Disclaimer: Not mine. Harry Potter is the creative work of an author named J. K. Rowling, and as I am not female nor, am I British, I’m obviously not her.

Time travel and prodigy Harry. For the most part, this is just an exercise in writing for me. I have so many ideas for fanfiction stories, but I know I’m crap for writing. And also while this story is canon applicable, this Harry went through a very different life. (Read horcruxes and deathly hallows are in this story but books did not happen the way J.K wrote them.) I have plans for this story, and am very hopeful that I might actually continue a story for once… I don’t have a beta; if anyone cares I’d like one. Please comment about what can be done to improve my story or my writing style in general. I am currently living off of my ‘B’ student grades in 11th grade English, and of course the wonderful word spell and grammar check. (Sarcasm.) This story does have a plot but it might take a while to get to it…

Summary: After saving the world from the menace known as Voldemort, the ministry is quick to capture Harry; it wouldn’t due to let him become the next dark lord after all. They sentence him to be killed through use of one of the DoM’s many secrets, the White Room. AU. Time travel. NoShip?

Ok well, here goes nothing.

Hero?

Chapter one.

There were things I had wanted to do with my life. You know the normal stuff most people want to do; falling in love, getting a job, actually living with out looking over my shoulder every minute. One would think that after dying, and choosing to come back to save everyone, the least the world could do for me was to let me live my life. But it was of course not to be.

It was something about being too dangerous that was what the medi-witch told me when I had awoken. They had forced magical suppressors on me and, to my surprise; my so called “girl-friend” was even the one who had done it. While I was sleeping of course, need to learn to pick them better. They were worried about what I would do with the power I had gained.  It wasn’t everyday someone had gained possession of all of the Deathly Hallows after all.

Wasn’t even going to get a trial, couldn’t get a chance to say that all I wanted was to move away and start a family. They thought I would overthrow the ministry, which wouldn’t be that hard mind you but…

Minutes after I had awoken the medi-witch told me with a smug grin on her face what was going to happen to me. I was going to be ‘forced’ through the White Room. This actually made me happy; it had been a long standing theory that no one could survive the pure white contents of the room. Some said it was the power of Love, which was really sad, considering that love wasn’t a white magic at all but, eh.

I had wanted to see the place for myself for a while, after my first visit back with the whole veil debacle. That had been fun I ran through and the bloody thing broke, crumbled to the ground, and with it my Godfather. She had transported me to the Atrium of the ministry, where an accompaniment of Aurors waited.

I let out a whistle seeing the crowd of men in front of me, they sure weren’t taking chances. There had to be at least twenty Aurors in front of me. I waved happily towards the group in front of me, and wasn’t the least bit surprised to see them jump in shock. I shouldn’t have been able to move my hands, after all.

“So, the White Room? You guys afraid I won’t die if you try other means?” I said sarcastically.

“Potter! You are under arrest for treason, and are to be sentenced to death,” A snobby court Auror remarked. (Think of a scribe, they just read out arrest warrants, didn’t do any real work.)

“Treason? Really? Is that the best you can do? What makes you think I’ll go willingly?” I remarked, smirking, this was going to be fun.

“Potter, we’ve got you under magical restraints, you won’t be able to stop us from taking you.” The snob replied, he seemed to try matching my smirk, but was failing.

“Oh yeah, you mean these things?” I laughed holding up what appeared to be a red, glowing set of muggle hand-restraints.  The Auror’s face fell, and a split second later twenty wands were aimed straight for me. Before, I could blink, a massive red wall barreled towards me. I shrugged the spells off and waved my hands with a dramatic flair. The ground began to shake and people began sinking into the floor, it wouldn’t kill anyone, I just wanted to make an impression.

I left two Auror’s standing, the Snob and a low level recruit. Not wanting this to go on longer than needed, I feigned magical fatigue. Letting the two Aurors ‘capture’ me, I sighed and let them lead me away.

