AN: This is another story I felt needed to be re-written.

Letter

Wrath of Time

Chapter one

Harry knew about the love potions that Ginny Weasley was feeding him, hell he had always known, but he felt that it was a well-deserved punishment for letting the love of his life go like he did…for not even trying to tell her his feelings. Right now he was sleeping and while his dreams had been gotten better since he had destroyed Voldemort and his Horcruxes they were still strange yet this dream was odd even by his standards. He was standing in a great hall that looked like something out of ancient Greece or Rome and two beautiful women who looked like they could be goddesses, even if they didn't hold a candle to his love, stepped out from behind a column, "Harry we are unable to tell you our identities right now as you have to find that for yourself. Things have not turned out how they were supposed to, you were supposed to be with the love of your life not with Ginny Weasley because if you are with her then a new Dark Lord more dangerous than even Voldemort will rise up to take his place and you will be unable to stop him.".

"What?" he asked confused "How would me being with Ginny due to the potions cause a Dark Lord to rise?".

"No," the first woman said shaking her head "he will rise either way. But if you're under the effects of the love potions you won't be strong enough to stop him, both because the potions weakened you and you haven't been able to get stronger due to your 'wife' keeping you down due to her and her brother's jealousy." As the woman finished she her hand at him.

He didn't get a chance to respond to her before he woke up, shooting up in his bead only to look around in surprise as he was in his old four poster back in Hogwarts instead of the king bed he shared with his 'wife'. As he took in his surroundings he felt his core, for a lack of a better word, ripple as magic flooded his veins like liquid fire, lighting him from within as he stumbled about, his blundering and the blinding light he emitted startling his roommates awake as they gaped at him before he managed to grab the frame of his mirror and look at was going on.

As he watched his glow dimmed little by little until only his scar still glowed, black steam rising from the wound, before it too dimmed and he saw what had before been a red enflamed gash was now a pale white line. A quick glance at his calendar he had always pinned up next to his mirror showed that it was just a couple of days until the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang would arrive for the tournament only this time he wasn't suffering from Horcrux that had leached off his body, magic, and mind. Even better though was that the power the Horcrux had leeched from him seemed to have been returned to him in full as he felt his magic was stronger than ever before, even stronger than it had been before he had been sent back.

Looking closer at his reflection he saw that even though he was physically fourteen he looked closer to fifteen and that he could see perfectly without his glasses which were still on his bedside table. His body was built with the muscle he had acquired before the reset and he still had all of his memories including those of a complete Hogwarts education…slowly a grin formed across his face, this was going to be fun.

His thoughts were interrupted though as the door burst open, McGonagall and Dumbledore rushing in, "What is going on up here? The school registered a massive magical spike coming from this room." The headmaster demanded.

In way of answer a dumbfounded Ron just pointed at him causing the two professor to gasp when they recognized him, "Mr. Potter?!" McGonagall asked in shock as she took in his changes "What happened?".

Before he could think of a conniving lie Dumbledore got into his face, he could feel the old man probing his scar, trying to feel for the Horcrux that had just been there before Dumbledore whispered to himself in shock "He broke free of his curse scar." not realizing that entire room could hear him.

McGonagall gasped at the statement, his doormats looked confused, and inside he was elated, having Dumbledore accidentally create a lie for him was perfect as almost everyone trusted the manipulative old man, giving him a rock-solid alibi, "Well since you boys are already up you might as well get down to breakfast." McGonagall said after shaking off her stupor and giving him a small smile to show she was glad he was alright.

Nodding he quickly grabbed his toiletries and got into the showers, wanting to get out of the dorm as fast as possible resulting him being dressed and heading to the great hall before his dorm-mates had even finished rinsing off. As he sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table he had to groan mentally, every student and even some of the faculty were staring him and confusion and, in some cases, lust causing him to shiver, hoping someone would come and take the attention off of him even if just for a minute. He never realized that his wish would be answered but quickly wished that it hadn't, "Attention," Professor McGonagall said, getting the students and faculty, who had previously been staring at him, to turn to the podium she was standing at "I am sure that most if not all of you are wondering about Gryffindor's 'new' student. Well I feel the need to clear things up. That is not a new student it is instead Harry Potter," an outbreak of shocked whispers met her words and several girls began eyeing him up and down hungrily "just this morning his magical core somehow overpowered the residual taint that was in his scar from the killing curse. This resulted in…well I don't think I really need to state the obvious here.". Several students giggled at the rare joke from the transfiguration mistress.

"Please Merlin," he pleaded "let my torture end.".

"A second announcement concerns the tournament," the professor continued "on Christmas Day the school will be hosting an even that has been the tradition of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, since its inception. The Yule ball is a dance, intended to be the peak of international magical cooperation throughout the tournament. The ball will be open to those of fourth year and up although older students may ask a younger student should they wish to do so. That is all.".

With that final statement the Deputy Headmistress turned and walked back to her seat as he sunk as low as he could go into his own seat as he got lustful eyes from a large portion of the girls in the school, and even some of the guys, but the woman he loved wasn't even in the hall right now. "Screw you Merlin," he grumbled "you didn't make my torture end you made it worse.".

