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Chapter 1 - How fate laughs
Darkness faded on the scene at Kings Cross station. Harry’s could still feel his hand waving to his children on the train.
“HARRY!”
Harry’s vision cleared and he found his hand resting on a crystal ball, and looked up to see the stunned face of a much younger Ronald Weasley. He turned his head and looked around, his eyes collided with eyes the size of dinner plates, set behind glasses that magnified them. Harry Potter stood quietly, surveyed the room with trepidation. Eyes landing on a pensive Lavender Brown, a haughty Draco Malfoy, a very alive Vincent Crabbe and many more.
“Harry, dear?” Professor Trelawney asked in a very quiet voice.
Harry bolted out of the tower, he had to know. He ran fast, but his eyes were taking in everything, the walls, the portraits, the staircases, Hogwarts. He had one path, one direction, one hope and one fear. His eyes were filling now, tears at being back inside his head, surely that is what was happening. A hallucination maybe,   he had to be dreaming. For a moment, his focus was lost, and he collided with something Large, warm, and billowy. A voice from the beyond graced his ears.
“Mr. Potter.   What are you running from?”
Harry went rigid. Severus Snape watched his student drain of every color known to man in seconds. Those green eyes turned up looked straight at him, and then rolled into the back of his head, and Harry was falling. Severus reacted quickly reaching for the boy before his head met stone.
“Expecto Patronum”, The potions master cast his patronus, “Something is seriously wrong with Harry Potter, Come Quickly.” And the silver doe was gone. Severus carried Harry through the halls, and towards the hospital wing. All the while wondering what had gone wrong, the boy did not feel feverish, nor was his body shaking. He did not detect any magical signatures to signify a curse or jinx or other nonsense. Pomfrey would have a time with this one.
Madam Pomfrey bustled out of her office when Severus burst in.
“What happened?” She asked, already casting diagnostic spells.
“I think he had another vision from Voldemort, but I am not entirely sure,” Severus stated.
Albus Dumbledore came through the doors of the infirmary, followed by Professor McGonagall and Ron Weasley.
“Shock. The boy is in shock, that is the only thing I can surmise. There is no fever, or any other symptoms that I have seen.” Madam Pomfrey stated as she settled Harry onto one of the infirmary beds.
Albus turned to Ron. “What happened in class, was it a vision like last time?”
Ron looked at Harry then towards the Headmaster. “Sir, this is not like last time. Usually his scar hurts and he almost faints, but he regains consciousness quickly. We were told to look to the beyond in class, and like always Harry goes first. He laid his hand on the ball and went rigid for about a minute or two. His eyes turned black, entirely… and then he was back, and disoriented from the looks of it. And then he bolted.”
Albus stroked his beard.
Severus narrowed his eyes on Ron, “Describe his eyes, Mr. Weasley.”
Just as Ron was opening his mouth, Harry groaned, all eyes went to the bed.
“Albus Severus… Get me a glass of water, I think I hit my head, tell your mum I need a headache potion please, son.” Harry spoke with an authoritative tone none gathered in the infirmary had ever heard before.
Severus looked at the headmaster, quirked an eyebrow and moved over to the bed. “Mr. Potter, open your eyes please, Madam Pomfrey needs to ask you a few questions.”
Severus had tried to make his voice toneless not to scare the brat, but Harry seemed to flinch and stiffen anyway, and his eyes did open...very wide.
Harry looked around, trying to control his breathing… Dumbledore was standing in front of him, Snape was next to him… he wasn’t dreaming...or was he… “Pinch me please.” He asked, almost hoping it wouldn’t hurt if they did. Ron reached over and pinched his leg. “Damn!” Harry muttered.
“Mr. Potter…”Severus was about to scold, when those green eyes pinned him with a gaze unlike he had ever known.
“Excuse me, Professor. I need to speak to the Headmaster alone.” Harry stated, he sounded dignified even.
Albus noded to Severus, who took Ron and Madam Pomfrey and ushered them out of the area. Harry felt his pants for his wand, and cast an impervious privacy charm. Albus was intrigued as only Aurors are taught this charm for interrogation purposes, not something Hogwarts or it’s texts taught.
“Sir, I need to start with what year is it, as obviously I am a bit confused.” Harry inquired.
“It is Sept 12, 1995, Harry.” Dumbledore offered, waiting to see what the boy would say before he asked him some obvious questions.
Harry took that information in, smiled, and looked back up at the headmaster. “This may sound strange, but it is good to see you. It has been an eternity for me, but for you I am beginning to believe it may have not been so long. Alas, that means Cedric will still be someone I can’t save. I assure you headmaster, I have not been meddling with time, but I think time has meddled with me.” Albus looked at the boy, more questions were forming as he was about to ask, Harry held up his hand. That was not an action the Headmaster had ever seen Harry use, Harry was unsure, angry and in need of guidance most of the time this year. This Harry was calm, self-assured and in control.
“Either time has thrown me back, or since I was in Professor Trelawney's class, I must have had a vision. Can you live a lifetime in a vision Professor?” Harry asked, looking genuinely curious.
“Most of those with ‘the sight’ have prophesies or small visions that only extend as far as a single event of the future. I have not heard or read of any circumstance to my knowledge that a vision from an ordinary wizard encompassed a lifetime, Can you tell me what you saw?” The headmaster asked.