We stopped walking, and I looked forward, recognizing the place. I felt the immense power drawing me in. It was the strangest room in the place, which is saying a lot for the DoM, just a simple pale, white door that seemed to shine, even in the pure darkness that resonated down the hallway. It was odd in that not even the unspeakables knew how it got there; it had just appeared one day on the end of a rarely used hallway. (Not that they would tell you.)

“So you guys want me to walk in there? You know you can’t force me; mind magic doesn’t work around me.” Seeing the smug expression on the Snob’s face, I bent my head and sighed. Wait for it… Wait for it…

“Imperio.”

‘Walk forward and into the White room boy, I haven’t got all day.’ A voice growled inside my head.

I shook my head and laughed, “You really think you can force me? I told you that mind magic won’t work on me. How about this you two sit down and play patty cake and I’ll walk through of my own volition.”

‘I told you to move!’ rang the voice once again, a bit more forcefully this time.

Deciding to play with the Auror I moved two paces to the right, before looking at the man with a smirk on my face. He was turning a nice shade of red.

“And I told you that Mind magic does not work on me, at all, in any form, none. It just won’t work. Why don’t you make this easier on yourself and do what I asked so I’ll go peacefully?” I responded, wanting to cry at the bureaucrat’s idiocy. This is going to go on for hours I can feel it. “Look how about this sing the Alphabet and I’ll walk through! I’m trying to compromise here, humor me in my last moments of life!”

The Snob was fuming and had a bulging vein on his forehead, reminding me a bit of uncle Vernon. ‘I told you to walk through the door!’

“Ok. Fine I give up I’ll do it,” I sighed moving my arms dramatically, “But your coming with me.” I grabbed the Auror and in a quick movement forced him into the white room. I followed after and sighed, ‘really shouldn’t have done that, but oh well.’

“Oh, Merlin! It’s him Lily, Run take Harry and run please! I.. I love you. Please run and save Harry! I’ll try to hold him off!”

Now this is new… I stared into the startling green eyes of my mother, as she picked me up off the floor. I tried grabbing for her hair, but my hands had been pinned down by her grip. I heard laughter as the front door was blasted open. Oh god him again. I realized what was happening and using magic I forced myself out of my mother’s hands… If I worked this right… I could save my parents, and get Tom off my back for a few years in the process. I was floating in the air, almost flying, using magic to put myself between my parents and the Dark Lord. I could hear my parents shouting but this was for the best, not like I would get hurt or anything.

Magic began flaring between us as Tom, cackled and said in too calm a voice, “Avada Kedavra.” I snorted, or attempted to, wasn’t something my body was accustomed to doing. And let the spell hit me. Once again, as it had the past five times the spell had been used against me, it rebounded before hitting the man and exploding. I giggled, as that seemed the only type of amusement I could display before falling to the ground.

The screaming stopped and I stared at the forms of my parents they looked like everyone said they would. Well, sort of, James’s nose seemed to be a bit more pronounced than mine, that and he was clean shaven. I started giggling again making debris from the door float trying to get my father’s attention

I hope this Voldemort poses a problem; the last one was just too easy. I could see tears in his eyes as he realized what had happened.

“Oh, Peter, how could you…” James whispered, silently crying wondering what he had done to deserve this betrayal. “Lily, he’s really dead isn’t he?” James’s eyes had drifted to the broken front door.  He put his arm around his wife before staring at me with wide eyes.

“Oh, my goodness! James! Lily!” A voice called from outside the house, a voice I had not heard in years. A man with long black hair rushed into the house, with his wand out and a spell on the tip of his lips.

“Sirius! He’s dead, Sirius, Voldemort is gone!” James said with a blank face, still not comprehending what had happened. More shouts came from outside and what seemed to be an entire army tried to enter the house, with a very old wizard leading the group. “Albus, my son, I-I don’t know how it happened but he managed to reflect Voldemort’s curse back at him. He’s gone the spell exploded.”

