If you thought that Harry being forced to leave the company of an attractive witch his own age, to sit in the presence of a toad woman, would improve his mood. You would be one of the wrongest people on the face of the planet, as by the time Harry had managed to make his way in from the Quidditch pitch back into the castle and was approaching the DADA classroom, his mood had soured like milk let out in the sun.
When he entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom he found Professor Umbridge already seated at the teacher's desk, wearing the fluffy pink cardigan of the night before and the black velvet bow on top of her head. The scene felt very similar to the one that he had experienced back in his homeworld, but things were different now.
Taking a seat in the third row from the front, Harry was one of the first students in the classroom. He watched as the rest of the class slowly trickled in, nobody seemingly in a hurry to have class with the new unknown professor. Harry waved Neville over to the empty seat next to him and that forced Ron and Hermione to sit behind them, which was old because back in his world, he spent most of his time behind Hermione.
Yawning, Harry lazily scanned the room, Draco had chosen to sit on the other side of the classroom, in the first row in the seat closest to the room. The angry glares that the blond Slytherin was giving Harry were only met with a slick smile. The blond huffed and turned his head back to the front of the room.
"Well, good afternoon!" she said when finally the whole class had sat down. A few people mumbled "Good afternoon," in reply.
"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge. "That won't do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!"
Harry gripped his wand tightly as the words rang in his head, the scene before him the same as his own world and his desire to simply blast the 'professor' away bubbling in his stomach.
Harry ignored the toad's rambling about not needing a wand and "Ministry Approved" course material.
It was only when Hermione spoke up that his brain stopped drifting and he listened again.
"I've got a query about your course aims," said Hermione.
Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows. "And your name is?"
"Hermione Granger," said Hermione.
"Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully," said Professor Umbridge in a voice that screamed a fake politeness, one that clearly wasn't reaching her face as she wore a sneer on it.
"Well, I don't," said Hermione bluntly. "There's nothing written up there about using defensive spells."
"Why would you need to learn anything dangerous like that?" asked Umbridge, her eyes narrowing at Harry "Although with certain individual present, I can understand your fear of being attacked"
Harry raised his hands "I agree Professor Umbridge, Draco Malfoy threatened me on the train"
Umbridge looked like someone had kicked her cat in front of her and Draco glared at Harry while turning an impressive shade of red that put Ron to shame.
"You killed my father" snarled Draco
"I killed a death eater who happened to be your father" dismissed Harry
"Enough, Mr Potter!" she screamed before taking a moment to regain her composure.
"While I do not wish to criticize the way things have been run in this school," she said, clearly lying through her fake smile
"But the children of this school have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed — not to mention," she gave a nasty little laugh, "extremely dangerous half-breeds."
The room dropped almost 30 degrees as the room darkened as Harry's eyes glowed in the darkened room, his green eyes looking like the killing curse now more than ever.
"You shut your mouth, those extremely dangerous half-breeds are worth millions more than you" hissed Harry as his anger exploded out of him.
He stood up and the gravity in the room seemingly increased as he glared at the 'professor', his mere presence sending her to her hands and knees. A single slash of his wand and she exploded into dust.
Harry jerked awake as a hand reached out to touch him and he glanced at Neville who was about to shake him away.
"Class is over mate" said Neville as he stood up.
"I miss anything important?" asked Harry
"Not really, she looked really confused every time she tried to look at you" said Neville as Harry stood up as well.
"I wouldn't worry about that" said Harry as they exited the class "I'll catch up with you in the common room later"
Neville didn't say anything as Harry split up from him and started making his way towards the Astronomy tower, towards the hidden french beauty that was tucked away.
As he climbed the tower, he couldn't help but remember how he had met the french witch back in his homeworld.
Harry smiled as he felt the cold water of the Gardanne Beach in southern France crash into his legs as the small waves kept coming one after another.
"Sirius, do you plan on getting in the water?" asked Harry as he looked at his rapidly healing God-Father.
"No Harry, the dog came here to search for prey not to take a glorified bath." Replied Sirius.
His words were kind of empty with this being sort of a hidden gem of a beach. There were a couple of families here and there, but nothing like the normal crowded beaches. Instead of the thousands of people that one would find on a normal beach. This beach, the Gardanne Beach, was filled with about 15 people total. It wasn't that large of a beach either.
Harry decided that there were better things to do than try and convince his God-Father to take a dip in the ocean, he would have all summer to do that. Instead, harry ventured onwards by himself, leaving Sirius to scout for babes on the beach by himself. Harry dove into the water and just swam, enjoying the icy feeling of the water on his body. He swam around aimlessly underwater, only rising to the surface when his air supply in his lungs grew too small to continue. Or at least that is what he had been doing, as he ended that trend when he crashed head first into something.
He rose up to the surprise of the ocean breaking through the top of the water with his eyes closed. Whatever he had swam head first into was not any type of rock, that was clear by the lack of damage to his head. No, this had to have been some kind of floating device or a human, it had been quite solid though. Upon opening his eyes, Harry found that he was right about the human thing. Well, human was a bit incorrect, this was a Woman, in every sense of the world.
"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you" apologized Harry
"It was no problem, it happens to the best of us" replied the young woman, the slight French accent that she had making her seem all the more exotic to Harry.
"So, what brings you out here? You clearly aren't French with that pale skin. The accent says that you are from England" analyzed the lady
"Yeah, I am on vacation with my God-Father. He was away for a while, so he is just trying to make up time with me. What better way to do that than by taking you God-Son on a nice bonding trip." Said Harry as he pointed over to Sirius.
Harry looked back at the young lady, who appeared to be about 18-20. She had a nice figure, a busty bosom and when he had crashed into her ass, it had felt thick and firm. Her skin was a golden honey color, clearly sun kissed from her time in France.
"You know, if you continue to check me out like that, I might start to think that you crashed into my ass, just to get a chance to meet me" said the girl in response to his staring.
Harry blushed and said, "Maybe I did, you seem to be quite fit, if I do say so myself."
"Ah, the English have no quality words for flirting. Saying that a girl is fit is not as flattering as you might think." Said the woman as she rolled her eye.
Harry's eyes were now locked to her eyes, well as locked on as one could be while trying to maintain level in the slightly deep water. Harry looked into the eyes, that seemed to draw him in, their color seeming so familiar to him, but he couldn't place a solid name on where he remembered them from.
"So, the French do it better huh?" asked Harry
"Of course, there is nothing that the French cannot do better than the English, unless you count frying food" the lady said while wrinkling her nose
"Hmm, I wonder what else the French do better, other than talking bad about the English" said Harry a smile gracing his face.
"You will not be finding out anything of the sort from me, I am a proper woman and will never engage in such public displays of affection"
"Oh, so we have to go somewhere private for you to shower me in your never ending affection?" teased Harry
"You wish. You English have no good tales with my people." Retorted the lady, her blonde hair floating behind her in the water
"I am not an Englishman you know, I am a little different from from my fellow countrymen"
"Oh, and what makes you special?"
"I would much rather spend the rest of my life right here. Away from any issues, away from any people who aren't friends, away from anything that will cause me unneeded attention" said Harry as he looked at the beautiful beach
"Well, that is quite different from a lot of the Englishmen that I have met. You do seem different and not just because you haven't offered yourself to me yet"
"Listen lady, you are pretty beautiful and all. But this, while being pretty private, is still a public beach. I would rather not get thrown in jail for doing something that will not be looked well upon to the public back home."
