'This is a LOTE'
A Tale of Two Times
AU Snatched through time at birth, Harry becomes a time traveller. He discovers this at five when he meets his real parents, and goes to Hogwarts prepared... but he didn't realised Voldemort had a spy in Hogwarts and was trying to steal a dangerous artefact.
"Professor Snape, can I see you after class?"
Snape glared at him. "If you must, Potter." Hermione and Marrok looked at him in confusion. "Why do you want to talk to him?" Hermione hissed at him.
Harry grinned cheekily. "People might think you're the Parseltongue if you go on like that. I just need to ask him something, if you must know."
Hermione slapped him on the arm. Harry put on a puppy dog face, and grinned at her lopsidedly.
Harry sat in the chair across from Snape's desk and prepared himself for what he was about to do. "I have to ask… why do you hate me? Is it because of my father?"
Snape puckered his lips like he'd eaten a lemon. "Yes."
Harry sighed and rested his head on his hands. "But Professor, you've never even met my father!"
Snape raised an eyebrow. "I knew James Potter very well when we were at school, boy."
Harry grinned at him. "But James Potter isn't my father."
Snape sat up straight suddenly. "What on earth do you mean, Potter?"
"What I mean is that Potter isn't my name. My name is Harrison Deogol Gryffindor and I come from the year 1012." Snape's jaw was on the floor.
"What did you do with Potter? I'll tell Dumbledore!"
Harry laughed. "God you're thick. Potter never existed. James Potter only existed because of a spell. So did Lily. Mildred Potter was barren, she only believed that James was her son because of Merlin's spell. Lily Evans was born three years after her mother died, it was all just an illusion."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Well, we have a bit of a problem. Uncle Sal chucked a sad and ran away with Nova when he found out that Alassë was a Squib, after having an affair with Pathros Fasset, who is Sibley Fasset's mum, who is my enemy, and left us without a Transfiguration teacher. Dad was proficient enough at Transfiguration to take over his spot, but now we haven't got anyone for the Defence Against the Dark Arts. I know that you want the Defence Against the Dark Arts position, so I thought you might like the job. Also, if Voldemort returns, you don't really want to be a spy, do you? If you took the job in 1012, admittedly, the uniform is kind of old fashioned, but that's to be expected, as it the way of speaking, also expected, but you'd be head of Slytherin too." He blurted out, not taking a breath.
Snape gaped. "Are you serious?"
Harry nodded. "It would be best to stage your death, or simply disappear. I don't recommend letting anyone know that you're going, because they might try to find out where."
Snape nodded. "When can I leave?"
"Gills?" Harry asked, sitting down beside her.
She replied despondently. "Hey Harry,"
"What's wrong? We convinced Uncle Gaz not to use the Key, didn't we?"
Gills nodded, and turned to Harry. "But he doesn't love me! He wants me to be a boy and he'd let me die so he could get that!" she exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Harry put his hands on her shoulders, and stared her in the eyes. "Jaylynn Abigail Rex! You listen to me here! Your father loves you. He was depressed, he didn't know what he was doing. Now, you have to get back home before someone sees you here."
"Thanks, Harry." Gills smiled through watery eyes. "You're a great friend."
Travelling quickly, Harry returned Gills to the palace. Roswyn came into his room, and frowned at him. "I could have sworn that there was someone else here a second ago, Harry."
Harry smiled at her. "I guess I've known you long enough. You might want to sit down for this," and he began to explain about the Traveller.
Professor Dumbledore steeples his fingers and peers across his desk to where Harry is sitting. Harry shoots a mischievous glance at the portrait of his father and smiles. "Yes, Professor Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore sighed, and extended the hand containing a bowl of sweets. "Lemon drop?"
"No thank you, sir."
"Now, Harry, you know what you are here for."
Harry nodded. "I'm not sure how I can help you. I told you, the key was destroyed."
"But that's not all, is it?"
"What do you mean?" Harry feigned confusion.
Dumbledore gazed into the bowl of lemon drops, and finally plucked one out, placing the bowl back on the desk. He proceeded to unwrap it and pop it in his mouth. Harry watched as he sucked. "Profeshor Shnape," he began, still sucking.
Harry frowned, and pulled a paper bag out of his pocket. "What about him?" he asked, while ripping the bag slightly to get to the contents. A pink baboon floated upwards and into Harry's mouth. "Alls I know is that I'm glad he's gone. 'E was a bloody 'orrible teacher." Harry made a point of chewing the baboon loudly.
Godric's portrait interrupted. "I won't stand such vulgar use of language in this room,"
Harry raised a brow. "I am truly sorry for the incorrect use of language, I beg you forgive my faults."
Godric nodded. "And that is the way that it should be."
Dumbledore observed the scene interestedly. "You may leave, Harry. The train should be leaving soon."
"Mum!" Hermione called, throwing herself into her mother's arms.
Mrs Granger looked surprised but pleased. "How was school, Hermione?" she enquired, waiting for Harry, Lilly, Louise and Greg to catch up before they walked away to the car as a group.
All five started talking at once, explaining in vivid detail about Kantooth and the key, but carefully leaving out the parts about the Traveller.
Mrs Granger shook her head, overwhelmed.
I'm sure that some of you aren't happy with the way that this finished, but I can't satisfy everyone. I personally like this ending, and I wrote it long before I finished the story, which was actually before book six. I'm not sure what I would have done with Snape if I'd done it afterwards. Nevertheless, it happened this way because I have Plans. I sincerely hope you enjoyed this story, and that you will look out for the sequel "Belonging to Time: The Guardians of Time". I plan to start posting maybe next late next month, so I can iron out plot details before I realise I've written something pointless. There will be seven books in total by the ned of it, but I doubt any will be as long as this one was. Thanks once again, especially those who were with my from the start or that reviewed.
I did write most of a second book, but I took it down from the site when I realised it would never be finished. If anyone is interested in reading it, they are welcome to email me and I can forward it to them. Otherwise, do not expect another book to appear.