Chapter Four: The End Of First Year.

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Isabeziers: Thanks for putting the meanings of trader and traitor. I have edited the chapter and changed a few things in it.

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mizzrazz72: Draco definitely does not like Ron. In fact, both of them hate each other's guts. I just put that in the chapter because I have seen stuff like that. When a person insults another person just because they don't have the nerve to ask out the person who they like but it is very rare. Talking about Ron and Draco, I will write Ron as a better character because I don't really like cannon Ron. I get it. The guy is insecure and is jealous of Harry because he has the fame, money, and girls who want to go out with him where as they don't really pay attention to him because he is just Harry Potter's sidekick. He is overshadowed by his brothers and because of that, he feels that he is not good enough. Only thing is, he doesn't do anything to actually get what he wants. He doesn't do his homework properly, he doesn't like studying, and when Hermione tries to make him work, he just snaps at her. How can he achieve something without actually doing anything? That is why, my Ron is going to be a better person. Him and Hermione will still not be going out because that just doesn't make sense. They don't really have much in common anyway.

As for Draco. He will still be bad in the beginning but towards the end of the book, he won't become good either. He will be somewhere in the middle, I guess.

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Author's note.

Some of you may be wondering if Harry will reveal his old life to Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, and his friends.

Yes that will happen. Harry will tell Sirius and Remus all about it after first year and after teaching his friends oclemency in second year, he will tell them about his old life as well. Dumbledore and maybe Snape will find out after Voldemort is defeated.

I will also diverge from cannon from second year onwards.

Some of you may also be wondering why Harry hasn't brought up all the stuff about the philosopher stone. That is because he is going to remove the stone and Harry disguised as Fred Smith is going to kill off Quirrell when he attempts to go and get it.

Chapter Four: The End Of First Year.

Ten weeks before the exams, Hermione started drawing up study schedules for herself.

We didn't mind but she kept nagging us to do the same.

"Hermione, the exams are ages away," I said.

"Ten weeks, that is not ages away," she snapped.

"Calm down," I said, Don't get so stressed about it. You know most of the stuff anyway.

"Don't get so stressed about it!" she shouted, you do realize that we have to pass the exams to get into the second year. They are very important. I should have started studying a month ago, I don't know what has gotten into me.

"I don't deny that the exams are important, I know they are, but what I'm trying to say is, don't just start studying all day. Have some fun as well."

It was times like this when I really wished that Hermione should have also been sent back along with me.

Ron started arguing with her and I wondered not for the first time how they could have started going out with each other because neither of them had much in common. The only conclusion that I could come to was that they had started dating because of the war.

I immediately stopped my train of thought.

Why was I even thinking about this? It was none of my business why they were going out.

" But Hermione," I heard Ron wining.

"Enough," I said. Ron, Hermione is right. The exams are coming closer and we do need to prepare for them.

"I hate to disappoint you mate but I agree with Hermione," Neville said, we really need to start studying from now if we want to pass our exams.

Because the teachers were thinking along the same lines as Neville and Hermione, they piled so much homework on us that the Easter holidays were not as fun as the Christmas ones.

It was very hard to relax with Hermione next to us reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood or practicing wand movements to spells and charms.

Moaning and yawning, we spent most of our free time in the library with her, trying to get through all our extra work.

"I'll never remember this," Ron burst out one afternoon, throwing down his quill and looking longingly out of the library window.

I didn't look up until I heard Ron say, "Hagrid! What are you doing here?"

Hagrid shuffled into view hiding a book behind his back.

"Jus' lookin'," he said in a shifty voice that got our interest at once.

He disappeared in a section and soon returned with another book before leaving the library.

"What was he hiding behind his back?" Hermione asked thoughtfully.

"I'll see what section he was in," Ron said.

Neville followed him and in a few minutes Neville came back followed by Ron.

"What's wrong Neville?" Hermione asked in concern after she saw his fearful face.

"DDragons," Neville stuttered, he was looking up stuff about Dragons. I know that he likes dangerous animals but you don't think that he would be thinking about raising a dragon?" He asked.

"Well, he did tell me that he always wanted to have a dragon when I first met him," I said.

Half an hour later when we knocked on the door of Hagrid's hut, we saw all the curtains closed.

"Who is it?" Hagrid asked.