"You are different, your eyes look familiar, like I have seen them before."
"Really, I was going same the same, it's like I've just seen your eyes before." Replied Harry
"What did you say that your name was again?"
Harry groaned and said "I've forgotten my manners, I haven't even offered my name or asked for your own. My friend would never let me live this down. I always preach manners and yet I have seemingly forgotten my own"
"How very English of you" teased the blonde beauty
"My name is Harry, Harry Potter. And your name is?" asked Harry
"Fleur, Fleur Delacour. It is very nice to meet you Harry" said Fleur
The events of his world were pushed from his mind as he arrived at the door and tapped the door with his wand, causing it to creak as it opened for him.
Harry pushed through the sudden blast of allure that hit him and walked in before closing the door. He looked around, the large apartment like living quarters, the walls were mostly covered in chalk boards filled with magical equations for spells that Harry had never seen before.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" asked Fleur as she emerged from her bathroom, dressed casually in plain robes while she dried her hair with an extra towel wrapped around her silvery blonde locks.
Harry turned to see Fleur and a smile graced his face, "I can't come to visit my favorite blonde?"
His teasing words didn't seem to effect Fleur as she rolled her eyes and removed the towel and started brushing her hair out, taking a seat at her lone single seating couch.
"Fine, I came to visit you because I missed you" admitted Harry as he conjured a chair for himself to sit in across from the french witch.
Fleur let a soft smile grace her face, her eyes shining with something extra, something that Harry couldn't put his finger on.
"Your fancy words will get you places Harry" mused Fleur as she finished brushing her hair
"You think I would arrange for you to live at Hogwarts if I didn't like you?" asked Harry
"I don't know what to think" replied Fleur
Harry snorted and flicked his wand, summoning Fleur from her chair into his chair, which was barely expanded to accommodate Fleur. They now sat together in the snug seating, their bodies connected from hip to thigh.
Harry took in Fleur's face, she looked a bit flush at the closeness between the two of them.
"I like you, I like you a lot. I didn't just bring you here because I wanted you close to me, I wanted to keep you from the danger out there. The death eaters aren't known for their manners when it comes to visitors to our country" said Harry
"I am more than capable of taking care of myself" said Fleur with a huff, his words not having the result that he wished for.
Harry leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the pouting french witch, her lips frozen only for a second as he kissed her, before she returned the kiss with a similar gentle pressure.
As the two of them broke apart, Harry leaned back slightly and said "So, any issue with my words now"
Fleur didn't say anything but rather pulled Harry into another kiss, this one much more forceful than the last one.
It lasted half a minute but when Fleur drew back, she had narrowed eyes as she looked at Harry.
"You're different" she muttered "but I can't put my finger on it"
"I'm taller" claimed Harry with a cheeky grin as he was slightly taller than the french witch, while his counterpart from this world had been shorter.
"Maybe, I would say that you're older too." mused Fleur
"Time turners can do that to you" replied Harry
"You used a time turner?" asked Fleur
"Yeah, most of my third and fourth year" answered Harry "Most of this summer too"
"Huh, so is that how you became so powerful?" teased Fleur
"Yeah, that and I can't allow innocent people to get hurt in this war. It's my job to end it, I've already failed once, I can't fail again" said Harry
Fleur took his hand into hers and said "You wouldn't fail this time, you have people who will be standing by your side this time that wouldn't let it happen"
Harry smirked and moved in to kiss Fleur again, she licked her lips as he moved in closer, but at the last minute, she put her finger on his lips.
"How old are you?" she asked in a hushed tone
"Couple months past 16" he answered
"My birthday is in November, you are less than two years old … good" Fleur said before she ended the conversation by pressing her lips to his.
Harry didn't like to be silenced, but he would admit that this was the best way that it had been done in his life so far.
Fleur pushed Harry down onto his back, his magic pulsed and the couch that they were on expanded into a full sized couch as Harry allowed Fleur to lead the way during the kiss. Her tongue was smooth and slippery as it explored his mouth, his own tongue only reacting to her actions, never fighting her.
Minutes past and eventually Fleur pulled back, not because she was out of breath but rather to lay her head on Harry's chest, listening to the drumming of his heart,
"So, how many girls have you snogged like that?" asked Fleur as her head rose and fell with Harry's chest.
"If you want the most honest answer, none. That was the best snog I've ever had. If you want to know how many girls that I've kissed, the answer is seven. You being the lucky number seven" answered Harry
Fleur sat up a bit and looked Harry in the eye before saying "Good answer, now get out mister. I have complex spell equations to solve and if you're here, I'm not gonna be able to focus on my work"
Harry pouted but flared his magic, lifting both of them off of his magically created couch and onto their feet before he flicked his wand and the couch disappeared, his and Fleur's lips were healed from the bruising and his uniform was back to normal.
"Quite handy with the wand aren't we" said Fleur as she felt the healing of her lips and saw Harry's restoration of his lips and uniform.
"Oh yeah, I tend to solve almost all my issues with my wand. And sometimes I use the magic wooden one too" said Harry in a cheeky manner before he winked at the blushing Fleur and made his way to the door and threw"Catch ya later gorgeous" on his way out.
Feeling the magical barrier spring up behind him, Harry decided to go have a chat with Dumbledore. Making his way towards the headmaster's office, Harry was trying to think of methods that he could use to defeat Voldemort, it was different from his world because he had been preparing for Voldemort, his Voldemort.
The gargoyle leapt out of the way when he arrived and he climbed the spiral staircase up to the office. The door swung open and Dumbledore was staring out of the magic window on the back wall of the office.
"Come on in Harry" said Dumbledore.
Harry entered the office and walked up next to Dumbledore, looking out of the window as well.
"Harry, I wanted to know if you would be willing to show me the memory of your first year encounter with Tom."
"Uh sure" muttered Harry as he pulled out his wand and put it to his temple, pulling out the memory out of his head, the silvery strand hanging from his wand tip before he dropped it in the pensieve.
"Mussst …. Unworthy …. Ssssstudentssss"Harry turned around and saw a pair of large yellow eyes before pure darkness, for a split second before he reopened his eyes from blinking."What is this? You should be dead or at the very least petrified" said a cold voice off to the sideHarry turned to see his weird DADA
"Should I? the stare doesn't work on a Parselmouth like myself" said Harry, drawing his wand"Hmm, a Parselmouth you say? What is your name?" asked the older male"My name? Are you sure that you go here? Everyone in the castle knows who Harry Potter stated Harry is" A look of anger flashed onto the face of older male. "Harry Potter, Yes, I do know you. You're a bit of a runt for someone, so … legendary."
'Something is off about this guy' thought Harry as he started analyzing the man before him, his magic surging out to feel out the newcomer."First, you should know who I am, I've been in your class all year and you take attendance. Second,you aren't real, you feel like an empty shell ." Said Harry upon feeling a lack of magic in the figure before him"I am as real as you are Harry, just a different type of real.""Oh, is that so? So, what does that make you? Real fake?" taunted Harry"No, it makes me, so much more. I am a more than just a professor here, I am also the greatest dark lord to ever walk this planet" said DADA Professor as he started to unravel his turban and reveal the face sticking out the back of his head.
