'Thought' - 'I need to get out of here'

"Speaking" - "That'll be ᵴ4 & Ƙ20"

§Parseltongue§ - "§Mussst have the precioussss§"

~Spells~ - "~Avada Kedavra~"

[Foreign language] - "[Listen to me, Dementor, next time you try to suck out my soul there will be hell to pay.]" Spoken in perfect Enochian

₲1 = 1 Galleon

Ş1 = 1 Sickle

Ƙ1 = 1 Knut

₲1 = Ş17 = Ƙ29

£1 = 1 British Pound Sterling

$1 = 1 U.S. Dollar

₲1 = £10 = $16.00

Harry Potter, one hundred ninety years old and one of the last surviving being capable of magic in the world, blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to restore his vision. His ears still rang from the explosion and being half-blinded left him close to helpless. He dashed the tears from his eyes, ignoring the molten lava that rained down around him.

The Muggles had developed a new type weapon called a gravitational bomb. The explosion from the weapon would generate intense gravity waves designed to shake targets to pieces by disrupting the local gravity fields. A squib scientist for the purpose of disrupting and destroying wards designed the gravity bomb.

Harry had just apparated out of the final stronghold for wizards, Hogwarts, one might think this would be one of the first places attacked considering most squibs knew of the famed boarding school. However when Hogwarts was first attacked nearly 100 years ago and almost destroyed emergency protocols left in place by one or more of the founders used most of its magical energy and drained the entirety of four whole ley lines that it sat upon. The school ended up using a mass teleport and placed itself right at the bottom of the Bermuda Triangle.

Harry was flabbergasted; apparently the Muggles made a large-scale version of the gravity bomb and dropped it right to the bottom of the Devil's Triangle. There were strong magnetic currents running through the Bermuda Triangle, heightened by the ambient magic given off by Hogwarts and the rest of the Magical population. Now this bomb was way more destructive than anyone could've imagined the magnetic shockwave that was released when the bomb exploded was enhanced by the ambient magic and the magnetic currents in the area, what this did was send a magnetic pulse through the center of the earth and to each the North and South Pole. Absolutely no one could have predicted what was going to happen next, the pulse was just strong enough to cause a magic induced polar shift. This was a global catastrophe that would more than likely wipe out the rest of the Muggles that remained on Earth.

"Ha-ha fucking Muggles" Harry chuckled at the irony of it all, the reason the Muggles started the war in the first place was because they believed that Wizards/Magicals would end up destroying the earth with one of their unholy spells.

Everywhere he looked there was destruction, the very ground he stood on was rapidly shaking because of a multitude of medium and large magnitude earthquakes, to his right a 1000 meters off was a crack in the earth spewing out molten lava at an unprecedented rate, on his left was twister that just kept getting bigger and bigger, in the sky was a variety a things, molten rock, hail, rain, numerous bolts of lightning, trees that had been uprooted, etc. and right behind moving at enormous speeds appeared to be a tsunami made out of earth, water, mud, rocks, and trees. Harry looked at this magically powered natural disaster or man made disaster depending on how you look at it and pulled out the one thing that has saved his life more times than he can count during this century long war, his trusty time turner.

Harry's time turner wasn't just any old ministry sanctioned thing. Harry found the personal time turner of Chronos, or as most people know him, Father Time. One could say that Harry found this time turner by sheer luck or maybe it was stroke of fate. After the war against Voldemort or as Harry now started to refer to him in his mind 'Tom', the resurrection stone had disappeared from the headmaster's office and Harry was furious he was finally going to be the first person ever to unite all The Hallows but it seemed that this was not going to be the case. Harry searched for 20 years after the defeat of Voldemort and used Legilimency and Obliviate more times than a platoon of aurors used in their entire career. Throughout his search, he had gained dirt on nearly ¾ of every pureblood family in the magical world. He also learned many odd facts and through an adamant use of Occlumency he linked together several recent rumors and fairy tales, he formed several leads on magical items which could quite possibly be the resurrection stone.

Nineteen years into his search Harry had almost given up on the stone, he raided dungeons, pureblood castles, Muggle castles, dragon lairs, pyramids, ancient tombs, crypts, catacombs, burrows, caves, ravines, shrines, churches and more. After about 10 years of searching Harry stopped thinking that a person took the stone and the stone teleported itself when someone with 2 hallows was nearby with the intention to have all 3 of them. So he started digging up old legends through records in most pureblood homes and various Gringotts vaults he had broken into during his search. So he started going into any and all areas that might have some sort of 'hidden treasure'. He found many Muggle and magical items during his raids to find the one item he truly wanted. It was during the 19th year of searching that harry had exhausted pretty much every old rumor or story that mentioned some kind of treasure, one riddle stuck out to him that he found in ancient located in the Black family library

'I am the measureless and the immeasurable.

'I am more precious than gold but cannot be bought, earned, or saved.

'Sometimes I fly, sometimes I crawl, but I always pass inexorably.

'You mark me, try to save me, waste me, bide me, race against me.