"It's us," Neville responded.

Hagrid quickly let us in before closing the door.

Hagrid made us some tea and offered us stoat sandwiches, which we refused.

"Hagrid, can we have a window open?" asked Neville, "It's very hot.

"Can't, Neville, sorry.

"What's that?" asked Neville, as he looked in the fire.

"Aah, th," but Ron interrupted him.

"Where did you get it from, Hagrid? It must've cost you a fortune."

"Won it," said Hagrid. "Las' night. I was down in the village havin' a few drinks an' got into a game o' cards with a stranger. Think he was quite glad ter get rid of it, ter be honest."

"But what are you going to do with it when it's hatched?" asked Hermione.

"Well, I've bin doin' some readin'," said Hagrid, pulling a large book from under his pillow. "Got this outta the library. Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit. It's a bit outta date, o' course, but it's all in here. Keep the egg in the fire, 'cause their mothers breathe on em, see, an' when it hatches, feed it on a bucket o' brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour. An' see here, how ter recognize diff'rent eggs. What I got there's a Norwegian Ridgeback. They're rare, them."

He looked very pleased with himself, but Hermione didn't.

"Hagrid, you live in a wooden house," she said.

But Hagrid wasn't listening. He was humming merrily as he stoked the fire.

A few weeks later at breakfast time, Hedwig brought me a note from Hagrid.

Only two words were written on the parchment.

"It's hatching."

As soon as the bell rang after Herbology, myself along with Neville, Ron, and Hermione rushed towards Hagrid's hut at the edge of the forest.

Hagrid greeted us looking flushed and excited.

"It's nearly out," he said excitedly.

The egg lay on the table with deep cracks in it while we heard the dragon moving inside.

Suddenly, there was a scraping sound and the egg split open.

The baby dragon hopped onto the table.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Hagrid murmured. He reached out a hand to stroke the dragon's head. It snapped at his fingers, showing pointed fangs.

"Bless him, look, he knows his mommy!" said Hagrid.

"Hagrid," said Hermione, "how fast do Norwegian Ridgebacks grow, exactly?"

Hagrid was about to answer when the color suddenly drained from his face. He leapt to his feet and ran to the window.

"What's the matter?"

"Someone was lookin' through the gap in the curtains, it's a kid. He's runnin' back up ter the school."

I groaned but went to the door to check out who it was just to be sure.

Sure enough, Draco Malfoy had seen the dragon.

I thought hard about what Hagrid had named him in the previous timeline but it was just not coming to me.

The next week, Neville, Hermione, Ron, and myself spent most of our free time reasoning with Hagrid.

"Just let him go," I urged. "Set him free."

"I can't," said Hagrid. "He's too little. He'd die."

We looked at the dragon. It had grown three times in length in just a week. Smoke kept furling out of its nostrils. Hagrid hadn't been doing his gamekeeping duties because the dragon was keeping him so busy. There were empty brandy bottles and chicken feathers all over the floor.

"I've decided to call him Norbert," said Hagrid, looking at the dragon with misty eyes. "He really knows me now, watch. Norbert! Norbert! Where's Mommy?"

"He's lost his marbles," Ron muttered loud enough that Neville, Hermione, and I could hear him.

"Hagrid," I said quite loudly. Give it two weeks and the dragon is going to be as big as your house. Malfoy could go to his father about this at any moment. His father is on the board of Governors. You wouldn't want someone like Walden Macnair to execute him just because he is at Hogwarts, do you? How about you contact Ron's brother Charlie. He can take care of him at the dragon reserve and release in the wild once he is grown up.

Reluctantly, Hagrid agreed that we could send a letter to Charlie and ask him.

The next week dragged by.

On Wednesday, Hermione, Neville, and I were sitting alone in the common room, long after everyone else had gone to bed. The clock on the wall had just chimed midnight when the portrait hole burst open. Ron appeared out of nowhere as he pulled off my invisibility cloak. He had been down at Hagrid's hut, helping him feed Norbert, who was now eating dead rats by the crate.

"It bit me!" he said, showing us his hand, which was wrapped in a bloody handkerchief. "I'm not going to be able to hold a quill for a week. I tell you, that dragon's the most horrible animal I've ever met, but the way Hagrid goes on about it, you'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit. When it bit me he told me off for frightening it. And when I left, he was singing it a lullaby."