"Yes, the man who goes by Voldemort" said Harry"You are well informed Potter. It is nice to see that Dumbledore keeps his pet educated""Dumbledore? Why would he have any say in my life? He is just the headmaster""You are a fool that I do not care to see ever again." Said Voldemort"Good, I grow tired of having to talk to you" said Harry as he lunged forward and hit the professor's armNeither of them expected for Harry's touched to make the man's arm boil up and pop like a bubble. Harry was sent skidding back as he managed to get a glimpse of the place of where Quirrell's arm had been. He turned to the large snake that had not attacker either of the speakers."Go back to your place of hiding" commanded Harry in Parselmouth as he commanded the snakeThe last thing Harry saw before the world turned dark was a pair of large yellow eyes leaving him.The duo saw the memory dissolve around them as it finished and they found themselves back in the real world.
"Hmm, most interesting that you've fast a similar series of events as our world but on an accelerated pace. Multiple events happening at the same time, it could be why my counterpart was forced to take you under his wing" theorized Dumbledore.
"I think it was something along the lines of that as well. There is a part two of that memory that is the reason that my world's version of Dumbledore decided that I couldn't just be left to fight as an average student and instead took me under his wing" replied Harry.
"Interesting, could I see that as well?" asked Dumbledore, a glimpse of excitement in his eyes.
"Of course" said Harry as he pulled this memory out as well.
"My god, you are one stupid boy. Why not go to Dumbledore with this?" questioned the Sorting Hat from on top of Harry's head.
"Because I need to do this by myself. You can't rely on anyone else in life, especially those who have too many responsibilities to begin with" Thought Harry to the Sorting Hat
"So, why am I here then" asked the Hat
"Because I need the sword that you hold within you" answered Harry
"I could have just given it to you in the headmaster's office, why do you drag me down here?" asked the Hat
"Because I needed a method of escape, I have been told that two folds in half turn you into a portkey to the headmaster's office. I could use that type of escape plan" explained Harry
"Whatever, I still hate you" complained the Hat
Harry didn't respond as he looked that the sink before him and hissed "Open" and was greatly pleased when the sink dropped into the floor and the rest of the sinks ground. A giant hole that lead to a slide appeared and Harry smiled.
"Into the rabbit hole we go Hat" Thought Harry
"I HATE YOU" screamed the sorting hat as Harry jumped into the hole beginning the slide down into the Chamber of Secrets.
The first that Harry saw upon entering the chamber was a statue high as the Chamber itself loomed into view, standing against the back wall.
Harry had to crane his neck to look up into the giant face above: It was ancient and monkey-ish, with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of the wizard's sweeping stone robes, where two enormous gray feet stood on the smooth Chamber floor
"Ah, so the hero comes to save the day" were the words that greeted Harry as he along with the sorting hat that he was wearing, as he ventured further into the chamber of secrets.
"huh?" came the ultra-intelligent answer from Harry, while the Hat wished it had hands to slap Harry.
'That is You-Know-Who boy, he's the one that put you in the coma remember' said the Sorting Hat in Harry's head.
"That voldy guy, I know him. Isn't his name like Tom riddle or something?" asked Harry, not to the voice but to the hat.
'You don't remember him? I can clearly see him in your memories' stated the Hat 'And yeah, that's his name all right'
'Not all that good with faces or names' replied Harry honestly
The tall, bald pale man was leaning against the nearest pillar, watching. He was strangely blurred around the edges, as though Harry were looking at him through a misted window.
He pointed his mist covered finger at Harry and said "I don't know how you do it. First, you manage to survive the Basilisk attack by being a Parselmouth yourself. This is after you managed to do the impossible as a mere baby"
Harry made a face at the ranting teens words and replied with "I didn't want to do any of that stuff, you came after me, remember. I didn't even know that you were attacking people until you got me accused of it."
"YOU LIE!" roared the misty man, his face twisting into an angry snarl "YOU ARE JUST LIKE DUMBLEDORE! ALWAYS LYING TO MAKE YOURSELF THE MORE FAVORABLE FIGURE."
Harry tried to imagine growing a beard the size of Dumbledore's but realized the attention that it drew would never be worth it.
"I am nothing like Dumbledore, I care not from multi-colored robes, weirdly shaped glasses, or a beard that probably itches like crazy" retorted Harry
The Hat stared at him. Lord Voldemort had been the bright and gifted Tom Riddle who had been at Hogwarts fifty years ago, yet here he stood, a weird, misty light shining about him, as monstrous as he had been right before he died.
"Are you a ghost?" asked the Sorting Hat, the ancient object speaking out loud for the first time.
"A ghost? NO!" hissed Riddle quietly. "I am something much more than a mere ghost, I am an immortal who preserved himself purely through magic."
"Preserved through magic, what does that mean?" muttered Harry as he began to look around for anything out of the norm. It was only then that he spotted the body of Professor Quirrell.
"Oh, did you have company over before we came?" asked Harry pointing at the man on the ground
"Are you here to save him? Is he the man you've come to be a hero for?" asked Voldemort
"Rescue? I am here for revenge. Do you have any idea of what you did to me?" questioned Harry
"Oh, so you did more than just destroy Quirrell's arm, you managed to absorb a sliver of knowledge that led you to this location from our encounter in the hallway" Commented Tom, looking excited.
"So, you felt that as well? For the briefest of moments, our minds were like two sides to the same piece of paper" said Harry
'Keep him talking, I am going to look through any his memories that I can try to find in your head and see if I can find a weakness' said the Sorting Hat inside of Harry's mind
Harry agreed mentally as he looked at Tom, who was looking more and more solid by the minute.
"So, what is your end game here, Tom?" asked Harry
Tom Riddle didn't respond at first, just watching Harry while twirling a wand who probably belonged to the man on the ground, between his long fingers.
"I've waited a long time for this, Harry Potter," said Riddle. "For the chance to see you. To speak to you."
"Oh really?" asked Harry "Now, why would you want that?"
"Well, what can I say? I heard a lot about you from my travels on the back of that man's head. The legend of the Boy Who Lived." Explained Tom as he waved his hands about
"How did he get like this?" Harry asked looking at the extremely pale man unconscious on the ground.
"Well, that's an interesting question," said Riddle pleasantly. "And quite a long story"
"We have more than enough time" said Harry.
"What do you know about souls?" asked Riddle.
"Imma be honest, not much" admitte Harry
Tom smirked as he body stopped being misty around the edges "The soul is a very important thing Harry. I can call you Harry right? *Harry shrugged and nodded*. Even if I ripped your head off with a spell, your soul would still be intact. The soul is the essence of who you are, but when it's altered in any way, you will find that things tend to get … chaotic"
"So you what? Mixed your soul with Quirrell's?" asked Harry
"You are quite the clever little one aren't you" Tom said cheekily "Before I died, I split my soul to make sure that I could continue living even after death. A piece of my soul latched onto Quirrell"
Riddle laughed, a high, cold laugh that didn't suit him. It made the hairs stand up on the back of Harry's neck.
"So, you lived on the back of his head?" asked Harry
"There is more to it than that, but I don't want to explain it at this moment." said Riddle. "But I must say that I am quite glad to meet you"
"And why did you want to meet me?" questioned Harry for like the 5th time.