“I will not disclose everything now, sir, if you don’t mind, as I am unsure what to share. I will ask one thing of you that will help me verify what I lived through and help me understand where to go from here. There is a prophecy that was spoken, Voldemort marked me, and the reason neither can live while the other survives is because Voldemort made several Horcruxes with which he is able to continue to live on. Is that true, or a false trail left by my vision?” Harry asked, his eyes intent and searching.
“I have spoken of the prophecy to only colleagues and the order, Harry, so that part would be a true vision. The Horcruxes I have only supposed, there is nothing I have been able to prove on that front, though I do wonder at you knowing about them.” Albus offered a little hesitantly.
“He created seven, you do not need Professor Slughorn’s memory any longer.” Harry said, there was a deflated sigh at the end of it. “So I am to re-live the events of the last 21 years all over again.”
“21 years!?” Albus exclaimed.
“Yes, professor, 21 years. Can I change any of it?” Harry asked, hope sprung into his eyes, a longing was there, that Albus had not seen in a long time. Before Albus could say or ask anymore questions, there was a tap at Harry’s wards. Harry looked up at the headmaster, “I won’t say much until I reflect on it, sir, if you don’t mind. I will need to refresh myself with where we are with this year. This is the year of Umbridge as Defense teacher, am I correct?” Dumbledore nodded, “And we have only been in school a few weeks right?” another nod, “Sir, I know you're used to knowing everything, but for once, trust me. Trust me to do the job I was born for, and fill you in when I need to. I have a feeling that this ‘sight’ is something I need to keep to myself and work around things. I may get to do some things better, and save more lives this time around.” He waved his wand to drop the ward. Professor Umbridge in her pink attire was standing there tapping her foot impatiently. “Professor, I think you can fill me in, for the sake of the ministry and this student?” She demanded.
Harry swung his legs over and walked up to her. “You madam, will suffer much if you don’t back off. You may not believe me or in the ‘sight’, but I know about you. Your drive to rid the world of half-bloods is greater than Voldemort’s, and your loathing for children is evident by your willingness to employ a blood quill for detentions, not to mention you would not hesitate to use unforgivables on students to further the ministry’s ideals. It won’t last, madam… And you will not break me.” Harry dropped his wand into his pocket, backed up two steps, performed some complicated hand gestures that were graceful yet intimidating, and she found her arms bound tightly together, her mouth sealed shut, and her feet glued to the ground. Her eyes stared hard daggers at Harry, promising retribution. “I will release you, but just know this. My vision of the future, made me live for over twenty years from this day, I was trained by the best Aurors the Ministry had after the war, and new spells and curses were developed. Do not mess with me or mine. The ministry will survive, and remain in power, and unless you change your tune, you will not be with it. Do I make myself clear Madam?” Harry gazed at her, locking on and not letting her look away, she nodded barely. “Good, we can work together, if you behave.” Harry offered, swirling one hand in another complicated pattern, and she found herself unlocked from her bindings.
“The minister will not be happy with this, Mr. Potter.” She said, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
“Madam, I don’t care what makes the Minister happy. If you don’t work with me, you work against me, and this time around, you will not get very far. Do we understand each other Madam?” Harry stood his ground, though he was just a bit taller, it was his eyes that pierced her, causing her to nod. “Good.”
He turned to face Professor Dumbledore who stood agape, “My apologies professor, this one needed some softening. I believe all people have some good in them, and I hope in the coming weeks I can count on your support behind some of my actions?”
“Of course my boy,” Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling in that familiar way.
Harry turned to leave, remembering that a certain Potions Master was in the office with the Healer. There would be so many he would see again, but he had to not force it. This one though, he could not resist.
“Professor Snape, Can I speak to you sir?” Harry spoke softly, reverently.
Professor Snape came out of the office, robes swirling around him, and a contemptuous look on his face.
“Sir, I just wanted to say thank you.” Harry noted the raised eyebrow,”you have protected me more than once, and I owe you my life time over time. My mother would be so greatful. I hope we can start fresh, I am not my father, and I know him for what he was, and my mother for the wonderful girl she was and woman she became. Thank you.”
Severus held his face, not flinching only breathing. This boy, had gone beyond. “We will see Mr. Potter, and you're welcome.”
Harry nodded and walked out the doors, heading for his rooms, a place he hadn’t been in years, so it felt alien to walk the path again.
Harry ran into a few students, and tried to keep a normal face, especially when he came in contact with those that had died, or those he had become friends with in the ministry. He did not know what to do now, the knowledge he had was vast, compared to where he was now. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he saw Ginny though, they had begun talking about divorce when he left, she had fallen for an old love… someone she would start dating this next year in fact. It didn’t hurt like he thought it would. They had fallen out of love, so the relief was palatable. Though, not having James, Lily or Albus pained him. Would he still have them with someone else?
Harry turned around in the hall just before he got to the staircase leading to Gryffindor tower. Ron was following him. “Ron, Sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I’ll need to talk to you and Hermione when we get back to the common room. It’s important.” Harry spoke softly. Ron nodded, “Of course. You alright mate?”
“I don’t know. But either way I’ll get through it with both of you as always.” Harry said as he smiled at his best friend.
They entered the common room, and several eyes turned on them. Harry surveyed the room, he hurt seeing some of them again. If he played his cards right, this could all be over this year and they could all have peace to grow up. His eyes landed on Ginny, She was sitting next to Dean Thomas, talking and nothing got in the way of their conversation. There was a small pang of hurt, but it was easy to push aside when he saw how happy she was or would be once she dumped Michael Corner later this year. Harry moved over to an empty couch, joined by Ron and then Hermione. Harry saw others look covertly and others not so covertly over at them expecting to hear the conversation. Harry reached for his wand and cast the impervious privacy charm once again.
