A/N: I think you've got the hang of it now...unless this is your first fanfiction read. I don't own anything related to Harry Potter and nor do I wish it.

This work has been beta-ed by foreverme98 and I'm very grateful for the help. The ideas and meanings might be my work but the presentation is entirely the beta's grace.

A word about the story if you wish. This is a Harry Potter Time travel story. DH compliant, ignores epilogue.

Absolutely no slash, maybe some organ-repaing here and there and a few extremist attacks for violence, some craziness and a total disregard for romance but some suggestive comments for mature content. Nothing big, so I hope the rating T's fair.

Chapter 1

The clouds in the sky were pearly white that day; the sky was a deep blue that could only be matched by the ocean. Barefoot, Harry Potter strolled down the sandy beach. His feet were burning like an Incendo and Stinging-hex combined. Harry, now 47, was doing a ritual. A ritual that would create a new spell only he would know or be able to use. Harry was no longer the naive, ignorant boy that he used to be. He now understood the way the world worked. To survive he couldn't trust anybody. Having the upper hand was everything.

Harry planned to call the new spell "Lumnox". Lumnox would give him power over illusions. It would cover invisibility cloaks, disillusionment charms, invisible talismans, light deflecting wards...all of them would be ineffective at their task as long as his spell, Lumnox, was active.

Harry was usually very secretive with the spells he invented. He didn't relish the thought of sharing his knowledge with the world. People would use what he knew against him if his spells ever fell into the wrong hands. He'd learned this the hard way, after revealing a translation spell that allowed modern runes to be read like plain English. Insurgent Muggle-born terrorists and pure-blood extremists became a problem for him during his term as Head Auror. That was until he destroyed them with newly invented, this time, secret spells.

The ritual he was currently conducting on the beach was nearing completion. The alien runes drawn on the sand were glowing brightly. The waves no longer crashed against the shore, as if the sea didn't wish to interfere.

Harry walked around the runes in a convex, 57-sided polygon. As he neared the convex angle, the runes suddenly sucked in light and turned black. Once the runes had passed the arm of the angle, they instantly became lighter and lighter, then they came to a stop, which is when they turned invisible. Harry could still sense them despite not being able to see them; they were merging into himself and his two wands. Soon, the ritual was completed and the sea rushed forward.

He'd created the spell to last for years. He guessed it would fade in about 10 years or so; though, he couldn't say for sure.

Sighing, Harry quickly ran off the hot sand and dived for the shade his van offered. Harry had given up most of the Potter mansions and estates, along with most of the welfare institutions he had founded. The few he kept were of strategical importance, like the one located in Canada and Antarctica. They were important because both places shifted to the Earth's exact north and south magnetic poles.

The van was all he lived in these days. After the Hogwarts Battle, he knew his academic knowledge was incomplete. McGonagall had pleaded with him to finish his 7th year. Taking her concern seriously, he had gone through the 7th year syllabus; his unease increased the longer he looked it over. He'd suspected that Hogwarts was not teaching everything correctly. Still foolish in those years, he had discussed it with his childhood friends- Hermione and Ron. It didn't take him long to realize that Hermione was blinded to the truth and Ron was not the type to seek knowledge on his own.

Hermione, who he once regarded as one of the brightest students Hogwarts had ever seen, was nothing more than a tarnished memory to him now. She'd told him he was being silly, she'd told him he was a fool for having any sort of suspicions. Her reasoning being the teacher's were capable, wise, and overall good people. Harry didn't believe her then, and his feelings on the subject hadn't changed over the years. The translation incantation was enough evidence for Harry to stand firm in his belief that she was wrong and, he was right. What really pissed him off was that she seemed to think her 7th year at Hogwarts was a completion of her education. In his mind, it was only the beginning.

It was sad that such a bright mind had been twisted to serve the purpose of others. She had been taught to trust her elders, to never questioned things at a basic level. Whatever the teachers said to her, she believed to be the undeniable truth. Unfortunately, she took everything at face value because she believed in the wrong people.

Harry Potter knew better. He had watched the teachers- they themselves were ignorant brats. Oh, they knew how to get by. The only problem being they didn't know very much. They could make observations, but they weren't able to give supporting evidence to proof their ideas as facts. When asked why something happened a certain way, the student would get careless answers.

For example, The Vanishing Charm sent objects into hyperspace, which is where space objects get sent after travelling faster than the speed of light. Magons, the particle elements of magic, would help a magician do this. But according to McGonagall, this was a charm that simply did what it did. She had done her mastery related research in this charm and would proudly state that "Vanished objects go nowhere." He often wondered how she had come to that conclusion, but he could never come up with a satisfying answer.

