Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. That honor belongs solely to J.K. Rowling. I don't make any kind of money or profit out of this story, it is purely for my reader's enjoyment.

Summary:

Six years after the final battle at Hogwarts, Harry James Potter disappeared from his cell in Azkaban never to be seen again. In 1978, Orion Arcturus Black meets Hogwart's newest Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, one Hadrian Altair Peverell for the first time. The future is in a contant flux, and nothing is as it seems. Will two man be able to find love among the Darkness that is yet to come, or will the obstacles in their way prove to be too high?

Warning: This story contains slash and will deviate from cannon later on. If you don't like it, don't read! Otherwise, enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Prologue

Haunted emerald green eyes took in the world around him. Hadrian – or as he was commonly known Harry James Potter – sighed tiredly. It had been several long years since he had slain his enemy in battle, and last seen the sunlight, felt the wind on his skin or smelt anything else but stone, dirt and the unique presence of utter despair.

Shortly after his fight with one Tom Riddle at his old school Hogwarts he had been exhausted which was the only reason he had not protested when the aurors picked him up, hadn't noticed that they did so with more force than necessary.

Hadn't realized that the ministry had only waited for a chance to apprehend him, to lock him away from the world, to deny him a life.

They were afraid of his power, the strength of his magic.

It was useless though, even Azkaban could not break him. Before he had been locked away, before he had confronted the one who had killed so many of his loved ones, he had befriended the magical creatures of this world, travelling the world during his breaks, while Dobby was pretending to be him at the Dursleys to keep up the ruse. He went around listening to their stories, their pleas and accepted them.

He realized after the betrayal of the ones he thought of as his best friends, his surrogate family, after he found out that both Hermione and Ron were paid to befriend him, hinder him and make him into the martyr Dumbledore needed, that the Weasleys (except Fred, George, Bill and Charlie) merely sought to get his fortune, his families fortune, that he truly did not have many people he could trust.

Remus had died, protecting him, like Sirius. Two people he could have called family, and Hadrian missed them terribly. The magical creatures filled that gaping hole, they were honest and magical and devoid of the greed that wizards often had. He loved them, and they adored him in return.

That is why, even in Azkaban he would not despair. The Dementors would never hurt him because even though they didn't defer to him, they did respect him enough to stay away from his cell. His presence in a High Security cell, deep in the very middle of Azkaban, was nothing more than a waste of time, not that he would ever mention that.

He did not know how much time passed since he woke up in his cell, chained with magic suppressors and surrounded by hundreds of runes.

It was certainly ironic that they were so scared of him without even knowing how powerful he truly had become. When he had been hit by the Killing Curse for another time, and the Horcrux inside of him was banished by Voldemort himself, he had felt free for the first time in his life. The Deathly Hallows had inconspicuously sunk into his skin, their mark forever engraved upon his chest, right over his heart.

His core had changed over the last few years, it wasn't contained any longer. His magic ran free inside his body, his veins, burning and pulsing with a nearly overwhelming strength.

He had been in Azkaban for at least six years, gazing at empty stone walls, and listening to the howls of despair of the other damned, but today it was different. Hadrian knew that his life would irrevocably change today, his magic was whispering in his ear. Telling him of the injustices and despair and unfairness corrupting the magical world more and more, magic becoming weaker and tainted with the stench of greed and persecution.

Hadrian's determined eyes took in the world around him once more, sweeping over his cell in the depth of Azkaban, before his eyes came to rest upon a simple ring on his, silver with carved in runes which were glowing softly with barely contained magical power.

It's time, his magic whispered, surging through his body into the small silver jewelry which rested on his right hand. Hadrian grinned excitedly, feeling like he was alive for the first time in what seemed an eternity.

And then he laughed, a joyous sound that reverberated through the prison, eyes sparkling in the silver light of the glowing runes. Hadrian could hear the aurors stationed in the prison approaching, their footsteps pounding against the stone floor, and he laughed even louder, remembering a conversation from so long ago.

''Harry, please be careful.'' Luna's dreamy voice shook him out of his stupor, and Harry glanced up from the Charms book he had been reading in a quiet part of the library. Contrary to popular opinion, he did like to read, and did so frequently when he could escape from Hermione's nagging and Ron's constant jealousy.

''Of course, I'm always careful.'' Harry promised, curious about Luna's sudden warning. He had learned to trust the dreamy blonde months ago, and never regretted his decision since.

''Here, you will never be safe.'' She looked straight into his widened eyes, uncommonly focused.

Harry closed his book and fully turned to look at his friend. ''What do you mean, Luna?''