“Harry, What charm is that?” Hermione asked, her curiosity and taste for learning was piqued.
Harry smiled, “That is called an Impervious Privacy Charm. Unbreakable by all except the caster. It is used by Aurors for interrogation purposes, but also when confidential information needs to be passed in public places. Give me a minute before you start asking questions. And I’ll explain a little not everything.”
Both Ron and Hermione nodded.
“Evidently while in Divination, I had a vision.” Hermione coughed, “Not a Voldemort vision, a real one. I lived over 20 years of my life in that vision. All of it happened to me in the span of what now looks to be just a class. I have confirmed some of it with the Headmaster, leaving me to believe that it is a real vision, but a rare one. The headmaster said he never heard of an ordinary wizard living through a vision, or of it lasting as long as mine, they only got specific events at specific times, or prophesies that needed to be deciphered. So, while I know the events of the next 20 years, I will only intervene when I need to, and only disclose information I feel will get us where we need to be. I won’t relive the pain and agony, nor will I let others sacrifice themselves for me. Unexpectedly, I have maintained my training, my knowledge, and my increased power and abilities.” Harry ended his little speech, looking at each of his friends who had wide eyes.
Hermione was the first to find her voice, “So was you-know-who defeated?”
Harry nodded, “At great cost.”
Ron’s mouth fell open.
“What do you need from us?” Hermione asked quietly.
“First”, Harry looked at Ron, “I need to talk to your dad if you can arrange it within the next few weeks, time is of the essence on this one.” Ron nodded, “I’ll firecall him in the morning.”
“Next,” Harry looked at Hermione, “Can you research visions, and see if there are any documentation on ones such as mine, and the effects decisions have on them?”
Hermione smiled at him, “Of course.”
Harry looked around, noting the faces of those who were straining to hear the conversation, and the consternation on some faces.
“We can still form Dumbledore's Army for training the other students,” Harry said, looking at Hermione for a moment, who smiled at him, he had been resisting that year, “And I will teach a real defense against the dark art’s class that will not be found in these halls.”
He let down the impervious privacy charm, “For those of you in Gryffindor, who wish to learn appropriate Defense skills, we will be forming a ‘club’. I am not sure how the teachers will react, but it will be beneficial, for you in the future. Any who are interested can owl me, not speak here. I will notify all who wish to participate individually.”
Seamus seemed to just glare at him. Harry knew in the end he would come around, so he took no issue. Harry headed up the stairs, the feeling of Deja vu came over him. At least he was starting to form a plan.
Over the next few weeks, things seemed to go smoothly. Harry of course excelled in all his classes, stunning even the unflappable Professor Snape. Nearing the first of October, Harry decided to talk to Professor Snape.
After most of his classmates had left, Harry lingered behind. He approached the professor who was busy at his desk. Those dark eyes leveled on him. “To what do I owe the honor, Mr. Potter.” Professor Snape sneered at him.
“I have two things to discuss with you, and would appreciate if you would be open enough to listen, as they benefit you.” Harry said, turning only half-way away from the Professor, while quickly performing a locking charm on the room.
Severus felt a bit of unease creep up his back. He slid his wand into his palm and waited.
Harry turned and walked over to an old book cupboard where most of the old potions text books were kept, he opened it and rummaged around in it.
“Mr. Potter..” Snape tried to form a question, then noticed the book Harry was holding. It was his old textbook.
“You were, and still are, the Half-blood prince, Professor.” Harry fully turned to face him, pinning him with Lily’s eyes. “You are a great Potions Master, yet if you taught us, how you taught yourself in these notes, we could grow to be just as passionate as you on the subject. This book is brilliant, and should be re-published with your notes and revisions. It is because of this book, I came to like potions better.”
Severus stared at Harry, that book was very old, and he had forgotten all about it. Harry had improved, but he thought it really just that Harry seemed to be paying more attention. Maybe the vision Harry had, really changed him.
Harry stepped forward, placing the book on the desk in front of Professor Snape. He looked down into the eyes of his Professor, “You are brilliant, but your methods could be better, not nicer as that serves you well, but this book should shed light on what you are missing for your explanations.”
“I’ll take that into consideration, Mr. Potter. I am not used to taking teaching advice from a student.” Severus quipped.
“For that, Professor, I want you to feel comfortable. I know prior to term, Professor Dumbledore asked you to teach me Occlumency, due to the visions from Voldemort I had been having. I no longer need the teaching, but wish to allow it nonetheless, and hopefully, put to rest this animosity, you have for me because my father mistreated you.” Harry stood back a few feet.
“I don’t have time for this Mr. Potter, I…” Harry cut off Snapes protest, “It will only take a moment, and you can then reassure the headmaster I do not need handling, and maybe more. If you do not try, I will invade your mind, and that did not go well for you the last time.”
Severus got angry, his wand arm was up and pointed swiftly. Harry stood still, not flinching, not moving, or giving any signs of protecting his mind. ‘This should be easy,’ Severus thought, and he cast the Legilimens spell fast. And then he was falling into darkness.
