Chapter 1: Arrivals
Harry Potter was unlike many nineteen year olds. He had grown up not knowing his parents and had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Along with the many other strange things about him, some notable ones being the fact that he had saved the Philosophers Stone, fought a Basilisk and won, was a Parselmouth and had witnessed Voldemorts rebirth. He had also defeated Voldemort, finally, and forever. Voldemort was the most lethal and most feared wizard since Grindewald.
The final battle of the war had been intense, and the light side had lost many in the name of evil.
*
"Harry, he's here!!" someone yelled from across the Great Hall of Hogwarts. As soon as Harry heard this, he put the Death Eater he was duelling with in a Maximum Full Body Bind, and headed over in the direction of the voice. He didn't know why, but he felt as if he had been waiting for this moment for his entire life. And he had been.
The doors swung open and a tall man, with his face bathed in the blackness of the hood he wore, only his red slits of eyes glowing.
"Hello Harry Potter." Said the man
"Hi Tommie, how have you been?" Harry asked sarcastically, pushing his faithful wand at Voldemorts heart.
"Did your parents never teach you manners boy?" Voldemort sneered, raising his own wand.
"Never had the chance." Harry yelled, unaware of the people around him.
"Lets get this over with Potter." Voldemort said calmly.
"Fine by me," Harry said backing away and raising his wand, "Tortrious!!" Harry screamed pointing his wand at Voldemort's heart, even though Harry wasn't sure he had one.
Voldemort let out a shrill scream, which brought him to his knees. Before he could recover, Harry yelled more curses.
"Crucio!! Flamelf!! Strangelius!!"
Harry's stream of curses left Voldemort squirming and writhing at Harry's feet. A glint came to Harry's emerald eyes and he stood, towering above the lying man.
"Endio Soulius Lifindo!!" Harry screamed a spell version of the Dementors kiss, which ate the soul of the person and left the shell of a body in ashes on the floor. Harry collapsed at the extreme amount of power he had used for that spell, and didn't see until a month later what his hard work had achieved. A world finally free of Voldemort.
*
Harry snapped out of his daydream, and subconsciously rubbed the lightening bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, a souvenir from his first confrontation with Voldemort. He picked up his wand, which had been lying next to his forgotten, unfinished bowl of cereal, and twirled it around in his fingers.
This wand had performed so many nearly Unforgivable Curses and a fair amount of Unforgivable ones. Though he had only used Crucio out of the three. He'd never used Avada Kedavra, and he didn't want to. There were other ways to kill a wizard, and Harry hated thinking like this but there were curses he preferred to use. He couldn't use the killing curse, the same one that had been used on his parents, and himself. It brought back too many memories of his child hood and the Final Battle, which had happened in Harry's last year at Hogwarts.
Harry sighed and cleared away his breakfast, his appetite long gone. He lived alone in a flat in Diagon Alley. He had inherited many properties when he turned 18, but Harry didn't use them much, he preferred his flat. Ron and Hermione, who were finally a couple, lived nearby. They were both thank fully not too badly hurt after the battle.
Harry was an Auror, finished training, although only just, and was at entry level. He hated it. All he did was file papers and fetch cups of tea and coffee. He'd expected, not to be big headed or anything, but with his experience to have entered a bit higher up in his chosen career. After all he'd been the one that saved the entire wizarding world. He wouldn't say anything though, he was just glad to be alive frankly.
He was about to go and get changed, ready for another dull day when Hedwig flew through the window. She flew over and landed on his shoulder. He took the letter out of her claws and turned it over. It had the Hogwarts seal on and Harry ripped it open and read:
Mr Potter,
I request your presence at a meeting on the 11th August at 2pm.
Albus Dumbledore
'What's that about?' Harry wondered, 'Ah I'll find out tomorrow, won't I?' He thought and went to get ready for work.
Harry had just arrived outside Professor Dumbledores office, and as usual he didn't know the password.
"Sugar Mice?"
Nothing.
"Sugar Quill?"
Nothing.
"Cockroach Cluster?"
Nothing again.
"Canary Cream?"
The gargoyle immediately sprung to life and Harry began to laugh.
'Fred and George'll be pleased' thought Harry, referring to one of the products that they sold in Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes. He walked up to the office and knocked.
"Come in."
Harry walked in and smiled at Dumbledore. He was sitting behind his desk, a pile of powers in front of him as well as a Sneakoscope and an hourglass.
"Ah Harry, how's the saviour of the wizarding world today?"
Harry was about to say something very rude and sarcastic before he remembered where he was. "Fine, how are you?"