The moment the bell rang to go to class he bolted even though he knew he was just passing up one torture for another one. He had used part of his breakfast period to check his schedule, not fully remembering what classes he took when in his fourth year the first time, and he was pained to see that his first class of the day was potions. He may have become a master at the art of potion brewing in his last lifetime but he still hated Snape with a passion, only a mixture of PTSD, love potions, and copious amounts of fire-whiskey had convinced him to name his second child 'Albus Severus Potter'.

Deciding to just ignore Snape and the man's petty insults he focused on his potion throughout the lesson, trying to ignore the odd looks he was getting from Slytherins and Gryffindors alike. Finally he finished his potion, vialed it, making sure to cast an unbreakable charm on the vial, and set it on Snape's desk. He was somewhat amused by the man's shock after the petulant man child had uncorked his potion and ran it through several tests, although he honestly couldn't blame the man as the potion was beyond what he had ever created in the class, possibly beyond even Snape's own skill.

Finally the though the bell rang again and he made his way towards his second Class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he was looking forward to it as today was the day that 'Moody' was going to test his classmates against the Imperious Curse.

As he sat down the rest of his classmates dwindled in, having not left Potions as quickly as he did, and the first portion of the lesson was spent listening to Moody going over the specifics of the Imperious before having them be put under it one by one…he wasn't afraid to admit that he found Ron being forced to skip about hilarious. Finally though it was his turn, "Imperio!" the fake Moody roared firmly as he felt the tingle of the spell washing over him but fail to take hold. "Jump on the desk." 'Moody' ordered.

Completely unaffected he yawned and looked at the man, his expression all but screaming 'is that the best you can do?' causing the man to get angry and pour his full power behind the spell yet it still had no results, "Well done Mr. Potter…" Moody gave him a savage grin "but could you throw off the torture curse?".

While on the outside he appeared stone faced on the inside he was grinning widely at his plan working. While he hadn't been able to fully master his animagus form of a phoenix during the last time line, his 'wife' forcing him to abandon the project due to her jealousy over his powerful form, he had managed to make his magical core resemble that of his form's. A phoenix was the ultimate creature of healing which caused the cruciatus to fail when it came in contact with a phoenix's power. "Do your worst," he said with a snort "if its' anything like your Imperious I don't really have much to worry about.".

His classmates gasped in shock at someone willingly being put under the torture curse before Moody gave an evil grin and roared "Crucio!" but all he felt was a light tingling sensation over his skin letting him know the spell had made contact.

Noticing the Headmaster standing in the corner of the classroom, the old man's disillusionment charm failing from shock he called out "Hey Headmaster I didn't realize you hired another prankster for this class. He said he was going to be using a torture charm…not a tickling charm.".

Everyone in the room stared at him in a mixture of awe and fear, the spell continuing to travel across his skin "Mr. Potter…" Dumbledore asked hesitantly "doesn't that hurt… at all?".

He just raised an eyebrow "Does tickling count as pain?".

A panting 'Moody' lifted the curse and slumped against the desk "The Killing curse backfires off him, the Imperious doesn't faze him and all the cruciatus curse can do is tickle him...there is no way this boy his human." The imposter panted.

Smirking he noticed the Headmaster's gaze harden before he felt the mental probe of the old man's legilimency and allowed the man to enter just far enough to run into his first level of defense…a wall of fire from his animagus core. It was a panicked Dumbledore that emerged moments later before quickly rushing out of the classroom.

-Dumbledore-

Sitting in his office Albus Dumbledore sighed, terrified at what he had seen. He had no idea how Harry had gained so much power so quickly but it truly frightened him. Pulling out his quill and some parchment he began penning a letter, he needed to be cautious and see to it that his pawns did the same until he could get the measure of this new Harry Potter.

Molly,

We need to put all plans for controlling Harry on hold. I just witnessed him throw of Alastor's imperius curse like it was nothing and all the cruciatus could do was tickle him. Added to that just this morning the boy broke past the power of the curse scar and I can't even enter his mind anymore. I'm not sure if love potions would work in getting him to marry Ginevra. So until I get the measure of this new Harry Potter and find a way to control him I need you to be cautions, we don't want everything going to ruin.

Albus Dumbledore

He passed the letter to Fawkes and then he wrote a note to young Ronald.

Mr. Weasley

I have already warned your mother but I am warning you as well. Cease your spying and any plans you have involving the control of Harry Potter. I am unsure of how powerful he is. Added to that I want you to cease your plans to give Ms. Granger love potions as I fear Harry would find out and if he does so before he is under our control it could lead to our ruin.

Albus Dumbledore

AN: Alright everyone, I want your opinion on something. With the woman Harry is 'in love' with I can think of one person from each house I can use but I want votes from each of you for which of the four girls you want and why. I'll then look at the votes and the reasons and use those to make my decision. The girls are 1. Katie Bell from Gryffindor. 2. Tracey Davis from Slytherin. 3. Susan Bones from Hufflepuff. 4. And Padma Patil from Ravenclaw.