Harry Potter and the Folly of Dumbledore
by h-hr-4eva

Rating: PG13
Ship: Harry & Hermione
Canon: Books 1 - 5
Genre: Action/Adventure
Status: Paused
Length: 9,073 words in 8 chapters
Published: 28 May 2007
Last updated: 10 Oct 2007

A timetravel fic with a difference. WARNINGS: Abuse, Evil!Dumbledore *CHAPTER 8 IS AN IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE*

From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/7214/

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1. Chapter 1

Chapter One
Grief, Beatings, and the Potter Family Fortune

Fifteen year-old Harry Potter had been lying on his bed since he got home from his fifth year at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry three days ago. He lay there staring at the ceiling, to overcome with grief to bother getting
up. He had lost his godfather a few days ago in a fight against the death eaters and he had learned the horrifying truth
about himself and Voldemort. The prophecy repeated itself in Harry’s head during every waking moment and the visions of
Sirius’s death plagued his dreams. So far Harry’s aunt and uncle hadn’t said a word, and it seemed that they had taken
Mad-eye Moody’s threat seriously. The quiet would not last, however.

The door to Harry’s room flew open with a loud crash that would have brought anyone out of the deepest of sleeps to see
what the commotion was, but Harry didn’t move a muscle as his uncle started to yell at him, “GET UP! GET UP YOU LAZY
FREAK! GET UP! YOU’RE GOING TO EARN YOUR KEEP HERE BOY! GET UP!” When Harry didn’t move Uncle Vernon pulled him to his
feet by the neck of his shirt. “GO TRIM THE HEDGES BOY!” he yelled.

Harry’s voice lacked any emotion as he replied, “No.”

Talking back to adults is always frowned upon, but Harry’s uncle took it extremely harshly, he punched Harry in the
face. “LISTEN HERE BOY, YOU’LL DO THIS LIST OF CHORES OR YOU WON’T EAT ANYTHING, AND YOU BETTER WRITE TO THOSE FREAKS
AND TELL THEM EVERYTHING’S OKAY BECAUSE I WON’T HAVE THEM COMING TO MY DOORSTEP!”

“No.” Harry was punched again, and again, and again, until he was nearly unconscious. When Harry was no longer well
enough to stand his Uncle Vernon dropped him on the floor and slammed the door shut as he left the room.

Harry woke two days later to an owl pecking at his forehead. He hadn’t eaten in five days and it was beginning to show,
along with the several large bruises that now decorated his face. He didn’t recognize the owl and as soon as he took the
letter the owl swept from the room, he shrugged and opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,
It has come to our attention that a certain Mr. Sirius Black has passed away. We send our condolences for your loss. In
his will, Mr. Black left several items to you and we request that you come and claim the assets within the month. Just
ask for Mr. Montgomery, at the front desk.

Sincerely,

Gringotts Will Association

Harry frowned, he didn’t want anything Sirius had to give him, but he figured it would get him away from Privet Drive
and he decided he would go tomorrow. Another owl flew in shortly after this decision however, that made Harry’s blood
boil.

Dear Harry,

I am aware that you have received a letter from the Gringotts Will Association and I request that you do not go to
Diagon Alley at this time. A member of the Order will bring you before the term starts in September. I hope you are well
and are not blaming yourself for Sirius’s death.

Sincerely yours,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry looked at the letter with hatred. He did not want to parade around Diagon Alley with a guard and he felt perfectly
capable of going to Gringotts by himself so he decided he would go anyway, he would just need to be careful how he left
the house. After grabbing a bite to eat, without running into any of the Dursley’s of course, he made plans. He would
sneak out under his invisibility cloak when Uncle Vernon left for work, because the Order was undoubtedly watching the
house. He would hope that Mad-eye wasn’t on duty and he would walk several blocks before calling the Knight Bus. He
would wear a cloak with a hood over his head to hide while in Diagon Alley. Harry Potter was going to break free of his
puppet master.

He awoke with the sun the next morning and dug through his trunk for the necessities. To anyone watching the house it
would look like he was just not getting out of bed, something that was not uncommon anymore. He put the invisibility
cloak on before leaving the room and waited by the front door until his uncle left. He began to get nervous after
walking a few houses down and broke into a run, when he was several blocks away he took off the invisibility cloak and
flagged down the Knight Bus.

He had his hood pulled up over his head and he handed the conductor several gallons muttering, “Diagon Alley.”

Several of the passengers were giving him odd looks as he sat down, he probably looked like he was up to no good,
wearing his hood, but it was necessary for a proper escape from Privet Drive. Arriving at The Leaky Cauldron he had to
avoid an Order member that he recognized and he made his way to Gringotts.

He walked up to the counter and said, “I’m looking for Mr. Montgomery.”

The goblin looked up and asked, “Name?”

Harry glanced around and whispered, “Harry Potter.”

“Very well, Mr. Potter, come with me.” The goblin said and led him down a hallway to a door that said, Michael
Montgomery- Family Lawyer. The goblin knocked on the door and a voice said from within, “Enter.”

“Mr. Potter here to see you,” the goblin announced leading Harry into the room. Harry lowered his hood as he entered.
The goblin left the two alone.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Potter,” Mr. Montgomery said. “Though, I didn’t expect you alone and so soon.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, sir.” Harry said. “I would appreciate it if you do not tell anyone about this meeting
though; strictly speaking I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Ah, I see, so Dumbledore doesn’t know you’re here.” Mr. Montgomery smiled. “Not to worry, Mr. Potter anything said here
is strictly confidential between you and me. It’s a lawyer/ client thing.”

“Client?” Harry asked. “I was under the impression that I was here to hear Sirius’s will.”

“Ah yes, Mr. Potter, but didn’t you know, I was your parent’s lawyer as well as Mr. Black and as the Potter family
lawyer, I currently deal with your assets.”

“But surely how much managing can one vault of gold need?” Harry asked.

