See for Yourself
by Healer Pomfrey

Please refer to the disclaimer and warnings at the beginning of the first chapter. Thank you.

This story is COMPLETELY AU. If you don't likt it, don't read it!

In the morning, Harry and Severus were called to the headmaster's office. They met in front of the gargoyle, exchanging a surprised look, before they hurriedly entered the office.

Dumbledore offered the boys a lemon drop, before he motioned them to take seats. "Last night, I had a very interesting conversation with Professor Snape from the future," he finally spoke up, causing Harry to inwardly groan.

"Headmaster, if this is to convince me to return to the future, I'm sorry," he spoke up in a firm voice. "I won't go back."

"No my boy," Dumbledore replied, shaking his head. "Apparently, I have made many mistakes in the future," he continued to speak, sounding remorseful, "especially concerning both of you, my boys."

While the two fifth years exchanged a surprised look, the headmaster began to explain about Voldemort, Death Eaters and Horcruxes. "As Professor Snape pointed out that I kept all the information for myself because I didn't want to bother you, which seems to have turned out a mistake in the end, I'm going to tell you as much as I know this time," he informed them. "Considering the Horcruxes, I don't have enough information to do anything about them right now, and apparently not either in the future. Therefore, I have decided to ask the goblins for help in this matter. What I can tell you, however," he continued in a grave voice, "is that there is a prophecy, which is going to be made in a few years' time."

"I know about the prophecy, sir," Harry interrupted the old wizard. "I've seen a vision about it. I must kill Voldemort or I'm going to be killed by him."

"Yes, but the problem is," Dumbledore continued, "that we have to get rid of his Horcruxes before you'll be able to finally get rid of him." He remained thoughtful for an instant, before he continued, "Professor Snape told me that my future self believes that there could even be a Horcrux buried behind your scar. I don't know if this is the case, however, we must be extremely careful."

"Thank you, sir, for telling me the truth," Harry replied, feeling totally shocked at the sudden revelation.

"I'll inform you as soon as I have further news," Dumbledore promised, before he dismissed them, handing them a short note for their first morning class' teacher.

HP

"I wonder why he didn't call Hermione as well," Harry thought aloud when they headed to the greenhouse to hand over the headmaster's note, even if the class was almost over. "She knows as much about the future as I do."

Severus cast him a questioning look. "It seems as if it wasn't always possible to comprehend the headmaster's thoughts and actions," he spoke up, smirking. "He seemed slightly different this morning though."

Harry chuckled, as he replied, "I have the impression as if your older self scolded him a great deal. He was much more forthcoming than his older self."

"Shall we speak with Hermione and Lily tonight?" Severus suggested and, seeing Harry nod, added, "Where can we meet though? In the library, we can't talk, and outside, it's a bit cold, isn't it?"

Harry remained pensive for a moment, before an idea crossed his mind. "Dobby," he called the elf, who appeared within an instant.

"What can's Dobby dos for Harry Potter?" he queried, seemingly as excited as usual.

"Dobby, could you please prepare one of the unused classrooms for us and make it invisible for everyone except for me and my friends please?" Harry asked, giving the elf a hopeful look.

"Of course Dobby cans do this," Dobby replied, eagerly, and promised to meet Harry and his friends in the entrance hall right after dinner.

HP

Later the same day, Harry curiously trailed behind Dobby, together with Hermione, Lily and Severus. The elf led them through the unused corridor behind the hospital wing that suddenly seemed strangely clean to them.

"The corridor has beens charmed to only look clean for Harry Potter and his friends," Dobby informed the small group, as he led them into a small room, which was decorated with four comfortable looking sofas that were arranged around a large oak table. The walls were covered with small tapestries of animals, and the portrait of an old witch decorated the entrance door.

"This room is amazing," Hermione blurted out, as she let her eyes wander around the room.

"Thank you so much, Dobby," Harry added. "This is just great."

Dobby pointed to the portrait that was guarding the door. "Please arrange a password with the witch in the painting," he instructed the students.

Harry immediately stepped in front of the portrait. "Good evening," he greeted the witch. "I'm Harry Potter, and these are my best friends, Hermione Granger, Lily Evans and Severus Snape."

The old witch smiled at the small group. "Hello dears," she replied in a soft voice. "I am Ceridwen Hufflepuff, the younger sister of Helga Hufflepuff, and I'm glad to guard this cosy little room for you. In fact, it was the former guest room of my quarters, however, since I don't have an heir in this time anymore, it's not used anymore, and I've allowed Dobby to change it according to your needs," she explained.

"Thank you so much, Professor Hufflepuff," Hermione was the first to reply, causing the witch to chuckle.