A spell flew from the end of Albus’s wand as he noticed Sirius for the first time. My godfather crumpled to the ground not expecting to be cursed by the Light Lord. I got a little pissed off at that, and before anyone knew what hit them Albus had lost his wand, Sirius was revived and Albus was hanging by his ankle. I giggled clapping my hands at the funny sight, before making the elder wand vanish, and making the elderly man spin around a little in the air.

“Albus! Why did you attack Sirius?” James asked seeming more shocked at Albus’s behavior than by my abundant and bizarre wave of magic.

“James, Sirius is the one who betrayed you to Voldemort, everyone knows he’s your secret keeper! It was in the Daily Prophet” Albus said frantically, trying to get the other mans attention, “I have inside sources that confirm he’s a dangerous Deatheater!”

“Sirius wasn’t our secret keeper, Peter Pettigrew was. And I think we have more pressing matters than that Albus. He’s gone Albus, Voldemort is gone!”

 Ten years later...

I love Tuesdays, nothing bad ever happens on a Tuesday, it’s like the heavens made the day holy so nothing would go wrong. I sighed, today was the second time I’d be celebrating my eleventh birthday and it was sadly not a Tuesday and not really something I was looking forward to. It just meant that much less time to prepare for school, I had a world to please after all. I jumped off my non existent bed and began my morning exercises. (I sleep in the air, doesn’t everybody?)

I was thinking I’d start the year off with disproving Alged’s theory of equal disproportion, (Any time spent crafting each part of a potion will be disproportionately equal to the effectiveness of the potion.) Wizard’s come up with the most absurd ideas. And maybe end it by disproving the third law of transfiguration (Animals, plants, or food, that are transfigured, summoned or created by magic in any form, could not be used as a viable resource for consumption in any form.) Yeah it was going to be a fun year. Maybe even throw in a little charm spells on gold based objects, give the world a fright.

It was around noon, when I stopped exercising. (Both magical and mundane.) I stopped, took a shower and got ready, in a somewhat happy mood. It wasn’t every day that you turned eleven for the second time after all. Pulling on my customary day clothes, (a white shirt, shorts and a light black robe) and left my room.

I wanted to make an entrance this morning, so I summoned my magic and began crafting. In the middle of the hall outside my room a yellow cloud started forming, it was something I had seen in one of Hermione’s secret Manga stashes. I jumped on to the cloud, and sped down the hall before heading downstairs.

“Mom! Dad! Look what I can do!” I burst into the kitchen and started performing all kinds of twists and turns on my “nimbus cloud” as I recall the thing being called. Sadly my parents didn’t seem to react the way I wanted them to, as always. I sighed seeing their disapproving faces and got off of the cloud before taking a seat at the kitchen table. Seemed they didn’t really care for my antics.

“So what’s for breakfast?” I asked gazing lazily at my empty plate.

“Eggs and bacon as usual, Harry,” My mom responded. Blech. Eggs weren’t my thing; never liked the taste. Add to that bacon, and well there goes my breakfast.

“Oh, never mind then, I’m not hungry.” I responded, while pushing the chair I had just vacated under the kitchen table. Leaving the room, I headed for the ‘Library’, which was really just a room, with a couch and a bookcase full of my parent’s old textbooks.

Living with my parents had been different than I had expected, sure they loved me, but there was always this strained feeling in the house. I was thinking they were afraid of me or something. It also really bugged me that I didn’t get a single wish of a happy birthday during the day; it was almost like the Dursley’s all over again.

Even Albus was a mite scared, at the level of magical control I possess. About a week or two ago, he tried to force me into a magical control ring that would ‘drain my magic for my own good.’ Needless to say Albus’s plan didn’t succeed; the ring broke mere seconds after he placed it on my finger. The look on his face was priceless.