“ONE VAULT!”, Mr. Montgomery exclaimed. “Mr. Potter, are you not aware of your assets?”

“I am only aware of the one vault that this key is to.” Harry said drawing the key from his pocket.

“Good lord! No wonder, well Mr. Potter, adding the Black family fortune onto the Potter family fortune, you are now the
richest wizard in Britain.”

Harry’s mouth dropped. “What? Why wasn’t I aware of this?”

“Um, let’s see, who is in charge of your gold, Dumbledore? Well that’s unexpected.” Mr. Montgomery muttered. “Well Mr.
Potter, Dumbledore was in charge of keeping your vaults until you turned 17, but the contract he signed with Gringotts
said he would notify you of the vaults when you turned twelve, as you have no idea that you even had these vaults he had
failed his duty and his access to your bank movements will be revoked and all vaults will be open for you to use.”

“So what vaults, exactly, are there?”

“Well there’s your trust fund, that’s the one you use now, there’s your parent’s vault, the Potter family vault, which
one belonged to your grandparents, there’s the Gryffindor Vault…”

“WHAT!” Harry exclaimed.

“Oh, dear didn’t you know,” Mr. Montgomery said, “Well I hope Dumbledore doesn’t have my neck for this, but you my dear
boy, are the Heir of Gryffindor.”

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2. Capter 2

AN: This Chapter isn’t much really, just deals with the finances. Thanks to all of you who reviewed, I hope this lives
up to your expectations. Also Harry and Hermione won’t get together until late in the story, the first half deals mostly
with Harry’s…journey. Also thanks to my wonderful beta Sharday - you’re a star! Please Review!

Maddison

Chapter 2
Escape from Privet Drive

Harry stood gaping at Mr. Montgomery. “I...I…ca-can’t b-be th-the heir of Gryffindor.” He spluttered.

Mr. Montgomery smiled and replied, “Well, you are, Mr. Potter. May I continue?”

“Yes. I suppose you should.”

“Right now, where was I? Ah yes, there’s the Gryffindor vault, The Hamelin Vault.”

“Hamelin?” Harry asked.

“Your grandmother was the last in the Hamelin Family. There is the Allies Vault.”

“Allies?”

“Um, yes that one belonged to Patrick Allies, your father’s godfather. And lastly there is Mr. Black’s fortune which is
combined into the Black Family Vault.”

“That’s a lot of vaults.” Harry stated.

“Yes, Mr. Potter they are.”

“And roughly how much does that add up to?” Harry wondered still shocked at his fortune.

“Hmm, well the money you inherited from your parents total 17 Billion gallons.”

“BILLION!” Harry exclaimed.

“Yes, billion, and the Black fortune totals 6 billion gallons, so the total liquid assets come to 23 Billion Gallons,
but that is not including, property, stock, and family heirlooms. If you add in those the total is well over 30 Billion
Gallons.”

“Bloody hell.” Harry whispered.

“Yes, it is quite shocking, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”  Harry stated, looking quite suprised and shocked.

“Well all you have to do is sign right here on the dotted line, and Mr. Black’s fortune will come to you.” Harry
complied. “And sign right here stating that Albus Dumbledore failed to tell you of your assets at the age of twelve.”
Harry reluctantly signed that one too. “Right now, we will send an owl to Dumbledore stating that he is no longer keeper
of your assets.”

“Um, you don’t suppose that you could wait like 48 hours before sending it, do you?” Harry asked.

“We could.”

“Good, I would like to visit my parents’ vault, I think.”

“Here is a master key to all the vaults, I will have Griphook take you down to the vault, and you may spend as long as
you need.”

“Thank you, sir, for everything.”

“You’re most welcome, Mr. Potter.”

Harry travelled down to the vault. Griphook showed him a bell that he could ring when he was ready to return. When he
entered the vault he was astounded by the vastness of the vault, on a small table an envelope addressed to him was
located.

My Dearest Harry,

If you are reading this letter, that means the worst has happened and your father and I are no longer with you. Your
father and I have spent months rearranging the vault so that anything that we feel would benefit you in your task is
easy for you to find. Even your father, who has been a Potter all of his life, does not know the full extent of the
Potter Family Riches, however. The Thing I think you will enjoy the most is this small pouch that will hold as many
gallons as you need and never grow heavier. It also has anti-theft charms and can only be opened by someone bearing the
Potter Name. Also, next to this envelope you will find a ring with the Potter crest on it. It was your father’s, I hope
that you will wear it with pride when you think of James and I. Always remember that we love you and do not despair,
there will always be someone around that loves you.

Love your mother,
Lily Evans-Potter

Harry grew angry at the letter. It was just another thing that Dumbledore had hid from him. He picked up the bag and
filled it with gallons; he also put on the ring and could feel the magical energy. A book caught his eye, it was called
Restricted Charms. “Why would my parents have a book on restricted charms,” he thought opening the book. A charm on the
table of contents popped out at him and he opened the book to that page.

The Anti-Magical Signature Charm

This charm will erase the traceability of any wand. To perform it one must find a second wand and say, “Resiqual
Magestic.” This is 100% guaranteed to be untraceable by the Ministry of Magic in every country.

Harry smirked. This was exactly what he needed. He could perform this charm and disappear until school started again. He
wouldn’t have to worry about Dumbledore tracking him down. But where could he get a second wand without suspicion
arising? Almost as soon as he thought that he noticed a long rectangular wand box, engraved on the top were the words,
Lillian Evans-Potter. He smiled; this was his mother’s wand. He pulled her wand out of the box and placed his own wand
on the table. “Resiqual Magestic,” he muttered.

He also noticed a roll of parchment; curiously he went over to it and opened it. It read:

DEED TO POTTER MANSION

Potter Mansion, located in the Valley of Lion’s Den, is one of the most hidden buildings in Britain. The Mansion and its
grounds can only be seen by a Potter or someone that a Potter has told the location to. The wards surrounding Potter
Mansion are some of the finest and work much like a Fildius Charm.