"Fine thank you, although I am needing a favour off of you."
"Well what is it?" Harry asked.
"It seems we are with out a Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher."
"What?!" Harry yelled, jumping up.
"In 1976. I was wondering if you would like to go back for a year and teach. Get away from everything. Everyone. " Dumbledore finished.
"1976? When my parents were in 7th Year?" Harry asked disbelievingly. "Yes I believe so." Dumbledore said.
"OK. " Harry muttered.
"So will you go Harry?"
"Yeah," Harry jumped up, "Of course I'll go, wow I'm going to get to know my parents, and see Remus, and. Sirius."
"Yes. So you will go tomorrow. Please don't tell any one about this Harry. I will explain to Ron and Hermione. If you would like to go and get ready, we can talk more tomorrow." Dumbledore suggested.
Harry nodded, unable to speak and left the room, his thoughts full of his parents and their friends.
"Ah, Harry your back. I expected you earlier, if I'm truthful." Dumbledore said as Harry entered that morning. He'd spent the entire night packing and had arrived at Dumbledores office a little after 10 o'clock.
"Did you?" Harry asked, putting his Firebolt II down.
"Yes. Now Harry, you know you can't tell them who you are? You can not change the future." Dumbledore said sternly.
"I know." Harry said quietly.
"Good. Now onto a lighter note. You are Harry Miller. You lived in America, that's why you didn't go to Hogwarts. You are still 19 though. If you want you can change your appearance."
"Nah.."
"All right. You cannot, under any circumstances tell them who you are. You might change the future."
"OK, I can't tell them. What if they find out?" Harry asked, beginning to worry. "I highly doubt they will, but if they do come to me." Dumbledore suggested.
"OK do you know in the future then?"
"I find out after a while I believe."
"All right, how do I come back?"
"You fast forward the timeturner nineteen times. To go back you rewind it twenty."
"OK can I go now?" Harry asked excitedly.
"Yes my boy. Go. Have fun."
Harry nodded and turned the timeturner twenty times. He landed with a thud outside Hogwarts.
He found himself on the floor outside the doors, his robes dusty.
'Thank God I don't wear glasses any more they'd be broken by now.' Harry thought. He picked himself up and pulled out his wand. He cleaned his robes, then shrunk his broom, trunk and owl cage, and placed them in his pocket. He walked over to the doors and pushed them open.
Inside Professor McGonagall was passing and stopped at the sight of the young man that had just stumbled into the Entrance Hall. She looked him up and down. He was tall, about 6ft 1" she would say. He had longish, messy black hair and sparkling emerald eyes. He was identical to James Potter, except for the lightening bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.
"Hi!" Harry said warmly, "I'm Harry Miller. I'm here to apply for the Defence Against The Dark Arts job, I believe it's free?"
"Yes. I will take you to the headmaster's office. Follow me." She said eying him suspiciously.
"Thanks, that would be great!!" Harry said excitedly.
Harry followed Professor McGonagall up to Dumbledores office, even though he knew the way; he had to keep up appearances.
"Liquorish wand." She muttered at the gargoyle and led him into the office.
"Albus this is Harry Miller. He's here for the job." She said and left the room.
"Hello Mr Miller. do you have a resume?" Dumbledore asked as Harry sat opposite him.
'Shit.' Thought Harry. "No, sorry, I'll answer some questions for you though, or maybe take a test or something." Harry offered as alternatives.
"All right. Name?"
"Harry. Ronald Miller."
"Age, date of birth?"
"19, 31st July."
"That's very young. I think you'd be the youngest teacher we've had if you get the job. Where were you schooled?"
"I went to a school in America, but I came over here when I graduated. I had English parents, and spent a lot of time in England that's why I don't have an accent."
"OK. I think we will get on with the test now Mr. Miller."
"Can you call me Harry? Mr. Miller makes me feel old."
"Of course." Dumbledore said handing Harry the test and a quill. Harry looked at the first question.. What is the incantation to produce a Patronus? And grinned.
Twenty minutes later, Harry was finished the hundred-question test.
"Done already?" Dumbledore asked, surprised. Harry nodded and Dumbledore took the parchment off him and cast a charm so the parchment automatically corrected itself.
"Full marks!! Congratulations Professor Miller." Dumbledore said, shaking a very happy Harry's hand
"Thank you very much Professor. Thank you." Harry said.
"So would you like to see your living quarters Harry?"
Harry nodded and followed Professor Dumbledore out of the room.
'There's something about that boy." thought Dumbledore, 'How long til I find out what?"
A/N Well that's the first chapter of my time travel story please enjoy and review!!
