I have dabbled into Harry Potter time travel tales, I have a time traveler OC, so now I take my own challenge, Challenge 6, to create a new sort of Harry Potter time travel fic

I've seen many fics like this before, and today I begin on a new attempt at creating something new out of the old mold.

Now, let us begin!

A Hidden Cave near Scapa Flow

..."But then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand!" Voldemort's voice shook with malicious pleasure. "I stole the wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against the last master's wishes! Its power is mine!"

"You still don't get it, Riddle, do you? Possessing the wand isn't enough! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it really yours. Didn't you listen to Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard . . . The Elder Wand recognized a new master before Dumbledore died, someone who never even laid a hand on it. The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never realizing exactly what he had done, or that the world's most dangerous wand had given him its allegiance . . ."

Voldemort's chest rose and fell rapidly, and Harry could feel the curse coming, feel it building inside the wand pointed at his face.

"The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy."

Blank shock showed in Voldemort's face for a moment, but then it was gone.

"But what does it matter?" he said softly. "Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone . . . and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy . . ."

"But you're too late," said Harry. "You've missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took his wand from him."

Harry twitched the hawthorn wand, and he felt the eyes of everyone in the Hall upon it.

"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?" whispered Harry. "Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does . . . I am the true master of the Elder Wand."

A red-glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort's was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy's shell.

A dirty looking man with black hair and broken glasses, opened his eyes from the single couch he had to use as a bed, waking up to his defeat of Voldemort.

A defeat that was supposed to bring the end to the death eaters once and for all

Oh...how wrong he was

His death, instead of destroying those bastards...created a matyr. The remaining death eaters, the damn Ministry and hundreds of foreign death eater types merged into a force, dedicated to preserving a 'perfect' state and to kill the one responsible for their heroes death

Also known as, Harry Potter

That had been 10 years ago

And the warfare that resulted...well the supremacists sort of lost, seeing as the amount of wizards still alive who weren't muggle born, and unaware of magic in Britain, could be counted on one hand with fingers to spare.

Damn supremacist idiots...and damn the Ministry that supported them. A barely functioning bundle of talentless inbred pureblood idiots who viewed themselves as superior, taking bribes over facts and discriminating left and right.

Werewolves, Those whose blood was not fully human, Goblins, House Elves...and anyone who wasn't an inbred bastard got discriminated against.

They had no skills at magic at all, and when things ever went wrong for them, they cried like a bunch of brats and used the Prophet to attack anyone to take the blame, or they tried to silence them, by sending dementors at muggle living wizards.

Damn Umbridge, Damn Fudge, Damn Thickneese, Damn Dawlish, Damn Runcorn...Harry could count the decent, skilled, none inbred to the point of being disgraces to humanity, members of that cesspool of a government with his fingers...with several to spare.

However, there was a way to stop this from ever happening.

5 minutes later

For finally, the project was complete.

In the darkest corner of the cave, stood a large and complicated machine. A large black structure, with several time tuner like devices on it, the device seemed to be giving off, a strange aura.

Harry smiled "At long last, the Kronotron is repaired" They had discovered this device 10 years ago, an old creation of Dumbledore's, a device that was practically a suped up time tuner.

However, it was also different. A time tuner sent a person a set amount of time backwards, while preserving a person's body cell count.

A bodies life span was determined by a set amount of times a bodies cells could divide. A time tuner prevented cells from dividing or dying during the set amount of time traveled back.

Though, it was inadvisable to be scratched or injured during this, as it could quickly lead to dangerous levels of blood loss

The Kronotron instead, if Dumbeldore's notes were accurate,transported a person's soul back in time, into the old users body, with their memories, skills, ect in tact.

Oddly, it only had two settings, age 18 the original, and age 11, which they had barely managed to get it at with years of effort.

It was abandoned here for some reason by Dumbledore, a reason they hadn't figured out...it worked perfectly...