There was a small map of the area surrounding The Valley of Lion’s Den and Harry smiled. He had found his hiding spot.
He decided to write a letter to Professor Dumbledore,

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

You told me at the end of last term that you would tell me everything, but now I have discovered yet another secret you
have kept from me. You may continue using my home as Headquarters, but from this day forward we are nothing more than
Headmaster and Student. By the time you get this letter, I will have left my Aunt and Uncle’s House never to return
there. Do not worry about my safety as I can assure you I will be perfectly safe where I am going. Do not attempt to
look for me because you will not be able to find me. The only letter that will get through to me will be my official
Hogwarts letter. I will see you on September 1st and not a day earlier.

Harry Potter

He smirked at the thought of the look on Dumbledore’s face when he got that letter. Gathering everything he felt he
would need from the vault, Harry left. He went out into the street and decided to buy some things. He bought some new
robes, both Hogwarts and casual, including some robes that concealed one’s identity. He bought many things he felt like
he would need, or want to perfect his escape from Privet Drive. He even included a new truck, which was actually a room
instead of a real trunk. He also bought a book on apparition so that he could teach himself and several other books that
he felt he could study from and perfect his fighting techniques.

He finally found himself back into his room in Privet Drive around one o’clock. He wrote letters to Ron and Hermione
that he would send with Dumbledore’s letter.

Dear Ron,

I have written to tell you that I will not be seeing you this summer because I am going into hiding. Dumbledore has
greatly insulted me and I will not be bullied by him any longer. I am leaving Privet Drive forever tonight. Do not
despair; I will be back on September 1st, ready for a new school year. Give my goodbyes to the rest of your family.

Harry

Hermione’s letter was much harder to write than Ron’s.

Dear Hermione,

I won’t be seeing you this summer as I am going into hiding. Don’t worry I’ll take good care of myself and I’ll study
the entire time, (like that would ever happen!) Sorry Mione, but I think it’s for the best. I’ll see you on September
1st.

Harry

Harry packed all of his things into his new trunk, except his map to the Valley of Lion’s Den and his Firebolt. He cast
a disillusionment charm on himself and his broom and he shrunk his trunk to fit into his pocket. He then sent Hedwig off
with the three letters and flew out of his window, ready to conquer the world.

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3. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I just realised that I have forgot to put a disclaimer for the past 2 chapters, so this is for them as well.
I don’t own anything to do with Harry Potter so don’t sue me, I’m only a poor teenager and the most money you’ll be able
to find on me is $3 and maybe a few travel passes.

AN Thank you all for your kind words and for the constructive criticism you offered. However I do not appreciate people
just going on about how I am just pasting together commonly used ideas and that it is rubbish. If you don’t like my
story then no one is forcing you to read it. If you do something like that I will delete your review. On a happier moth
the next chapter should be up next week. Thanks again to my wonderful beta Sharday. Any mistakes are mine so blame them
on me!:P Read and Review.

Maddison

Chapter Three
A Lack of Faith

Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, poring through the mounds of
paperwork that littered the desk. He read a letter from a concerned parent about the safety of their child at Hogwarts
the following year and dipped his quill into his ink bottle writing for what seemed the hundredth time a letter of
assurance that there was no safer place.

A snowy white owl disturbed his calm demeanour as it dropped a letter on the desk in front of him. At first, he paid no
attention to the extra letter on his desk until he did a double take to look at the now retreating form of the owl. He
recognized the owl immediately and tore the parchment apart. His eyes darted back and forth across the page as he sunk
lower and lower in his chair. “What in the name of Merlin, have I done?” Dumbledore whispered.

“Something bothering you, Headmaster?” a silky voice said from the doorway.

Dumbledore looked up startled by the sudden presence of a member of the staff. “Severus, What a surprise!” Dumbledore
said. Snape stood in the door way with one eyebrow raised.

“Something’s wrong isn’t it?”

“I just received a letter from Harry.”

“Always about Potter, isn’t it?” Snape snarled.

“Perhaps you will think differently once you hear this.” Dumbledore said his voice thick with sorrow,

“Dear Professor Dumbledore,

You told me at the end of last term that you would tell me everything, but now I have discovered yet another secret you
have kept from me. You may continue using my home as Headquarters, but from this day forward we are nothing more than
Headmaster and Student. By the time you get this letter I will have left my Aunt and Uncle’s House never to return
there. Do not worry about my safety as I can assure you I will be perfectly safe where I am going. Do not attempt to
look for me because you will not be able to find me. The only letter that will get through to me will be my official
Hogwarts letter. I will see you on September 1st and not a day earlier.

Harry Potter.”

“Is the boy mad?” Snape hissed. “He’ll be killed for certain!”

“I’m not so certain, Severus.”

“What do you mean? There are no safe places other than this school, headquarters and his aunt and uncles!”

“Unless of course, he feels I have betrayed him in some way and wants revenge.”

“You’re not seriously suggesting…”

“I am.” Dumbledore said with a hint of finality. “Though how I have betrayed him I can only guess.”

“Dumbledo…” Snape began, but was cut off immediately as an owl flew through the window.

Dumbledore read the letter carefully, becoming paler as he neared the bottom. “Bloody hell.” he whispered.

Snape looked taken aback by the use of language by the headmaster. Dumbledore looked up at him and said, “He’s found out
about his inheritance, I was supposed to tell him three years ago.”

Snape raised an eyebrow. “Surely the boy isn’t mad over that tiny little…”

“And with the assets come the revelation that he’s the heir of Gry…” Dumbledore cut off horrified at what he had said,
hoping that Snape hadn’t caught it.

“He’s the Heir of Gryffindor.” Snape said. “I should have known.”

Dumbledore looked at Snape and sighed, “I am calling a meeting of the Order in an hour. Would you go and try to find out
if Voldemort knows anything?”

Snape nodded and swept from the room.