I sat down on the couch, after having grabbed a book from the shelf. It was the Fundaments of Alchemy, by Albus Dumbledore, (deceased, not to be confused with the headmaster.) A long time favorite of mine as it was a very good fiction book, which saddened me that it was up for a recommended reading list for those wishing for potions or alchemy mastery. Even the ever-famous Nicholas Flamel had endorsed it which I’m sure was his attempt at keeping everyone from his secret.

After levitating a ball of fire above my head so I could read, I flipped the pages of my book to the first chapter. I then pulled out my quill and began to make corrections, annotating on the sides of the pages.

The three rules of Alchemy:

The first rule every wizard must remember when trying their hand at the precise realm of magic known as Alchemy is that not only does it require precise application of ingredients, temperature, and magic, but also requires weeks of dedication, and a willingness to succeed.

Almost entirely inaccurate, of course, most Alchemical creations take less than a minute to make. Many, of which are used in a long chain of ingredients for varying Alchems. What most people don’t know is that many of these ingredients have varying uses ranging from a simple cure for a cold, to strengthening bones and prolonging life. (Not to be confused with the PS, which produces the elixir of life.) Alchemy is weird in that most reactions will take place, taking no heed in the time or condition the reactions take place in, the only downside to this is the fact that each Alchem can take up to one-hundred different parts for just the base.

The second rule is not much of a rule, but of a basis in fact and logic. Here give it a try Potions is to liquids as Alchemy is to _____________?

Umm… Liquids and solids? This guy really knows how to spin things, really Alchemy being limited to solids, makes me laugh, I really mean it. I wonder how this guy explains away the fact that the Philosophers Stone creates an Elixir or that when it turns an object to gold the ‘stone’ melts into a liquid solution. The fact is that the true analogy should be Potions is to Chemistry and Cooking, as Alchemy is to itself. There is no way to possibly compare Alchemy to any other form of magic. Just can’t be done.

The third rule of Alchemy is the hardest to grasp, it is with great regret that I tell you, my dear reader, that no two Alchemical reactions can ever be repeated.

And the world really wonder’s what happened to Alchemy… This of course, means that according to them, there will never be another Philosopher’s stone for ol’ St. Nick to fret over. The wizarding world has this old tradition that certain things or events are one time only. Such as a muggleborn being the triwizard champion for Durmstrang (and winning) or the creation of a horcrux, or a hostile ministry takeover by a pureblood favoring dark lord. Which of course, managed to happen, plenty of times over the years, it really is a fine piece of propaganda.

“HARRY!” A voice shouted from the next room over. I sighed before plastering a smile on my face. I then levitated the book back to its shelf, while simultaneously running from the room. It would be quite a while before I would remember the flaming orb I had left floating precariously in the Library room.

I entered to see the fire place lit and more people than just my parents in the room. I grinned happily assuming the people were here for my birthday.

My mom looked towards me and smiling said, “Come, on Harry time to go, we have lots to do today.” She grabbed my hand and led me to the floo. “You know how it works Harry. Our destination is Diagon alley.

Diagon alley? On my birthday? I wonder what for…

It was pitch black, not the comforting kind of pitch black when you have all the lights out and your snug in your bed ready for sleep. But instead, the kind of black that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, that makes you want to cower in fear, or scream for help. It was the deep all encompassing black of not knowing where you were or what had happened. It was a cold black and I was knew what was coming.

I heard the far off cackles, the hollow, yet piercing sound echoing around my head, before embedding itself in my soul for what would seem like the rest of my life. I snapped my fingers creating an orb of fire, it lightened the area and I could see once more. I was in Tom’s bar, and I was most definitely confused. It was noon and not a soul was in sight, tables were upturned, and meals were left half-eaten steam still rising from the food. It seemed like a tornado had been through the bar, but I knew better

I could hear the soulless moans of the lost, and my heart ached. They were defenseless and this was unforgivable. I was angry, and a magical species was about to become extinct… again... Without a seconds hesitation I ran forward to the already open door to Diagon Alley while summoning the death stick. Silver magic was pouring from every point of my body, like wisps of smoke.

