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A Trainride to Remember

A/N: Ok, this started out without lemons. All plans were for this to only be a simple little chapter... but oh well. BTW I don't own HP.
Please read and review... thanks for the others they really helped give me some ideas. Oh, and if anyone wants to take one of these chapters feel free and expand on it all I ask is that you give me some cred and point them in this direction. Thanks.



Harry once again found himself falling towards the dimensional rivers below him. In the time he was falling he studied the junction where all rivers flowed together. That had to be his birth. So, the farther away from his birth must mark how much older he is in that dimension. Harry studied the rivers and found one that seemed deeper than the others. He angled his body towards that one.

He struck the surface and instantly found himself in the midst of a tuck and roll towards a wall. A curse exploded above his head as a maniacal voice that he prayed he never heard again mocked, “Come out and play, little Harry.”

Harry examined his surroundings and saw that he was in the Department of Mysteries hallway, just outside the Death Chamber. Gathering his nerve he called out, “Bella, you play just a bit too rough. I’m sure the Dark Tosser probably likes it that way, but I’d rather you just die!”

The Black haired psychotic witch lost her composure and ran towards where Harry was hiding. This was just what he wanted. With her out of control he knew she would make a mistake. Surely enough she came too close and he was able to jump out at her before she could finish her curse. “Didn’t your beloved mentor ever teach you that silent casting is best in a situation like this?” With one simple move he broke her wrist and took the wand from her hand. With his open hand he wandlessly turned her clothes into ropes and bound her naked for the world to see. He took a look at her knickers and with a wave of his hand it became a gag that wrapped itself around her mouth. Taking his wand he flicked it at her and she was jerked into the air slightly above the ground so her tits dragged against the rough hewn stone floor. As he opened the door to the Death Chamber he remarked, “I’m sorry Bellatrix I just can’t seem to raise you far off the ground!”

Albus Dumbledore stopped in his tracks at the sight of the child he considered his protégé dragging in one of the most feared of Voldemort’s inner circle. “Mr. Potter, what did you do to her?” he asked in a mixture of awe and revulsion. He noticed the trail of blood flowing from her breasts.

Realizing that he had just lost his godfather in this room he slipped into character and spat, “I just disarmed this bitch and bound her.” He turned to the veil and said quietly, “Now, she’s going to find out what is on the other side of this arch!”

He expected Albus to stop him, instead Remus stepped in the way. “Harry, listen to yourself, you are putting yourself down to her level.” he gripped him by the shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes, “Sirius would not want you to do this.”

Harry’s hard eyes of revenge saw truth in what he was saying, however, it was not the message the werewolf intended. “You know, you’re right. I don’t think he would want her in the same place he is.” Harry turned to the witch and placed his wand under her chin, “Avada Ke-“ he was stopped by Dumbledore this time who brandished the Elder wand and was stunned immediately.
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Later that night he woke up from the stunning he received with a jolt. Harry could feel that even though this Harry was a light wizard, he was definitely more in touch with his darker side than he ever remembered being. He was unsurprised to find that he was in the medical wing of Hogwarts once again. Leaning up he shook his head slightly to remove the cobwebs then he put on his glasses. His eyes adjusted to the slight amount of light and saw his friends in cots of their own surrounding him as he rose from the bed. After checking on them and finding that they were all in similar states as in his timeline he then turned to the other side of the room. In one of the beds he saw the cow, Umbridge. Harry walked towards her and put his hand on her forehead. She instantly woke up and looked into the emerald green eyes.

“Hello, Dolores.” he whispered. Before she could speak he wandlessly evaporated her voice. “Now, now, we can’t have anyone finding out about our little chat can we?” he watched her shake her head in fright. “Now, you toad let me make something clear. After you leave this place I want you to run. Go. Do not grace this fair isle with your disgusting visage ever. Because the next time I see you, will be the last time you ever see anyone.” he saw a superior look cross her face that made his blood boil, “Do not delude yourself to think that you are better than anyone. If you don’t think I will do it, well let me give you a taste of what I will do. Do you remember what you wanted to do to me earlier this night? Well, let’s see how much you like it?” he grasped her hand and let the Crucio course through his hand and into hers. She writhed in her bed in agony. When he was through he leaned down to her ear and whispered. “Do I make myself clear?” She nodded her head quickly. Harry waved his wand over her face and said, “Now go to sleep, you won’t be able to talk about this to anyone.” at that her chin slumped over to her shoulder and she began snoring.

He had just made it back to his cot when Albus came through the doors. “I see you’re up, Mr. Potter.”

“Yes I am Professor.” he looked around to make sure everyone was asleep. This dimension had already taken a shift, he might as well give it a great push off kilter. He knew that if he was going to do this he needed to play his cards perfectly. If he was stuck in this body Harry knew he could keep one step ahead of Voldemort, if not, then he would surely put a different spin on what could happen. “Sir, I think we need to talk.. Somewhere private.”

“I happen to agree.” he held the door open and Harry plodded along towards the Headmaster’s office.

Harry smiled a bit and asked, “Isn’t Popp– I mean Madame Pomfrey going to have kittens when she realizes I’m out of bed?”

The professor halted momentarily and turned towards the hospital doors and cast his patronus towards her office. “Thank you, Harry. She certainly can be a bit overprotective of her charges.” He looked down towards Harry and sighed, “Harry, you are reacting to Sirius’ death quite differently than I expected.”

“Sir, I will mourn Sirius after I kill Bellatrix.” Harry could not understand the hard edge that he never remembered. Even when he hit the witch with the Cruciatus he never felt the power and conviction to kill another being. Was this part of this new Harry? Was it because of the melding of his power with his current body? Or was it just his internal desires? Harry took a deep breath. If he was going to push the right buttons he had to put those thoughts away. He had to act with a purpose.