Harry’s mind was black, nothingness. And then he saw it, a wall. It loomed high over him.   The majority of bricks were light, and medium shades, but the clumps of dark bricks caught his eye. He had never encountered a wall in someone’s mind. Then he saw a small figure approaching him. Harry.
“Let me guide you, Sir.” Harry said, beckoning Severus to follow.
Follow he did.
Harry tapped one brick in the wall, and they found themselves in a clearing. Severus was seeing his own memory of Lily and himself, and it brought back so many feelings. Harry then tapped another brick, and another of Harry’s memories played out. He showed his professor, how he was raised, picked out the memories of situations where Severus had blamed him for being too much like his father, only to show how much he was really like his mother Lily. And when those were over, he turned to face Severus.
“The next one I will show you, is from my vision. I show you only so you know how to protect yourself should it ever come to pass. My mother only wanted your happiness, not this.” Harry said and he touched a dark brick.
The memory of Voldemort sending Nagini to strike him played out, Harry tried to cut it off before he and his friends entered, but Severus put a hand on his arm. He watched as Harry knelt next to him, covering his wounds.   He saw his own tears form as he saw Lily in Harry’s eyes, and he saw Harry collect the tears. He saw the life leave his own eyes, and Harry’s tears fall, for him.
Harry gently pushed. And Severus found himself standing in his classroom, wand still pointed at the boy. He lowered it immediately.
Harry stood there, still calm, still self-assured, and lifted his hand. “So can we start over and call a truce?” Severus stared at the hand, wondering at the kindness, so like Lily. He took hold of Harry’s hand, and Harry pulled him closer, and then hugged him. An almost paternal feeling came over him, and he returned the hug as best as he could, with a pat here and there.
“Truce, Harry. Thank you, for sharing. Though how did you build a wall like that in your mind? Even with my extensive Occlumency skills I have only managed some barriers.” Severus pointed out.
“I’ll teach you. In my vision, we Aurors worked with the Department of Mysteries to go beyond Occlumency, and work with mind shields. We paired the practice, until we found that our Occlusion could be manipulated into walls.” Harry offered.
Severus was never one to turn down a good idea.
“At least 5 meetings, or detentions, however you wish to arrange them should be enough.” Harry said as he smiled, “let me know. I don’t want to be late for lunch, heard Dobby cooked dessert today… treacle tart.” His voice caught on the name, and he cleared his throat quickly before looking away.
“The colors meant something didn’t they?” Severus asked in a quiet tone.
“The darker ones are painful memories.” Harry revealed.
Harry turned, leaving a pensive Professor in his classroom. As he made his way to the great hall, he caught a flash of bright blond in the hallway.
“Malfoy?” Harry asked loud enough for the person to stop. Sure enough his school nemesis stopped and turned around, sneering as he did so.
“Potter without his friends, what they desert you?” Malfoy asked, contempt in his voice.
Harry tried to decide, how should he handle this. At this point the family had not done much, other than deliver the diary, and in his vision, Malfoy had turned out alright. And he still felt he owned Narcissa a great deal.
“I owe your mother a debt, I will not discuss this with you. But if you want your family to retain it’s current position in wizarding society, I suggest you arrange a meeting for me and your mother in Hogsmeade. Bring your goons if you must, but if you value your way of life, I suggest you do so soon, before I cannot repair the damage that will be done by your inaction.” Harry was quite in his words.
He did not stay to answer any questions, nor face any insults. He was beyond childish behavior. He walked into the Great Hall, the headmaster watching him intently as Severus was moving to his own seat.   Harry sat down next to Ron and Hermione. Hermione gestured over towards Ginny who was talking intently with Dean. Harry just looked at her and shrugged. “You're telling me that it doesn’t bother you?” Hermione added, stress in her voice. Harry had almost forgot Her and Ron had not gotten together yet and she was looking for some sympathy.
“I’ll tell you how it turned out later.” Harry said, before Ron started to notice, which would not be that soon since he was engrossed in a very large sandwich.
After lunch Harry had a free study period which he used to relax in his room. Mr. Weasley would arrive to meet with him Friday evening, in Dumbledore’s office. No doubt the Headmaster wanted to know what was going on. There was a tap at his window that brought his attention. He opened it to let in a very elegant owl. He pulled a treat from his nightstand and offered it to the bird. He took the note and watched the bird neatly eat the treat, then fly out of the window.
He opened the note to a very beautiful handwriting.
Mr. Potter,
   I do not understand the nature of your debt to me as we have never met. My son has informed me of your desire for an appointment. After last years events, I am hesitant to grant it for obvious reasons, but Draco said there is something strange about you, and has reason to believe that your wish be granted with extreme caution on our end. I will meet you under my terms. At the designated hour of 8 o’clock Saturday morning, a new owl will arrive with directions on our meeting place. You will have 30 minutes to read over the particulars, sign the agreement and then be transported to our undisclosed meeting place. For the timeframe of 1 hour you will be allowed to speak, and for that timeframe only will your presence be hidden from other parties. After that it will be up to you to find your way home.
Sincerely,
N.M.

Well that was reasonable enough. If anything he was good at getting out of bad situations. He just had to plan what to say. If the meeting with Arthur goes as planned, one horcrux will be taken care of and without the knowledge of Voldemort understanding what is happening. The Delayed repercussion potion will come in handy. He had to start brewing the potion needed today… that way by Friday it will be ready. So much for relaxation.
Harry got up and headed down to the dungeons, hoping the professor would have a moment for him to ask about some ingredients.
