcome of the future?”
Without even having to think, Harry said, “You like raspberry jam.”
After a small period of time, Dumbledore began moving things on his desk, making the Boy Who Lived thing this as a way to mull over his thoughts until the older wizard pulled out a blank piece of parchment out from under a stack of worn books along with a quill.
“I am going to inform Headmaster Dippet that Hogwarts will be gaining a new student. He shouldn’t need to know the details of why.”
“I assume you gave me a false name, so you will be known as Harry Evans. You escaped Britain in your fifth year with you family, to avoid the muggle war. But you were forced to travel back after two years abroad, leaving you now seventeen which explains why it looks like we have an adult a part of the student body. You are here to finish you fifth and onward education.”
“Any objections?”
Feeling the relief of Dumbledore believing him, Harry wouldn’t have cared if the story was that he was the princess of the unicorns of Great Britain and was on a journey to find his one true love. Well, he might have.
“Fantastic. You were sorted in a house, I presume?” Now this was where the problem started.
On one hand, if he was in Slytherin, he might be able to keep a better eye on Riddle. On the other, Harry was sure he would be eaten up by the snakes before he could say ‘Hi my names Harry Evans’. However, the first one outweighed the latter. Goodbye cozy Gryffindor common room with friendly gold and red.
“Yes I was. I was sorted into Slytherin.”
“Ah I see. Well, I do not know if it is the same in your time, but alas I am not the Slytherin head of house. I shall call a Slytherin prefect to help you to the dungeons. Help with the password and uniforms. You head of house, Professor Horace Slughorn, will help with your schedule, but not tonight. I do not know if you timed this, but you just so happened to land on the first day of school. Tomorrow is the first day of classes.”
Harry didn’t even remember what day it was that he had left, but he was sure it wasn’t September 1st. I don’t care. I just want to go to sleep. Exhaustion began to weigh down Harry (he didn’t even remember the last time he had slept on a cozy bed like those of Hogwarts, thanks to all the Horcrux hunting). A knock came at the door, startling only Harry.
“Ah that must be the prefect. ”Dumbledore said in his usual warm tone. With a flick of his hand the door opened.
And then a thought occurred to Harry. Wasn’t Riddle a prefect? No it was head boy. Or could it have been both? Yes it was both and I should be in the year he was prefect not head boy.
Yet, as Harry’s emerald eyes traveled up the figure’s body from the foot up he realized one thing once they settled on the boy’s face.
This isn’t Tom Riddle. So where was he?