There was a tap on the dark window.

"It's Hedwig!" I said, hurrying to let her in. "She'll have Charlie's answer!"

The four of us put our heads together to read the note.

Dear Ron.

How are you? Thanks for the letter.

I'd be glad to take the Norwegian Ridgeback, but it won't be easy getting him here. I think the best thing will be to send him over with some friends of mine who are coming to visit me next week. Trouble is, they mustn't be seen carrying an illegal dragon.

Could you get the dragon up the tallest tower at midnight on Saturday? They can meet you there and take him away while it's still dark.

Send me an answer as soon as possible.

Love: Charlie.

We looked at each other.

"We've got the invisibility cloak," said Neville. "It shouldn't be too difficult, I think the cloaks big enough to cover two of us and Norbert."

We argued for a while and finally decided that Hermione would stay behind while Ron and Neville along with myself went to give Norbert to Charlie's friends.

By the next morning, there was a hitch in the plan. Ron's hand had swollen to twice its usual size so he had to stay in the hospital wing.

Ron had left Charlie's letter in his book and so when Malfoy borrowed it, he saw the letter.

At midnight on Saturday, Neville and I walked to Hagrid's hut to get Norbert.

Norbert was packed and ready in the large crate.

"He's got lots o' rats an' some brandy fer the journey," said Hagrid in a muffled voice. "An' I've packed his teddy bear in case he gets lonely."

"Bye-bye, Norbert!" Hagrid sobbed, as Neville and I covered the crate with the invisibility cloak and stepped underneath it ourselves. "Mommy will never forget you!"

Neville and I started levitating the trunk.

In the corridor beneath the tallest tower we saw professor McGonagall holding Malfoy by the ear.

"Detention!" she shouted. "And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering around in the middle of the night, how dare you."

"You don't understand, Professor. Harry Potter's coming. Him and his friends have helped the oaf Hagrid raise an illegal dragon, and they are planning to smuggle it out today, in fact they might be doing that as we speak!"

"What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on, I shall see Professor Snape about you, Malfoy! Oh, and another ten points from Slytherin for insulting the gamekeeper."

After climbing up the steep spiral staircase up to the top of the tower, we threw off the cloak, glad to be able to breathe properly again.

Fifteen minutes later, 4 broomsticks came swooping down.

""Lumos." I muttered and the end of my wand lit up.

After helping Charlie's friends buckle Norbert into the harness, we watched them fly away.

"I will put a silencing charm on our shoes so we don't get caught," I whispered to Neville. McGonagall might be keeping watch down stairs just in case.

Neville nodded.

"How do you know so many advanced spells?" Neville asked.

I stopped to think how I would tell Neville.

"Hermione and I have been wondering," he continued,

when you saw Hermione and I in the train, there was a look of recognition in your eyes.

There were many people that you could have invited into your compartment but why us? How did you know that I was using my father's old wand when I had never even told you? There are so many things that don't add up.

You sometimes mumble in your sleep."

"What?" I asked. W-what do I mumble in my sleep?" this was very concerning. I needed to put silencing charms around my bed. I thought.

"You say things like, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for all of you to die. Poor Teddy. He is orphaned just like me. I hope someone's looking after him. Who is Teddy?"

I looked at Neville for a minute, not saying anything.

It was hard to explain. For a moment I just thought of lying to him about it but I couldn't do that.

"It is a long story," I said eventually. "I can't tell you just yet. You, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, and the rest of the Weasley's deserve to know the truth but now it is not the right moment. I swear that I will tell all of you next year.

Don't look professors Dumbledore and Snape in the eyes. They are both Legilimens.

Legilimens are people who can penetrate other people's minds.

They can glance at your thoughts, look at all your memories, plant false memories in there victim's mind, torture people with it, and if there is a strong enough link, they can also control their victim as well. I am sure that they wouldn't do that to you, but they could see your secrets, and if they saw us smuggling a dragon out of Hogwarts, we would then be in a lot of trouble and possibly expelled."

Neville's eyes widened in shock.

"Don't look Quirrell in the eye or at the back of his head either.

"I promise that I will tell you next year. Before I tell you though, you need to learn Occlumency so you can keep Dumbledore and Snape out of your mind. Your gran can teach you or you can learn it from me when I teach Ron and Hermione."