An hour later, the Order of the Phoenix was gathered in the kitchen of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. The members were
muttering amongst themselves trying to discover why a meeting was called on such short notice. Dumbledore entered and
they immediately quieted down.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news.” he said. The members braced themselves, their eyes darting around looking for missing
members. “Harry Potter has run away.” The Order looked dumbstruck. Molly Weasley was the first to say something,

“WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD HE RUN AWAY?!”

“We have reason to believe that he might join Voldemort.” Dumbledore said sadly. At this comment Chaos broke out among
the members.

“PREPOSTEROUS!” Tonks shouted.

“HE WOULD NEVER!” Molly Weasley screeched.

“THE HEIRS OF GRYFFINDOR AND SLYTHERIN WILL NEVER GET ALONG!” Remus Lupin shouted, causing everyone in the room to go
dead silent. “Oops.” he muttered.

“What do you mean Remus?” Arthur Weasley asked. “Harry is the heir?”

“Yes,” Remus said looking towards the floor. “And legend has it in the Gryffindor line that Slytherin swore that one
day, his heir would exterminate the Gryffindor line. But that’s beside the point, Albus what makes you think that Harry
would join Voldemort?”

“I received a letter from him stating that by the time you get this letter I will have left my Aunt and Uncle’s House
never to return there. Do not worry about my safety as I can assure you I will be perfectly safe where I am going. Do
not attempt to look for me because you will not be able to find me.”

Fred or was it George snorted. “How in…” George said

“…the world” Fred continued.

“Did you…”

“…come to that”

“…conclusion?”

“Sounds like…” Fred laughed.

“Harry’s finally…” George hissed

“…taking control”

“…of his”

“…own life.”

Bill Weasley nodded, “Just because Harry’s found some place to be safe doesn’t mean he’s gone to Voldemort.”

“Though it does cause some speculation on to where he is and what his motives are.” Charlie added.

“The only place I can think of where I would not be able to reach him is the lair of Voldemort.” Dumbledore said.

“You have no faith in him!” Arthur Weasley shouted. “After all he’s done! YOU, of all people, Dumbledore, should have a
little faith in him. Without him on our side, You-Know-Who, would have came back five years ago! FIVE!”

“We can’t just throw out the possibility.” Moody barked. “Potter has enough hate in him to easily become a dark wizard,
perhaps not a follower of You-Know-Who, but a dark wizard at that.”

“He’s not with the Dark Lord.” A cold voice said from the doorway, “Though I suppose it’s only a matter of time.”
Several heads spun to face the speaker.

“What do you mean?” Tonks asked.

“The Dark Lord has been monitoring Potter’s home for weeks. His alarms went off early this morning. He currently has at
least half of his death eaters out there searching for him.” Snape said in monotone. The members of the order gasped.
Just then, Kingsley Shacklebolt stormed in.

“Harry’s missing, and his relatives are dead!” he yelled.

“If you had been here earlier you would have known that we are aware that Harry is missing.” Tonks said coolly.

“Oh.”

“I was just getting to that.” Snape said softly. “The Dark Lord had just returned from an attack on Potter’s family. He
killed them all personally.”

The room broke into a series of whispers.

“We have to send a search party out.” A witch said, many members nodded their heads in agreement.

Meanwhile, while the order was busy discussing Harry Potter, the boy was flying over the English countryside. Unknown to
him he was slowly being surrounded by no less than thirty death eaters bent on bringing him to their master. A signal
was sent to the other Death Eaters and the ringleader shot a stunner out at Harry. It hit dead on and Harry fell, over a
mile from the ground. His shrunken trunk fell out of his pocket as he fell and his broom fell alongside it, but a Death
Eater caught Harry and the group made their descent.

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4. Chapter 4

Sorry about the long delay but my internet has been down almost continually this past week and a bit because of all the
storms around. Also, the chapter names have got a bit mixed up and I’m not sure how to fix it without having to reload
the chapter, but that would mean losing all your lovely reviews, so, I hope you know what I meant. Many thanks to my
beta, Sharday, all mistakes are mine so blame me for them. Read, enjoy, and review.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, JKR does along with various publishing companies.

Chapter Four
The Devil’s Lair

Lord Voldemort smirked as the small, frail teenager was brought before him. He could tell that the boy was not well, he
was bruised in several places and much thinner than the last time they had met only weeks before. Bellatrix Lestrange
presented him with the wand of his enemy and he pocketed it, before saying, “Let me see your arm.” If the woman was
surprised by this request she did not show it, but she complied and didn’t even wince when the Dark Lord’s finger
touched her pale skin.

Severus Snape felt the mark burn and he gasped, clasping his hand around his left forearm. Many of the members of the
Order looked at him with odd looks before he spoke in a shaky voice, “Dumbledore, he calls, this is definitely not
good.”

Dumbledore looked at the man before him with concern and nodded slightly, “Do what you can, Severus. Just remember you
are no good to anybody dead.”

Severus Snape inclined his head and left the room before appearing at the Dark Lord’s side, he noticed the small boy who
was held unconscious by two Death Eaters and could hardly believe his eyes, in only two weeks, Harry Potter had gone
from a strong, Quidditch player, to a small, weak boy, it was all Snape could do to suppress a gasp.

He kneeled before his master and kissed the hem of his robes. “My Lord” He whispered before standing and taking his
place in the circle.

When all of the Death Eaters were in place, the Dark Lord’s raspy voice rung out, “Wake the prisoner.”

One of the Death Eaters holding the boy took out his wand and muttered a spell; Harry lifted his head in confusion and
wildly looked around at the Death Eaters before looking Voldemort in the eye and muttering, “Well, this seems familiar.”

Snape suppressed a laugh at Potter’s demeanour. Even in the face of a certain death the boy still had sarcastic remarks
to say.

“Harry Potter, I welcome you.” Voldemort snarled.

“Well, that’s all fine and dandy.” Harry hissed.

“Crucio.” Snape forced himself not to turn his head as the screams of the boy he disliked, but did not completely hate
filled the cavernous room. When the curse was lifted Harry hissed, “You call that pain? You know nothing of pain.”