“Harry, revenge will only get you so far...”

“But justice will win over all.” Harry interrupted.

“That is true, but is it really up to you to be the executioner?” Albus countered as the gargoyles sprang to life.

“Sir, we can play this verbal chess game all night, but I think it is time for both of us to lay our cards on the table... so to speak.” Harry stated evenly as he took his seat before the Headmaster.

“I could not state it better.”

“Ok, you first: Why did Voldemort want to kill me when I was a baby?” Harry decided that this question would determine how much Dumbledore truly trusted him.

The Headmaster was expecting many things, but he was definitely not expecting the young man to be this straightforward. Harry was relieved that his mentor answered him correctly.

“Now, Harry, explain what happened tonight please.”

Harry took a breath, made sure the Forbidden Forest of his mind was properly shrouded in mist, then began pushing the buttons that he knew he had to. “I was giving into rage, sir. I would think that would be understandable. However, that was not the most important event of the night.”

Dumbledore asked curiously, “What would the most important event of the night be?”

“He was there, tonight.” Harry saw that the professor simply nodded before he continued, “He was in the Chamber. When I was about to kill Bellatrix I could feel his joy. With you in the room he did not dare reveal himself, but when you stunned me he was not happy, at all.” he stopped for a second and confided, “Sir, you understand how our link works, and when he saw that you stopped me from killing Bellatrix he flew into a rage. It opened our link like I’d never experienced.” Harry measured his words and dipped his head slightly. He had to sell this act with conviction, “I saw things he did and ceremonies he performed that would make...” he let out a bit of pent up emotion cloud his voice as he stated again, “he did ceremonies that were vile, and just... just immoral.”

“I’m sorry, Harry. No person should...”

“Don’t be sorry, sir. I’ve learned things that I think will help us in the long run.” Harry gathered himself and waited for Albus to settle back in his chair. “Sir, what would you say if I’ve always thought that it was a bit odd for a diary to take a life of it’s own?”

“I’d say you were probably one hundred percent correct in thinking that.”

Harry leaned forward and put some emphasis on his words, “He has other objects charmed... cursed.... whatever the hell he did to it.”

Harry watched his words register and Professor Dumbledore leaned forward waiting on his words, “He has others?”

“Yes, sir, a... a cup, a locket, some sort of crown, a ring that.... he stole off his own uncle.” He could tell by the look on Dumbledore’s face that he had struck the mother lode. “I can get the crown because I saw where he hid it, He hid the locket in a cave, but I think it was stolen from there.”

“Why do you think that Harry? I’m sure he had the item protected very well.”

“Oh, he did sir. But I remember the locket was in Grimmauld Place this summer. I think we should start there first.”

“I agree.”

“The ring is still hidden in some hovel near Little Hangleton. The cup was given to Bellatrix. He told her to keep it safe...” he paused long enough to pass off a thoughtful gaze and asked in a sense of wonder, “Where is the safest place to keep something... besides Hogwart’s that is?”

Albus stood and looked to Harry. All this time he actually felt that he was close to ending the war before it got started in earnest. “Gringott’s.”

“I think you’re right.” Harry leaned back and pondered, “I wonder what the hope of having cooperation from the ministry or goblins will be?”

Albus stopped and laughed, “I think we’ll have more luck with the ministry than with the goblins... but that is something we will have to work on.”

Harry watched the Professor stand and pace. “Sir, I want to finish this off quickly. I think if we take care of these things now, we can force him into a duel and kill him, once and for all.”

“I think you are right, yet again.” the Professor grabbed his traveling cloak and turned to his young charge, “I need you to stay here, Harry. I’m going to get the ring and bring it back.”

Harry’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as he stood up, “No!” he had to think fast, if this plan was to work he was going to need Dumbledore at his best, not with a withered hand. “I don’t think you need to...” he stammered and sputtered.

“I promise you it will be fine, Harry.” he said as he prepared to take Fawke’s leg.

“Sir, the crown is here in the castle. I need you to help me here.” inspirations struck at the right time, “Send Professor Moody and Remus to gather the ring... we can go get the diadem now.”

“What about the others?” Albus asked.

Harry got up and paced for a few seconds before he slapped his head, “Kreacher!” with a pop the unhappy elf appeared.

“No, no, no, no, no!”

“Kreacher! Quiet!” he shouted. Trying to cover for his actions Harry looked up to the Professor and asked, “If Sirius left Grimmauld to me, then it would make sense that this elf has to do my bidding as well, correct?”

The Professor’s face broke into a smile, “Yes, he would.”

Harry looked down to the elf and ordered, “Well, let’s take a chance here. Kreacher, there was a locket in Grimmauld last year that nobody could open. It had a large S on the face of it. I am ordering you to go get it, return it here to us, and you are not allowed to speak to anyone until you return to me, and I order you to do so.” The elf was frantically shaking his head but soon popped away. Harry waited for what seemed an eternity. Had the thief Mudungus already stolen the necklace? Was it destined to sit on that toad’s neck? With a pop the elf appeared holding the Horcrux. Harry smiled and looked down to Kreacher and said, “You have done your house proud, elf. Thank you.” Kreacher looked up to him with a mixture of hate and wonder. The elf could not figure out why the young boy was acting the way he was? Did he not know he held a part in the events of the night? “Oh, and you may talk now.” Harry ordered.

He plopped the heavy item on the table and looked up to the Headmaster, “Well, that’s one.” Harry nodded to the elf who snapped his fingers and disappeared. “Professor, If I give you the locations of the other horcruxes...” he looked at the professor’s face and nodded, “Yes sir I do know what they are, and after melding with Voldemort I have seen how they are made, I know what they do, hell, I know more dark rituals that it makes my blood boil.” Harry knew that if he was going to sell this act he had to have the right body language. He started fuming and forcing and his face to flush red. “He has to be stopped. If we can capture all those damned objects I want to destroy them, then I want to destroy Voldemort now.”