"Well, you see, Quirrell told me all about you, Harry," said Riddle. "Your whole fascinating history."
His eyes roved over the lightning scar on Harry's forehead, and their expression grew hungrier. "I knew I must find out more about you, talk to you, meet you if I could."
"Oh, I get it, you're the man in the van with candy" stated Harry with a look of understanding on his face
"Man … in the van … Candy" mumbled Tom as he struggled to put it together until his face twisted into one of pure anger. "You will regret that comment Potter"
"Careful Riddle, your muggle side is showing" taunted Harry as he wand slid into his hand, his eyes never leaving the form of Tom.
Harry continued on with his taunting, trying to unbalance Tom emotionally, "I bet Dumbledore saw right through you, Tom. Your cold exterior didn't create a warm layer of trust, did it?"
"Well, he certainly didn't believe me to be the perfect student that I protended to be" said Riddle carelessly.
"Well, clearly you're full of shit" said Harry cockily. "You look like a lizard man, you're a bald blue red eyed freak. I wouldn't trust you either"
Riddle crackled as if Harry hadn't just made fun of his appearance, the slander coming from Harry amusing the dark lord.
"You run your mouth like you stand a chance" said Riddle, "that is a trait that I willmake you regret."
"I am beginning to think that you have a serious issue Tom" replied Harry as his head started to pound "Why are you so interested in me?"
"Well," said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, "how is it that you — a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent — managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar while, me, the great Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?"
There was an odd red gleam in his hungry eyes now, the casual Tom was being replaced by the Dark Lord Voldemort, Harry was running out of time.
"You talk about being the greatest wizard in the world, when you aren't even the greatest wizard in this room" spat Harry
Riddle's face twisted into a very ugly face before he gave a parody of a smile.
"Dumbledore has refused to come to meet me himself, instead he sends his one of his little students" Tom hissed.
"Nobody is talking about the old man Tom, I was talking about myself. You seemed to have forgotten that it wasn't Dumbledore that defeated you on that Halloween day all those years ago. It was me. You murdered my parents and made your move on me before you fell." Said Harry, the drumming inside of his head getting worse by the second.
Riddle opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned around and walked away from Harry.
"Now, Harry, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's match the powers of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, against famous Harry Potter, who thought that coming to face the mightiest man in the world with only a Hat." Whispered Tom, but the voice echoed all over the large room and was heard by all.
"Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four." Hissed Tom at the large statue of the Slytherin.
Suddenly, Slytherin's gigantic stone face was moving. Horrorstruck, Harry saw his mouth opening, wider and wider, to make a huge black hole. To make matters worse, something was stirring inside the statue's mouth. Something was slithering up from its depths.
Harry stood assured of himself and his ability to not be killed by the giant snake. The eyes wouldn't work on him, his body's natural magic protected him from the gaze. No, he knew what he was about to do, but he needed to have the proper timing for his plan to work.
Something huge hit the stone floor of the Chamber. Harry felt it shudder, he knew what was happening, he could sense it, could almost see the giant serpent uncoiling itself from Slytherin's mouth. Then he heard Riddle's hissing voice: "Kill him."
Looking at the giant Basilisk, Harry felt oddly calm despite facing a 70 foot snake.
"Tom, you don't learn? The stare of this snake has no effect on me" said Harry looking the 70 foot monster in the eye to prove the point
"Oh, I know. Apparently, the tiny drops of Slytherin family blood in your body have granted you the tongue of snakes and protection from the King of Snake's stare. However, you are still 5 feet tall Potter, the snake will have no issue swallowing you whole." Said Tom before he gave a hand gesture.
That hand gesture must have meant something to the Basilisk because it raced at Harry in a blurry mess and slammed face first into the spot where Harry had been. Harry had been smart enough to run out of the way and being a snake didn't give the Basilisk any type of great abilities in terms of changing directions at the last minute.
'I want you to know that the key to defeating Tom is 1 of 2 ways, both of which suck. The first is to let him absorb Quirrell's life essence completely and then kill him when he is at full power.' Said the Hat
'Not going to lie, that sounds a bit too difficult to try at this time. Give more 2 more years and I will fight any version of Tom Riddle/ Old Voldy that pops up. So, what is the other option?' thought Harry to the Hat, as Harry continued to run away from the snake.
'Quirrell is still alive and is the source of Tom's power from what I can tell. Based on what I gathered from his memories deep inside of your head is that if he doesn't become a real person again, kill the man before he becomes solid and he will fail to return from the dead.'
'Okay and how do I do that?'
'How good are you with a sword?'
'With a what?' asked Harry
"Is this your plan Potter? To get as much cardio as you can before you die? I commend your dedication to maintaining that slim figure of yours, but you do know that you're already skin and bones, right? Let the Basilisk catch you and you will just be bones" called out Tom
Harry changed directions and ran towards Tom, surprising the slowly solidifying man. Tom was even more shocked when Harry pulled the Sorting Hat off his head and placed it on his left hand. The hat slid down Harry's forearm and Tom looked at small 12 year old that ran right through his still unsolid body, temporarily causing his body to explode in a burst of smoke.
"The hat will buy you maybe 2 or 3 seconds in the stomach of the Basilisk Harry." Said Tom
"Tom, this Hat is more than just an old hat that sings. It belonged to one of the Founders, who put something special into it." Replied Harry as he started to remove the Hat from his left hand. What was underneath the Hat dumbfounded Tom to now end. It was a sword. A gleaming silver sword had appeared inside the hat, its handle glittering with rubies the size of eggs.
"That is the sword of Gryffindor" said Tom in awe as Harry held the Sword in his left hand, the Sorting Hat replaced firmly on his head.
"This sword can cut through anything. Even a Basilisk" said Harry as he turned to face the large snake. With his wand in his right hand and the sword in his left hand with the Sorting Hat on his head, Harry truly looked like the champion of Hogwarts.
The large snake opened it's mouth and Harry flicked his wand causing two small bones to fly towards the mouth of the snake. Upon entering the mouth of the snake, the bones started to expand. The bones turned into massive twin logs, easily taller than Harry.
The Basilisk shook its head trying to find a way to force it's mouth to close. Harry started to walk towards the snake as he transfigured another bone into a massive weight and dropped it on the neck of the massive snake. The snake's head dropped to the ground as the rest of the body thrashed about behind the trapped head. Harry looked at Tom as he approached the snake, Red eyes meeting Red eyes as Harry walked into the snake's mouth.
With massive effort, Harry forced the sword through the top of the Basilisk's mouth and through the brain of the mighty snake. The body stopped moving as the brain was put to rest by the piercing of the sword.
Harry pulled the sword out and walked out of the snake's mouth.
"No offense Tom, I know that you really liked the whole snake thing. It totally works for you but after the eyes were proven to not be able to kill me, you might have picked something that didn't need to inject me with venom to kill me. I mean was I supposed to let the snake bite me?"
Tom growled at Harry's words, but Harry ignored him as he flicked his wand again and Quirrell's body floated towards him.
"What are you doing with that?" asked Tom, unable to do anything about it in his condition.
Harry ignored him as he placed the body on the massive teeth of the Basilisk before walking away from the mouth of the snake.