Severus noted Potter standing in the doorway. His lecture was just about complete and he could let the third years on their own once he was done to attend to whatever Potter needed.
After he set them working on their brewing, he walked over to the doorway.
“Mr. Potter, what brings you here?” Severus inquired.
“I have a potion that needs to be brewed before Friday, Sir. I would like to request the use of some of your ingredients. I will keep a list of what I use and replace them, but ordering them is out of the question due to time constraints.” Harry supplied.
“What potion are you intending to brew?” Severus asked, his curiosity piqued.
“I call it the Delayed Repercussion potion. It was developed by myself about 10 years from now. I will show you how to brew it if you like. It is applied to any item touched by dark magic, and delay the owner or creator from knowing it is lost or destroyed, until 1 year from the date of destruction or loss. I’ll tell you more later.” Harry said.
Severus nodded. “Tonight then Mr. Potter” Then he stated louder, “Detention Mr. Potter for your insolence.” Most heads turned to look at the pair in the doorway. Harry for his own preservation, hid his smile well, bowed his head and shuffled away.
At dinner Ron was fuming, “How could he give you detention for nothing.” Harry just smiled, “Its fine, a ruse to use his lab. Calm down, the man has given up more than you will ever know.” Ron groused some more, but then went on eating. A small pudgy owl flew in and dropped a small pink note next to Harry’s plate. He picked up an apple slice and offered it to the bird and took the note.
“Excuse me,” Harry said as he took the note and left the table, Ron and Hermione left looking at each other.
Harry wandered out into the corridor, found a secluded ledge and sat down.
Mr. Potter,
   I don’t like your heavy handed ways, but they seem to serve a purpose. I have thought long and hard about what you said. As I do not have a favorable opinion of you, I do have to acknowledge your power. Your insight is on target. I do not relish the thought of working with you, but in light of recent events, you are the lesser of three evils. I will maintain my ministry post, and help where I can, though I do so reluctantly. If the balance of power shall be swayed, so to will my loyalty. I am not a blind follower, Mr. Potter. But I do see opportunity in aligning with the strong.
D.U.
‘She will have to be watched and definitely not trusted, but at least offensively she is weak.’ Harry thought.
Harry waited for most of the students to stream out of the Great Hall and managed to fall in with the crowd unnoticed. He broke away to go towards the dungeons and his detention with Professor Snape.
He walked into the classroom, and noted that the Professor waited for him at the supply closet. Harry turned and shut the door, not locking it this time.
“Sir, thank you for helping me with this. It is much appreciated.” Harry said. He pulled a parchment from his robes and handed the list to Professor Snape.
For his part, Professor Snape seemed genuinely interested. “You get the bottom ingredients here. I will go to my personal stores for these top ones.” Severus said as he walked out of the supply closet. He was at ease, the usual animosity between them had vanished. Though Harry looked young, his demeanor was that of a colleague, so working with him was easier than just a student.
They set up a brewing station at one of the desks, and Harry started calling out the instructions for the disposition of the ingredients.
“Those first seven, they need to be crushed once, then sliced. They get put in first, and heated until the smoke turns blue and they are just about crisp. Then we add the liquids in the order as on the page.” Harry instructed.
“Why was this developed?” Severus asked, very curious.
“During the war, every time we dispatched a dark artifact, it was like a homing beacon for Voldemort, he knew of the destruction which made him more dangerous, and he could then predict where we were going next. I found a connection between artifacts cursed with dark magic and their owners, the curse acted as a way for them to find it, or as a portal for them to act through when tampered, or for the curse to activate if the owner were no longer alive. This potion when applied to a container, instrument of destruction or the item itself, delayed the activation of the spell and allowed us time to capture the caster, or destroy the item without any negative repercussions. The department of Mysteries benefitted from the development, as they are the ones who study the dark artifacts the most.” Harry said, then went quiet, wondering if he gave away too much. He looked up at Professor Snape for a moment, then back at his work.
“Can you test this batch when it is done? to see if it works.” Severus asked.
Harry had not thought of that, but then remembered a way to test it, “Yes, I will save some for an object that I know is cursed, and see If I can confine the dark magic from detection. That will give me the knowledge to know it worked or not.”
They worked for the next few hours brewing, stirring, and charming. Finally the potion turned a grey/green by 9pm… Harry cast an encapsulate charm. “Can I move this somewhere, it needs to brew for two days, so by thursday it will be ready to test.”
Severus looked around the room, “I can keep it in my rooms for now, detention again Thursday. Can you get the test artifact by then?”
Harry nodded, “It just waits for me to retrieve it.”
“It’s in the school I take it.” Severus asked, trying to hid his concern.
“It’s been at the school for as long as the school has been here, Sir. But cursed for only 50 years or so.” Harry added. He cleaned up and left the dungeon. He was tired and needed a good shower, his whole body felt gross from the brewing and potion making.
Thursday afternoon, Harry did not show up for lunch. Instead he stood outside the Room of Requirements, thinking of finding things that were lost.
Once inside, the silence was deafening. He could take his time, there was no war, no Malfoy, nobody to rescue. Harry let his senses flare out. Feeling for the darkness inside him, calling for the darkness of the diadem. He felt the pull and followed. The box was easy to locate. He cast a disillusionment charm on it, and shrunk it and put it in his pocket. Harry then cast an impervious deludes charm on himself, to protect him from the delusions of the dark taint inside the diadem.
Harry had to wait until after dinner to attend his detention.