Perhaps a little, too perfectly.

The main problem was that the device was tuned to only work with the unique flavor of magic that was Dumbeldore's. Getting it to work with regular magic, occupied there time for the last ten years.

It was too much work to do alone.

Harry had a sad smile as he look to the side, to a side of the cave wall with several old portraits.

He hadn't been alone, he had the help of several lovelies. None at the same time...but they were his friends, aides, and eventually loves, in finally completing the revamping of the Kronotron.

However...none of them are left now

Another benefit of time travel, he could see them again.

They, Ron, Professor McGronagal, Remus, Sirius, Dumbledore, the Weasleys...all of his friends could be saved this time around.

Harry drew his faithful old Phoenix wand, having return Draco's long ago, as he stood before the machine.

"Everyone...I'll save you this time around..." a glowing magical aura formed around Harry's wand as he sent a blast of magic into the machine

As everything turned white

A week earlier than when Harry had time jumped; Office of Albus Dumbledore

Eight flashes of light formed on the table before the purple dressed master wizard, he of the giant beard. He rose his eyebrows in shock.

"Someone...used the Kronotron" he said darkly as the flashes of light began to form...into books?

There were eight books, each of them thicker as the series went on, and they all had one name.

Harry Potter

The same boy whose, relatives, were keeping him from opening his Hogwarts letters. He didn't like what that was implying...

First was the book, Harry Potter and The Philosophers Stone (Dumbeldore could have sworn he saw it change briefly to Sorcerers however)

That...that implied it was to occur this very upcoming week.

Then came Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Oh...not again

Third was Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

Sirius Black? Bellatrix Lestrange? They could be more specific

Fourth was Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

The Triwizard Tournament? It stared up again

Fifth, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

So, Voldemort returns? It appears he was right

Sixth was named Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Snape's nickname?

Seventh, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Now that brought a smile to Dumbledore's face. Harry may just achieve what he and Gellert once investigated.

And the final...really big book; Harry Potter and the Kronotron

Was that device needed again? Was it that bad?

He had charmed the hiding place of that device in case it was ever needed again, if it wasn't it could never be found, for eternity.

He had used it once...

"Fawkes" the elderly Wizard turned to his golden plumaged Phoenix "Alert Hagrid, that should he need to get Harry manually...to bring him to me immediately" he waved his wand as a round black ball appeared in his hands.

"Portus" the ball glowed as it became a portkey.

"He must give this to Harry then..." the bird nodded as he took flight.

Dumbledore reached for the first book...and as he read it, he frowned.

"Minerva was right..."

About the same time, on the back of Quirrell's head

Flashes flew through the mind of the severed spirit of the most feared dark wizard of all time...

A diary being stabbed by a fang

A ring being sliced by a silver sword

A locket being stabbed with the same sword

A cup being stabbed with a similar fang

A jeweled crown being burnt by fiendfyre

The killing curse hitting an boy

A large snake being beheaded by the sword

Him...fading away

Most of those...were his Horcurx's...being destroyed!

How could someone have discovered them...they were hidden!

These visions...how was this possible? He was no seer, for such powers were beyond even he...

Lord Voldemort

If someone would find them...he would have to take precautions this time around...and luckily for him it was just about the right time anyway

"Quirinus...I have a request for you" he said to the pale, twitchy wizard

"Y..Y...Y...Y...E...E...SS..."

"I need you, to go to a few, locations for me. There are items there that I must...re obtain"

A week later, A desolate hut in a horribly chaotic ocean on the ground with no blanket while his fat and nasty relatives are snug like bugs in a rug

Harry opened his eyes...to see the horribly patchy roof of...the hut the Dursleys dragged him to try and avoid the letters...and failed epically.

He was elated, he had made it into the past! Now he could stop the future from happening

Though too bad he was just a night too late to see the Dursleys and Hagrid...

Harry's eyes were wide in shock as he finally saw the room around him...

