- Rating:
- 15
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Ships:
- Other Canon Witch/Harry Potter Albus Dumbledore/Minerva McGonagall Ginny Weasley/Harry Potter Minerva McGonagall/Tom Riddle
- Characters:
- Other Canon Witch Albus Dumbledore Harry Potter Minerva McGonagall Tom Riddle Lord Voldemort
- Genres:
- Angst Humor
- Era:
- Tom Riddle at Hogwarts
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix J.K. Rowling Interviews or Website
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Published: 04/14/2007Updated: 10/04/2007Words: 5,047Chapters: 3Hits: 2,481
Professional Pranksters I: The Hogwarts Four
Alexannah
- Story Summary:
- Harry takes a seemingly useful field trip to the 1940s, but within hours of arriving is distracted by something he did not expect. Tom Riddle has his eye on a sixteen-year-old Minerva McGonagall and she's not doing a lot to stop his advances. How can Harry stop the impending disaster without completely messing up history? He can't ...
Chapter 02 - You're Not German
- Posted:
- 10/04/2007
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- 460
Harry steadied
himself, feeling slightly dizzy. As the swirling lights cleared, he saw he was
in the room he had just left - but everyone was gone: Dumbledore, Ron,
Hermione, Professor McGonagall, everyone. He shook his head as if trying to rid
his ears of water. Had it worked?
A bell rang near him, making him start, signalling the end of classes. He
sighed once he realised what it was. He could hear students beginning to make
their way up the corridor outside.
He checked his watch - it still read the same time, but the small digital box
that said the date now read 15/09/1942.
He'd made it. There was no going back now.
Harry's hold tightened on his belongings. Dumbledore had advised him not to
take a school trunk, as the style had changed quite dramatically over the last
few decades. The same could be said for the uniforms, so Harry was dressed in a
shirt and trousers that fitted in with the year, and sported a small suitcase
that also blended in.
"Right," he muttered. "To-do list."
He fished in his pockets and brought out a large sheaf of parchment. Most of it
had been written by Dumbledore, though Professor McGonagall had apparently
added in her bit. Harry hadn't looked through it, but he supposed it was a list
of things that he would need to learn to fit in with the year. He'd also had to
brush up on his history before he came - he'd had a three-hour lecture on the
Grindelwald war (which was apparently still running in this time) from
Dumbledore, and a brief list of do's and don'ts regarding revealing future
information. The last thing anyone wanted to do was change the future
dramatically.
1. Tell Professor Dumbledore who you are
and why you're there. (This part looked very odd to Harry in Dumbledore's
own handwriting.) Do not reveal Tom
Riddle's name. Do not tell him the outcome of the war. Avoid mentioning the war
if you can help it. Do not tell him your parents' names or about the prophecy.
Do not mention the Voldemort war(s) at all. Do not tell him anything about
future teaching placements at Hogwarts. Do not tell him about sherbet lemons.
"OK," Harry muttered aloud, "I can do that."
He waited until he couldn't hear anyone outside, then slipped out of the door
and quietly made his way to the office that to him was Professor McGonagall's,
but now should be Dumbledore's.
"Right," he thought, "here goes."
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"Come in."
Albus heard the door open and close. He held out a hand to stop whoever-it-was
from speaking as he finished signing the paper, then looked up, replacing his
quill. "What do you ..." He trailed off.
He knew all the students by name and was positive he'd never seen this one
before. The boy looked around fifteen and was wearing Muggle clothes. He had
messy black hair that flopped in his face, deep green eyes Albus had only seen
on one person before, and a just-visible mark on his forehead.
"Um ... Who are you?"
The boy sat down on the chair next to his desk without invitation. "My name's
Harry, Harry Potter, and I'm from the future." He spoke quickly, as if doing so
would lessen the shock.
"Well." Albus leaned back in his seat, staring at the boy who, now he thought
of it, reminded him of someone he couldn't place. "I can't say I've heard that
one before."
Harry pulled a Chocolate Frog card from his pocket and dropped it on Albus'
desk. He picked it up. The back had been wiped blank deliberately, but on the
front was a picture of himself ... an older self. His hair had gone silver and he
had many more wrinkles. Albus was pleased, however, to see that his
photographic self at least looked just as energetic as himself now.
He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I've been working too
hard."
A smile curled Harry's mouth. "You're not hallucinating, Professor."
"I'm not? Damn." Albus rubbed his eyes. "Who are you?"
"I've already told you sir, my name's Harry Potter. But I'm afraid I can't tell
you more than that."
"If you're really from the future -"
"I am."
"- how did you get here?"
Right on queue, Fawkes appeared in a burst of flame and settled on Harry's
knee.
"I think Fawkes has just answered that," Harry said with a smile, petting the
phoenix.
"What are you here for?"
"Not to change anything, if that's what you mean," Harry replied. "Merely to
gather information. But I can't tell you what or what for ... at risk of changing
the future."
Albus nodded. "I understand. May I ask you how far in the future you come
from?"
Harry chewed his lip, before apparently deciding it wouldn't do too much harm
if he said. "Fifty years, give or take."
Albus let out a low whistle. "Quite a period." He paused, then added quietly as
a thought struck him, "You're not German."
Harry stared at him, and suddenly seemed to realise what he meant and laughed.
"No, I'm not."
Questions exploded in Albus' head and he pushed them away, but a bubble of hope
swelled inside him nonetheless. By the look on his face, Harry seemed to be
thinking he'd said too much, and Albus forced himself to swallow the subject.
"You wish to stay at Hogwarts, I take it?"
"Yes, sir."
"May I ask why you came to me, and not the Headmaster? You don't have to
answer," he added quickly as Harry hesitated, "I was just curious."
"Well," Harry seemed to be choosing his words very carefully, "I know you, sir
- the future you - and I have reason to trust you with the information." Albus
nodded. "I would rather the Headmaster or anyone else didn't know where I was
from, sir - or my name, for that matter."
"Understandable," Albus agreed. "But we will have to have some sort of story
for the Headmaster - I doubt he would accept a student with no apparent
background or education."
Harry bent down and opened his suitcase, taking out a sheaf of papers on the
top. "I have these, sir. Records of home tutoring and OWL results, all signed
and official."
Albus took them, unable to hide the fact that he was impressed. "These are very
good. They are forgeries, I take it?"
"Yes, sir. I attend Hogwarts back in my own time, the only things that are the
same are the OWL results. I decided it was best to be honest - actually, you
did."
Albus chuckled as he noted the D for Divination, but then he spotted the mark
for Defence and whistled. "Outstanding with Honours? I'm impressed."
Harry flushed. "Thank you, sir."
"May I ask how long you think you will be staying? Professor Dippet will want
to know that."
"Probably till the end of the year," Harry replied. Albus detected a note of
sadness in his voice.
"Is there something troubling you?"
Harry sighed. "It's just my friends, sir. I'm going to miss them."
Albus smiled at him. "I'm sure you will find some friends here, Mr Potter. We
have some very interesting pupils in sixth year - You are a sixth year, correct?"
Harry nodded. "Yes. I'm taking NEWT Defence, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology
and ... hopefully Potions."
"Hopefully? You got Exceeds Expectations."
"I know - It's just my previous Potions master would only accept students with
Os. I wasn't sure what the situation here was."
"I see. Yes, you will be able to do Potions here, Mr Potter." Harry breathed a
sigh of relief. "Now, I think it is time we paid a visit to the Headmaster,
don't you?"
Harry grinned.
TBC ...