As I was running I could hear the ever-present cackle get louder, while screams echoed back in some twisted sort of mock symphony. The once energy-laden street was now a distant memory of its former self. There was a grey haze in the surrounding area and everything was bleak. I walked into the desolate, ruined street and gasped in horror at the scene that met my eyes.

At the end of the alley where what should have been Gringotts the wizarding bank, was a massive black swarm… The Dementors were feasting… seemed like they weren’t the only species that would be suffering causalities tonight. Deciding to end this affair I pointed the death stick towards the mass of Dementors, and shouted “Expecto Patronum!” forcing as much of my magic as I could muster through the wand, which was a lot, really.

A silvery figure burst forth from my wand, taking the same shape as the cloaked figures in front of me. It collided with the group and disappeared. I was left staring in shock.  The surrounding area was getting colder by the second, the cackling was getting louder. I couldn’t move… I couldn’t breathe… I couldn’t see…

“Harry, Harry, Harry.” The voice drawled, “Why must it come to this… So much pureblood spilt because of your silly attempts at defeating me… Do you see what I must do to defend myself” A green flash flew towards me, shock filtered on to my face, and my life flashed before my eyes as my entire body froze in fear…

I could see a figure looming over me, its black cape swaying in an unfelt wind; I shivered unconsciously as it got colder and colder…

“Oh, Merlin! It’s him Lily, Run take Harry and run please! I.. I love you. Please run and save Harry! I’ll try to hold him off!”

FLASH

“Step aside silly girl and I might just spare you,” Voldemort says in a sharp tone, “I’m only here for the boy.”

I can hear my mother sobbing, screaming for him to spare my life. I hear Voldemort scream out ‘Avada Kedavra!’

 I was on the ground and couldn’t move every breath I took was a struggle because the air was heavy and laden with a cold mist. A figure broke away from the giant mass in front of me and came closer. The cloaked figure pulled its hood back; I could see the decaying flesh forming a cruel mockery of the human form. The figure took what seemed like a breath and somehow the already freezing surroundings got even colder. It leaned closer and…

“Hello, Tom fancy seeing you here,” I said casually, I had been inside the Dursleys kitchen eating a careful breakfast, it was some weird sort of cereal that Dudley would always eat, Cheerios or something like that. In front of me at the entrance to the room stood, in a black cloak, wand aimed at me, the dark lord and so-called greatest threat to the world.

“Hello, Harry… Do you know how long it has taken me to track you down? So many hours wasted and so much blood wasted—of course it was all muggle so not too much of a worry. You should see some of the Pensieve memories; one of them even had the audacity to call me sick… Ironic isn’t a muggle calling me sick…” Voldemort was talking lost in his own little world.

I smiled at him from the table, and spoke saying; “So here to kill me, eh, Tom? Took you long enough to find me? So who’d you kill this time, in your quest to find my humble abode? A cop? A priest?”

“The queen of England,” Tom responded blankly.

Shock filtered over my face for a brief second. Was he really that insane? The queen of England? Really? I took a breath to calm myself, and replied, “Well that’s certainly your style isn’t it? So here to end it all then?” Countdown from five and Tom would lose another body. You can set your watch to it.

Five, I took a bite of cereal, chewing noisily.

Four, Voldemort raised his wand threateningly.

Three, I pushed the chair back and got up from my seat.

Two, I put the cereal bowl in the sink, before getting out the soap to wash it; Tom followed me with his wand.

One, Tom pulled back his wand and shouted, “Avada Kedavra!”

Zero, the spell once again rebounded and Tom lost his fourth body.

“Albus how can you be sure Harry still has his soul, there had to be a least a thousand of them! It’s amazing the boy is still breathing they could have ripped him to shreds!” Shouted the voice of what I assumed to be my mother, “And how do you know for sure that the Horcrux was destroyed and not the boy! I never should have agreed to this Albus! If my son doesn’t come back to me, you won’t live to regret it!” I could hear my mom walking away, exaggerating each step as if to prove her anger. I decided I had slept long enough.

