1Alright just to piss my fans off the plot bunny bit me. Meaning I got ticked about how little progress I am making with my other two continued stories and so I am procrastinating and trying to placate the natives at the same time have fun.

Oh yeah OTP and HBP never happened got it.

And yes I stole this story from Cap'n BlackRose but she asked anyone to and I told her so it's not really stealing it's like borrowing with permission.

Chapter 1

Why me? An exasperated Harry thought rubbing his head he could almost see the migraine coming. Leaning forward onto his desk in an unconscious mirroring of his former Potions Professor which made his class flinch back. The understood the pose meant their favorite teacher had finally reached his limit of annoyances for the day.

But a few of the stupider students either didn't notice or didn't care. A pair of Gryffindors, nothing unusual, but the fact that they just kept right on talking ignoring the silence of their classmates and the rising crackle of magic coming off of their teacher in waves.

"Silence!" The roar of his voice one capable of making veteran Deatheaters start to tremble caused the exact effect that Harry wanted. He began to speak in a deadly tone each word causing the two stupid young men to get paler and paler at the obvious rage behind them. "Get out of my classroom and never return. Out. NOW!" And the two students got out of that room as fast as their legs would allow them to scramble.

Still fuming at their insolence Harry was only able to point to the board which had the classes homework assignment on it, and then he sat down with an audible Thump, still rubbing his forehead.

The class quickly wrote the assignment down, and fled the room.

Upon entering his quarters that night Harry looked around at the bare room, finally heading towards the bathroom and his potion that actually removed the effects of a headache not even giving migraines a chance to form.

Looking in the mirror Harry studied his much changed face. Green eyes dulled by years of loss and anger appeared to be bottomless pits of nothing, his hair lengthened one day by a potion swept his butt the length giving him control over the raven locks, while stress had given him premature streaks of grey that wove their way through the 20 year olds hair.

His face was also very different from it's former child hood roundness was almost gaunt, his relatives had starved him and even when given food he was likely as not to forget about it if something more interesting showed up. While a small goatee pulled his teeth out into a sharp contrast when ever his rare smile appeared.

His choice of attire had changed quite a bit as well, dark make-up hid rather then accentuated his features giving him an even more mysterious look with his black lips and eyelids. A crimson silk shirt flowed around him while his black jeans were comfortably loose. A single necklace was his only jewelry, anything else could be ripped off of him painfully as he had learned when he had a pierced ear.

Wincing at the memory Harry turned away from the mirror. He was heading for a sip of Firewhiskey before he went to bed when a fire call drew his attention to the smiling face of Headmistress McGonagall. When faced with her youngest teacher she asked him quietly if he would join her in her office.

Nodding his head he stepped into the fire and moments later stepped out again just to fall flat on his face, at least he no longer had to worry about breaking those blasted glasses after having a spell repair his eyesight. Still muttering under his breath he allowed Minerva to pull him to his feet. " Damn thing, I get better at everything else but nooo I couldn't possibly go through a floo and exit it gracefully."

Hiding her smile Minerva led Harry over to the desk that had once belonged to the previous Headmaster who had died in the final battle protecting a group of children long enough for them to be apparated away by a healer.

Upon sitting down in his normal seat Harry looked at his old transfiguration teacher in a tired manner. "I am sorry Harry for getting you just as you were going to go to bed but I believe you need to hear of this."

"Hear of what Minerva?" Unlike in the classroom his voice was a quite unassuming bass, one that held very little inflection or emotion into the tone. She pulled in a deep breath and said quickly, "I know what you are supposed to do next." A blank look was all she received, so SNAFU but this one held the very slightest hint of incomprehension in it. And so she elaborated, "I was reading a few history books, and I found this portrait and description."

Saying this she shoved a book into his hands he looked down and blinked, looked up at her blinked and then back down to the book once more. He slowly put the book down as if it might bite him and quickly slipped from the room without saying a word.

Minerva looked down and smiled sadly, there in front of her was a portrait of Harry Potter smiling and winking at her and every now and then giving her a wave while a man in the back round smiled and rolled his eyes at the antics of the younger man.

Well here we are yes I know it's not much but I just had to write it down and that seemed as good as stopping point as any so I am gonna try a little old a little knew. Yes it is going to be a time travel fic but I am going to have a whole new pairing so enjoy.

(Kisses)

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