"Sorry Tom, this school only allows current students and professors to live here. You don't belong here" said Harry before he vanished the logs in the snake's mouth and the Basilisk's mouth snapped shut. Quirrell was pierced by the teeth, there was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Riddle was writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing and then, he had gone. It was like he was never there.
Harry fell backwards onto his butt and the red gleam of his eyes
'You did it Harry, you saved the school' said the Sorting Hat
'Yeah, that's great and all, but how do we get out of here?'asked Harry
'You already said it earlier, two folds and you get sent back to the headmaster's office' said the Sorting Hat
'Oh yeah, I'm tired' replied Harry
"That's quite the adventure" said Dumbledore "I see why my counterpart would be interested in mentoring you after seeing something like that. Tom had managed to use Quirrell's body and soul as a power source and had managed to almost come back until you … disposed of Quirrell."
"I did what I had to do and I would do it again" said Harry with an edge
"I am in no position to tell you how to do things, my methods have had … less than desired results" admitted Dumbledore
"So, what is our plan? As fun as it would be to simply challenge Ole Voldy, I doubt he is dumb enough to just rush in and face me one on one. He has to know that something I different with me now" said Harry
"The plan is an evolving one, as you have stated, we need to allow Umbridge to drive the students to the dueling club that you plan to start illegally. Professor Snape is gathering data that we need to begin our counter attack." answered Dumbledore
"Fair enough, the year is young" tsk'd Harry "I must admit, it is much funnier this time around"
"Oh, has a lady caught your eye?" asked Dumbledore, a twinkle in his eyes
"You'll have to be more specific, there are too many to name" said Harry before he stood up and stretched "I gotta go take a nap, you know off'ing dark lords is tiring work"
Chapter 6
Harry felt a hand on his exposed shoulder, shaking his body. His eyes flicked open and he glared at the owner of the hand.
"Do you have any idea how early it is" hissed Harry
"Yeah, it's 3 pm on a Saturday, you said we could have a bit of a sparring duel" answered Hermione
"3 in the afternoon, and you actually woke me up?" asked Harry "Why don't you just say that you hate me"
Hermione had a bewildered look on her face as Harry rolled over, pulling the covers over his head as he tried to rejoin the land of sleeping.
Hermione jabbed her wand at Harry, trying to banish his blanket, only for the spell to slam into a solid wall of wind that caused the spell to fizzle out.
"You're annoying me" groaned Harry as he continued to lay in bed with his eyes closed and his blanket over his head.
Hermione huffed and sent an overpowered banishing charm at Harry and his blanket once again.
The same wall of wind sprung up but this time, Hermione's spell ripped right through it and connected with Harry's blanket.
But instead of the blanket disappearing, nothing happened. Hermione frowned, sure that her spell was cast correctly. It was only when a breeze made her shiver that she realized what was going on.
"My clothes" she gasped as she tried to cover her body with her hands, failing at doing so.
"Yeah, my spell was stronger than the one that you cast" said Harry as he poked his head out from under his blanket. His eyes washed over her body, her flat stomach, her sizable bosom, her perky butt.
"Good for you, Hermione. That's one way to get me up on the morning" joked Harry before he flared his magic and his blanket rose off his body and he slipped out of his bed before he flicked his wand and Hermione was suddenly transparent.
"Your closes are in your room, on your bed. Go get them and then find me on the seventh floor at 8 pm" said Harry as he dismissed the nude girl from his room before making his way down to the showers, ignoring the looks he received, not caring that he was naked.
It was only after he showered, dressed, and was making his way to the Great Hall for a late lunch that he was confronted about it. The person who decided to confront him, just so happened to be his least favorite person.
"This is school, Mr. Potter, not a brothel," Umbridge hissed angrily
"So I'm not supposed to be comfortable" asked Harry sarcastically
"There is a line between comfortable and inappropriate, Mr. Potter." said Umbridge, "You can't just walk around naked"
"Oh yeah?" said Harry "Who said that you get to make the rules on what I can or can't do?"
"This is a school, nobody is allowed to be naked here. Did I miss something?" inquired Professor Umbridge in a horribly fake sweet voice.
Harry threw his head back dramatically, palming his wand and then asked "Then why are you naked?"
The surrounding nearby students all had various reactions; Ron gasped; Lavender Brown uttered a little scream; Neville fainted and a Slytherin first year threw up.
Professor Umbridge, however, did not flinch. She was staring at Harry with a furious expression on her face. "Detention with me Potter! Tonight at 8 PM"
Harry just rolled his eyes and continued on to the Great Hall, Lunch was the fourth most important meal of the day, he had already missed the first three.
The news about his verbal match with Umbridge seemed to have traveled exceptionally fast even by Hogwarts standards. He heard whispers all around him as he plopped down at the Gryffindor table and started eating.
"My friend says he saw Umbridge yelling at him. . . ."
"They said Potter banished her clothes. . . ."
"Come off it, Potter is too thin for it to be that big. . . ."
"Who do you think he's dating?"
"Please don't bring up that ugly bitch, I'm eating"
Hermione came down into the Great Hall and put her hands her hips, her stance clearly one of a woman who was pissed off.
"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed
"You sound like Umbridge" commented Harry "Although you both have something in common, you both lost your clothes"
"You … AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGH" screamed Hermione in frustration "What is wrong with you?'
"Nothing, I've already done all of this, I'm just having some fun" said Harry as he continued to pick at his food.
"It's the first week of school and you already managed to get detention" said Hermione
"Yeah, everything is going according to plan" stated Harry, his words taking the wind out of Hermione's sail.
"According to what plan?" she asked as she dropped down next to him, her glare being traded in for a look of confusion
"Dumbledore and I have a plan" said Harry before sipping on some water "I'm just following it as closely as I can"
"Dumbledore told you to walk through the school naked?" asked Hermione "I find that hard to believe"
"Dumbledore told me to get in trouble, get detention with the toad" corrected Harry "Which I did, I have detention with her at 8pm tonight"
Hermione pouted and said "I thought you were going to have a practice duel with me at 8 pm tonight"
"I mean we can move it to 7:55 PM if you want, as long as it's close to Umbridge's classroom" said Harry
"You're so full of yourself" muttered Hermione
"Fine, tomorrow at 8 PM, I will not only duel you, but I will also teach you something new and cool. Would that make you happy, you brat" said Harry much to the delight of Hermione
After the filling lunch, Harry took a nap before making his way to Umbridge's classroom, making sure that he was completely clothed this time around. When he knocked on the door she said, "Come in," in a sugary voice. He entered cautiously, looking around.
He had been in this office a couple of times in his own world, Remus had posters of various creatures that listed their strengths and weaknesses. The fake Mad Eye Moody had a bare wall office but had several threat detecting devices on his desk. When the fraud that was Gilderoy Lockhart had lived here it had been plastered in beaming portraits of its owner, well that and a bunch of teen pregnancy tests as the man had been more than willing to help any female student who came to his office after hours.
Now, however, it looked totally unrecognizable. The surfaces had all been draped in lacy covers and cloths. There were several vases full of dried flowers, each residing on its own doily, and on one of the walls was a collection of ornamental plates, each decorated with a large technicolor kitten wearing a different bow around its neck. These were so foul that Harry stared at them, transfixed, until Professor Umbridge spoke again. "Good evening, Mr. Potter."