“Crucio.” Voldemort smiled as his arch-enemy squirmed under the curse. When he lifted the spell, he asked, “Are you
quite done, Potter?” Harry didn’t answer; he was still short of breath from the curse. “Tut-tut, I see you didn’t learn
your lesson the first time, Potter.”

“Imperio.”

Snape’s eyes went wide, as the boy fought the curse.

“Respect is essential, Potter, you must learn to respect your superiors.” Voldemort taunted.

“I do respect my superiors,” Harry hissed, “You’re just not one of them.”

“Why, you INSOLENT, LITTLE BRAT! CRUCIO!” Voldemort screamed.

Snape’s eyebrows rose at the two, he had known Potter for five years and had never seen this side of him, he had seen
many sides of the boy, but complete and utter loathing with this degree of boldness, was something he had never seen.

“I give you one last chance Potter.” Voldemort hissed. “Join me and together we can rule the world.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before, Voldy, but I’d rather rip out my heart with my bare hands and eat it than
work for you.” Harry snarled.

“Crucio.” Voldemort hissed. “Very well, then. Crucio.” Harry screamed, and screamed, and screamed, until his voice
started to give away.

Snape watched as Voldemort tortured Harry, “He’s going to crack, if you leave him under that much longer,” Snape
thought.

When Voldemort finally released him from the curse he barked, “Take him down to the dungeons, the highest security
cells, there will be no mistakes this time.” Voldemort swept from the room leaving a bunch of Death Eaters and a
semi-conscious Harry Potter behind.

Snape apparated back to Grimmauld Place, not bothering to take off his Death Eater robes.

When he entered the kitchen, the first reaction of everyone in the room was to scream, or pull out their wand. He was
surprised at their reaction before he realized that he was still wearing his robes, he pulled out his wand and muttered
a spell instantly changing from the robes. He was very pale and nearly collapsed into an empty chair.

“You’ve been gone awhile, Severus.” Dumbledore stated.

Snape just nodded.

“What did you find out?” Dumbledore prompted.

Snape looked up at Dumbledore and whispered, “All is lost.”

“What do you mean?” Molly Weasely hissed. “Surely you haven’t given up hope.”

Snape braced himself and hissed, “Hear me out, and no interruptions.”

“Go on.” Dumbledore said.

“The Dark Lord has Potter.” There were murmurs of astonishment throughout the room. “He tortured him in front of us,
however, I believe that there is more to this than meets the eye. Potter was in rough shape before the Dark Lord even
laid a hand on him. The Dark Lord has ordered Potter locked in his highest security cell. Nobody can enter this cell
without the Dark Lord as a witness. I think he’s planning something big that has to do with the boy. It is my belief
that he is planning to kill him in front of a large group of people. I believe he is going to choose a large crowded
area to draw attention to his strength, if the people see Potter fall at the hands of the Dark Lord, then they’ll be
morally crushed.” The entire room sat in stunned silence.

“Well, then we have get him out of there before they can do that.” Tonks spluttered.

“Easier said than done.” Snape responded. “I cannot lead you to the Dark Lord’s headquarters, because the Dark Lord
himself is the secret keeper. Even if we could get in there, we would never make it to Potter, we’d either all die
before we get there or the Dark Lord would be ready to kill Potter the moment you are all there to see it.”

“There must be something we can do!” Minerva McGonagall shouted.

“I’m afraid until Voldemort launches his plan, there is nothing.” Dumbledore said sadly. “Except to find where he was
ambushed and try to decipher where he was going.”

“The children will be heartbroken.” Molly whispered.

“Yes, they will be, Molly, will you go fetch Ginny, Ron and Miss Granger?” Dumbledore asked.

“Yes, I suppose they will need to be told.” She said and quietly left the room. She walked up the stairs to where the
kids were hanging out.

“Hi, mum.” Ginny said.

“Dears, you’re wanted downstairs.” Molly told the youngsters.

“We get to go to the meeting!” Ron exclaimed.

“Yes and no, just get down there.” Molly barked. The three hurried out of the room and downstairs.

When they entered the room they noticed all the long faces and Ron stupidly said, “Who died?” Molly and several other
witches in attendance shot him a look of disgust.

“I am afraid that we have some bad news.” Dumbledore said. “Harry has been captured by Voldemort.”

“NO!” Hermione yelled. “He said he would be fine! He said he was going into hiding!”

“What’s this?” Arthur asked, but Hermione was already sobbing into Ron’s shoulder. He was awkwardly patting her on the
back looking flabbergasted.

“Hermione and I received letters from Harry a little while ago telling us that he was going into hiding.” Ron said.

“IT’S YOUR FAULT!” Hermione suddenly yelled, recalling a line from Harry’s letter to her. “YOU DID SOMETHING TO MAKE HIM
LEAVE! HE WAS MAD AT YOU!” Hermione lashed out a Dumbledore.

“I can assure you I did no such thing.” Dumbledore responded.

“LIAR!” Hermione yelled, storming out of the room with Ginny at her heels.

“Errr.” Ron said slightly uncomfortable. “Women.” He muttered and flew out of the room.

“Well that went over well.” Snape remarked.

“Indeed.” Dumbledore Replied.

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5. Chapter 5

Thank you all for your kind reviews. Thanks to my beta Sharday, all mistakes are my own so blame them on me. I doubt his
chapter will do much for you but I will put up the next chapter as soon as possible, before the end of the week.

Maddison

Disclaimer: I don’t even own the computer I’m working on, let alone Harry Potter

Chapter Five
A Charm Long Forgotten

1054 A.D.

Godric Gryffindor stood looking at the coffin that held the body of his only son. He glanced around at the other
mourners and recognized several ex-students of his, Alexandra Gryffindor, his daughter-in-law, Helga Hufflepuff, and
Rowena Ravenclaw. Tears were falling heavily from these three women as they looked at the coffin that held the mangled
body of Galen Gryffindor. He watched as Helen Trishen, the daughter of Helga Hufflepuff, and wife of Michael Trishen,
walked over to Alexandra and laid a comforting hand on the young widow.