Harry Potter was unlike many nineteen year olds. He had grown up not knowing his parents and had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Along with the many other strange things about him, some notable ones being the fact that he had saved the Philosophers Stone, fought a Basilisk and won, was a Parselmouth and had witnessed Voldemorts rebirth. He had also defeated Voldemort, finally, and forever. Voldemort was the most lethal and most feared wizard since Grindewald.
The final battle of the war had been intense, and the light side had lost many in the name of evil.
*
"Harry, he's here!!" someone yelled from across the Great Hall of Hogwarts. As soon as Harry heard this, he put the Death Eater he was duelling with in a Maximum Full Body Bind, and headed over in the direction of the voice. He didn't know why, but he felt as if he had been waiting for this moment for his entire life. And he had been.
The doors swung open and a tall man, with his face bathed in the blackness of the hood he wore, only his red slits of eyes glowing.
"Hello Harry Potter." Said the man
"Hi Tommie, how have you been?" Harry asked sarcastically, pushing his faithful wand at Voldemorts heart.
"Did your parents never teach you manners boy?" Voldemort sneered, raising his own wand.
"Never had the chance." Harry yelled, unaware of the people around him.
"Lets get this over with Potter." Voldemort said calmly.
"Fine by me," Harry said backing away and raising his wand, "Tortrious!!" Harry screamed pointing his wand at Voldemort's heart, even though Harry wasn't sure he had one.
Voldemort let out a shrill scream, which brought him to his knees. Before he could recover, Harry yelled more curses.
"Crucio!! Flamelf!! Strangelius!!"
Harry's stream of curses left Voldemort squirming and writhing at Harry's feet. A glint came to Harry's emerald eyes and he stood, towering above the lying man.
"Endio Soulius Lifindo!!" Harry screamed a spell version of the Dementors kiss, which ate the soul of the person and left the shell of a body in ashes on the floor. Harry collapsed at the extreme amount of power he had used for that spell, and didn't see until a month later what his hard work had achieved. A world finally free of Voldemort.
*
Harry snapped out of his daydream, and subconsciously rubbed the lightening bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, a souvenir from his first confrontation with Voldemort. He picked up his wand, which had been lying next to his forgotten, unfinished bowl of cereal, and twirled it around in his fingers.
This wand had performed so many nearly Unforgivable Curses and a fair amount of Unforgivable ones. Though he had only used Crucio out of the three. He'd never used Avada Kedavra, and he didn't want to. There were other ways to kill a wizard, and Harry hated thinking like this but there were curses he preferred to use. He couldn't use the killing curse, the same one that had been used on his parents, and himself. It brought back too many memories of his child hood and the Final Battle, which had happened in Harry's last year at Hogwarts.
Harry sighed and cleared away his breakfast, his appetite long gone. He lived alone in a flat in Diagon Alley. He had inherited many properties when he turned 18, but Harry didn't use them much, he preferred his flat. Ron and Hermione, who were finally a couple, lived nearby. They were both thank fully not too badly hurt after the battle.
Harry was an Auror, finished training, although only just, and was at entry level. He hated it. All he did was file papers and fetch cups of tea and coffee. He'd expected, not to be big headed or anything, but with his experience to have entered a bit higher up in his chosen career. After all he'd been the one that saved the entire wizarding world. He wouldn't say anything though, he was just glad to be alive frankly.
He was about to go and get changed, ready for another dull day when Hedwig flew through the window. She flew over and landed on his shoulder. He took the letter out of her claws and turned it over. It had the Hogwarts seal on and Harry ripped it open and read:
Mr Potter,
I request your presence at a meeting on the 11th August at 2pm.
Albus Dumbledore
'What's that about?' Harry wondered, 'Ah I'll find out tomorrow, won't I?' He thought and went to get ready for work.
Harry had just arrived outside Professor Dumbledores office, and as usual he didn't know the password.
"Sugar Mice?"
Nothing.
"Sugar Quill?"
Nothing.
"Cockroach Cluster?"
Nothing again.
"Canary Cream?"
The gargoyle immediately sprung to life and Harry began to laugh.
'Fred and George'll be pleased' thought Harry, referring to one of the products that they sold in Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes. He walked up to the office and knocked.
"Come in."
Harry walked in and smiled at Dumbledore. He was sitting behind his desk, a pile of powers in front of him as well as a Sneakoscope and an hourglass.
"Ah Harry, how's the saviour of the wizarding world today?"
Harry was about to say something very rude and sarcastic before he remembered where he was. "Fine, how are you?"