"Good evening you miserable prude" replied Harry, making sure to be as disrespectful as possible.
"Sit down you arrogant brat," she snarled, pointing toward a small table draped in lace beside which she had drawn up a straight-backed chair. A piece of blank parchment lay on the table, apparently waiting for him.
Harry remembered this, this stupid fucking bitch. Did she think that he would simply let her have him right in his own blood.
"You know that I've heard that you are on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. And I was suppose that you would want to be there for the new Keeper tryouts at five o'clock on Friday" started Umbridge " I can't help but wonder whether the lesson will have sunken in by then"
The way that she said 'sunken in by then' didn't lead Harry to believe that she would be living past a couple of these sessions.
"Actually, I quit the team" said Harry "Don't know if you know this, but there is this guy, his name is Lord Voldemort, and he's trying to take over the world. I'm supposed to defeat him"
"Don't you say that name" hissed Umbridge
"Ah yes, a prejudiced reject death eater such as yourself wouldn't like for your dream boss to be mentioned" sassed Harry
"Oh no," said Umbridge, smiling so widely that she looked as though she had just swallowed a particularly juicy fly. "Oh no, no, no. The Dark Lord will not be defeated by the likes of you, you can't even behave enough to avoid detention, what are you going to do against the most powerful wizard in the world?"
"But I'm sitting right here" said Harry
Umbridge frowned as if she didn't understand what Harry was getting at but she didn't comment on it.
Now, you are going to be doing some lines for me, Mr. Potter. No, not with your quill," she said, as Harry held his own quill. "You're going to be using a rather special one of mine. Here you are."
She handed him a long, thin black quill with an unusually sharp point. "I want you to write 'I must not tell lies,' " she told him softly.
"How many times?" Harry asked, with a creditable imitation of politeness, politeness that failed to each his eyes that were glowing with anger.
"Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in," said Umbridge sweetly. "Off you go."
"Yeah no" said Harry as he stood up and held the blood quill in his hands, turning it over as if he was examining it to figure out what it was.
"You to me, Mr. Potter" said Umbridge in her fake sweet voice "I am the professor here and you are the student"
"I wouldn't hold onto that Professor title too hard" commented Harry "This blood quill isn't gonna help you keep it"
It was as if Harry has slapped the toad faced witch when he said those words as she froze with a fearful face.
"You don't know what you're talking about boy" she insisted "You don't know what you're talking about"
Harry closed his eyes as he felt the bubbling anger in his stomach, heard the roaring wind in his ear as he remembered how this had went back in his world.
"You haven't given me any ink," he said. "
Oh, you won't need ink," said Professor Umbridge with the merest suggestion of a laugh in her voice.
Harry placed the point of the quill on the paper and wrote: I must not tell lies. He let out a gasp of pain. The words had appeared on the parchment in what appeared to be shining red ink. At the same time, the words had appeared on the back of Harry's right hand, cut into his skin as though traced there by a scalpel — yet even as he stared at the shining cut, the skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth. Harry looked around at Umbridge. She was watching him, her wide, toad-like mouth stretched in a smile.
Harry opened his eyes and they were a blood red, a left shade of the horcrux from Voldemort that had lived in his head for years.
"No, not again" he hissed as his magic coiled tightly in the pit of his stomach, his control slipping by the second.
"What are you going on about" demanded Umbridge, fear heard in her voice at Harry's red eyes
Harry didn't say anything as a small breeze blew through the office causing Umbridge to look around, trying to figure out where the breeze could come from in the windowless office.
Harry took a step forward and the stone floor crashed under the pressure of the magic that he was releasing.
"Now Mr. Potter, I'm sure that we can work something out" pleaded Umbridge as the room began to shake.
Harry's red eyes bore into her as he continued to stare her down before he raised his wand and a spell left his wand, causing Umbridge to fall asleep.
Dumbledore opened the door to the room and looked at the cracks that covered the walls, floors, and ceilings.
"Quite the display of power Harry" commented Dumbledore on the state of the room.
Harry blinked and his eyes went from Voldemort back to Lily Potter as he turned to look at the old headmaster.
"Did you send that Owl?" asked Harry
"Yes, the Aurors are on their way" said Dumbledore as he pulled the Elder Wand out and started repairing the room back to it's previous non-destroyed state.
"So now what happens Mr. Potter?" asked Dumbledore as the two of them waited for the authorities to arrive.
"Back in my world, you took over classes for the rest of the term" answered Harry "You were the best professor until the 2nd to last week of the term, Snape allowed Voldemort and his followers into the castle. You went out to meet them, but we had just finished training for the day, you used a spell to freeze me in your office, I couldn't move."
Harry looked around at the instruments on Dumbledore's desk that started to shake and vibrate, both of them glowing a bright angry red.
Dumbledore, who was still winded *no pun intended*, from his bout with Harry looked at them with a seriousness that Harry had never seen on his face.
"Everything alright professor?" asked Harry to his mentor
Dumbledore shook his head, his beard swaying from the motion "No, someone has broken down the wards around the castle, people are entering the grounds. The magic, it feels like his."
Harry didn't need to ask who Dumbledore meant by 'his', at this point, he already knew that it meant Tom.
Harry stood up from this chair "Okay, we haven't been training this long for us to simply hide out in your office, let's get out there and show them how wrong that they are to invade our home"
Dumbledore smiled tiredly at Harry's words "Too true my boy, we shall not hide out here. But you are"
Harry looked at his mentor as a spell left the Elder Wand and with the closeness between the two, Harry didn't have time to do anything as the spell connected and he was sent flying into the wall. The impact didn't hurt, but Harry found that he couldn't move.
"Professor?" asked Harry
"Call this an act of selfishness, Harry. But I don't want you to fight in this battle, however I also know that you are too stubborn to listen to me and not fight, that's why you are stuck to the wall" explained Dumbledore as he tapped the crystal ball on his desk "You can watch the battle from here"
Harry didn't get another word out as Dumbledore popped away and Harry looked at the crystal ball that showed the marching forces of the Death Eaters and Voldemort.
Dumbledore appeared in front of them, standing between them and the castle, wand already drawn.
"Hello Tom" greeted Dumbledore to his former student "You are looking quite terrible. I hear muggles have this thing called lotion that can really help your skin"
Voldemort let a sick smile grace his face as he saw his former teacher before him, ignoring his words "Dumbledore, just the man I was coming to see. Where oh where is junior?"
Voldemort's red eyes scanned the area as if Harry was gonna pop out from behind a tree.
"I'm afraid that Mr. Potter is busy, you will have to make due with just me Tom" said Dumbledore
Voldemort rolled his eyes at hearing his real name spoken by the ancient headmaster.
"I guess I can make due with you, or my followers and keep you occupied while I pay a visit to the students in the castle" said Voldemort as Bellatrix and a pair of masked Death Eaters stepped forward.
Dumbledore's face showed no emotion as he took a deep breath when he exhaled, there was monsoon of flames rushing out of his mouth.
Bellatrix threw up a shield that lasted only a millisecond before Voldemort left hand flew up and the flames crashed into a solid wall of ice, melting the ice and creating a large burst of steam that covered the entire area.
Voldemort looked at his followers and said "I will deal with the old man" as he stepped in front of them.