“Alexandra, it’ll be okay.” Helen whispered. “You and the baby will be fine.”

“It’s too soon, Helen.” Alexandra sobbed. “We only just married.” Alexandra and Galen had married eight months ago and
currently Alexandra was seven months pregnant with her first born child.

Rowena Ravenclaw slowly approached Godric. “Godric, I am so…”

“Don’t be Rowena; it is not your fault.” Godric interrupted.

“No, it isn’t though I wonder what would have happened if we had allowed him to get his way.” Rowena said softly.

“Then there would be hundreds of uneducated muggle-born witches and wizards wandering around the country.”

“Oh Godric, how can you be so calm, he’s threatened to exterminate your line! Oh how has it come to this!” Rowena
wailed.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

“What else could he possible have done?” Rowena exclaimed.

“He has vowed that someday somewhere down his line, his heir will exterminate my line forever.”
“He has an heir!” Rowena gasped.

“Yes, a son, Silas, Silas Salazar Slytherin.”

“How fitting.” Rowena sarcastically remarked. “It is hard to see how so close of friends could have turned out so
drastically different.”

“Rowena, my dear, it is at the end of one’s life that they realize the mistakes they have made throughout their life.”

“What do you speak of Godric? The end of one’s life?”

“We are old, Rowena, even by wizard standards.”

“Godric, you may still live for half a century!” Rowena laughed. “Stop talking like your going to die tomorrow.

“I’m dying, Rowena. Slowly, yes, but surely, if you were to put me up against a young adult such as Silas Slytherin, or
Michael then I would surely fall to their blade.”

“The Godric Gryffindor I knew would never lose a sword fight.”

“The Godric Gryffindor you knew has perished Rowena.”

“Oh Godric, you still have so much to live for, what about Alexandra and the baby.”

“I will live to see the baby’s birth, but not long after that.”

“Godric Gryffindor you are impossible!” Rowena hissed and stormed off.

Godric stood staring at the retreating back of Rowena Ravenclaw. “I must protect my line, Rowena, even if it’ll surely
bring about my death.”

“Lord Gryffindor, the carriage is ready as soon as you are, milord.” A young servant boy announced. “Mistress Gryffindor
would like to leave soon; she says that she cannot stand the dreadful atmosphere any longer.”

“I’m coming.” Godric said following the boy to the carriage. He entered to find Alexandra staring out of the window with
a longing look on her face.

“Alexandra.” He greeted.

“Lord Gryffindor.” She said her voice thick with sadness.

“My dear, how many times do I need to tell you to call me Godric? You are after all carrying my grandchild.”

“I hope it’s a girl.” Alexandra said. “I won’t be able to stand it if it’s a boy. You know he’ll look just like Galen if
it’s a boy, all of you Gryffindors look exactly like your papa’s.”

“Don’t worry Alexandra, in time the pain from his death will fade, but I will not be around forever, promise me
Alexandra that when I die you will go live with your brother, he will keep you safe from the Slytherins.”

“I will, sir, but are you not well?”

“Alas, my dear, I’m afraid that my time here on earth is quickly coming to an end.”

The two fell silent for a few moments and all that could be heard was the pitter patter of the horses’ hooves on the
cobblestone as the carriage pulled up the lane leading to Gryffindor Manor.

Two months later Alexandra went into labour. Her midwives brought her through it, but Godric heard the agonizing screams
from his study and sighed remembering the birth of his son and his beautiful wife Felicity. Felicity had also been
killed by Salazar Slytherin in an attempt to show Godric who was superior and more powerful. He was startled out of his
thoughts by a young woman coming to the door and asking,

“Did Lord Gryffindor want to see his grandson?”

“It’s a boy then?” Godric smiled. Of course it was a boy; a girl hadn’t been born into the family in 21 generations.

“Yes, milord.” Gryffindor got up and went into Alexandra’s room. She was holding the baby and Godric cleared his throat
to announce his presence.

“Oh Lord Gryffindor!” Alexandra exclaimed.

“Alexandra…” he said warningly.

“Oh alright, Godric, is that good? I would like to introduce you to your grandson Gregory Galen Gryffindor.”

“Ah, keeping the tradition alive are you? The “g” for the first name and the father’s name for the middle, he’s
beautiful Alexandra, he’s got your eyes.”

“Yes, but everything else is Galen.”

“Alas it is the curse of Gryffindor.” Alexandra laughed at the old man’s comment.

“I’m feeling rather tired, perhaps you could watch Gregory for me?”

“I would be honoured to.” Godric replied taking the child and quietly leaving the room. When he was back in his study he
looked at the small child and whispered, “Right, well it’s now or never, Gregory.” He set the child on his comfortable
scarlet and gold arm chair and took out his wand.

“Contego el funis, nullus Fateor excessum de extremus, simper simul.” He muttered. A golden light extracted from his
wand and bathed the baby, the golden light infiltrated every inch of skin on the boy and slowly disappeared, and when it
was gone the room was filled with Gregory Galen Gryffindor’s cries and Lord Godric Gamblin Gryffindor lay dead on the
floor with his wand still in hand.

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6. Chapter 6

Sorry for the long wait between chapters, but I haven’t got this chapter back from my beta yet, so it is edited only by
me. If anyone would like to be my beta please contact me on my email (h-hr-4eva@msn.com), and I will consider you.

Maddison

I’m not J K Rowling (and who would want to be, after the last two books) and
I definitely don’t own Harry Potter.