Once inside Severus’ personal lab, Harry brought out the box and unshrunk it and ended the disillusionment charm. Severus backed up a few steps.
“You can feel it too, can’t you?” Harry asked.
Severus nodded, not taking his eyes off the box. He handed Harry the vial of potion.
Harry unstoppered the potion, and lifted the potion out in thin string like streams, wove it into the box on the top, bottom and all sides, each a complicated pattern that interlinked at various points. Harry cast one charm, and the strings glowed a bright glacial blue and then vanished. The oppression Severus had felt was gone. Harry canceled his impervious deludes charm and sighed. “It worked. It is a good batch.” Harry said.
“What is that? We need to take it to Dumbledore.” Severus stated, reaching for the box.
Harry picked it up, his seeker reflexes had never diminished. “In due time, Professor. I have a safe place for it, and that is all you need to know for now. You will be informed later.”
On instinct, Severus bristled. “I’m sorry Professor, I am still getting used to my role as a student again. Forgive my brashness. Until I know the extent of my vision’s consequences and my own actions, I don’t want to endanger others with more knowledge than they need in the moment.”
“That is a practical view, I suppose, Mr. Potter.” Severus offered.
“Play around with the potion, since it has not ‘officially’ been developed, we could publish a paper together on it, when the time comes, both for it’s original use, and any other uses you may find.” Harry said, duplicating the copies of his notes and handing Professor Snape a set.
Harry left the lab late that evening, and went to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom… She wasn’t there at the moment, which Harry was thankful for. He opened the chamber and slipped down, cushioning his fall. He entered the chamber warily, it had not been that long chronologically since he had been there, but still it felt like an eternity. He moved towards the carcass and pulled a fang, he bottled some of the venom and put it in his pocket. He moved toward the mouth of the large Slytherin head and put the box in the large empty chamber inside.
He sealed the chamber once he got out and went to bed.
That evening he had felt the Voldemort visions try to enter his mind, it was merely an irritating knock now and he chose to reject their entry for now, later they may be useful, but tonight it was merely a Ministry vision. It was late, and now he was awake. He lay in his bed categorizing the spells he would teach the students when they started at the end of October. So many useful spells came to mind. Some were easier than those he had taught the first time around, used less concentration. He would still work with them on their patronus charms, but now he would add a few of the new hexes he knew. Ginny’s Reduccio would be great, since it combined reducto and accio, shrinking and summoning the person could be very helpful in situations. Sectumtempus would be another. This was based off of Severus’ original spell, but instead of permanent damage, it was temporary and minimal blood loss inflicted as it was only skin deep. As a deterrent though, it was very effective.
Harry started to fall back asleep, while mulling over the order of spells and hexes, curses and counters.
Friday was quite, Ron was anxious as his father would be there that night. Harry pulled a package from his trunk just before dinner and would not reveal what was in it to Ron. Only that in a few weeks his father would probably tell him.
Harry was in Dumbledore’s office following dinner, he was patiently waiting for Arthur's arrival, all the while petting Fawkes. She was always an amazing bird. The Floo flared to life and Arthur stepped forward. Harry turned towards both men.
“What I am going to say and ask may make little sense, but you will please just listen first. I know your rotation for watching the prophecy is soon Mr. Weasley.” Both men looked surprised, “I have something you will need and instructions. First, “ He pulled out a small box., “There will be an attack on you while you are there. It is important Headmaster that you do not interfere with what will come,” Harry said then faced Arthur again, “Your attacker will be Voldemort’s familiar, a snake called Nagini. In that box is a bezor, take it before you start your shift, as a precaution against the venom.” Harry moved to a vial to hand to Arthur, “It is imperative you capture or stun the snake, if you immobilize it, pour this on it. It is a special potion, this must be done first. Keep the snake immobile and under the potion for at least 30 seconds,” Harry then reached for the package he pulled from his trunk, “Once the potion has sunk into the snake, you can kill it with this,” He opened the package to show a silver blade, with runes on the side, and a dark stain along the edge. “don’t cut yourself with this, it is a Goblin made blade, on which I have added Basilisk Venom, Use this to kill the snake, and only this. Can you follow those instructions?” Harry asked.
Arthur looked very serious and looked to Albus who only nodded, his face grim. “Yes, I will make sure to follow the instructions perfectly.”
Harry looked at the headmaster, “Tom will not know, we know his secret. So he won’t be on guard, the potion will distract him to think she was frightened and is lost, not destroyed.”
“Stay safe Mr. Weasley,” Harry said, touching Arthur’s arm briefly. Mr. Weasley nodded and then left. “Use a monitoring charm on him, Sir, that way you can be alerted if he is wounded.” Harry said, pain reflected in his eyes, and Dumbledore patted his shoulder.
“We will do what we can, thank you for all the thought you put into this, there is a plan in that head of yours right now, isn’t there.” He asked softly.
“Yes, Sir. Oh and I do not know where I am going tomorrow, but If I am not within the gates of Hogwarts by 10am tomorrow morning, something bad happened. Talk to Draco. Otherwise leave it in my hands for now.” Harry stated.
Harry did not wait for much of a response, habit from being the head Auror Department and giving orders for so long. Getting used to being a child and a student, depending on others was going to take some time.
Back in the Gryffindor common room Hermione was pacing. She was waiting for Harry so that she could tell him what her research had found.