"I will learn it from you," he replied.

After I put the silencing charm on our feet, we put on the cloak and made our way to Gryffindor tower without getting caught.

In the next few weeks whenever Ron, Neville, Hermione, or I walked passed Malfoy, he would give us looks full of hatred.

On the night that Malfoy went to serve detention in the forbidden forest with Hagrid, I decided to go after the stone.

After opening the door of the third-floor corridor, I started to play the flute.

In a few seconds, Fluffy fell asleep.

Even after everything I had faced in the next 6 years, I was still afraid to face Fluffy.

I sighed and levitated the 3 headed dog off the trapdoor and stared down into the hole.

After unshrinking my broom, I went down the hole.

Burning the Devil's Snare without burning my broom was tough but eventually it was done.

After finding the correct key and going through the door, I pondered how to deal with the chess game. Not having Ron and Hermione was difficult but I had promised myself that I would not involve them in this. To many people had died last time, and I did not want them in harm's way.

I did not know if this was going to work so I took a deep breath, climbed onto my broom, and flew as fast as I could to the opposite side of the room.

Getting past the troll was easy. It went down with a few stunning spells and I was able to go to the next room where Snape's potion puzzle was.

As soon as I entered the room, purple flames shot up behind me and a black fire shot up covering the exit in front of me.

I read the piece of parchment that was lying on the table next to the 7 potion bottles.

Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,

Two of us will help you, whichever you would find.

One among us seven will let you move ahead,

Another will transport the drinker back instead.

Two among our number hold only nettle wine,

Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.

Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,

To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:

First, however slyly the poison tries to hide

You will always find some on nettle wine's left side.

Second, different are those who stand at either end,

But if you would move onward, neither is your friend.

Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,

Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides.

Fourth, the second left and the second on the right

Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.

I grabbed the smallest bottle and put the rounded bottle in my pocket.

I took a deep breath, drank the potion in the smallest bottle and went into the next room.

The Mirror of Erised was still there.

I closed my eyes and opened them again, looking straight into the mirror.

An image of my parents appeared.

Hot tears sprang up unbidden, and I took a deep breath. I knew the difference now between this and the real thing, but I could not help the pang of longing that I always felt at every glimpse of them. I reached a hand out to the glass and touched their faces.

The image changed.

A girl with red hair and green eyes along with a boy with untidy black hair and brown eyes stood in front of adult versions of Ginny and I. Hermione, Luna, and Neville stood behind us with Sirius, Remus, my parents, and the rest of the Weasley's.

The image changed. My reflection stared at me, winked and smiled at me, put it's hand in his pocket and pulled out a blood red stone.

The reflection winked at me again and put the stone back in his pocket.

As soon as the reflection put the stone in his pocket, I felt the stone drop into my own. I pointed my wand at the stone and muttered, "Geminio." Instantly, a duplicate of the stone appeared in my other hand. I wasn't sure how to do the next part. I closed my eyes and thought hard about putting the fake stone in the mirror. There was a brilliant flash of white light, and the stone flew from my hand and went into the mirror.

Now, I needed to get out of here and write a letter to Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel.

Back in the tower, I sat down on my bed in the dormitory and began to write.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Flamel.

My name is Harry James Potter. I am afraid that I have some unfortunate news to tell you. First though, I swear on my life and magic that everything I say in this letter is the truth and nothing otherwise.

I know you are probably wondering why I did that, as it is not normal for a young wizard, especially at the age I am, to make such an oath, please allow me to explain.

I am a time traveller. I have not used a time-turner to turn back time. My situation is a bit complicated.

Cutting a long story short because I don't have much time, I have come back 16 years into the past. In my 4th year Voldemort returned and the second war began. Cedric Diggory was the first casualty just because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The minister for magic, Cornelius Fudge dragged mine and professor Dumbledore's name through the mud at the end of 4th year until the end of 5th year just because he did not believe that Voldemort had returned.

In my fifth year, Dolores Umbridge was our defence against the dark arts teacher who taught us nothing and gave many students including myself detentions with blood-quills. My godfather Sirius was also killed.

In my sixth year, professor Dumbledore explained to me about Voldemort creating Horcruxes because he wanted immortality.

He has so far created five of those vial things, but he wanted to create seven because seven is the most powerful number.