“Harry, you...”

“I know you may think I’m looking for revenge. I’m not. I want to finish this before anyone else I love is hurt.” Harry waited and then pushed the last button for the night. After this one, he wanted to wait and see what effects they had on life, “He also has some back up plans.”

Albus could not help himself. Here he had a vast wealth of knowledge that would put his army of the light years ahead of Voldemort’s efforts. Part of him felt wrong for using a young boy in such a way, but it was for the greater good. “Continue, Harry.”

“May I look at your wand sir?” Harry had to control his emotions at the look on the professor’s face.

“My wand?”

“Yes, sir. May I look at it?” he saw the aged wizard pause and Harry compromised, “If I could just look at the handle, that would be enough.” Albus showed him the handle of the elder wand and Harry simply nodded his head as if he was putting pieces together. “He wants the elder wand so that he can defeat mine.”

“We can not allow that.” Albus stated with a tinge of remorse. He kept his wand extended as he held a vacant stare into space.

Harry looked at the man and could only imagine the thoughts floating through the elder man’s mind. The thoughts of love gone sour, the heartbreak that had to come in his defeat of Grindlewald, were reflected in his gaze. Harry looked down to the wand, then back up to Albus and knew that for the ‘greater good’ he had to betray his mentor. He only hoped the man would understand. With a speed that surprised even the old man, Harry snatched the wand from the outstretched hand leaving the man struck. “I’m sorry, Professor.”

Albus looked taken aback and started to demand the return of the wand before he saw the logic in what Harry did. “How very Slytherin of you, Harry.” he simply shook his head and remarked, “I have often said I think we sort too soon.”

Harry merely smiled and nodded to him, “I am sure you have a back-up.”

Albus opened a drawer and pulled out the wand he used oh so many years ago. “Yes, I think this is a good move.”

“Sir? The ring?” Harry said pointing to the fireplace. “Do you think you could floo call the Professors?”

“What? Oh yes, of course.”Albus had not felt things spiral out of his control in many years. He rose from his seat and made the appropriate floo calls, gave the details that were needed, and made the suggestions that would help them most. After he rose from the fireplace Harry looked down on his mentor and said, “So, are you ready to gather another?”

“Lead the way, Harry.”

“Sir, you know the way to the Come and Go room as well as I.” Harry said standing aside to let the seasoned warrior pass through the passage first.

“Yes, but I think the day is coming where you will be leading and I will be following.” Albus said clearly referring to matters other than their venture into the Room of Requirements. When they reached the passage in front of Barnabas the Barmy Albus looked down to Harry and gestured to get on with the process.

Harry walked back and forth three times and the door appeared. They entered to the hiding place and Harry led the way down one or two paths muttering, “It’s around here somewhere...” he tried to make it appear as if he had never seen this place before. Finally, he ‘found’ the right aisle and broke into a run as he neared the diadem. “Here!”

Mistaking his elation for recklessness the Professor called out, “Wait! You don’t know what curses he used to protect it!”

“No, sir. He did not have time to do so. Voldemort simply hid it in here thinking that nobody could ever find it.” Albus grabbed him by the shoulder and forced Harry to look at him, “Sir, he did this on a snow covered, winter night when he came to interview for the D.A.D.A. position.”

Albus’ face fell, “Of course. It’s so simple.”

Harry walked forward and simply picked up the crown and held it away from his body. Seeing the raised eyebrow of the professor Harry quipped, “There may not be any curses to protect it, but I’m certainly not going to try it on.”

“Well played.” Dumbledore took a closer look and gasped, “Harry, do you know what we have our hands on?”

Harry looked lopsided at the writing and read, “Wit beyond measure...” Harry huffed, “Well, I’d have to say this belongs to Ravenclaw.”

“So, I guess I’ll have Severus brew up a potion to destroy these things...”

“No, need sir, we have a batch of Basilisk fangs in the Chamber. The leftover venom should be more than enough.” Harry said with a shrug.

Albus studied Harry closely. It seemed that the young boy had this all planned. “You’re right. That should do the job.”

Harry knew he may have been pushing the buttons a bit too hard, but after finding his way back to this point in his life Harry wanted to set this kid’s path early. He wanted to make it easier and let him enjoy life, let him truly be a teen with no mass murderer seeking him out. After leading Albus to the bathroom and down the tunnel to the Chamber they were repulsed by the smell as the doors swung open.

“Wow. Smells like Ron ate too much pork.”

Albus chuckled. “I’ll have to take your word on that one, of course to me, it smells more like Severus after a bit too much cabbage.” They moved to the snake and Albus looked at it appreciatively, “I don’t think I truly appreciated this accomplishment until now.”

Harry rubbed the spot above his elbow and winced in memory. “Yeah, the teeth are a bit of a pain.”

Albus looked to the creature and waved his wand at its mouth. Eight teeth spiraled towards a conjured sack. “Well, that should do it.”

“Sir, we may need to take some venom as well.” Harry suggested as he examined the eye sockets in remembrance.

“That was my next step.” Albus conjured a bottle and corked a pint of the rancid and undiluted venom. It had dried out and was much more toxic. “There, I think we should be able to add a mixture to this and it will be just as potent.”

Albus waved his wand at the tunnel and it became a staircase. The two walked to the Headmaster’s office and was met at the gargoyles by Moody and Remus. “The bloody place was a death trap, Albus. This little prize better well have been worth the trouble!” The duo were much worse for wear. Albus was walking with a bit more of a limp, his robes were singed and he seemed to be nursing his right arm. Remus was a bit better off, his clothes looked a bit more ragtag than normal. They walked up the staircase and Harry placed the diadem on the desktop. He turned to the ‘adults’ and watched Moody open the satchel and placed the ring on the desktop as well.