Chapter 6
The Fallen Hero

Harry Potter was vaguely aware of where he was he knew he was walking and he knew that his wounds had been cared for, to
some extent. He was brought the large circular room that he had seen once, three weeks ago. He noticed the death eaters
filling the room as he was led to the dais where Voldemort was standing ready for battle. “Harry how nice of you to join
us,” Voldemort smirked. Harry didn’t respond as he had long since stopped responding to Voldemort’s taunts. Voldemort
grabbed Harry by the arm and the death eaters bowed returning to their spots. He laughed softly in Harry’s ear and said,
“You’ll be with your mudblood mother soon.” Harry showed no response to the taunt something that one Severus Snape did
not fail to notice.

“My Friends!” Voldemort exclaimed. “Today is the day we have all been waiting for! We attack London!”

A great cheer flew threw the death eaters.

“And make a fool of the muggle-loving fools’ hero!”

Another cheer rose from the death eaters.

Voldemort lowered his voice and hissed, “Of course the only real way to do that would be to really fight the boy, but we
all know he’s in know condition to actually win, so I present you Potter, your wand.” He held out the wand to the boy
that showed no emotion, when Harry didn’t take it he placed it into Harry’s pocket and smirked.

“And now let us begin our rein of terror!”

The death eaters apparated to London. The muggles screamed at the sudden appearance of these cloaked figures. One
threesome of muggles stopped in their tracks as they witnessed the mayhem the cloaked figures were causing with little
pieces of wood and their eyes widened in disbelief. The disbelief grew even more as other wizards and witches appeared
to fight the ones causing mayhem. A full scale battle was beginning and it appeared as if the magical world would not be
secret for much longer, it is simply not possible to obliviate the entire world, and muggles have their own special way
to make sure the entire world sees an event, it’s called the television.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny, stood with wands out fighting off the death eaters from getting a group of little children, the
order had not wanted them involved, but when they learned that it could possibly be the last time they would ever see
Harry alive, they could not be kept from the battle.

“Hermione duck!” Ginny yelled as a red light shot close to Hermione’s head, the older girl ducked, showing her
appreciation to the younger one with a simple nod of her head as she sent of her next curse.

“Ron watch the one to your left!” Hermione warned, as a death eater approached on her friend’s left.

“Thanks Mione!” He called as he shot a spell towards the death eater. Their fighting continued until the chiming of the
clock tower as it chimed noon brought everyone’s attention to the base of the clock tower, where the Dark Lord had just
appeared pulling along a small, dark haired boy.

“HARRY!” Hermione screamed, causing everyone in the general vicinity to stop and look towards the tower. Harry was on
the ground in front of the Dark Lord. Voldemort’s cold voice rang out through the air,

“Crucio.” Harry screamed causing everyone to stop and look towards the two.

A muggle elbowed her husband, while holding her son close to her and hissed, “That’s…that’s….”

“I know perfectly well who that is.” The man responded, his voice shaking slightly.

“BEHOLD DUMBLEDORE!” Voldemort called as he ended the curse. “YOUR SO-CALLED SAVIOR!” His laugh rang out through the
silence. “THE ONE PROPHOCIZED TO BE MY DOWNFALL!”

“How did he know about that!” Hermione hissed to Ron.

“I don’t know, Mione,” He responded.

“TODAY I WILL FULLFILL THE PROPHECY, DUMBLEDORE! AND YOUR ORDER WILL FALL!”

Dumbledore stood their rooted to his spot his eyes wide with astonishment.

“YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY DUMBLEDORE! NO LAST WORDS FOR YOUR FAILED SAVIOR!”

“Let him go Tom. He has done nothing.” Dumbledore said his voice cold and emotionless.”

“OH, BUT HE HAS DONE EVERYTHING NOW WATCH AS YOUR SAVIOR DIES!”

Harry had gotten to his feet, with a new strength that had come with the sound of Dumbledore’s voice; he was drawing his
wand as a death eater shouted, “MY LORD WATCH OUT!”

Voldemort spun on his heel to see Harry standing there with his wand halfway out of his pocket. He smirked, “I don’t
think so Potter, AVADA KADAVRA!”

“HARRY!” Several voices rang out as the green light flew towards Harry Potter. It hit him in the chest and the green
light turned to gold, blinding everyone in the area, when the light cleared the only thing left of Harry James Potter
was a smoking pile of ashes.

“NOOOOOOOOO!” Several female voices rang out, some of which being, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, and
Tonks.

Voldemort smirked triumphantly and pointed his wand upward, “Morsmordre!” He hissed as the dark mark shot into the sky.
“My work here is done.” He apparated along with his death eaters triumphant.

When they were gone several females fell to the ground sobbing, “He can’t be gone, he can’t be d-d-de-dead!” Hermione
wailed.

Dumbledore walked up, “Come children, I’m afraid there is nothing more we can do.”

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7. Chapter 7

Hi, another new chapter for you all. Sorry for the long wait. I hope to have the next chapter up quicker. Maddison

Oh, and I don’t own anything you recognise.

Chapter 7
Contego el funis, nullus Fateor excessum de extremus, simper simul

Harry appeared alongside a stream in a forest. He had no idea how he had gotten there or where there was. He heard a
voice say something from behind him and he spun around shooting a stunning spell as he spun. His eyesight grew blurry as
the full impact of his fatigue hit him as he fell to the ground with a thump, his head landing on the stunned man.

Another man came looking for the first man and chuckled as he saw his friend lying on the ground as a boy’s pillow, a
boy that looked hardly older than twelve. Pulling the frail boy off of his friend he muttered a spell. His friend woke
and groaned, “What in the world happened?”

“It appears that this boy stunned you.” The man smirked. “Though I must wonder how it is that one as powerful as you
could be stunned by one so small as he.”

“Shut up Salazar.” The man grumbled. “How was I to know he had a wand? I thought he was a muggle!”

“A muggle, this close to our school? Godric that’s preposterous. Though I do wonder who sent him, my money’s on
Tratorian, he’s always trying to steal our secrets.” The man called Salazar hissed. “We’ll bring him up to the school
for an interrogation.”

“Whatever you say, Salazar, my heads spinning too much to deal with it.” Godric responded.

“Well if you hadn’t wandered off without telling anyone in the first place you wouldn’t have gotten into this mess in
the first place.” Salazar chided.