This didn't happen before!

Why were the Dursley's dead, there bodies flayed on the ground, bleeding profusely from several pure physical impacts, as several bent knives, and the rifle, layed on the ground around them.

Hagrid hardly looked better, he was all bloody, had several cuts in his cloths, and appeared to be missing an eyebrow.

Of course, he was alive still.

The huge half giant also had that look of righteous fury that he had only seen when he dealt with Macnair, or Umbitch...never a better nickname from the twins for that evil bitch...it was even more so then when they had called Dumbledore a...was it a crackpot or nutcase...it was too long ago...for his mind at least

"What happened...!" Harry said in shock.

Hagrid snorted "You don't remember?" wait...his accent...what happened to it

What was Hagrid without his cool accent!

"They must have hurt you more than I thought. These...these...I can't even call them humans, they tried to kill you and me because I told you your a wizard!"

What...it never was that bad. Sure, he was locked in a cupboard many times for even the slightest hint of magic, starved on occasion, made to do all the chores, whacked with a stick or frying pan once every blue moon, one death threat after Umbitch's Dementors attacked...but they never actually tried to kill him.

"I remember that" Harry said, in utter shock, as his oversized hand me downs from Dudley, which had several cut marks that did suspiciously look like knife cuts, fall apart at the sleeves, as Hagrid, and Harry, went pale.

'This...this definitely didn't exist before' Both of Harry's arms had long slash marks, like something a kitchen knife would make, going from the begining of his hand...up at least past his elbow, that had scared.

"They got what they deserve...and I reckon that if any other wizard had gotten hold of them...well lets just say a nasty little bit of Crucio would've been there fate" Hagrid snarled at the Dursley's direction "Well, I don't know what to say to make this any better, Harry, but Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you...he has a way to transport you to him and back to me later...today's a Wizarding bank holiday anyway" again, that was new.

However, the portkey, wasn't, as he felt the all too pleasant (Sarcasm) tug on his navel pulled him away

Headmaster's Office

Harry crashed straight onto the floor, as he looked up at the familiar giant beard of Dumbledore.

"Ow..."

"I'm terribly sorry about that, Harry" Said the wise man "Porkeys are unfortunately painful that way. Muggles and their airplanes are much better cross continental travel if I must comment. So, how's my time traveling Gryffindor to be anyway?"

Harry blinked in shock "What...you know..."

He had that twinkle in his eyes "Of course I do. I placed a spell so I always know when someone travels through time via my Kronotron, I have my ways of understanding, the former future" he moved his gaze to a series of eight books on his table...with Harry Potter as there name

"Books?" really, he didn't need books on him.

"Oh yes, and only I have these, so do not fear more fame stalking you, like that dragon Hagrid had last year to help the 7th year Care of Magical Creatures class last year...ah Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback"

Harry was alarmed, another change! "Professor, Hagrid shouldn't have gotten that egg until the upcoming school year! Somehow, the past's changed. The Dursley's are worse, Hagrid lacks his accent, Wizarding Bank Holidays!..."

Dumbledore sighed "Yes, that. There's a reason I never used the Kronotron to deal with Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Voldemort. The Kronotron has a fault in it, it causes random changes to the time space continuum when used"

"Changes!"

"Yes. I used it once, like yourself to stop a dark future, but where my old friend Gellert, you know the story if my reading recalls" Harry nodded "ruled the world. While it was true that with my knowledge and skills I retained from the time jump, I managed to defeat him, it caused many changes. For instance, the uncertain identity of who killed my sister, Ariana in that duel" Dumbledore said quietly "It also made Phineas Nigelius the least popular headmaster from his original position as the most beloved Headmaster of all times, created Chocolate Frogs, led to the monster known as Fenrir Greyback, caused the original ceasing of the Tri Wizard Tournament, caused the extinction of the Hydra, led to the establishment of the Muggle Pridnestrovian Moldavian Republic and many other changes of various magnitudes"