“Hello Albus.” I said casually in greeting to the elderly man, “So Dementor’s to remove Riddle’s horcrux, original to say the least.” Albus looked down at me, as shock registered on his face. I smiled. “That didn’t do anything but at least you can say you tried. I assure there is a way to remove the Horcrux but it isn’t pretty.”

In a quick movement, Albus pulled out his wand, (A new one since I had claimed the Elder from him,) and said “Obliviate.”  I let the spell hit me and took on a glazed look, (Appearance only, I swear). Albus calmed considerably and began pacing the room, no doubt, pondering what I had sad earlier.

As if recovering from a daze, I looked around the room taking quick note of my surroundings. I was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts, in the corner bed of a row of sterile looking white sheet fitted beds. If there was one thing I never understood about Albus Dumbledore, it was his unwavering faith in the power of Madame Pomfrey when it came to healing.

Almost lose my life due to a possessed teacher trying to strangle me- sent to Madame Pomfrey. Hand bitten off by a basilisk—sent to Madame Pomfrey, (Sure a Phoenix healed me, and it miraculously grew back, but really!) Supposedly confounded by a mass-murdering psychopath—sent to Madame Pomfrey, (as opposed to a mind healer.) Wrist slit to revive Tom, over-exposure to the Cruciatus curse, magical exhaustion, (that’s what they said but I didn’t believe them for a second,)—sent to Madame Pomfrey. And the list goes on and on and on and on. If this had been a muggle school I would have been sent to the emergency room by now.

I had to think this through carefully, Albus Dumbledore was in the room and I had no idea of the level of power he put into his Obliviation spell. I guess I had to wing it… I thought on making up some crack and bull story about how Tom riddle had possessed me and that some how Albus had managed to free me, but that wouldn’t quite work. I sighed, silently before making my decision. Screw it. Looking up at the century old man, I cleared my voice and said, “Albus, I’m sorry to disappoint you but, your Obliviation didn’t work. It’s weird you know, even in my first life mind magic didn’t affect me in the least.”

Once again, I apparently caught Albus off guard, as I his beard was twitching, and his annoying eye sparkle was completely missing. “Do you remember this?” I said lazily summoning the Elder wand. I held it up to the old man. “Remember how you found yourself floating in the air? And do you remember Sirius? And about how you tried to get him arrested for being a death eater? And then did you panic when your precious third Deathly Hallow disappeared?” I was goading the old man with the wand and I knew it.

With a quick movement, belying his age, he grabbed for the wand and took it. He smirked triumphantly, before the wand banished reappearing in my hand. He began sputtering in confusion. “What, you didn’t know? Unless I die you just can’t take the Elder wand from me, it has to be won in a duel, or taken with magic.”

Albus grabbed for his wand again, and said “Obliviate” once more, I let the spell hit me and then rolled my eyes, at the old mans pathetic attempt.

I was getting a strange sense of Déjà vu here. “I told you that mind magic doesn’t work on me you old, manipulative fool!” I cackled manically. (For dramatic effect.)

“Tom?” Albus questioned, looking at me, probably trying to read my mind. I laughed a shallow and bitter laugh.

“Do you really think that lowly of me Albus? That the mere shadow of that fool, Tom Riddle, could ever take control of me? Really? I am going to offer you a choice Albus, and for your sake, I hope you make the right one.” I smirked at the man, as his brow furrowed in confusion, I swear he had no idea what was going on, and I loved every second of it. “This choice is very easy; you either listen to me or agree that you will do as I say, or I will make the next six years, until you have Snape kill you at the Astronomy Tower, a living hell.”

Albus Dumbledore wise as he may be had no clue what was going on, nor what I was doing, and that was the way I liked it. “I’m waiting you have one minute to decide.”