"Fine thank you, although I am needing a favour off of you."
"Well what is it?" Harry asked.
"It seems we are with out a Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher."
"What?!" Harry yelled, jumping up.
"In 1976. I was wondering if you would like to go back for a year and teach. Get away from everything. Everyone. " Dumbledore finished.
"1976? When my parents were in 7th Year?" Harry asked disbelievingly. "Yes I believe so." Dumbledore said.
"OK. " Harry muttered.
"So will you go Harry?"
"Yeah," Harry jumped up, "Of course I'll go, wow I'm going to get to know my parents, and see Remus, and. Sirius."
"Yes. So you will go tomorrow. Please don't tell any one about this Harry. I will explain to Ron and Hermione. If you would like to go and get ready, we can talk more tomorrow." Dumbledore suggested.
Harry nodded, unable to speak and left the room, his thoughts full of his parents and their friends.
"Ah, Harry your back. I expected you earlier, if I'm truthful." Dumbledore said as Harry entered that morning. He'd spent the entire night packing and had arrived at Dumbledores office a little after 10 o'clock.
"Did you?" Harry asked, putting his Firebolt II down.
"Yes. Now Harry, you know you can't tell them who you are? You can not change the future." Dumbledore said sternly.
"I know." Harry said quietly.
"Good. Now onto a lighter note. You are Harry Miller. You lived in America, that's why you didn't go to Hogwarts. You are still 19 though. If you want you can change your appearance."
"Nah.."
"All right. You cannot, under any circumstances tell them who you are. You might change the future."
"OK, I can't tell them. What if they find out?" Harry asked, beginning to worry. "I highly doubt they will, but if they do come to me." Dumbledore suggested.
"OK do you know in the future then?"
"I find out after a while I believe."
"All right, how do I come back?"
"You fast forward the timeturner nineteen times. To go back you rewind it twenty."
"OK can I go now?" Harry asked excitedly.
"Yes my boy. Go. Have fun."
Harry nodded and turned the timeturner twenty times. He landed with a thud outside Hogwarts.
He found himself on the floor outside the doors, his robes dusty.
'Thank God I don't wear glasses any more they'd be broken by now.' Harry thought. He picked himself up and pulled out his wand. He cleaned his robes, then shrunk his broom, trunk and owl cage, and placed them in his pocket. He walked over to the doors and pushed them open.
Inside Professor McGonagall was passing and stopped at the sight of the young man that had just stumbled into the Entrance Hall. She looked him up and down. He was tall, about 6ft 1" she would say. He had longish, messy black hair and sparkling emerald eyes. He was identical to James Potter, except for the lightening bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.
"Hi!" Harry said warmly, "I'm Harry Miller. I'm here to apply for the Defence Against The Dark Arts job, I believe it's free?"
"Yes. I will take you to the headmaster's office. Follow me." She said eying him suspiciously.
"Thanks, that would be great!!" Harry said excitedly.
Harry followed Professor McGonagall up to Dumbledores office, even though he knew the way; he had to keep up appearances.
"Liquorish wand." She muttered at the gargoyle and led him into the office.
"Albus this is Harry Miller. He's here for the job." She said and left the room.
"Hello Mr Miller. do you have a resume?" Dumbledore asked as Harry sat opposite him.
'Shit.' Thought Harry. "No, sorry, I'll answer some questions for you though, or maybe take a test or something." Harry offered as alternatives.
"All right. Name?"
"Harry. Ronald Miller."
"Age, date of birth?"
"19, 31st July."
"That's very young. I think you'd be the youngest teacher we've had if you get the job. Where were you schooled?"
"I went to a school in America, but I came over here when I graduated. I had English parents, and spent a lot of time in England that's why I don't have an accent."
"OK. I think we will get on with the test now Mr. Miller."
"Can you call me Harry? Mr. Miller makes me feel old."
"Of course." Dumbledore said handing Harry the test and a quill. Harry looked at the first question.. What is the incantation to produce a Patronus? And grinned.
Twenty minutes later, Harry was finished the hundred-question test.
"Done already?" Dumbledore asked, surprised. Harry nodded and Dumbledore took the parchment off him and cast a charm so the parchment automatically corrected itself.
"Full marks!! Congratulations Professor Miller." Dumbledore said, shaking a very happy Harry's hand
"Thank you very much Professor. Thank you." Harry said.
"So would you like to see your living quarters Harry?"
Harry nodded and followed Professor Dumbledore out of the room.
'There's something about that boy." thought Dumbledore, 'How long til I find out what?"
A/N Well that's the first chapter of my time travel story please enjoy and review!!