He had learned a simple way to explore every avenue of Transfiguration, Charms, Wards, Potion-making, Arithmancy, Runes, Alchemy, Physics, along with Chemistry, of course, and Healing. Defence naturally was just a combo of these, and thus was his reason for liking Defence since he was a boy.

He had even discovered a method that predicted how a magical creature was formed. His most startling discovery was that dinosaurs were magical; more specifically, time-manipulating magic, though in a small scale- several minutes or so.

But Harry was offset by one thing that proved to be an obstacle. His magical education at Hogwarts had damaged his Magon sensing and manipulating ability. Neurons had permanently created an unremovable, but reducible link of blind reasoning. He had to strive hard for genuine belief, all because of his poor education.

Awareness was the first thing that Magons required. The second thing was the absence of misconceptions; for they inhibited a wizards or witches Magon centres in their brains. The third thing was a stable, magical core, the only one Hogwarts provided.

Students were damaged at a fundamental level. Because of this, he struggled to grasp new concepts but struggle he did. Giving up was not an option. It was never an option. He kept working to improve his mind, despite what Hogwarts had done to him. In fact, he'd made an unbelievable discovery. He'd been able to encounter life in other worlds through his advent in magical particle physics. Of course, he would be scoffed out of the magical world if he were to vent this discovery to anyone.

His means of travel were by magical means; through those very group of Magons. He had discovered and studied all forms of magical life, and Magons tended to choose only highly sentient beings. And thus, his alien technology was the key.

Magic elementary particles also allowed him to transport him to any place where other Magons were present; he could appear right inside the Hogwarts Headmaster's office or the Chamber of Secrets if he wanted to.

His travels to alien worlds had raised an important observation- not all aliens were of the same universe. Many were of different dimensions. He would disguise himself and relate all of the research he recorded, which often led to conclusive results. Trips to other worlds always changed his perception of the multiverse.

This led to another important topic- time.

Time seemed to be bound to a certain group of Magons he had nicknamed Chronons. He'd discovered that the lack of energy in them moved time forward. Slowly in some cases, where they were excited, but always forward. If he could inject enough energy into them...maybe, just maybe, he could go backwards in time. After all, time turners were available to him.

He had discovered that the sand used in time turners was not sand at all, but Chronons in a high energy states. Another discovery he'd made was that time turners were no longer being manufactured. All of them were defective. The technology was fairly ancient...dating back to the age of the dinosaurs.

He'd started a project to give him the ability to go back in time. Harry tended to be secretive, but for this particular project, he was super-paranoid. After a decade, he could not only go back in time by several centuries, but he could also make himself young, and, in a more startling discovery, do something that could only be described as sending his present self back to his younger self.

Once he'd found out both present and past consciousness' could merge with each other, he'd quickly figured out that material possessions could be sent back too. The problem was that once he started altering the timeline, things would get messy, fast. Timelines would branch off. This meant that the world he had defeated Voldemort in, and the new world he planned to live in, would be separated.

Eventually, he decided he didn't care about the consequences. No harm would come of his actions since he was the only one who would know about the alternate universe. All he had to do was make sure he took all of his belongings with him.

He couldn't ignore the guilt that washed over him when he thought of Cedric, Fred, Colin and many, many others, such as Remus, Tonks, Sirius...all of the people that didn't survive the war, haunted his thoughts at night. He couldn't escape their memory, no matter how hard he tried.

All that mattered now, all he really cared about, was righting Hogwarts' wrongs. He was more powerful than any wizard. Even Merlin he had surpassed with his Chronons research, but it still wasn't enough. He wasn't enough. He was not what he could have been if he had been uninhibited. No, he would rectify everything that caused him pain and inhibition. Ignorance would be overcome. He would destroy it.

And thus, he was developing an arsenal of long-term wards, new, helpful spells, and a nearly unlimited stock of potions. Even as he stepped into the van, which he had named "The Junk", all of his potions were brewing themselves and bottling themselves up. He ticked off Lumnox on his spell arsenal chart. It was the last spell to be ticked off. The day after tomorrow, he would be fully prepared to leave this timeline.

3 days later, he set off the energy plants on his high energy Chronon condensate.

A/N: I'm not native-english and the chapter was betaed by foreverme98, I'm really grateful for her help and work. Honestly, I don't think I myself could've read my own version, but thanks to foreverme98, it's done!

THANKS to her! I simply can't enough about my thankfulness (or gratitude? Darn, gotta shake the life outa those Enlgish teachers of mine)

And feel free to review whatever you want to say. Though I'm first time writer, I've got no problems in negative or positive criticisms. But kindly keep ranting to a minimum (meaning don't use needless cussing/praises and actually comment on the work a bit) and help a poor author on his way to writing.