"You're very welcome, but I'm not a professor. I'm a healer," she informed the eager girl.

'It's cool that we have our own room here,' Harry thought in excitement, 'especially since Hermione and Lily are in a different house than Severus.'

As soon as the four students made themselves comfortable on the sofas, pumpkin juice and snacks popped up on the table, making them stare at the table in surprise.

"Very well," Severus spoke up, sighing. "Shall we tell them about our meeting with the headmaster?"

Harry agreed, and the two boys informed the girls about what they had heard from Professor Dumbledore in the morning. The friends spent a while discussing the matter with the prophecy and the Horcruxes, before Harry's scar suddenly began to prickle.

Beginning of vision

Harry found himself in a small stone room. He was sitting on what seemed to be a throne, while five men in Death Eater garments were standing around him.

"My faithful followers of my inner circle," he heard himself speak up. "I believe that it's time to begin our fight against the muggleborn wizards and witches as well as half-bloods. Tonight, we're going to delete some of these families forever." In the following, he listed five names, of which Harry had never heard before. "Meet me at Stonehenge at midnight," he finally instructed his followers, casting the Cruciatus curse at them in order to help them remember to keep quiet about the matter, before he dismissed them.

End of vision

Harry's friends observed in concern how Harry began to moan, pressing both hands against his scar in agony. However, they were not able to speak with the boy, who remained unresponsive.

Only several minutes later, Harry suddenly let out a groan, before he opened his eyes.

"Harry, what happened? Are you in pain?" Hermione asked in apparent concern.

"I need to speak with Dumbledore," Harry replied, slightly shivering. "He's going to attack some muggleborns or half-bloods tonight."

"Harry, your limbs are shaking," Severus stated, giving him a worried look.

"He cast the Cruciatus curse," Harry replied, eyeing his father's younger self. "Do you already have the antidote in this time?"

Severus stared at him in shock. "I know how to brew it. It's in our fifth year's Potions book. Come," Hermione instructed the Slytherin, before she ordered Lily to take Harry to the headmaster. "We'll meet you there in an hour," she added, pulling Severus out of the room.

HP

Lily and Harry quickly said good-bye to Ceridwen and hurried towards the headmaster's office. Only when they arrived in front of the gargoyle did they realised in annoyance that the password had been changed.

"Oh no," Lily spoke up, eyeing Harry in obvious concern.

"Dobby," Harry called the elf, efficiently keeping himself from moaning so as not to make Lily worry. "Would you please go and ask Professor McGonagall for the password for the headmaster's office? Tell her I had a vision and must speak with him, urgently."

An instant later, Dobby re-appeared. "Professor McGonagall wills comes and takes you into the office," he informed the two fifth years, who exchanged an exasperated look.

Fortunately, it did not take more than five minutes before the deputy mistress stood in front of them. 'How did she do that?' Harry wondered, coming to the conclusion that the professor had to be aware of a shortcut, which he did not know.

"What happened, Mr. Potter?" the professor asked, crisply, before she gave the gargoyle the password and accompanied the students upstairs.

"I had a vision, but not about something that's going to happen in the future, oh well, at least I don't think so," Harry rambled, glad when Lily interrupted him.

"It can't be something occurring in the future, since Harry was hit with a dark spell," his mother explained. "Hermione and Severus are just brewing a counter potion."

"I need to put the memory into the Pensieve," Harry added. "Voldemort is going to attack some families tonight. Maybe you can still prevent it."

Together with Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore headed into the Pensieve.

"Harry, are you all right?" Lily enquired in a small voice, while the professors were gone.

"I'm fine," Harry replied, smiling. "I was just wondering how Hermione and Severus would be able to enter the office. They don't know the password."

"Oh right," Lily said, sighing. "I didn't even think of that. Let's send Dobby to tell them the password."

The small elf had just popped away, when the professors stepped out of the Pensieve, wearing grave expressions.

"All these families are families of muggleborn students," the headmaster informed the students. "I suggest that you return to your common rooms, while I gather some of my friends and go to evacuate these families to Hogwarts for the time being."

"Professor, would it be possible to stay a second night in a row in Gryffindor?" Harry asked, hesitantly eyeing his head of house. "When Voldemort realises that none of the targeted families are at home, I'm surely going to have another vision, and I'm not sure if it would be wise to have visions while being in Slytherin. Many of the students there are already Death Eaters."

"Minerva, please handle this," Dumbledore said, sounding urgent. "Maybe we should assign Mr. Potter a single room somewhere, as the Slytherins might take it badly if he spent more nights in Gryffindor than in their house. I need to leave." With that he stepped into the fireplace and floo-ed away.

tbc...

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