Albus had made his choice, I could tell, his eyes had resumed their infamous (to me) twinkling and his face cleared. That and the fact that he was headed right for me, aided in my conclusion.

“Ah. So, Harry, I think it’s safe to assume that you are indeed yourself. Now might I inquire as to how you know so much?” Albus said his eyes blazing fiercely.

I smirked, “Wouldn’t you love to know. Now I believe I gave you a choice have you come to your decision?” I could feel him trying to perform Legilimancy, the old man would never learn. I decided to give him a shock, and reversed the spell. It was a unique experience for the headmaster to say the least.

I, or at least my mental image of myself, appeared in the courtyard of my least favorite place on earth. Hogwarts. It was of course, the place I had spent seven years being tortured in but, eh. I for one was amazed that he picked this place for his Occlumency shields; I would’ve had him pegged for a sock factory kind of guy. But I guess this could do.

“Albus?” I shouted hoping that he made a good host and would appear. It wouldn’t do for him to leave me out here in the cold after all. Thunder boomed off in the distance, and the water of Hogwarts Lake rippled, as an unseen wind blew across its shore. Swirling dark clouds appeared over head, it began to pour; heaps of rain fell mercilessly from the sky. A gray swirling vortex appeared, and out popped the wizened old headmaster. Dramatic.

“Impressive Albus, have I ever shown you my entrance? It’s quite the sight to behold.” I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear, I think. “So have you come to a decision? My patience is wearing thin, and I would love to have you on my side.”

The old man sent a wave of magic at me, as if trying to send me away from his mind. I considered letting it take me out but, things would be so much easier to handle here. For what seemed like the hundredth time Albus’ face twisted into confusion, before he said. “I don’t see what power you have over me Harry, but I know for certain you don’t have the ability to force my hand.”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed, saying “Albus I assure you that you have no idea of the kind of power I am capable of. Your little attempt to knock me out didn’t even faze me.”  I smirked at him, “You know what Albus I am going to give you a chance to try and force me out of your mind. One free shot as powerful as you can make it, and if you succeed in forcing me out of your mind, I will do everything you want me to and be the perfect little hero. If you fail… well lets just wait and see shall we?”

I stood still, patient and immovable on the edge of Hogwarts where the wards end in real life, I was standing on what was quite literally the edge of his mind. It would make it easier on the old mans ability to push me out, not that he would be able to though. I ‘braced’ myself and prepared for Albus’ attempt at expelling me. It didn’t take long; I felt a gentle urging to leave, when what I should have felt would have leveled a field of Occlumens. I once again, as I often like to tell people, said, “Mind magic doesn’t work on me I really can’t believe you fell for that.” His face fell, and I swear a saw a tear. “Albus, for your sake, (and mine) please just say you will agree to my terms!”

I could see his inner turmoil and still obvious state of confusion, and then he began to speak. “What are you? Why are you tormenting that poor little boy? Have you no sense of common decency?”

I shook my head at the man and his amazing ability to come to the wrong conclusions. I took this as his acceptance and had already given up on trying to get him to commit. I would just tell him my plan and force him to comply.

Dumbledore sent another wave of force at me, still trying to force me from his mind. I was getting a little annoyed at Albus’ antics. I decided he had already had enough time to make his choice. And as such Dumbledore had forfeited his free will in the discussion.

“Well, seeing as you have yet to respond and tell me your choice I just have to make you comply.” I jumped to the old man and with a twirl of sorts expelled us from his mind, before forcing him into mine.

Now the thing about Occlumency is that normally when any witch or wizard starts making the shields, their mind will subconsciously create a place for them to guard in place of memories. Now, if a wizard is powerful enough they can generally control what it is they guard, for example Dumbledore has Hogwarts.

The reason why I brought this up is that, for whatever reason my subconscious originally picked the Gryffindor common for my place to store my mind. I would’ve been happy with that if it weren’t for the simple fact that I was in Slytherin and simply felt insulted by its suggestion. (Please don’t ask how I know what the Gryffindor common room looks like; it’s a very long story and not a good one either.)