'You measure me incessantly, with a passion for precision that borders on the obsessive.

'I am so vitally enmeshed within the fabric of all existence, in fact, that it's hard even to conceive of me as an independent entity and when you try, the result is less than enlightening.

'So try and find me!

The only way to have read this poem was with mage sight, Harry always kept mage site activated when searching for clues, but he had never encountered something quite like this before. This poem was written in magic, there was no other language; just magic and he understood magic because all Magicals understand magic on an instinctual level. After about 30 seconds of reading the poem the page burst into sand. It took Harry over 5 years to translate this poem from magic into his native tongue of English. Five years after that Harry finally found a clue! What seemed like the 1000th desert he had been to the sand finally matched what he saw was light brown colored sand, whirling slightly and had a sinking feeling to it, this was not why Harry knew this sand was the same as he could describe hundreds of areas with sand this way, it was the magical signature! The small amount of magic the poem used when it burst into sand primordial and primitive. Harry was currently flying above the sand using raw wandless magic to hold him in the air.

Harry started descending to the ground to look for clues about the treasure. The moment Harry touched the ground a massively oppressive magical force immediately forced him to the ground and knocked him out.

When Harry woke up he was immediately alert and pulled his wand and kodachi out, he started using swords about 2 years after starting the search for his stone, when he found a few in the crypt of a Japanese wizard, it became very convenient for close range combat.

"Hello, Mortal I see you solved my riddle" A voice entered Harry's mind slipping right through his master level occlumency barriers

In the face of this enemy, which was covered by shadows, Harry was shaking inside he knew he could never defeat this entity as long as he lived, on the outside however was Harry cold demeanor that he developed after the war against Voldemort was over.

"Did I? That's nice to know I have been trying to solve this particular clue for years, May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" Harry asked with a pleasant smile, throughout the years after Hogwarts Harry learned to embrace his Slytherin side. Situations were much smoother after this, his Gryffindor side was still very strong though, and I mean he's been hunting treasures for nearly 20 years.

"Hahahaha very well, my name is Chronos, and now what shall we give you for solving my riddle" Chronos said still standing within the shadows waved his hand and a table with 3 ornately designed chests appeared, all half the size of square meter. Chronos walked forward out of the shadows with a time like aura emanating from his skin that seemed to reflect a single second and eons all at once. He looked like an old man with a white beard donning a cloak and times carrying a scythe with an hourglass connected to the end of the scythe with a chain, hanging on his neck was a necklace that oddly looked like a time turner.

"Now choose one, the time is nigh." The entity spoke

Harry is looking at each box trying to notice even the minutest difference, however there are none. This leads him to think another treasure may be somewhere else in the room. Harry glances up and looks at the necklace Chronos is wearing and he senses the same the primordial magic on the necklace that was on the poem and what he felt when the magical presence knocked him out. He can also sense the same magic coming off the scythe in spades, but for some reason the magic on the necklace seems more complex.

Harry starts lifting his hand "I choose the necklace" Harry thought it was too best to not say your necklace as that might dissuade this mighty entity. He also did not pick the scythe because for one he has no idea how to use one and he was not so sure the being with so much divine power would give up his weapon.

"Hahahaha. I never thought you would pick my necklace. I only wore it today because it's the millennial equinox. It is even funnier because I did not foresee it."

My eyes gave a surprised looked and my mouth was openly gaping. Apparently this is one of the 2 days every 1000 years that he wears the necklace.

"Now listen here Mortal, this is without a doubt the most powerful artifact I have, that does not mean it will be useful however, it's up to you to figure out what it does."

And in less than a second that oppressive magic force Harry felt when he was knocked out hit him full blast and knocks him unconscious once again.

When Harry woke he surveyed the area and realized that the sand, he now realized were the sands of time, had disappeared. He checked himself to make sure he had all his equipment, which he did; he also had an extra piece hanging from his neck. Harry was so excited because of his new time turner and he knew at that moment that one day this ancient artifact would save his life.

With an incredible amount of destruction everywhere he looked from natural disasters to magically induced carnage the world was coming apart one layer of Earth at a time. So Harry compared his time turner to the one a normal wizard would have.

A regular time turner is just a piece of heavily enchanted jewelry with the hour reversal charm permanently enchanted to the center of the time device. Now a normal time turner does not actually let you go back in time, it just lets you view the time stream from another perspective, this is why you can only go back a few hours because too much and it could possibly create a cascading collapse in the time stream effectively ending the universe before it even began. Harry's time turner like all regular time turners had the hour reversal charm but he found it had other effects besides that. Harry's device was much like a Deathly Hallow in regards to its primordial power, now Harry was not all that sure about the effect on this time turner but he was sure about 3 things, it had to do with the sending his soul back in time, this was a one time thing, and it was powered with raw magical energy.