Albus picked up the ring and seemed to be in his own world as he looked at it lovingly. “The Resurrection Stone...” He moved to put it on his finger and the other three in the room yelled, “NO!” That seemed to break his concentration and he gathered his senses about him again. “Yes... you are... yes, that was foolish.” he cleared his throat and muttered, “Let us get on with this.” Dumbledore took a copper pot from a back room and placed it beside the Horcruxes. He opened the stopper on the vial holding the venom and after tapping the bottom of the bottle with his wand, the sludge slid into the pot. He poured a mixture of water and dragon sweat to the mix and after many stirs he nodded to Harry who picked up one of the teeth and dipped it in the mix.

He pulled it out the pot and dripped it over the table and onto the stone. It sizzled and a black ink wrapped around each drop before it seemed to react. Without waiting for any other reaction Harry struck the stone with the sharp tooth. It dug into the red gem and shuddered. With a melodramatic shriek it gave up it’s ghost and the tooth cracked the stone. The men looked upon the young boy as he examined the tooth. It was darkened and blackened as if it had been dipped into a cauldron of everlasting fire. “Well, one more down.”

Harry smiled at the image of the Gryffindor sword plunging through the locket. He would have preferred to have destroyed it that way, but this was fine as well. Harry gathered another tooth, dipped it in the mixture and dropped it over the locket. He looked to the locket and through Parselmouth ordered it to “Open!” The second it split open he plunged the venomous tooth through the trinket.

Harry repeated the process with the diadem. After they finished their task Moody looked to Dumbledore and asked, “Were those what I think they were?”

“Yes.” the headmaster replied, “and there are definitely one, maybe two more out there.”

“Any ideas?” Remus asked.

“Yes,” Harry responded this time. “There is a cup in the Lestrange’s vault in Gringott’s.”

Both of the former Defense teachers whistled in wonder. After a brief moment Moody sighed, “So, how do we steal it?”

The group were silent again before Remus started to chuckle. The others looked at him like he was going around the bend. When he stopped he just looked at the others and said, “Sirius is cursing the lot of you for planning this without him!” The image of a pissed off godfather on a cloud yelling down at them for planning this without him was too much and Harry himself began chuckling.

“Point taken.” Moody removed his flask and lifted it up to the air, “This one’s for you, Black.” and he took a long swig.

Albus looked down his pointed nose to Harry and suggested, “Harry, I suggest you remove yourself from the further discussions on this matter... for the sake of your future employment opportunities.”

“Sir, if we don’t get that cup, my employment opportunities are even more limited. So, I think I’ll stay for a bit.” He walked over and sat on one of the comfy chairs as the morning broke fully across the grounds.

The three adults got busy planning the assault. With his prior knowledge Harry made a point to make sure the three of them took into account all the different safety measures that he knew were there from his excursion into the Lestrange vault. He as well had them planning for others that may or may not also be involved. However, he made sure that the adults made the connections and the concessions. At the end of the conversation Harry asked, “Will I be allowed to join you?” All three stopped and looked at each other before declaring, “No!”

Albus pointed towards where the Gryffindor tower was located, “You will be secure and safe in the tower waiting on us to return.”

He knew the chances of that was slim to none and simply shrugged. “Ok.” This was one time he had to trust the adults.

The night caught up to his body and he nearly fell asleep on the chair. Dumbledore saw him yawn and ordered him back to his cot in the infirmary. He climbed into the bed and was deep asleep soon after his head made contact with the pillow. Near lunch he felt his stomach growl in anger and began stirring.

“Harry?”

He grumbled, “What is it Ron?”

“Mate, are you ok?”

Hermione’s bossy tone mirrored the audible slap Harry heard make contact with the red head’s scalp, “Of course he’s not ok!”

“Guys, I’m ok.”

Harry had to stop from grinning when he heard Ron say, “See. Told you.”

“Look, I’m not saying I’m not going to grieve...” he stopped for a second and gathered his breath, “But, right now I’m going to make sure that bastard does not touch anybody else I love, now or ever.”

“Harry...”

“Hermione, I know you have my best interests at heart, all I ask is that you be there for me when I finally defeat the murderer. There is just too much to do until that is done. Then I’ll grieve.”

Ginny’s voice came from the other side of a curtain, “You ignorant prat!” she pushed the curtain aside and looked at him, “By refusing the love you felt for Sirius you are giving Tom the power he needs to win.”

“Gin, normally I’d say you were right, but you have to remember, I’m going to grieve, but not until I have the peace to do so.”

An owl came floating through the infirmary and dropped a letter on Harry’s lap. The group looked at him expectantly and he opened the letter quickly. Harry read it quietly, “Harry, you deserve to know we are on our way to the nest. If we have to remain on the run just call for Fawkes when the time is right. We will take care of the prize once we earn it and give it to you to present the remains. - D”

Ginny, Hermione, and Ron looked to him and asked, “What?”

Harry broke into a smile and whispered, “We have some professors who are about to become outlaws.”

“What do you mean?” Ron asked confusedly.

Harry looked at the three of them, looked to Neville and Luna’s bed. They were resting. Umbridge was laying in bed in a near catatonic state. Harry was not about to make a mistake and trust that toad at this point. “Muffliato.” he said pointing his wand at her and at Madam Pomfrey’s office. “Are the three of you ready for a rather long and interesting tale?” They all nodded their heads and Harry obliged.

After nearly half an hour Harry leaned back against his pillow and reflected, “Right now they are probably clanking down the track and about to make the jump down the several levels to the Lestrange’s vault.”

The group were silent until Hermione whispered, “Bloody Hell!”