Hufflepuff's cup and Slytherin's locket have already been destroyed.

Tom Riddle's diary will be given to Ginny Weasley sometime in August by Lucius Malfoy. I will make sure that it is destroyed.

Marvolo Gaunt's ring is currently in the Gaunt shack in Little Hangleton. Can you please retrieve that one? Because I am not experienced with the kind of wards that Voldemort has put up there. Professor Dumbledore was cursed when he put on the ring. I can't tell his story but he made mistakes when he was young and he wanted to see the rest of his family to apologise. Because the ring was the resurrection stone, he put it on, forgetting that it was a horcrux, and the curse travelled up his hand. Luckily, professor Snape stopped the curse from spreading. Unfortunately, the curse could only be contained for a year, so the professor had to die.

Ravenclaw's diadem is currently at Hogwarts in the room of requirement, also known as the come and go room.

In the previous timeline, myself along with my 2 friends began to find and destroy the horcruxs in the year which was meant to be our 7th year.

At that time, things were bad. Professor Dumbledore had been killed at the end of my sixth year and Voldemort had basically taken over the ministry.

Muggle-borns were being sent to Azkaban, getting kissed by dementors, or getting killed because they were accused of stealing magic from the pure-bloods.

We lost many good people.

Voldemort and I had a connection in the previous timeline.

After finding out that the last horcrux was in Hogwarts, we went there, and the final battle began.

After some time, Voldemort asked his servants to retreat and gave me 1 hour to give myself up.

I saw a few memories that Severus Snape gave me before he was brutally murdered by Voldemort's snake.

I found out that on the night Voldemort tried to kill me, he had unintentionally created an accidental horcrux which was a lightning bolt shaped scar on my forehead. I suppose when my memories came back, they destroyed the horcrux and so the scar healed.

I went to the forbidden forest and after killing a few death-eaters and Voldemort's snake, allowed him to kill me.

After I was hit by the killing curse, I was unconscious for some time. After waking up in Kings Cross station, I saw professor Dumbledore. Him and I had a chat and then I was given the option to either move on or go back to my body. I didn't want any of the 2 options so I asked him if I could go back in time. Because I was the master of all 3 of the deathly hallows, I was granted a second chance. I went back to my 15 month old body and I am determined to stop the second war from beginning, even if I have to sacrifice myself for everyone.

I am a Metamorphmagus and I use that to my advantage sometimes.

My alias is Fred Smith. Fred Smith has red hair and brown eyes and is an adult.

The other reason I am writing to you is because professor Dumbledore has your Philosopher's stone, which is currently here at Hogwarts. He created traps with the help of the other teachers in order to test me, or set a trap for Tom Riddle, self-styled Lord Voldemort.

I got past the traps and have retrieved the stone, which is sitting here with me as I write this letter.

By removing the stone from the 3rd floor corridor, I have insured that Voldemort's spirit shall not use the stone to gain a new body.

I swear on my magic that I will not use your stone. Immortality is the last thing that I need. I don't have any desire to turn metal into gold either.

If professor Dumbledore is, indeed, testing me, then he is doing it because a prophecy was made shortly before I was born and was told to me at the end of my fifth year by him.

The contents of the prophesy is this.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."

I'm sure in your many years of experience, I don't have to tell you that prophecies can be non-existent,, self-for filling, and can also be interpreted in many different ways.

I don't think that we need to worry much about the prophesy right now.

I'm not afraid to admit that I was sad when you died in the previous timeline and I don't want that to happen again. The stone was destroyed after professor Quirrell attempted to steal it for Voldemort who had been possessing him. Professor Dumbledore told me that he had already talked to you about it and all of you had agreed that it was for the best that the stone was to be destroyed.

His exact words were, 'The stone has been destroyed. Nicolas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it's all for the best. They have enough elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die.

To one as young as you, I'm sure it sounds incredible, but to Nicolas and Perenelle, It really is like going to bed after a very long day. After all, to the well organised mind, death is but the next great adventure. You know, the stone was not really such a wonderful thing.

Immortality and As much money in life as you could want. The two things most human beings would choose above all. The trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.'

If you already knew about the professor's plan then I am sorry for ruining it. However, I believe that this is not the case.

The stone is in this package.

Please understand that I love professor Dumbledore like a grandfather, but I don't agree with some of his decisions.