Dumbledore slashed his wand and the steam disappeared, leaving the two former student and teacher to look at each other once more.
"Is this it Tom?" asked Dumbledore
"I think it is Albus, one of us has to give. You hide the Potter boy from me at this moment and I cannot allow any threat to my claim to power to survive" said Voldemort
Dumbledore nodded and he jabbed his wand before slashing it three times at Voldemort. The large strike of flames from the jab was met by a stream of water from Voldemort's wand.
He used the water that hit the ground to build another ice wall that didn't even slow down the first spell, the piercing spell ripping through the ice with ease.
The two following piercing spells raced right behind it and Voldemort erected a large shimmering magic dome around his form, the spells dispersed upon contacting the spell.
Voldemort took a step closer as wind picked up and it started to snow, something that should have been impossible given that it was the end of May. But Voldemort's mere presence was enough to conjure up the frosty white flakes. Flexing his hand, Voldemort sent shards of ice at Dumbledore while his wand fired off a series of spells; a bone breaker, a blood boiler, a dark cutting curse, and a silver spell that Harry didn't recognize through the crystal ball.
Dumbledore didn't seem to have any issue with the spells, as he pointed his wand at the ground and pulled up, ripping the ground up to create a wall to protect him, the spells shredded the wall and Dumbledore peeked through one of the gaps before slashing his wand at the wall, sending a stream of earth spikes at Voldemort.
Dumbledore followed that up sending another wave of flames shooting out of his mouth, causing Voldemort to narrow his eyes at the dual assault. Bellatrix stepped up next to her master and the two of them pasted a tsunami of water at the elemental flames.
The stalemate made Dumbledore frown, he was already low on magic from his duel with Harry, yet here he was throwing spell after spell at Tom like he was fresh. His body was aching for him to rest, his magic sluggish to follow his commands. The only thing that was keeping him in the fight was the fact that the Elder Wand was able to amplify his magic and spell strength.
Voldemort was quick with his wand once more and a series of slashes and jabs sent more spells, ones that Dumbledore did his best to counter but a cutting spell nicked his side and his hastily cast shield barely saved him as he was sent blasting backwards.
Dumbledore skid to a stop at the edge of the steps that led to the castle and he struggled to get back up to his feet, his aching old body begging him to stay down. But the old man just didn't have any quit in him and he made his way back to his feet, flames coming out of his nose with each huff that he made.
The door opened behind him and Dumbledore didn't hear it, no it was only after Voldemort decided to be kind and point behind him that Dumbledore turned around to see that the door to his school had been opened, and out stepped a man that he always swore to have faith in. A man who despite his checkered past, Dumbledore had been more than willing to grant a second chance too.
"Severus…" The sound felt wrong to Harry because for the first time, Dumbledore wasn't the Headmaster or any of his various other titles. No, he was an old man who was calling out to a man who he thought was his friend.
Snape said nothing, but walked down the stairs towards the ancient headmaster, Harry couldn't help but notice the wand in his hand.
Dumbledore looked at Voldemort and, his back turned to Snape and Voldemort smiled like he had just won the entire war in that single moment as Dumbledore turned around to look at Snape, turning his back on the Dark lord and his army of Death Eaters.
Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face.
"Severus…please…"
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape's wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest.
The force of the spell, lifted Dumbledore off of the ground, his body seemingly hung in the air forever to Harry, before crashing to the ground, his limbs bent as he hit the ground.
Harry didn't want to believe that Dumbledore was dead, but the spell that held him to the wall ended and he slide down the wall as he stared at the crystal ball that showed him the death of his mentor. His stomach hurt and his mouth filled with vomit, the taste only making him more sick. He felt light headed and he heard a loud crack before he realized that he had punched a hole through the castle's wards as he apparated down to the field, his eyes trained on Snape.
"Potter" hissed Voldemort but Harry ignored him as he glare at Snape, his eyes turning black before turning the same red as Voldemort's eyes.
"Avada Kedavra!" cried out Voldemort as he shot the curse at Harry's back, but much to his horror, the spell didn't connect but rather twisted around Harry's form before being slingshot back at him.
"Severus Snape, for your crimes against humanity, I sentence you to death" hissed Harry, tears in his eyes as his wand already in his hand and he only had to point it at Snape before he exploded into a mist of blood and skin.
Voldemort watched with wide eyes at the scene of Harry "The Golden Boy" Potter brutally murder Snape so casually. Even he flinched when Harry turned his attention to them and started walking towards them, stepping around Dumbledore's still form.
As he walked, the wind in the yard started to blow harder and Harry's magic blanketed the area. The wind picked up again and Harry floated into the sky before his form started to spin and a massive tornado exploded out from his body. Voldemort tried to shield himself from the pull but his shield shattered as the razor sharp wind tore right through it.
Death Eaters were sucked up by the winds and Voldemort's last view before portkeying away was Harry's cold eyes.
Dumbledore shivered from the memory that was being recounted to him, because it was so strange. He had actually planned for Snape to kill him if he became ill or if a student was going to be forced to kill him. But it sounded like Snape had held onto the anger from his past and had taken it out on him.
"I don't believe that we will get a similar series of events in this timeline" said Dumbledore
Harry nodded "If Snape were to make a move on your life, I don't think I would be able to stop myself"
Dumbledore chuckled "I don't think you would want to stop myself, based on what you just told me in your tale, you made him explode."
"To be fair, he had just murdered you in cold blood in front of the school. I was not in the right state of mind" said Harry
There was a brief silence as the two of them continued to wait for the Aurors to arrive, one that Dumbledore was hoping to take advantage of.
"So, I have to ask" started Dumbledore "Why did you not trust me when you came to this world?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, a look of confusion appeared on his face as if he didn't believe that Dumbledore didn't know the reason.
"It's just us here, you can cut the act" said Harry
"I'm afraid that I honestly don't know" replied Dumbledore
Harry made a face "Okay, I was a horcrux, the seventh made by Voldemort back in my timeline. You knew for years and never told me, I had to nearly die from his soul being ripped out of my body to find out"
Dumbledore went extremely pale "Are you certain?"
"Yeah when I blasted him through the Veil of Death, my scar leaked some black ink-like substance. I heard Voldemort's screams in my head and I briefly passed out, but when I woke up, he was gone and my scar faded lightly" explained Harry.
"I had some thoughts, speculation really about something similar in this world, but Harry died before I could prove it" said Dumbledore as he slowly regained some color.
Harry made another face, this one much harder for Dumbledore to read, but Harry tone made it clear on what he thought "You say that, but how do I know what you really thought? Was Harry going to be some kind of sacrifice or something? Because that is what my Dumbledore planned, for me to willing die"
Dumbledore frowned "I honestly cannot tell you what my plans would have been, I haven't done the research on a living horcruxes nor how to get rid of them"
Harry nodded, confident in the fact that Dumbledore and him had a pact that Dumbledore was not able to lie to him, part of why Harry had no issue being so honest with the old headmaster, it also didn't hurt that he was basically a copy of his mentor from his world.
Dumbledore perked up and gave Harry a soft smile, "The aurors are here, I will pop out to meet them and bring them right here."
Harry have him a short nod "Don't worry Dumbledore, she isn't going anywhere. We will do things the right way this time, no need to do anything rash"
Dumbledore made show of rolling his eyes before he used his headmaster privilege to pop out of the office and go meet them at the gates to the castle.