“Couldn’t say it better myself.” Ron added.

“They are going to Azkaban!” Ginny huffed.

“Not if they are successful. Then they will be the biggest heroes of the coming fight against Voldemort.” he ignored Ron’s jerk in response.

They sat in silence for nearly an hour until another owl floated through the afternoon breeze. The parcel landed on his lap and Harry quickly dug into the hastily wrapped brown package. The cracked cup rolled out of the package. Harry let out a whoop and rose from the bed. He gave Ginny a turn on their imaginary dance floor before gathering Hermione in his arms for a turn as well.

“They did it!” he breathlessly sighed. Harry had to be honest that he did not fully trust the capabilities of the adults. At least when he, Ron, and Hermione made the great break in and break out, they had the help of Griphook... until he turned traitor. “Let’s go!” he mischievously said.

“Where?” Hermione asked looking to Ginny and Ron.

“We need to reunite the objects...” he looked to Ginny, and asked, “Did your mother teach you any sewing charms or anything?”

“Yes she did.”

“Are you any good at it?” he already knew the answer. She was a magnificent seamstress.

“Yes.”

“Then I have a job for you.” he took out his invisibility cloak. “If I give you a cloak the same size as this, can you sew this onto one side of it?”

“Wha? Su.. Sure, Harry.” she stammered. She had not been expecting his open request for her help.

“I’ll have to sneak out of the castle to get the fabric.” he tossed it to her, “You just keep it safe for me, ok?”

Ron looked scandalous as she simply nodded. “Harry what do you think you’re doing?”

“Going to the Headmaster’s office.” he looked over his shoulder, “You coming with?” The three others ran, or in Ginny’s case, limped behind him. She was not about to miss out in this adventure. They approached the gargoyles and they opened up for him without needing a password. He led them up the staircase and through the office door. There on the desk were the other defeated Horcruxes. “Just one more to go.” Harry looked upon the collection and there was a note attached to a small bag about the size of a Quaffle. He looked at the letter and read aloud, “Harry, keep the cup and the other Horcruxes together in this bag until you are ready to surprise out dear friend Tom . As you know, Hogwarts is much safer than Gringott’s.” Harry let out a small chuckle. Harry looked down to the ring and on a whim he slid it upon his ring finger. “It actually doesn’t look too bad.”

“It’s a broken ring.” Ron asserted.

“It’s a hallow.” Harry said looking at the two purebloods. Ron and Ginny looked at him like he was crazy.

“That’s a nursery tale.” Ginny corrected.

“Nope,” Harry corrected as he pulled out the Elder Wand, and the cloak. “Neither are these.” he looked to the one’s he trusted the most, “I must have your words that what we discuss here never leaves this room.”

All three agreed. He then went on to tell the group the prophecy and explain his “advantage,” and why he wanted to go ahead and complete his task by challenging and defeating Riddle. Of course, he did not tell them that he was actually from another time stream and all that... he figured that they would be a tad freaked out about that, so he kept to his story about being possessed by Voldemort.

At the end of his story Ron looked at the three and nodded his head, “Ok, well I’m with you until the end.”

Harry cursed his friend’s loyalty, “No..”

He was interrupted by both Hermione and Ginny saying, “Me too.” Ginny looked to Hermione and explained, “We were with you at the Ministry, we will be with you on the battlefield.”

Harry thought that maybe he could manipulate their courage, “You don’t understand, I need you three, and Neville and Luna, hell maybe the whole D.A. if you can get them involved here.” he waited a beat and continued, “Think about it. If we are able to get the attack organized, the majority of the teachers will be on the battlefield. I think that maybe Snape and Trelawney may be the only one’s to stay. With Dumbledore out of the way, the teacher’s away, and a dungeon full of Death Eater wannabe’s I have to have you here. We have to keep this castle under friendly control. Trust me, I’ve seen in his mind and if he got this place under his thumb it will be a nightmare.” He watched their unsatisfied eyes and pushed just a bit further, “Come on, you know I’m right.”

“But we don’t want you to go out alone.” Hermione explained.

“Thank you, for your concern. But when it happens I will be with Dumbledore, and I will be thinking of all of you when I fight him.”

Ginny could not help it, she jumped out of her seat and flew into Harry’s arms where she latched her arms around his neck. Ron exclaimed, “Oi! I don’t need to see this!” She leaned back and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

She pulled back and lamented, “You stupidly brave boy!”

“I promise I will come back.” he said as she shakily stood up and moved to a chair near him and held his hand. “Look, I need to make sure you three can carry out my orders. Can you lead our school while I am gone? Because if you can’t do it I’ll have to get Neville...”

“No!” the three of them said as one. Ron puffed his chest out and said with pride, “I will gladly protect this school.” the others agreed.

“Good, now, Ginny I need you to get to work on the cloak. I’ll be back with the material for you.” he looked at what he considered his lieutenants and said with a ironic smile, “I guess we’re dismissed.”

He took out the Marauder’s map and watched his friends head back to the infirmary. There was no teacher near so he made his way to the hump backed witch and slipped out of the castle. Once in Hogsmeade he found his way to a floo and arrived in Madam Malkin’s within seconds. He purchased a very large cloak that he estimated to be the size of the Hallow. He took it back to Hogwart’s and managed to sneak back in without raising any suspicions... or so he thought. He silenced his shoes and kept an eye out using the map. Harry found his way back to Gryffindor tower. It was at this point that he saw McGonagal moving directly to the tower. He quickly put the map away and sat down on a love seat facing the window.

The angry professor stalked into the common room and quickly looked around. She saw Harry sitting at the window with a pensive expression on his face, “Harry James Potter! Where have you been? Poppy has been going spare since your friends got back and refused to tell her where you were! We looked all over the castle and were ready to call the Aurors!”