Thank you for your services to the Wizarding world.

Good luck with whatever you decide to do next.

Yours sincerely: Harry James Potter.

After rereading the letter, I sent it off with Hedwig after going to Hogsmeade because I was not sure if the old man had put up wards that would activate when the philosophers stone was mentioned.

The exams came and went, and I followed Quirrell to the 3rd floor corridor.

I approached the door. It was a jar. I entered just as the music died away.

Past the Devil's Snare, flying keys, chessboard, the troll and the potion puzzle, we finally entered the room where the mirror of Erised and the fake philosophers stone was.

"The game is up Voldemort." I said.

"W-w-w-who are y-y-you?" stuttered Quirrell.

"None of your business Quirrell. By the way, drop the act. I know that you have Lord Voldemort on the back of your head.

"let me speak to him." Voldemort's muffled voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

"But master, you are not strong enough."

"I am strong enough for this." Voldemort said. I would like to face the boy who dare stand in my way.

Quirrell unravelled his turban and I saw Voldemort's face.

"Who are you, boy?" he asked.

"None of your business Voldemort. I am here to delay your return. If you really must know, I am Fred Smith.

I will prove your followers wrong. I a muggle-born will stop you."

As soon as I finished talking, I grabbed Quirrell by the throat, bound and disarmed him, and started punching Voldemort's face.

Without my scar bothering me, I kept punching and punching, enjoying Voldemort's screams of pain before I pulled out a knife which was actually my wand that I had transfigured, and slit Quirrell's throat with it.

"Nooo!" cried Voldemort, and his spirit moved toward me.

"Avada kedavra!" The jet of Green light left my wand and went through the spirit which made him scream in even more agony before he floated away, out of the school.

I put on my cloak and ran as fast as I could back to Gryffindor tower.

I nearly collided into Dumbledore but thankfully, he was too distracted to notice me.

A few days later, Percy came to me.

"Potter, professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his office.

The password is Lemon Drops."

I nodded and proceeded to Dumbledore's office.

After giving the password to the gargoyle, I climbed up the staircase and knocked on the office door.

"Enter," said Dumbledore in a quiet voice.

I opened the door and went into the office.

Dumbledore was in his usual spot behind his desk, and Fawkes was sitting on his perch just like countless other times that he had been when I was there.

"Ah, Harry, my boy. It is good to see you. Do sit down."

"Thank you sir," I said before taking a seat.

"How were your classes this year."

"They were good professor. A bit challenging at times, but I like it that way. How else am I supposed to learn?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "I am so glad that you enjoyed them. His face grew serious. "I am afraid I have some very serious news to tell you."

"What is it Professor?" I asked with a curious face plastered on. I felt Dumbledore trying to see my thoughts. I let Dumbledore see only my curiosity. I was curious. I didn't know how much Dumbledore was going to tell me after all.

"Well, I am sure you are wondering what happened to professor Quirrell."

"Well, yes sir. Everyone is. That is all anyone could talk about in the common room." I let the images of my friends and fellow students talking in the background while I was doing my homework go through my mind.

"Well, Harry, I am not sure, but I suspect that he was murdered by Lord Voldemort."

"What?" I said. I thought that he died when he failed to kill me on that Halloween night."

"Unfortunately he didn't die. I suspect that he is still alive"

Dumbledore started to speak but then the fireplace turned green and 2 people came out of it looking angry.

He looked at them, and I was pleased to see all the colour drain from his face.

"Harry. We will continue this conversation some other time. He pointed to his door and I walked out of his office.

After doing a wandless listening charm, I put on my cloak and listened.

"Ah, Nicolas and Perenelle. What can I do for you today?"

"You can tell us why you decided to hide the stone in the 3rd floor corridor and make all the protections easily passable."

"Well, I was going to use the stone as bate to lure Tom out of hiding. That was the whole point of me keeping the stone at Hogwarts after all. I knew that the protections were easily passable. I wanted it that way.

I thought that all the protections would keep Voldemort busy until I got there. The only person that could get the stone out of the mirror would be the person who doesn't wish to use it."

My plan was brilliant, draw Tom to Hogwarts and then capture him. Once I figured out how Tom was immortal, I would then take steps to prevent him from escaping, take Harry to the ministry of magic, and then make him throw Tom through the vail of death, but I see that my plan did not work because of that blasted note.