When Harry came in, he was accosted by Hermione. She took his arm and dragged him to the nearest couch. She cast the Impervious privacy charm this time, having learned from Harry just how to perform the complicated wand maneuver.
“I have good news and some interesting news for you.” Hermione started talking immediately, “First this type of vision had, has been documented, but only a handful of times. The receiver of the vision is usually a person of great power, and it is the first sign of being the Augur Saeculum ‘Seer of the Age’. The last Wizard or Witch known as the Augur Saeculum was Merlin. The vision of living, as it is called and not many know about it, brings the Augur into a wisdom not found in his time. The Augur reveals parts of the vision, that is why others don’t hear about the wizard living through it.   All good things will come to pass such as was in the vision, unless expressly changed by the actions of the Augur. All dark events can be countered and changed, depending on the actions of the Augur. No small changes can affect the larger outcome, but a large change will only affect the negative. The Augur will have to study from the Librum Aetate ‘The Book of Ages’. It is passed from one Augur to another, revealed to the new Augur on the full moon of the Winter Solstice. You will have one full solstice cycle to right the greatest wrong from your vision in order to keep your power. Once you have completed your task and spent one year in study, an announcement will be made within your realm, and there will be expectations for your guidance. Your advice will be sought by those in power, but your choice will be free in who to help, and who to refuse. That means, Harry, that you will receive the book in two months time, and you have until June 21st of next year to complete your task to right the greatest wrong.” She was out of breath by the time she was done speaking.
Harry took that all in. He knew from the date she gave, what wrong needed to be righted. He was still working on the plan for that. But new responsibility was another issue.
“Can I reject the power?” Harry asked.
Her face went almost grey, “You will loose your memory of all the events of your vision, if you choose to let it go. And so will anyone you have talked to about the vision.”
Harry sighed. He would live the same path over and all those people who died would still die, if he rejected this new power and role. If he chose to change things, he chose to keep the power and responsibility.
Harry nodded. He already knew there was no going back for him.
Harry looked at Hermione, and smiled wryly… her eyebrows went up.
“Pluck up the courage and snag Ron early, you will save some heartache for both of you if you do, otherwise it will be another couple of years, before he makes the first move.” Harry said, waiting for the shock to register on her face.   She went beet red, then started to speak but said nothing. “Think about it, okay. Trust me.” Harry spoke ever so softly.
Hermione dropped the ward and smiled at him then went off to her bed.
Harry had to get some rest before his meeting tomorrow.
Harry woke up around 7:30. He at first thought he would be late for the meeting with Mrs. Malfoy, but was relieved after casting a glance at one of the bedside clocks that he had not overslept. Harry actually groomed himself. He knew presenting an unkempt appearance to a pureblood of high rank was considered rude, after all they had been forced to take etiquette classes as Aurors in their first year.
Promptly at 8 o’clock, a sleek silver owl flew through his open window and dropped a parchment onto his bed. He opened it with sure hands.
Mr. Potter,
   Rules for the meeting:

1. No wand usage unless threatened before the hour is finished.

2. No disclosure of meeting location with outside parties.

3. No disclosure of meeting discussion with outside parties unless agreed upon.

4. No revenge actions will be taken if discussion does not end favorably for you.

5. No revenge actions on Draco Malfoy for any reason as a result of this discussion.

If the above is acceptable, then sign on the line provided below. By signing on the line below you will be bound by your magic to uphold the above rules, if broken, penalty will be 2 hours under the body bind hex at the discussion location.
Sincerely,
N.M.
                   ___________________________________
                       Sign Here
Harry was more than happy to sign the document. Harry put his wand, into his robes, and signed the document. After he finished signing, the document activated the portkey charm and Harry was whisked away.

Harry landed softly on the green grass, it was a bright meadow of flowers. He could not determine his location yet. He turned around to find a very elegant, but cool Narcissa Malfoy standing to one side of the meadow.
Harry turned to face her, put his arm about his waist and dipped forward in a short but perfunctory bow.
“Mrs. Malfoy, thank you for taking the time to see me. May I assume I can speak freely, without interruption so that you may understand why I have asked you to meet with me?” Harry asked, looking straight into her ice blue eyes.
“You may, Mr. Potter.” She replied,elegance and indifference conveyed in her tone and bowing her head gracefully,.
Harry nodded back towards her.
“First, I will mention that I have recently found out that I have been given the power to be the next Augur Saeculum.” Harry noticed her eyes widened, “Last Month I was given a vision, where I lived out the last 20 or so years. To which end, I believe I owe you a life debt, even though your actions have not come to pass yet. Hence why I am here. I know you will do anything for your family. I am offering you my protection, and knowledge of how to keep your family not only safe, but out of the hands of the person who would destroy all you have built for yourself over the years. The name of Malfoy in the future will suffer greatly at the hands of Voldemort. Your husband will be imprisoned for crimes he has yet to commit, he will be demoralized by Voldemort. Your home will become the lair in which he resides. Your son will loose a very close friend, be forced to commit actions that will harm him mentally and get him hurt, but not killed. I will not tell you who wins, I want to know if you will make the decision, to save your family without knowing?” Harry explained, looking sharply at her, waiting for her to take it all in.
Her face was impassive, her posture regal. If any of what he said affected her, she did not show it in her face. Her eyes were a different story. There were flashes where her eyes grew dark, and then bright.