"While you will retain your memories and abilities from the future, the Kronotron creates such a degree of changes that your knowledge of the future is of little true use, as so many things have changed, and taking a gamble at them is risky. Take Sirius, for example"

"While in your original timeline, Sirius was framed by Peter Pettigrew as the Potter's Secret Keeper who betrayed them to Voldemort, and put into Azkaban without a trial, perhaps in this timeline it was really Sirius who did it. Because of this fact, I cannot have Sirius freed until I can be certain that part of history didn't change, though he still didn't get a trial"

Harry looked uneasy at that thought.

"But, sir, Peter was, or is...well you know, the Weasley rat. You could just frisk..."

"Again Harry, there are time related issues, for one thing no one of the Weasley bloodline has a pet rat. For all I know, the rat Scabbers may be the pet of young Neville Longbottom, or he could instead be a Toad animagus instead. While possibility dictates that he could be a rat, its not guaranteed"

"Or Voldemort might not be on the back of Quirel's head" Harry said with a groan.

"Your understanding the severity of the Kronotron's changes" Dumbledore said, impressed "Yes, the changes could have done anything. Gilderoy Lockheart might be genuine, Remus Lupin may not be a werewolf, the boy you called Gregory Goyle might be a female Swedish swimsuit model by the name of Ginet Goymlez...anything is now possible. Though, I can confirm that the teachers of this year are the same as last, that the Ministry witch you often refer to as Umbitch in the final book that I gained is her freak of nature self still, that Serverus was still once friends with your mother and as of now still holds her dear to his heart, and that young Oliver Wood is still as Quiddich obsessed as he was in the past timeline"

Harry smiled at that last one "So, some things never change" he mused

"Quite true. Now then, Harry, one last thing. Your soul bonds"

Harry was now confused "Soul bonds?"

Dumbledore sighed "I really need to get a Wizard's health class in the curriculum...very well, a Soul Bond is a powerful magical bond, forged by love and the passions of the flesh..."

"I don't need details" Harry said, disturbed

"I do believe you are sufficient, you have several from the past timeline after all"

Harry's eyes went wide, and his face white

"HUH!"

"Yes, you had one with each of your companions" Dumbledore explained "I could tell the signs from the book. And now, they are once again alive...and at the sight of you, they will regain their memories...just like Helen did"

"Helen?"

"My wife" he looked fondly at a portait opposite him of a elderly, yet powerful and elegant looking woman, with silver hair much like Dumbledore's beard in length.

"Wait, wife!" Dumbeldore smiled sadly.

"Yes, my Helen vanished when I first time traveled, but your time travel restored her into the timeline...I must thank you for that. Of course, I should give you a fair warning about soul bonds"

"Harry, I am aware that when your first died" Harry looked sad at the memory...tears and all "She told you to not to mourn her forever, and to not be afraid to love again, and that you had her blessing to do so. However, that was also part of the magical requirement for multiple soul bonds to occur. Had you not gotten that blessing, you'd never have loved again after she died...much like Snape"

Harry shivered at the thought of being, Snapeish

"Of course, he didn't have the passions of flesh thing or a completed soul bond, but the pain was still so very real for him. But still, the soul bonds will all be active...so I'd be wary of that, after all nothing in all of magic, is more dangerous than a scorned witch"

"WHAT, I'D NEVER..."

"And also, that witches naturally jump to the worst conclusions. Well...see you again on September 1st, assuming they don't rip you limb from limb" Harry got portkeyed back to Hagrid for the night as Dumbledore chuckled weakly.

"And of course...there's what can happen if you have, multiple soul bonds at the same time" he smiled as Helen was joined by several other in her portrait, old but elegant ladies, his other wives and soul bonded fellows Elaine, Naolin, Paiva, Selena, Thea and Erelah

"I do believe this will be an interesting school year to come"