A/N: I've been wanting to write a TR/HP fic for some time now and finally I have enough ideas so far to write one *cheers*. Anyway please tell me what you think about it as I'm not too confident at writing serious stories.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter but I do own a laptop with which I can twist it to my hearts content :D
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I apologise for any spelling and/or grammer mistakes.
Updated 6/5/11: DracoHermioneForever kindly made a trailer for this story, if you want to check it out the link is on my profile page. I urge you to watch it as it is really good :)
Harry collapsed into the seat, opposite the chair of the great man the office had once host.
Tears streamed unnoticed down his pale cheeks glinting due to the candles that illuminated the face he hated.
Dumbledore.
It was his fault! He had left Harry with the impossible task of getting the horcruxes of the most powerful Dark Lord who ever existed. It was due to him he had witnessed Hermione drown in that pool on a cold winter night for some stupid sword! It was due to him that watched as Ron fell off his broom into the raging fiendfyre below! It was due to him that he was now alone!
As the anger bubbled through his veins he searched for a way to distract himself. Looking down at his hands Harry noticed for the first time that they were covered in blood. For all he knew it could have been anyone's. He had been so wrapped up in the thought of revenge that he disregarded everything else. He could have protected them all but instead he just wanted to satisfy his own desires.
An object on Dumbledore's cluttered desk gratefully caught Harry's attention. Upon closer inspection it appeared to be a mirror. Gazing into its silvery depths he saw his face but instead of tear stained and battle weary he saw the exact opposite. He wished he could trade places with his reflection. He wished he could feel relief in that his destiny was fulfilled. However he deserved neither. It was his fault Lupin, Tonks, Fred, Snape, Ron and Hermione were dead. As much as he blamed Dumbledore it was nothing to how he blamed himself. If he had destroyed Voldemort sooner they would still be alive. Looking back into the mirror he felt a surge of anger at his mocking, happy self. Before he knew it he had punched the mirror but, instead of destroying the image it contained a silvery substance crept up his arm and slowly engulfed him.
"You will be okay. You deserve to be happy" a whispery voice said in his mind as his world faded to black.
A short time later Molly Weasley's concern for Harry outweighed her thought that he needed some time alone. After asking several ghosts on his whereabouts she set off for Dumbledore's office. Opening the door she looked around the cluttered room. The sparking of the mirror drew her attention and she hurried off to get Minerva.
Harry opened his eyes and waited for his surroundings to come into focus. Pulling himself up off the floor he registered he was in an old corridor. Shivering slightly from the cold he pulled out the Maurauders Map. According to it he was near Dumbledore's office. Puzzling at how he got there he cast a tempus charm hoping he hadn't been out for too long.
10:47am 1/9/1944
"Shit!" He thought.
"Can I help you?" came a voice from behind him.
Turning around Harry took in Albus Dumbledore's past self. His auburn beard was really the only thing that was different about him. This both confused and relieved Harry as at least there was one familiar person - albeit the one he harboured less than nice feelings for - in this time.
"What is your name?" asked Dumbledore.
"Harry Potter Sir" replied Harry deciding that he would rather have him as a friend than enemy no matter how much he resented him.
"How did you get into Hogwarts the train isn't due to arrive until tonight?"
"Well one minute I was in 1998 and the next minute I'm in 1944"
"I see, come to my office I feel this will be a rather long explanation"
Harry followed Dumbledore as he turned and began to walk briskly to his office. "He's taking this pretty calmly" thought Harry "I wonder if this has happened before."
Dumbledore's office now was just the same as his future one except a bit less cluttered and more cramped.
"Would you like a sherbet lemon?" offered Dumbledore.
"No thank you."
"So how did you get here?" asked Dumbledore getting straight to business, in this time he seemed to be more blunt.
"I touched a mirror in your future office Sir."
"Ah it makes sense now. Harry that was the Mirror of Abeo."
"Is it like the Mirror of Erised sir?"
"Yes but it takes you back to the moment the root of your greatest sadness begins and gives you a second chance to change it."
"So then I have a second chance for the future to be okay?"
"Yes and after you have prevented the cause of your sadness you will get sent back to where you came from"
"So basically I need to change the future for the better to go back?"
"Exactly!" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily at how fast Harry was catching on.
"Am I the first person this has happened to?
"Of course not many have used it to attain their goals but only a few have been successful." Harry gulped
"So if I fail I'm trapped here then."
"Unfortunately so but its best not to dwell on that. Dwelling on failure decreases the chances of success after all."
"So what do I do now?"
"Well I'll have to enroll you into Hogwarts and the Sorting Hat will decide what house you will be in. What year were you in?"
"I had finished my sixth year but I spent my seventh doing a task for you."
"You will have to do aptitude tests to make sure you are capable of doing the coursework but until then I shall place your in seventh year under the alias Harrison James Wheeler. Under no circumstances are you to tell people of future events. If you do it could change the timeline for the worst. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir."
"For now our new Head Boy Tom Riddle will be your guide and you will follow his timetable until the result of your tests are received."
"Um sir what do I do about money and possessions?"
"Hogwarts has a system in which it funds those without enough income to get their supplies. You shall also receive pocket money each Hogsmeade weekend. As for getting supplies I will get a house elf to collect them later today. As it is now 11:30am so I suggest you use the time before your peers arrive to concoct a suitable back story." answered Dumbledore before dismissing Harry.
Great not only am I in the past but Tom Bloody Riddle is my guide! This can't get any worse! Thought Harry savagely.
Abeo is latin for change.
Should I continue this?