The blonde shook her head, tears glistering in her blue eyes, and Harry knew that she would say no more. ''Everything will be fine, Harry. I can see it.''

Harry nodded, trusting her impeccably. He smiled, and pushed her onto another chair, and prepared himself for another discussion on Nargels and Crumple-Horned Snorkacks.

With the sun shining brightly through the window, only a few clouds marring the beautiful sky, and one of his best friends at his side, it promised to be a great evening.

When the aurors arrived at the cell of the Boy-Who-Conquered, they could only stare at the emptiness seemingly laughing at them. On the third of May, 2004, Harry James Potter had disappeared and would never be seen again.

In Sweden, a blonde haired girl with dreamy blue eyes smiled, a single tear rolling down her face, before she turned towards the man walking next to her.

''He's gone…''

Neville Longbottom looked at his wife of two years, Luna Lovegood, and grinned brightly. Both ignored the tears now running down their faces, feeling an inexplicable feeling of pure relief that their friend had finally gone to a place where he would be able to find true happiness.

''Thank you, and good look. May Lady Magic watch over you, my friend. May you find all the happiness you deserve.'' Neville's quiet prayer was only witnessed by his wife, who closed her eyes and saw sparkling and happy emerald eyes, and knew that it had been heard.

Everything was going to be alright, just like she had promised so long ago.

Emerald eyes opened in a snap, blinking at the bright light that seemed to penetrate their flimsy defenses, sending a spark of pain to Hadrian's brain. He groaned, rubbing his pulsing eyes, enjoying the slight breeze that seemed to carass his body softly.

He rubbed his silver ring absent-mindedly with his right thumb, thanking the Goblins for their precious gift yet again. The ring was the mark of a Goblin friend, and was surprisingly modest looking for such a proof of utmost respect. Yet Hadrian knew that while the Goblin's could be greedly little buggers, what they valued most was honor and respect, and according to them, Harry James Potter had that in spades.

Hadrian sat up carefully, sending a little magic into his eyes to protect them from the sunlight, and looked around the placetrees a he woke up in. He was in a beautiful meadow, trees and flowers blooming and thriving all around him, the chirping of bird creating a soothing background sound so much different from the screams and wails of pain in Azkaban.

Stretching out his magic, he tried to sense if there was anyone nearby. Apart from the curious animals flitting around the clearing he landed in, there was no one there. Thanking Lady Magic for his good fortune for once, Hadrian turned the silver ring around once, stepping back to allow his ebony coloured trunk to appear before him with only the slighest bit of sound.

It wouldn't do for him to walk around like either a skeleton or a Concentration camp survivor, whatever he resembled most. Personally he couldn't really tell the difference.

It would take at least two weeks for him to regain his strength with the help of Nutrient Potions, and some good balanced meals. He had missed the taste and smell and flavor of food, and couldn't wait to eat chocolate again. Remus had converted him into a choco-holic a long time ago, and Azkaban made him more appreciative of the divine flavor than ever before.

He groaned, and with a muttered tempus maxima, green smoke formed several numbers in the air. Hadrian blinked several times, before closing his eyes yet again, hoping that the image in front of his eyes was only a figment of his imagination, no matter how unlikely that was.

03.05.1974

He was in the past, years before he was even born at all. Hysterical laughter started pouring out of his mouth, mixed with the heavy taste of tears, and then Hadrian was crying, great and heaving and silent sobs that shook his body, as he tried to figure out why he couldn't muster up anything else but deep and utter and honest relief.

He was alone in this world.

Everyone he knew was no longer there. They were all gone, like ash blown and scattred by the wind, never to be seen again.

And he was glad. He was happy. He was ecstatic and he wanted to scream and cry and shout that finally finally he was free.

Grinning, he pushed himself up, wiping away the tear strecks on his face and opened his trunk, pushing several runes that would automatically create wards around the trunk, and feeling better than in years.

This time, he would never bow to anyone ever again. This time he would choose his own path, never to be controlled again.

Harry James Potter had died today, and Hadrian had lived, survived and came out bent, but not broken.

Harry was a Gryffindor, a hero and the very definition of a light wizard.

Hadrian was not, and would never be again.

Even children knew that colours mixed when thrown and pushed together. He wasn't light, nor dark, but made up of the myriad shades of grey.

Twilight had always been his favorite time of the day after all.

A/N So this my first attempt at a HP time travel slash story... Hope you like it! This first chapter is a kind of prologue/chapter thing, but I'm aiming for around 2500~3000 words per chapter...but I never really know.

C'ya soon

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