“I’m not a child Salazar; I can take care of myself.”

“Yet I always seem to be saving you from your insufferable Gryffindor stupidity.”

“Humph.”

Salazar smirked and waved his wand at the boy, causing him to levitate. “Come now, best not to linger if there are
enemies around.”

Harry woke up with a groan on a cold dungeon floor, “Well this is different,” he thought. “This is certainly not the
same dungeon, Voldemort’s been keeping me in, so where the hell am I?”

A man entered, “I see you’re finally awake.” Harry thought the man looked vaguely familiar, but he had no idea where he
had seen him before, he also spoke with an accent that Harry could not place and he was certain he had never heard this
man speak before. “I will need to interrogate you. I am sure you are familiar with the method, it will be a lot easier
with your cooperation.” Harry looked at the man bewildered; he surely WAS NOT familiar with the method.

“Err, method?”

“Are you dim boy!” The man hissed. “Legilimency.”

Harry panicked. He had no idea who this man was and he was certainly NOT going to plunge into his mind. “WHAT? NO WAY!
GET AWAY FROM ME!” He yelled.

“I can do it with or without you cooperation boy, but it will be a hell of a lot less painful if you cooperate.” Harry
backed up against the wall.

“Stay away from me.” He hissed, his fear confirmed that whoever this man was, and it was clear he was no death eater,
that this man was not friendly and not on his side.

“Legimens!” The man hissed. Harry saw things flash before his mind,

“Not HARRY! PLEASE NOT HARRY!”
“Avada Kadavra!”
“FREAK!”
“DAD THE FREAK DID IT AGAIN!”
“I’m a Wizard…”
“Harry, we could be great, together we could bring them back.”
“I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!”
“Now let’s test the power of Lord Voldemort, the Heir of Slytherin against the power of Harry Potter!”

Harry’s attacker was going pale, but he couldn’t pull out now, not yet he needed to finish.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”
“Morsmordre!”
“It’s the Dark Mark, Harry! YOU-Know-WHO’s Sign!”
“And the Hogwart’s champion…Cedric Diggory……Harry Potter.”
“Maybe someone’s hoping Potter is going to die for it.”
“AVADA KADAVRA!”
“Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son! Flesh-of the servant-w-willingly given-you will revive
your master. B-blood of the enemy…forcibly taken… you will… resurrect your foe.”
“But look, Harry! My true family returns!”
“Crucio!”
“Now untie him, Wormtail, and give him back his wand.”
“I said, bow.”
“Answer me! Imperio!”
“Harry… take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents.”
“You-Know-Who…returned? Preposterous. Come now, Dumbledore…”
“Legimens!.... You lost control”
“Very Good, Potter. Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me.”
“SIRIUS!”
“There’s nothing you can do, Harry….nothing…. He’s gone.”
“SHE KILLED SIRIUS! SHE KILLED HIM-I’LL KILL HER!”
“If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy.”
“Harry Potter, I welcome you.”
“Crucio!”
“Legimens!
“Crucio!”
“BEHOLD DUMBLEDORE! YOUR SO-CALLED SAVIOR!”

Harry’s attacker pulled out, having seen enough. The boy was in a daze and quickly fell unconscious. “What have I done?”
the man thought. He took the boy up into his arms and brought him out of the cold dungeon, he headed towards the guest
rooms closest to his personal quarters. Along the way he ran into his fellow founders.

“Good Lord, Salazar whatever are you doing?” One of the women said.

“You’re so pale, Salazar are you feeling alright?” the other woman asked.

“I take it you interrogated him?” Godric asked.

“I have wronged him in more ways than one.” Salazar whispered not stopping.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“He’s from the future, Rowena.”

“WHAT!” All three of his co-founders exclaimed.

“I will explain later, but now, let me put him in bed, I fear he may be severely injured.”

“But I don’t see any injures.” Godric stated.

“That’s because his enemies patched him up so that his friends didn’t know he was hurt.”

Salazar placed the boy on the bed and slowly removed his shirt, they all gasped as the saw the bloodied, bruised chest
of the boy.

“The poor dear!” Helga exclaimed. “What kind of monster would do this to a child?”

“My heir.” Salazar said spat. “The monster’s my bloody heir.”

“Is that why you feel you’ve wronged him in more ways than one?” Rowena prodded.

“Yes and that I have betrayed his trust by looking through his mind, much like my heir did to him to find the answers he
needed.”

“The poor dear.” Helga repeated. “We must help him.”

“Yes we must.” Salazar repeated.

“Godric, he’s in your house….”

“Oh no Salazar, he is yours, you are the one that has betrayed his trust you’re the one that will have to regain it.”

“Bloody Gryffindors.” He muttered as the founder exited the room.

“I heard that!” Godric called as he left.

“Will you need any assistance caring for his wounds?” Rowena asked.

“No, just get out of my sight.” Salazar hissed causing Rowena and Helga to run out of the room. “Harry Potter…. Whatever
am I going to do with you?” he said running his hand through the boy’s hair.

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8. IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE!

Hi everyone.

I am very sorry about the long time between updates, and, as you may have noticed, I have decided to pause my story
until further notice. I am going through a tough time right now -- recently I had a huge fight with my so-called ‘best
friend’ that set almost all of my apparent ‘friends’  against me, except for two, one of which is holidaying in Europe
at the moment and will be for almost a year while the other is moving to England sometime next year. In addition to that
I have severely injured one of my fingers on my left hand making it very difficult for me to type, and have lost all
prewritten chapters when my computer crashed. This, along with many other emotional issues in my life at the moment has
not really left me with the time, patience, motivation or desire to write. When I feel up to it I will be working on my
story as much as I can, but updates will be few and far between, at least for the next year, possibly more. If any of
you have ideas or theories about my story, please email them to me at my email h-hr-4eva@msn.com and I might incorporate
them into my story when I am working on it.

Many Thanks

Maddison