Harry Potter and the Alternate Past

Disclaimer; You know the drill. Anything you recognize is not mine (I wish), I don\'t make money (at all in fact), and if you don\'t sue I won\'t tell your mother that you read this kind of stories.

A/N: This is the first story I have decided to publish even though it is a WIP. It hasn\'t been beta\'ed, so there might be typos and bad grammar, but please don\'t spank me for it. English is not my native language. Oh, and if you do find any, or merely wish to comment, please leave feedback. If you only wish to flame, don\'t bother, as it will only make yourself look stupid. After all, there are all kinds of warnings here.

Warnings: This is a slash story, meaning that Severus and Harry will do all kinds of naughty things together. There will also be some underage experimentation in this story, but the story is meant to cover several years so they will both be consenting adults in no time. Oh, and I have a twisted mind, so basically anything can happen. Don\'t say I didn\'t warn you.

On with the show.



Prologue

Harry threw his invisibility cloak down and listened for any sound indicating that he had been discovered. A shuffling around the corner of the corridor had him shifting closer to the wall. Just as he raised his wand to hex whoever it was, a familiar voice hissed; “Potter!”

Harry felt his anger flare up as he stared into the dark eyes of his former Potions professor. His own eyes narrowed and he let his anger build, preparing to show the man just how much he had learned about the Dark Arts since their last duel, while at the back of his mind a small voice asked; ‘Why hasn’t he even raised his wand?’

Just as Harry uttered the first syllable of the Cruciatus Curse, Snape’s focus shifted to something behind Harry, and on instinct the boy whirled around while moving over to the other side of the hallway. The green curse missed him by less than a handbreadth, and without pausing Harry finished the last syllable even as his wand was shifting target. It wasn’t until the other Death Eater was crumpled on the floor in agony that Harry recognized him as Pettigrew, the traitor. He let an ugly smirk grace his lips, then he remembered Snape and shifted so that he could keep them both in view.

Snape hadn’t moved. He was watching Pettigrew writhing on the floor with an almost indifferent expression, and Harry’s feeling of wrongness grew. It was almost as if Snape was waiting his turn. But that was absurd.

Before Harry could follow that line of thought any further there was a loud crack of apparation, and then everything happened so fast. Voldemort was standing in the hallway, halfway between Harry and Pettigrew, and his wand was pointed straight at Harry. As if he was watching it in slow motion he saw the green light shoot out of Voldemort’s wand, then he was pushed out of the way by Snape, and he could swear that he heard a hissed “Foolish boy!” before Snape was engulfed by the green light. Wide-eyed Harry stared at Snape as he collapsed onto the floor. He had taken the killing curse meant for Harry. He had given his life for him. The voice in Harry’s head was shouting now. ‘Nooo! He wasn’t supposed to do that! How can I hate him for killing Dumbledore when he gave his life to save mine?!’

“Severusss, you traitorousss fool. Ssuch a wassste, and all in vain.”

Voldemort made a grimace which may have been an attempt at an evil grin, but with his narrow lipless mouth it just looked like he was in pain. Then his focus shifted back to Harry who by now had his wand pointed straight at Voldemort.

“What are you going to do? Kill me? You couldn’t even kill Peter or Severusss, although I musst admit that your grassp of Cruciatusss hasss improved ssince our lasst meeting. Put your wand away, and I promisss that your death will be painless, and that your little friendsss will be ssafe from me.”

Harry felt like he was becoming unraveled. Gathering up all his rage and hate and directing it towards Voldemort he felt a strange kind of calm come over him. Bending his knees he lowered himself towards the floor while keeping his eyes and his wand on Voldemort. With his empty hand he felt around on the floor in front of him. Just as Voldemort finished speaking he caught a fold of his invisibility cloak, and a grin so evil that it made even Voldemort’s eyes widen graced his lips, before two little words slipped out just as the cloak slipped off Nagini’s headless corpse. Voldemort died knowing that his last Horcrux had been destroyed, and there would be no coming back this time.

As the link they had shared became brutally severed Harry doubled over in pain. His scar burst open, and blood flowed down over his face. Vaguely he heard someone else crying out, but through the dizzying pain he paid it no heed until a different kind of pain shot through his back. Jerking away from it he suddenly felt it difficult to breathe, and he twisted to see Pettigrew leaning over him with a bloody dagger in his silvered hand. Before his eyes the silvery substance started to dissolve, and Pettigrew dropped the dagger and grasped his silvered hand with the other, as if he were attempting to keep the magic from dissipating by physically holding it back.

Harry weakly lifted his wand and drew a breath. Despite a nasty gurgling sound from his chest he managed to whisper out “Avada Kedavra” and smiled grimly when Pettigrew toppled over. Then he coughed and toppled forward himself. ‘I did it. I avenged my parents, and fulfilled the prophecy. Dumbledore would have been proud of me.’

His thoughts became more fuzzy as his consciousness faded.

‘Now I can rest. Ron… Hermione… I am so sorry.’

…



‘No you don’t!’

Suddenly there was another presence in Harry’s mind.

‘I didn’t wait a thousand years to be reborn only to die now. If you won’t take charge, then I will.’

With a massive effort the new presence wrestled away the control over Harry’s magic and with a crack Harry’s body apparated away.