When I finally allowed Albus see where we were, the first sight that would meet his eyes was the bed he had forced me to sleep in for sixteen years, even after I proved the blood wards didn’t work. He was my magical guardian after all and could force me to live there. I tapped the frail form of Albus and then I began to talk, “So Albus do you know where we are? Hmm?”

I knew he did, it was all a part of his master plan that I get placed here. I could see it in his eyes. This man was extremely intelligent but completely aloof from the world, if he hadn’t been such a slime ball in his youth the world would have been a much better place. “Why did you take me to the Dursleys, Harry?” Albus said understanding slowly overcoming his features.

“I didn’t, we are in my mind.”

“How old are you Mr. Potter? Why? How?”

“Oh, so glad to see that you are finally on the right track and want to know things Albus, I see how it is. Sad, though you’ve all but declined my request so I can’t go and tell you.” I smiled sadly at the man.

“But, Mr. Potter, I must know these things, Time travel is a very dangerous thing to mess around with. As Head of the Wizengamot, the British Head of the ICW, and as your Headmaster I implore that you tell me!”

“Oh, pulling the fancy title cards, are we? Two can play at that game! Fine then, as your Student, as your fabled Boy-Who-Lived, as the Defeater of Voldemort, and as the Master of Death, and my personal favorite, the savior to whom you owe a life debt, I demand that you comply with me, and listen to what I have to say!” With a sudden flare of magic, Albus and I were back in the hospital wing. Albus was very pale and seemed as if he had been the one forced through a Dementor attack. No, ambush.

“I’m not giving you a choice any more, Albus, I will tell you everything but you will do anything I order you to. If you’re good I’ll even throw in a little treat for you once I finish off the so-called heir of Slytherin. Do you understand me?” I saw him backing away trying to escape but there would be none. I pointed my wand at the man a spell on my lips. It was time to show him the big guns.

With a flourish of my cape, and a single wave of my left hand, my ensemble was complete. Around my shoulders was the Cloak of Death, resting on my left hand was the Ring of Death and pointed straight for Albus was the Wand of Death. I could see the old man trying to think of a way out of this, but I halted his progress. “Don’t even think of trying something, this isn’t even the tip of the Iceberg when I’m concerned. Now stop your fidgeting and make an oath that you will follow me, at least until The Dark Lord is completely vanquished in all of his forms, horcruxes and followers included. Now!”

I had no clue why but I was angry at the man, and knew subconsciously that if he didn’t comply then he wouldn’t be living any more, even if I wanted him to. A bluish glow emanated from around us, encircling us and forming a dome. I stared at him in shock, he was actually complying.

He took out his wand, which I noticed with amusement was my old one -- Holly and Phoenix feather -- I tapped his wand with the edge of my Elder to initiate the oath, it would’ve been pointless after all to make an oath, if it wasn’t accepted.

In a solemn voice I said the terms of the oath “In exchange for the knowledge that I will share with you, you will obey me, and not betray my secrets to anyone. I will release you from the oath after Voldemort and his followers perish, and you insure me that I will be able to live my life the way I want after this is done. No reparations, no ministry Aurors arresting me for treason, no forcing me to solve the worlds problems, I want peace. These are the limits of your Oath. Do you accept them?”

Albus nodded solemnly. “I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, do hereby agree to the terms of the magical Oath set forth by Harry James Potter.” The blue dome split and collapsed in on us, before the magic from our wands poured out and finished the oath.

Please any comments on how to improve the quality of my work are greatly appreciated. Things like grammar, plot holes, loose ends, places where there is a lack of description, anything really. I’m willing to bet I made more than a few mistakes as word’s abc/grammar check did a lot of stuff to my story and I know I don’t have the skills necessary to correct the mistakes. Actually had this posted at FF.net as 4 different chapters. but decided to put them all together for this one.