Harry looked over at Umbridge and said "You can stop pretending to be asleep, I know that the spell wore off close to 20 minutes ago"
Her eyes flicked open and she stared at Harry with a level of fear that he hadn't expected from the toad-like woman.
"What are you? Some kind of freak" she asked, her voice quiet and meek, a first for Harry to hear from the woman.
Harry tilted his head, his eyes narrowed at the woman's choice of words "You know, I hated that word. 'Freak' , my uncle would always call our kind that. When he would beat me, he would scream that word over and over."
Umbridge shivered as the room grew colder and she couldn't take her eyes off of Harry who simply continued to stare at the ministry office with the coldest of looks.
"Allow me to give you a glimpse into what saying that word got him" said Harry as he muttered "Legilimens" and he felt his magic build up in his head before he shot out a mental arrow, the arrow slammed into Umbridge's head and sliced right through her decent mental shields before connecting both of their minds.
Using his spare key, Harry let himself into the house, finding the house empty of his lone surviving a seat on the couch, Harry was not forced to wait long, as not 15 mins later, his crying aunt came in followed by his angry uncle.
"I tell ya Pet, that doctor was a quack, he didn't know shit." snarled Vernon as he waddled in after his wife
"How can our son be in just mentally gone all of a sudden" whimpered Petunia as she led them to the kitchen, their backs to Harry sitting in the living room.
"I would say it happened unnaturally, almost as if by magic," said Harry, his voice drawing their attention towards him.
"BOY, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Thundered his uncle
"Me? Nothing. At least not yet, you see my dear uncle. I no longer need you. I do not need to live here, I do not need the "protection" this house provides me." replied Harry, his green eyes glowing with bubbling fury
Petunia picked up on it before her husband, it was the same look her sister got when she was beyond pissed.
"So what are you doing here?" she asked, bring a sick smile to Harry's face, his eyes never defrosting.
"That is the million-pound question isn't it, my dear aunt. it is quite simple really. The man who killed my parents has returned, he will more than likely target you at some point. While you know next to nothing about my actual abilities or my whereabouts. I figured I would come here and just rid myself of you guys. You know pay you guys back for the amazing treatment you gave me." said Harry as he rose from the couch, wand in hand.
"wait, this isn't what your mother would have wanted" pleaded PetuniaHarry bit his lip while nodding.
"You are probably right, Petunia, but I would wage anything in the world that the dead don't want anything." Snarled Harry
His uncle paled realizing that they never treated Harry all that well and decided to rush smirked as he flicked his wand and set his uncle stumbling backwards into the dining table causing it to collapse to the ground.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" whispered Petunia
"Why? Because I feel like it. My entire life I was mistreated by you worthless cunts" spat Harry as his rage boiled inside angrily "Well no longer, I will not put up with anyone who has wronged me. it starts with you two."
Vernon managed to roll onto all fours, huffing and ignored his struggled and summoned the turkey carving knife towards himself before banished it into the back of Vernon's big fat meaty paw.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH PETUNIA DO SOMETH- AAAAAAAGGHHHH!" screamed Vernon, his pleas to his wife being interrupted by his another hand being pierced by another massive knife, pinning the large man to the floor.
"I would be silent Uncle, the neighbors can hear you" taunted Harry in a mock voice of his aunt.
"Please, you don't have to do this Harry. We can just go our separate ways. We never have to see each other again." cried out Petunia, fresh tears streaming down her face as she watched her husband suffer.
"I will be never seeing either of you again," said Harry before he summoned his uncle's head while banishing the body, ripping the man's head clean off. His aunt couldn't even scream as Harry didn't bother toying with her, simply banishing a knife into her neck before walking out the front door, Harry looked back at the place that was his personal hell and looked at the cloudless sky.
"I haven't done this spell before, but there is a first time for everything," said Harry as he pointed his wand to the sky and repeated the spell that he got from the last summer.
"MORSMORDRE," said Harry as a cloudy mass exploded from the end of his wand, the dark mark of Voldemort taking place over his former just like that, Harry and killed off his aunt and uncle all while blaming it on his arch-enemy. Harry couldn't prevent the smile that graced his face, life was good.
The magic connecting their minds ended and Umbridge dropped to the ground and started scrambling backwards, away from Harry.
"You're a monster, you killed your own family. You wouldn't get away with this" she spat
Harry closed his eyes as he shook his head in amusement "You see, you stupid bitch, I already have. It doesn't matter because I know for a fact that you will never say anything about what I shared with you" said Harry
"Are you insane? I will tell everyone about this" snarled Umbridge as she climbed to her feet, she pointed her finger at Harry "The world would love to hear about how the "Boy Who Lived" is nothing more than a raging lunatic"
Harry allowed a mock look of fear to grace his face and said "You're not going to say anything, not out of the kind of your heart. You must be dumber than I thought possible. Why would I share this with you? Because you're not going to remember this conversation"
Umbridge's eye widen as she realized what Harry meant as the spell left his wand and the last 40 minutes of her memory was erased in the blink of an eye. She opened her eyes again and looked around as the door opened to reveal Dumbledore was there with his friends Tonks and Kingsley.
"What are you too doing here?" asked Umbridge to the pair of Aurors. Kingsley stepped forward and grabbed the Blood Quill off of the desk that Umbridge had wanted Harry to sit at and raised it with his hand.
"So Dumbledore was telling the truth, you are in fact in possession of an illegal dangerous artifact" said Kingsley with a hint of disgust in his voice
"That's not mine" claimed Umbridge pointing her stubby finger at Harry "It belongs to this delinquent"
Harry said "Mine?" as he threw his hands up in the air in disbelief
Tonks stepped forward "Blood Quills retain a link to the person who crafted the runes to make them, a magical thumbprint if you will"
Kingsley nodded and said "I can tell you in a moment who made this quill" as he pulled his wand out and ran it over the object, the many tiny runes that covered the quill glowing as they were examined.
Kingsley growled and pointed his wand at Umbridge when he was finished scanning the quill "Tonks, bag the quill. Dolores Umbridge, you're under arrest and will be coming with us"
Umbridge's face twisted with anger and Harry blasted her backwards with an overpowered stunning spell "What? She was becoming aggressive" explained Harry as he pocketed his wand.
Kingsley just shook his head as he used his wand to float Umbridge out of the room.
Tonks pulled an evidence bag out of the inner pocket of her robe and put the quill inside the bag in a careful manner.
"I like the way you handle that quill" said Harry as he got closer to Tonks, causing her hair to stand up slightly.
"You're nothing more than a shameful flirt" she accused him as she put the quill away inside a special pouch.
"Oh, I'm more than a flirt, I deliver" said Harry as he leaned in, his words tickling her ear and he planted a sloppy kiss on Tonks' cheek before pulling back, his laughter ringing out through the room.
"Owl me" said Harry as he left the room, leaving behind a blushing Tonks who was doing her best to keep her hair from turning red like her face. Now that he had gotten rid of Umbridge, he did owe Hermione a beating ... I mean duel.
"Ah young love" commented Dumbledore as his eyes shined with amusement at seeing Harry teases Nymphadora.
Tonks glared at her former headmaster and left in a huff, only making the scene funnier to the aging headmaster.