So Harry pulled out some kind bean of with ridiculous restorative properties he found in the ruins of an ancient tower, he called these 'Sensu Beans' and ate a handful of them which would keep him at full, then he started pushing all of his magical energy into the time turner. Harry pumped continuously for upwards to 5 minutes and filled the time turner with nearly 100 times his magical energy due to the Sensu Beans he ate constantly refilling his magical capacity back to full. When Harry finally filled the time turner with enough magical energy his time turner morphed into a ball of incredible magical energy and shone as bright as the sun. The ball of energy was about the size of basketball and just kept shrinking in size all the while condensing the enormous amount of magical energy when it was finally the size of a marble the energy seemed to implode and instantly vaporized everything in what seemed to be the sun. And all Harry knew was over.

Shock and surprise lasted for a while followed by despair because Harry could not find out what had happened nor could he be certain that something will happen in his current predicament. He was aware of his own situation, here he could not do anything but float around aimlessly, nor could he could he be sure if the Earth still existed nor could he even understand how much time has actually passed in the real world, was it days, months, years or even decades, he had nothing to rely on, his spirit which yearned for some indication was slowly giving up its struggle. Also the dimension of his which he thought was lingo, was becoming dimmer or maybe that was just his consciousness losing its ability to judge what was happening.

Trapped in a position where he couldn't give up, yet, he couldn't do anything, he started to suffer from extreme anguish, slowly to deviate himself he tried to explore the unknown space laid in front of him.

In this space was nothing, yet he always roamed, there might never be anything, yet he wished. A foolish dream for a miracle but what could he do? It was the only thing keeping him sane, it was the only thing keeping him from going back to his inactive state.

Roaming for indefinite amount of time, Harry's consciousness, which was hazily searching this dimension, woke up with a shock as for the first time he found something in the dark space, a black slit, the length of a towel, yet it was the only thing he found after a long time of searching.

Harry reached it out of curiosity but he was instantly pulled into what he thought was portal. Harry felt like he just took a portkey. It felt like he took a broken one that just kept getting faster and faster until the pull on his navel was so strong he blacked out.

Six-year-old Harry was sitting under his cupboard bruised and beaten not for the first, thinking why it was always him and never Dudley. He remembered just hours ago when he got his first ever report card.

-Flashback-

"Here you go Harry, you are the top student in our class! I'm sure your aunt and uncle will be very proud of you" Said Mr. Gibson the kindergarten teacher

"Thank you very much Mr. Gibson," said Harry with smile

Kindergarten Final Report Card

Surrey Catholic Elementary School

Harry J. Potter

Skills

Bible: A-

Reading: A

Phonics: B+

Spelling: B+

Penmanship: B-

Arithmetic: A+

Behavior

Obedience: A+

Work Habits: A+

Attitude: A+

Homework

Math: A+

Reading: A+

Attendance

Days Enrolled: 180

Days Absent (Excused): 2

Days Absent (Unexcused): 0

Times Tardy (Excused): 2

Times Tardy (Unexcused): 0

Harry walked over to the Dursley's and handed his report card to Vernon, the moment Vernon looked at the report card Vernon shouted purple in the face

"Boy get in the car we're leaving now, Dudley get your things lets go"

Once they were in the house Vernon shoved Harry to the ground and took off his belt, he then raised the belt over his head and started beating Harry with it

"BOY! DONT YOU EVER CHEAT AGAIN! THERE'S NO WAY YOU COULD DO BETTER THAN DUDLEY" Vernon screamed looking enraged the whole time

"I-I-I di-didn't" *sniffle* "ch-ch-cheat though uncle" *sniffle* said Harry with tears streaming down his face

After a few more hits with his belt, Vernon shouted again

"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME BOY!"

"I I'm" *sniffle "so-so-sorry" *sniffle* "un-uncle" *sniffle* "It-it wo-won't, it won't happen again" Said Harry bawling his eyes out

"GOOD" Vernon said with force, after a few more hits of his belt, Vernon picked up the boy and tossed him into his cupboard.

-Flashback End-

More times that he could count he'd dreamed what life would have been like if his parents had survived. He'd dreamed of birthdays and presents; hugs, kisses and being told that he was loved; kicking the football around the backyard with his dad and jumping on his parents' bed in the morning.

All things that he'd never experienced. Instead, his life had been filled with chores, bruises, broken bones, too little food and a cupboard that steadily grew smaller as he got older. And then there were the names. Freak. Boy. Weirdo. Scum. Useless. Waste of space. The list was endless.

Harry just wanted it all to end, he knew a little bit about life and death; he remembered last week on the telly when someone had killed himself and took a few people with him. His aunt had said 'Good riddance, that terrorist died, he was scum and worthless' Harry remembered being called scum and worthless more than once so he decided that just like that person he would kill himself, he remembered the church talking about hell and he figured even if he went there instead of heaven it couldn't be much worse than this.

So with that Harry picked up one of the kitchen knives he stole from the kitchen placed it knife side up and wedged it into a crack in the floor. Harry got up on his cot then with one last sentence to himself

"Mom, Dad I'm coming" said with a single tear dripping from his bruised eye he fell onto the blade and it pierced right through his heart

As Harry soul was leaving his body a black portal, about a meter long opened up and pushed the 192-year-old Harry into the young soulless husk Harry's body had now become.