“What do you propose, Mr. Potter? My family and I will consult, but I will ensure they follow the path that leads to their well being. Whatever I did to help you, I am thankful you are here now. Our family is very honored to be graced by the council of the next Augur Saeculum.” Narcissa answered, extending her beautiful pale hand.
Harry reached and bowed over her hand.
“Your manners are much improved from what I have heard,” Narcissa pointed out, “Thank you for the unexpected help.”
Harry looked at her and smiled, “I trained as an Auror, etiquette was one of our required classes.” He grinned as he said it, “Your actions towards me in the end of the war was the only redeeming actions that saved you and your son, but not your husband.   I think a meeting with Headmaster Dumbledore is in order to find out the best solutions for how to help your family. We don’t have much time before actions are needed. But I do have a question, that I hope you can answer. Who has access to your sister’s vaults while she is in Azkaban?”
Narcissa’s eyes narrowed a bit.
Harry noted the shift, “I ask not for riches, Mrs. Malfoy, but an artifact lies in her vault that is necessary for the fight. I have first hand knowledge of where it is and what it is, other than that, I want nothing to do with her other items.”
Just a small perceptible relaxing of the mouth indicated he had said the right thing.
“Her vaults can only be accessed by the trustee of her estate, and that would be me as next of kin while she is incarcerated.” She answered.
Harry nodded, “We have only a few months before she will be able to gain access once again, I cannot let that artifact stay in her vault. Can you retrieve it for me? I will provide all you need to contain it’s dark magic, all I need to know is when you plan on going so I can have the objects ready.”
“A few months?” Narcissa asked, shocked.
“All supporters will be free in January. I have to have everything in place to end this war 2 years earlier, I plan to have us all free by June. Mr. Malfoy will be critical to that plan. Please confer with your family. But I will warn you, If you choose to not help, I will reject the power offered to me as the Augur Saeculum, and cause everything to be as it was in my vision. I am willing to give up this power and knowledge, to ensure what needs to be done is done. And on that you have my oath as a Wizard on my magic.” Harry state, a golden string of glowing magic, encircled him, and then seeped into his heart.
Narcissa nodded. The hour was almost up, She pulled out a small coin. “Take hold of this, and upon the hour, it will bring you back to where you belong.”
She handed him the small coin. “Thank you, I will talk to the headmaster only, and once we receive your reply, we will get started. Remember, only the bad things will change from my vision, the good can only get better.” Harry stated.
Narcissa left the meadow gracefully, and then apparated away.
Harry only had to wait a few minutes before he was again swept away with a port key.
Harry had expected to land back in his own room, but found himself slowly descending in a small outskirt clearing just inside the Forbidden Forest. Upon his feet crunching the fallen leaves, he turned abruptly to point his wand at the person in his peripheral vision who stood up from near the trees.
“Potter?” Draco asked surprised.
Harry started laughing, “Your mother’s form of a joke?”
“Huh?” Draco wondered.
“She said this coin would take me to where I belong,” Harry explained, offering Draco the coin.
Draco flushed bright red as he looked over it, “She used those words?” he asked softly.
The change in Draco’s voice was not something Harry was prepared for. Always used to the sneering, the cocky drawl, Draco’s voice always seemed to rub him the wrong way.
This change, it was beautiful, like warm butter sliding over Harry’s skin.
Harry blinked for a minute, then replied in a voice that was horse with strain, “Yes, why? why did it bring me here?”
Draco lifted his silver eyes up to meet the steady green of Harry’s.
“This is a gift bestowed by our family when a great service has been rendered, each adult carries one and only one and it is passed down if never gifted. The coin is special, it is charmed to take the person gifted, to their other half, or in absence of that a safe place.” Draco whispered, his eyes dropped their hold.
Harry stood still, just watching the blond in front of him. Processing what was just said was a bit difficult to say the least. Narcissa had given him a gift. Unknowingly it was her son. Harry was not sure what to make of this idea.
The sun was still rising, a few clouds were in the sky, partially blocking the brightness. At the current angle, the radiance of the sun was behind the trees and the breaking rays highlighted the lustre of Draco’s hair. His blush had not faded much, coloring his cheeks and neck. Harry mused, if he had paid more attention during his early years, he would have noted Draco’s looks. Though diminished in light of his character, he was still very attractive.
“I’m not sure which would be true, Draco.” ‘This could be construed as a safe place’, Harry thought “and I already know the path which I chose for love was the wrong one.”
Draco’s head came up, his eyes flashed something, but then they went curious, “Huh?”
“I forgot, you don’t know. But then again, I really don’t know why I am talking to you now like this.” Harry wondered.
“Like what?” Draco asked softly. Again his voice sang to Harry.
“Civilly, why are you actually being civil? This is completely out of character for you.” Harry started, thinking it was obvious.
“Then you rarely saw me out of the company of others. I can be what I want, when I am alone. I am tired of fighting, and tired of the stress.” Draco replied with a resigned sigh.
“Ahh, well as you can see, if we talk nicely, I have nothing bad to say to provoke you.” Harry said, “want to start over, on the right foot?” he offered his hand as a gesture of goodwill.
Draco smiled, and Harry stood mesmerized until he felt that thinner hand grasp his own. The fingers were graceful and slender, but strong and firm. The heat from a handshake usually only slightly more than the pair of hands clasping, but with this their hands burned. The flames spread out into their arms, and flushing the whole body. They did not take their eyes away for even the briefest of moments.

Draco felt as if his whole soul was being cleansed with the touch of an angel.

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