Introducing to you, a Yashodoa’s Original Take on Harry Potter Fan Fiction:

As Time Turns

Summary: One boy, two lives, one destiny and no time. Harry Potter takes a step and become no longer the Boy-Who-Lived…

Hogwart, Headmaster’s Office

Early Winter 1996

“Are you positive?”

“Yes. He’s really quiet, but I can feel that he’s up to something, he’s happy, then angry. It’s different than before.”

“I know. It is a rousing suspicion. The Order had not found anything into why. You are right, it is too quiet.”

The green eyes flittered away from the concerned eyes that didn’t twinkle as it usually did. “Calm before the storm… that’s what Hermione said.”

“Harry…”

“No!” The young Gryffindor Heir’s head shot up to the ancient wizard. “My scar had not hurt ever since. Well, maybe twinge every once in a while but I know he’s planning something big, something for my last year here. He knows I am not ready, I know I am not. I need more time.”

“As I loath to admit it, he’s right.” Snarky voice replied from behind and left of Harry Potter. Severus Snape stepped forward from his place against the wall. The tension in the room was so thick that it might not be possible to slice though the air. The Potion Master glanced down neutrally at the boy and back to the Headmaster. “Voldemort is planning something big. Not even one Death Eater knows, or even has a glimpse of the plan.”

Harry turned his head to meet Professor Snape’s eyes, “What of Wormtail?” He asked.

Professor Snape shook his head, “Not even the rat knows anything.”

“So, what should we do?” Sirius Black asked from Harry’s right. Sirius and Remus sat together on the couch, their faces masked with worry and concern. Minerva McGonagall stood by Dumbledore’s desk, frowning as she studied the desk in front of her.

“Time.” She whispered. Everyone’s head turned to her. “He needs more time.”

Dumbledore, if possible, he looked older than his current age. “Yes.”

Harry’s eyebrows met in confusing frown. “Sir?”

Everyone drew back from Harry, leaving him in the strange sense of empty void. Snape withdrew back in the shadow. Sirius and Remus sat back at the couch. Dumbledore and McGonagall didn’t budge yet gave impression of moving back. The silence was so foreboding for a while until the Head of Gryffindor exhaled a sharp breath, regaining her normal composure, yet with motherly concern. “Harry…” She let the thought linger in the air. Everyone knew this; Harry is the only one to stop Voldemort, not the Ministry of Magic, not Albus Dumbledore, not the Order of Phoenix, only Harry. Harry Potter possesses strong magic and power to rival Voldemort. Everyone knew he would be stronger than Dumbledore when he becomes older. It’s like history had repeated itself, Dumbledore with Grindelwald, now with Harry and Voldemort.

Harry’s eyes met with her gray ones behind the square spectacles.

She gave another sigh and brushed her bottle-green robe smooth. “Every one here seems to agree you need more time to train. There is only one way.” She walked over to the side of the room and opened the case where the Sorting Hat sat above and withdrew something gold and sparkly. “The Order of Phoenix has a tendency to go around the Ministry of Magic when it is dire necessary. I believe this is it.” She turned and held the Time Turner in her hand for everyone to see. “Only you have the decision to actually do this.”

It had not been said outright, but Harry caught on what he was suggested to do. It seemed to be the most logical way to do so. Turn back time to get extra time he needed to train. The question remains, how much time did he need?

Dumbledore steeple his hands in front of his face, his naturally blue eyes stormy and ancient peering over the fingers, “How much time do you think you need?”

Harry’s gaze fell to his wringing hands. Nearly sixteen, he was still lanky and short, not an ideal hero, yet he is for the wizardry world. He knew there must be sacrifices to be made, as so many had been done for him in the past. His hands clenched into fist, resting on top of each tight, he looked up to meet Dumbledore’s eyes with unwavering gaze. “As long I should need.”

A nod from the Headmaster announced. “Very well.”

End of Term 1996

The end of the year came pretty much hard for Harry. He had defied Dumbledore’s order to learn Occlumency from Snape and resulted in him rushing to the Ministry of Magic to rescue Sirius Black from Voldemort’s hand.

However, it was a hoax planted in Harry’s mind by Voldemort, leading severe injury to his friends and the death of Sirius Black. Harry was grief-stricken when he returned to Hogwarts after the whole fiasco. He even displayed his immense power, uncontrollable before the Headmaster, thrashing the office to bits. Albus Dumbledore shed a tear and stood through the storm of Harry’s anger.