He emotionlessly shrugged and said, “Sorry.”

“Sorry?! Sorry?! Get up and get in the infirmary now, Potter.”

“Ma’am do you think I may not want to be stuck in that place with the bitch Umbridge laying there ten feet from me? Do you have any idea how badly I want to hurt that woman?” He searched her eyes and fumed, “The thing is, that since last night I think I would be capable of it!” Hopefully, with him trying to paint his exit and disappearance as him trying to avoid hurting someone she would cave. Unfortunately, not!

A calmed Minerva explained, “I appreciate your candor, and I understand your feelings. However, you need to learn self-control. So, come.” she held open the door and he led the way to the dreaded ward. Huffing in disgust he plopped onto the cot and looked maliciously towards the toad’s covered bed. “Harry, control.” was her last order as she walked out the room and let Poppy do her worst.

She gave him a very good verbal lashing as she forced potions down his throat and forced him to rest. After she left he unshrunk the material and held it out for Ginny. She wordlessly took the fabric, measured it, and simply nodded before she went back to her bed and hid the material in the invisibility cloak under her pillow. Harry leaned back and acted like he was going to sleep. Instead he decided to try some mind magic on himself... or more specifically on this Harry.

He realized that he was going to end up showing a lot of unexpected magic for the next two weeks and even though he could get away with this while he was inhabiting this body, he feared for the boy once he left. Harry smiled at the thought of giving the boy a bit of a ‘leg up’ on the next few years.... maybe even leave a couple of messages and pointers. The first thing he did was examine his skills as compared to this younger version. He separated his skills and imagined a copy of the skills. He first took the ability to apparate, copied how to do it and found a place on the boy’s life line to ‘hook’ the new ability. He watched the lifeline absorb the skill like Devil’s Snare enveloping a hapless victim. Harry knew that it worked. He could feel it in the kid’s body. The rest of the afternoon and night he went through the gambit of sixth and even the seventh year curriculum that he knew would come up. He knew that his potion ability was still suspect, but with the Prince’s help he was able to give the younger Harry some head’s up and finesse that he needed to succeed in Snape’s class. He gave him messages to keep him on the right path. Many of them were lessons he learned from Albus, and through life.

The next morning he began planning out the demise of Voldemort. The group were finally dismissed from the infirmary and they were unsurprised to find that the news of Dumbledore, Moody, and Remus’ break in at Gringott’s was running madly around the castle. Harry simply pushed the bag holding the Horcruxes further into his cloak and nodded along with Neville’s blow by blow account. Harry noticed that Ginny was acting stranger towards him. He hoped he didn’t mess up the young Harry’s life by bringing he and Ginny together too early.

There were times during the day that Harry actively sought out Tom Riddle’s mind. He linked to it several times only to find the connection immediately shut down. Evidently, he did not want to be found. Then near mid afternoon the news about what Albus and the others stole from Gringott’s must have finally arrived. He had luckily retired to take a nap in the tower. Harry winced in pain at the fury Voldemort felt. He could also tell that there was a mixture of fear that circulated with that fury. With much effort he was able to shake the connection and lose it in the mists of his Forbidden Forest.

He was laying on his bed when he finally opened his eyes to find Ginny was standing beside him, “Harry?” she watched him open his eyes, “I’ve finished the cloak.”

“All ready?”

“Well, I am pretty quick with a needle.”

Harry took the cloak and tried it on. He put the cloth side out first an nodded appreciatively. It was a bit too big and he had to fold the excess under itself. He waved his wand over the folded garment and watched it seal itself. “That should take care of the size... and I can take it out whenever I need it.”

“It’s beautiful, Harry.”

“Well, it matches it’s creator.” he said with a coy smile.

“Harry... what are we doing?”

“Ginny, I’m not saying I think we are ready to be exclusive, but when I get back, I definitely want to get to know you better. I think we would be a wonderful couple.” he stopped and looked up at her with what he knew would be a startled look. “I’m... I mean..”

She put her hand on his and smiled, “I know what you mean.” she leaned in and whispered in his ear, “There are still some man meat around here I want to taste before I settle down with this broomstick here.” she purred as she reached her hand down his pants. Needless to say, Harry was quite surprised at her aggressiveness. “I certainly expect you to get your wild oats sown well before we join together. Then you’re mine!”

Deciding to add to the mix he looks at her with a mischievous look on his face and challenged, “Fine, let’s set the date. Your graduation?”

“What do you mean?” she whispered as she sat on his lap with her hand still massaging his manhood.

The day of your graduation we make it official. “We’ll be a couple from that point on.” he leaned forward and cupped her small ass, pulled her to him and growled, “I know I’ll never find someone better.”

“What about the time in between?” She asked as she felt him grow larger.

“We’ll be sure to keep the fires burning...” Harry rolled his head back in enjoyment.

Ginny leaned forward grasped his head and closed the curtains on the bed and ordered, “Fuck me.”

This was definitely not what Harry expected and his eyes reflected it, “What?”

She answered by pulling him out of his pants and going down on him. She kicked off her pants and knickers. Then slid up to him and let him penetrate her. She was still a virgin and he could feel the pressure finally break as he broke her hymen, but that did not stop her. She seemed to attack him with a determined level of want and desire. Deciding to make her first time worth the effort, Harry rolled her on her back and took her tenderly. Harry slowed her down, so she could enjoy it. He massaged her small but growing tits as he kissed and bit her neck. He felt her nipples harden and he bent his neck down to appreciate their arousal. With a loud gasp she came through the pain and was rewarded a minute later by seeing a tiny death on Harry’s face. After the session he rolled over with her still wrapped around him and he still slightly inside her.

Ginny leaned up and admitted, “I wanted you to be my first. I may have others, but I wanted our first time to be this way. I could not ask for anything better.”