How could I have fallen for that pathetic trick? I should have known better.

The minister of magic often needs my advice. By the time I realised that the note was fake, it was too late. I am very sorry but I do not know where your stone is."

There was silence for a few seconds. Then Nicolas yelled, "You idiot!" what if Voldemort had figured it out and had sent someone who didn't want to use the stone to take it for him?"

"He couldn't have, it was,"

"Do you have any idea of what you nearly had done? Because of your foolishness, Voldemort could have gotten a body again.

Why did you have Voldemort in the same place as the students?"

"Well that was the only way to,"

"Silence!" yelled Perenelle.

"All the students were in danger because of that madman and yet you can only say that this was the only plan to capture him?

You could have done this during the holidays if you really wanted to bring him into this school.

"We're lucky that we have got the stone." Nicolas pulled it out of his pocket.

"W-who took the stone?"

Nicolas frowned and spoke, "Albus, a young man named Fred Smith told us about it. We are glad he did, because we both did not know that you were endangering students and staff with it."

"Fred Smith, you say?" Dumbledore asked.

Is it possible for me to meet him?"

"We are very disappointed in you, Albus. Perenelle said. In all our years, we didn't think that you would do something like that.

We will be taking the stone with us. Don't worry, we will have it under the Fidelius Charm and no, we will not be giving the secret to anyone, especially you. As for Fred Smith, he is currently not very happy with you at the moment. He looked up to you once, but after all this, I don't think that young Fred would like to meet you."

After a few minutes Dumbledore said, "I have thought about it and I do realize that my plan was not going to work. All I wanted to do was to make young Harry's job easier. Nicolas and Perenelle, I am very sorry for the problems I have caused with your stone. I hope that you can forgive an old man for his mistakes?"

After a few seconds of silence, Nicolas said, "Albus, we accept your apology, but we want you to be more aware of what you do, especially when it comes to protecting the students and staff of this school."

There were a few seconds of silence then Dumbledore spoke, "Thank you for that, it won't happen again."

"Very well. Are you aware that Voldemort has created multiple Horcruxes?"

"He has what?" Dumbledore whispered. He has created about 5 HORCRUXES. He wanted to create 7 but luckily, Harry stopped him before he did that.

Fred has the rest of the horcruxes which he will destroy, but there is 1 horcrux that we need your help with.

It is a ring in the Gaunt's shack in Little Hangleton.

Maybe we can go and destroy it sometime during the holidays?"

"Yes, of course," Dumbledore said.

"We shall see each other in the holidays." Perenelle said.

"Oh Tom, what have you done?" I heard Dumbledore whisper.

I heard Nicolas and Perenelle walking towards the door so I moved away and saw the two people exit the office. They turned and looked at me.

Nicolas spoke.

"Mr. Potter, my name is Nicolas Flamel and this is my wife Perenelle, thank you for your letter. We both had the pleasure of knowing your parents, it was sad when we lost them."

"Thank you, I still think about them a lot."

By this point, we had moved away and Nicolas cast some very powerful privacy charms.

"Mr. Potter,"

"Please call me Harry."

"Harry, Perenelle and I were aware that you had cast that listening charm on the office door and we are also able to see through Invisibility cloaks."

I have cast privacy charms so no one will be able to hear us.

Now, we would like you to give us the diadem. We would like to help you get rid of Voldemort. You alone are no match for him and his death-eaters."

"Okay." I said and took them to the seventh floor where I paced up and down the corridor thinking, I need the room of hidden things, I need the room of hidden things, I need the room of hidden things, and the door materialised in front of me.

We were in a place the size of a cathedral with the appearance of a city, its towering walls built of objects hidden by thousands of long-gone students.

Nicolas, Perenelle and I started searching the different aisles.

Deeper and deeper in the Labyrinth I went, trying to remember where I had hidden my potions book.

There it was, right ahead, the blistered old cupboard in which I had hidden my old Potions book, and on top of it, the pockmarked stone warlock wearing a dusty old wig and what looked like an ancient dis-coloured tiara.

"Can you please destroy this with the ring?" I asked.

"Yes." Perenelle said. In fact, that would be much easier because then we wouldn't have to cast the Fiendfyre twice, and Albus won't have any doubts about the Horcruxes not being destroyed.