Once Harry’s anger settled, Dumbledore told Harry there was hope and he still have to do what they had planned over the Christmas Break. Harry resigned and accepted his fate. He knew he had to do what he had to do to keep from another soul being lost to Voldemort.

Harry had to place his sadness aside and move on, with a renewed determination to achieve a normal life he wanted. He would train hard over the summer with several members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Sirius Black was brought back to him, alive and kicking, still hidden from the Ministry of Magic. A close friend of Bill and Charlie had knowledge of the Veil and went in, retrieved him back to the world of living, giving Harry the joy of having his godfather back. He wanted to thank this Auror, but never got the chance to meet him. His spirit seemed to lift since then.

At the platform at Kings Cross, Harry smiled as he let go Hermione from the hug and his smile grew wider as he noted blush creeping on his best friend’s cheek. “I’ll see you guys at the Burrow, all right?”

“Yes Harry, we’re going to have great time!” Hermione quipped, brushing her skirt down, trying to fight the blush down. Harry had grew over the last part of their fifth year, becoming taller and broader, the intense amount of Quidditch he had did him good and she knew he is still growing and wondered what he would look like at the end. Harry decided to grow his hair out and see if he could tame the unruly locks. It fell around his chin, only enough to tie back in a tiny dragon-tail at the nape of his neck. It had annoyed him greatly when the girls of Harry Potter Fan Club found it so enticing and squealed over it.

Ron chuckled as he watched his two best friends breaking apart from the hug that lingered a bit longer than he expected. He grew into his big feet and hands, becoming tall and bulky. He was almost tall as Bill and bulky as Charlie, becoming one hell of a Beater for the Gryffindor Team after the Twins left Hogwarts. Everyone knew eventually he will match up with his brothers when he leaves Hogwarts. Ron was more than happy at the prospect of his body finally hitting puberty and filling out, removing his lanky clumsy self.

He shook his head and smiled at Hermione who disappeared though the barrier to meet up with her parents. “She likes you…”

Harry sighed forlornly. “I can’t. I don’t want to screw up our friendship.”

Ron frowned at Harry and turned to face him, his hands gripping on Harry’s shoulders. He was pretty good head taller than Harry. “Harry, that’s not the reason. You know it didn’t work out between me and her, but I am pretty sure it would with you. What is it?”
Harry’s green eyes met with his blue ones and Ron nearly gasped as he saw the pain behind them. “I can’t. That’d be risking it.”

Ron’s hands dropped to his side and he bowed his head slightly in defeat. “I understand. But I wish you would be happier, she’s the answer.”

Harry gave him a half smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you at the Burrow.”

“Yeah, you better.”

Harry nodded as he watched Ron disappear though the barrier to catch up with his family. Then, he turned to walk down the platform a bit further, several students popping out of existence with their parents, soon, he was the only one left as a dark cloaked figure appeared out of no where.

“Ready, Potter?” The voice asked with a lazy drawl.

“Yes Professor.” Harry sighed as he touched the book and felt the lurch of the Portkey, taking him back to Hogwarts. This summer was going to be different for Harry.

There, I've had this story brewing in my mind for the past nearly four years. It had developed and I became rather attached to this story and was looking forward to the day that I actually get around writing it and posting it. I had a very difficult time working the plot-line out, how to work this story through and today, I just had enough inspiration, I sat down most of the day, worked the plot line out and saw that I had already written five chapters worth in the past few years. The story will look around to twenty chapters long.

I am very aware that my English may not be perfect here. I am aware that my tenses are off somewhere here. I do not have a beta-reader for this story, and I would like one, if there is any volunteers?

I know I should be working on Seven Days and Water and Fire. I just happen to be at a stump with Seven Days. It's going to take me a while to get through the next chapter for Seven Days. Forgive me.

I had written several Harry Potter fan fictions in the past and none of them are successful. I hope you will enjoy this one. It's going to be Harry/Hermione pairing, as it is rather very clear here. Also, it takes place after OotP, with some twist. I do not like HBP story line. I do not like Sirius Black being killed, so he stays alive here.

I’d love to hear your comment, feedback and criticism (nice one, please. Rude ones will be ignored.) Thanks.