Harry searched his younger version first before he answered, “You were mine as well.”

She playfully bit his nipple and said, “Good, now, go kill that bastard, fuck you some more girls then come back to me as mine and nobody else’s.” She gingerly rose from the bed and quickly put on her clothes. She made it to the door just as Ron opened it.

The next few days were filled with stories detailing the search for the Gringott’s Three as Dumbledore, Moody, and Remus began to be called. There were also very little success in his attempts to find Voldemort’s location. Then on the last Monday of term he and Hermione were sitting under their tree beside the lake when it came to him.

He was leaning against the trunk listening to Hermione explain where she thought the Headmaster was when he noticed a bug crawling on the ground.

“A bug...” Harry said pointing to the ground.

Hermione picked it up and shook her head, “Don’t worry it’s not Rita.”

“No, Hermione, we need to use her!” He picked up the brunette and spun her around, “Get in touch with her. Tell her that you will take a wizard’s oath to keep her secret if she will give me one more interview like last time.” He put her down and smacked a huge kiss on her lips that left her speechless and exclaimed, “You are a bloody genius, Hermione!” An unsteady and slightly breathless Hermione put her hand on the tree to steady herself before she penned the missive.

He and Hermione met Rita once again in Hogsmeade at Rosmerta’s. They found a corner booth and slid the curtains shut behind them. Harry had to keep himself from thinking about Ginny.

“So, why do I have the honor of this meeting.” she snipped.

Hermione began, “Well...” she turned to Harry, “he wants...” She stammered and screwed up her face before asking, “Harry, exactly why did you want to meet with her?”

Harry smiled an evil smile and commented, “It sucks being out of the loop doesn’t it?”

She huffed and sent daggers his way before she admitted, “Yes.”

“Good.” he turned to Rita and explained, “I want to call out Voldemort.” he had to laugh as the older witch spilled her drink in response to the name. He looked over to Hermione whose mouth was hung open in surprise.

“By calling out, you mean...” Rita asked searching for clarification.

“Just what I mean, in exchange for us two taking a wizard’s pledge not to spill your secrets to the ministry, I want you to write out an article explaining everything I know about Voldemort and challenge him to come to Hogsmeade on the last day of the school year. He can bring his supporters, I’ll bring mine. I want to end this madness before the Wizarding world goes straight to hell.”

Of all things the venom laced reporter was expecting, this was not it, she was definitely interested in this story. Having the wizard’s oath afterwards was just icing on the cake. She sped off to the Prophet and left Hermione sitting there with Harry. She looked over to him and gave him a hug. “You are so brave.” she sniffed, “Stupid, but brave.”

He looked down into her brown eyes and shook his head, “Not stupid, not brave, I’m just ready for all of us to live as teens should.” Hermione leaned up and gave him a lover’s kiss.

“If you come back there will be more where that came from.” she explained, “So, you better get your ass back.”

“You realize there will be many others as well.”

“Yes, but...” she started before his finger was placed on her lips.

He waved his hand at the curtains and they were now unnoticed and unheard by the others as he whispered, “Let’s not leave this booth until both of us are ready to play our part’s of bosom buddies once again. Then after I kill Riddle, I want you on the train in a compartment by ourselves. Can you arrange it?”

She nodded her head and shuddered, “Yes...”

His hand found her snatch under the table and found all the right spots between her folds. She returned the favor by giving him a hand job that was just short of masterful. The kisses and bites were getting heated when she came. “Harry!” she breathed as his fingers kept up the pace.

“I’m about to blow.” he advised. He was amazed at how quickly she pulled the member from his pants and took the load in her mouth. After swallowing she fixed her robes and took a drink from her glass. Harry nudged her a bit and said, “I’m impressed.” she smiled coyly and raised an eyebrow seductively.

“Well, I guess you could say I wanted to send you off well spent.” she snuggled up to him and asked, “What do you think Ron would say?”

“He would not like it one bit.” he looked down at his best friend who was contemplating the intricacies of her glass. “You know he has feelings for you.”

“I have feelings for him as well...” she looked up to Harry and added, “I don’t know if they are as strong as the one’s I have for you, though.” she looked back down to the glass and admitted, “You know Ginny...”

“I’ve already addressed that issue.” he said with a smile.

She looked up at his mischievous smile and asked, “Do I even want to know?”

“I’ll let her tell you... when she’s ready. I don’t kiss...” he looked deeply into Hermione’s eyes and added, “... or anything else then tell.” He was rewarded with a slight giggle as she snuggled closer.

They finally made their way out the booth and snuck back into the castle. The news slammed the magical world like a tsunami. Harry ignored the comments in support or in derision as he simply waited for the response. He noticed the teachers were much more tense as they waited and watched for signs. The owl post on the day before the end of term brought a black owl carrying green envelope to Harry. It did not even stop, it simply dropped the letter and flew back out the hall. Harry opened it and smiled, looking up to the table he nodded and said loudly in the now quiet hall, “TONIGHT!”

The crowd fell into an uproar as Harry slipped his cloak on and disappeared to Gryffindor Tower. Within minutes Minerva knocked on his door and let herself in. “Mr. Potter?”

“Yes, Headmistress.” he said stepping out the shower with a towel wrapped around his body.

She was taken off kilter as she stammered, “I’m sorry... I did not know that you..”

Harry waved off her apologies and slipped on some boxers under the towel. “Don’t worry, I expected your visit, just not this soon.”

“Harry, I will be with you tonight...” she stepped aside and three men followed behind her, “as will these three ruffians.” Harry smiled at the arrival of the three adults.