Well, it was nice meeting you, Harry. We shall see you later.

If you need any help destroying more of the abominations then please let us know."

"I will," I said, and with that, Nicolas and Perenelle departed.

A few days later, I had gone to the Quidditch pitch and the game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had begun.

The game had lasted for half an hour. A seventh year who's name I did not know was the seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

Gryffindor had won by 100 points to 90, and Gryffindor was awarded the house cup. Oliver Wood and the rest of the team had then hugged me, and carried me on their shoulders.

At the moment we were in the great hall, and Dumbledore was about to speak.

"Another year gone, And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts.

Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus.

In fourth place, Hufflepuff with three hundred and fifty-two points.

In third place, Ravenclaw with four hundred and twenty-two points.

In second place, Gryffindor with four hundred and thirty points.

In first place, Slytherin, with four hundred and forty-two points.

Slytheren wins the house cup!"

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table. I could see Malfoy banging his goblet on the table. It was a sickening sight.

A few days later, the exam results came.

Neville, Ron, Hermione and I passed with good marks.

Suddenly, wardrobes were empty, trunks were packed, Neville's toad was found lurking in one of the toilets, we got notes warning us not to do magic all over the summer holidays, Hagrid was there to take us down to the boats, and we were boarding the Hogwarts express.

We were talking and laughing as the countryside became greener and tidier, eating Berttie Bott's Every Flavor Beans as we sped past Muggle towns, pulling off our robes and putting on jackets and coats, the train was pulling into platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross Station.

Sirius and Remus met us on the other side of the barrier.

As I was being hugged by Sirius and Remus, Ron said, "The three of you must come stay this summer. I'll send you an owl."

After thanking Ron, I heard Ginny's voice.

"There he is, look! It's Harry Potter! Mom, can I go and meet him please?"

Be quiet, Ginny, and it's rude to point!" Mrs. Weasley said.

"Busy year?" she asked.

"Yeah it was very busy," I said. "Thanks for the fudge and sweater.

"Oh, it was nothing dear," she said.

Sirius and Remus made their way back to us. They were talking to Fred and George about pranks.

After seeing both of them grinning at the Marauders, I knew that Sirius and Remus had given them a list of pranks.

Life couldn't be any better, I thought as we made our way back home.

Author's note 1: This is the end of year one. Those of you who have enjoyed this story thus far, thanks for taking the time to read it.

I know that this year did not have much action in it and had a lot of things taken from the actual HP books. In my opinion, it was necessary for Harry to keep his knowledge of the future hidden, because I did not want Voldemort to take a special interest in him.

Author's note 2: If you were looking for a time travel story in which everything goes as Harry wants it to, Voldemort and his minions are either dead or in prison, and everyone has a happily ever after, then this story is probably not for you. I have read many stories like that. For example in Harry Potter and the Trip to the Past by Priya Ashok, and Oh God Not Again! By Sarah1281, some things change, and the timeline is intact, none of the good guys die, and everyone has a happily ever after. But I am going to change things around for my story. It's not that I want to kill off the good guys, or I don't want the story to end with a happily ever after, it's just that I want the timeline to change, because meddling with time is a very big thing. Even a little thing can change a lot in the future. I will kill a few good guys as well as the bad guys. Right now, I have got three ways that the story can go.

The diary is not given to Ginny Weasley, but somehow finds itself in Gilderoy Lockheart's things. He rights in it, the chamber is opened, and he eventually dies and Tom Riddle comes out of the diary. The younger Riddle then finds his elder counterpart in Albania, resurrects him, and both Riddle's start up the second war. They both eventually get defeated in fifth year in the department of mysteries.

Pettigrew escapes Azkaban, kill's a few people at Hogwarts including Sirius or Remus, and things happen as they did. Pettigrew finds Voldemort in Albania, Harry gets entered in the tournament, everything happens the same except Voldemort and the death-eaters who have escaped prosecution die in the graveyard, and Cedric is not killed. I won't be doing that.

Harry gets rid of all the Horcruxs and Voldemort never returns.

I am most likely to go through with the first option or another option if it comes to mind.

Author's note 3: I won't be updating this story for a few months because I have not read the HP books for a few years, and the details are slipping my mind. I will first read all seven books and then update.