Throughout the day the gameplan was set, the Shrieking Shack was going to be the base of operations. Wizard’s and witches began pouring into Hogsmeade from all points of England in support of Harry and the Army of the Light. At sunset the opposing army appeared on the other side of the field. Harry turned to Dumbledore and said quietly, “Sir, I may do things that will push the envelope of morality. But, I promise I will not purposefully kill until I reach Voldemort.”

“I understand.”

“Also, sir, I think I carry a part of Riddle with me, so he will have to sever that connection himself.”

“He’s going to have to kill you?” he asked with concern. Then he nodded, “I had wondered about that.”

“Well, I wanted you to know that he will be mortal after his snake is killed and he severs his connection with me. If I die...”

“Harry try not to think about that.”

“Sir, if I die I want you to finish him.” he stated firmly then looking at the oncoming march of death he slipped on his cloak and said, “I believe we will see amazing things on this night.”

It surely was an awe inspiring night. Harry took advantage of the hallows and was duelling with both wands in the cover of invisibility. He made sure he hit the Death Eaters from random spots. The spells he hit them with were not of the schoolyard variety and were borderline dark at best. Many lost their arms, legs, and many other parts. The Army of the Light was winning during the height of the conflict. Above the clamor he found the snake patrolling a hillside, killed it, and made his way to the hill from where Voldemort was standing. Harry was slightly surprised to find Riddle simply observing the conflict in passing. The older man looked over to the sound of the coming teen and nodded. “Potter, welcome. Death awaits you.”

Harry walked to the side of the madman and watched the battle from his vantage point. He had to admit that the conflict was beautiful. “I can definitely see why you are drawn to the aesthetics of war. My hat goes off to your abilities, but not to your goals.”

“What do you know of my abilities?”

Harry smiled and simply added mysteriously, “It’s enough that I know both of Horcruxes and Hallows.”

This certainly was unexpected and Voldemort’s face contorted in rage, “You lie.”

Harry took the pouch from his cloak and emptied it upon the ground. Harry pulled his left hand from under the cloak as well showing off the cracked stone. “I would say, this is not a lie.”

The duel began quickly. Harry wanted to make sure that he made it believable. He sent cutting curses as well as darker bludgeoning spells. Harry avoided several green blasts before he rose from the rocks that protected him and was slammed in the chest by the green illumination. Both were knocked from their feet as they recovered from the severed link. Harry was the first to recover and sat up watching the barely breathing form across from him on the hillside. He waited for Riddle to arise and he was already standing in a standard dueling stance. He brought the elder wand to his forehead and said, “Thanks, I needed that last Horcrux destroyed.” That brought the madman into a fit of rage. He began shooting off spell after spell that were simply deflected with little effort. “ I think it’s time I ended this, Riddle.” Harry used both wands to send a bludgeoning curse directly into the old man’s chest. It blasted a whole through him and he crumpled to the ground.

“Sonorous.” Harry said pointing to his throat. “The fight is over! He used his wand to levitate the corpse and walked towards the now stalled battle. “Voldemort is dead.”

The battlefield was a mixture of cheers and weeping. Harry left the body in Albus’ capable hands and snuck into the castle. He could not find anyone until he pulled out the Map. Curiously, everyone was in the Great Hall. Harry strolled down the way and opened the doors. He smiled at the sight of Draco and seven other Slytherins bound and gagged against the wall. The school looked to the dirty and sweaty Gryffindor and let out a cheer.

“We did it! Voldemort is dead!” The cheers were shaking the walls of Hall as the castle cheered along with the students. Harry found himself placed onto Ron and Neville’s shoulders as he was paraded around the castle. Girls would often stop to place a kiss on Harry... some were definitely more chaste than others. That night he climbed into his bed... after kicking Lavender out... until morning, and smiled at the possibilities this life promised the young man. After a morning roust about with the very horny and willing Lavender he readied himself for the ride home.

Once Harry stepped into his compartment several faces came by to wish him well. One of them was Romilda Vane. He waved her in. She sat on his lap and he pointed to Ron. “I want you to keep him occupied,” he whispered in her ear, “If you do, then I’ll make sure you get a good reward on the ride back to Hogwarts next year.” he smiled at the thankful look on Ron’s face when Romilda pressed her breasts into Ron’s face. He then went on a search and Hermione was his target. After a quick snog with Pansy and Daphne in a cart he was able to extricate himself with a bit of effort before either of them mounted him for his seed. Finally, in the very first compartment in the first car he found Hermione sitting alone. He opened the door and walked in. She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

There was no talking, there was no need. The door was sealed shut as he removed her robes, Harry smiled when he saw that she was dressed only in lingerie under her gown. Harry began kissing up her shaven legs and stopped at her lacy panties. He pulled them down and began licking and kissing her shaven quim. The brunette put her hands on his head and ground herself into his amazing tongue. He kissed up her body and took special attention to her breasts as she took off his pants. Wandlessly, Harry transformed the bench into a bed. If Hermione was in half a mind to observe what was happening she would have been amazed. They were both soon naked and she leaned back into the bed. Harry joined her and soon found his dick penetrating her swollen pussy with the swaying of the train. She wrapped her legs around his body and rocked with him maximizing his penetration. “Oh, Merlin, Harry!” she gasped as she felt his dick pushing her spot over and over. She came once, twice, soon she stopped counting as he pushed in more and more. Harry rolled her over so her back was against his chest and let her ride up and down his pole. He kept kneading her tits and biting her back as he finally exploded into her.

They fell into a heap and cuddled under the covers. As the train slowed down to a stop at King’s Cross Harry finally woke Hermione and they re-dressed. With a passionate kiss she slapped his bum and remarked, “See you during the summer.”

That night he lay in bed on Privet Drive thinking about the different paths his younger self now had. Near ten at night he felt the charm grow hot and was suddenly back in limbo flying towards another reality.

A/N: Thanks! already have one third of the next one finished.