423Summary: Harry goes back in time to Marauder's era incognito story. Trying to bring twists to a cliched plot. Will include Snape, people from the future following Harry, two Voldemorts running around and Bellatrix. Trying to stay faithful to most characters.
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Chapter 1: Innocent Until Proven Guilty
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows p.595:
"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?" whispered Harry.
"Does the wand in your hand know that its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does … I am the true master of the elder wand."
A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them, as an edge of dazzling sun appeared above the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort's was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he, too, yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand:
"Expelliarmus!"
"Deathero Infinitis"
A large crack resounded in the great hall, as if the matter of the universe itself was being torn apart. The onlookers were swept down by a mighty gale; when all turned silent and they looked back up to the centre of the great hall, Harry Potter and Voldemort had vanished, replaced by a lightning shaped incision carved into the floor itself.
Harry opened his eyes, looking at himself in wonder. He seemed to be floating in nothingness, a warm light bathing him. He remembered Voldemort's curse enveloping him, a curse he had never heard of. And now he seemed to be in a limbo, neither here nor there. Was he finally dead? Had his luck run out? And strangely, for the second time that night, Harry felt himself accepting the inevitable. His friends were safe: Voldemort would be overpowered by the multitude in the hall and his lack of supporters, the horcruxes were gone, and the elder wand's power should vanish with him. All was well. Harry closed his eyes as he felt himself letting go, floating. He would see his parents, Sirius, and Remus; as images of them filled his brain; Harry heard another crack and suddenly found himself lying face-down back in the Great Hall.
His defenses kicking in, he leapt up, all the bones in his body groaning in protest. But the Great Hall seemed empty; there was no one in sight. Harry gazed suspiciously around him, his phoenix tail feather gripped tightly in his hand. What in the world was happening? Suddenly, he spied motion on his right and Voldemort stood up. The elder wand was raised right at him as Voldemort eyed him with hatred and mistrust.
"What have you done, boy?" Harry looked, bewildered, at Voldemort.
"I-You didn't cause this Tom?"
Suddenly Voldemort laughed, a high pitched shriek which seemed to grind against Harry's ears.
"You have no idea what you just did?" He approached slowly, and Harry stood his ground.
"What did you curse me with?"
"I banished us into a magical limbo. Seeing as my wand cannot kill you, at least I would have had the satisfaction of taking you with me." At this his nostrils flared and his voice turned silky.
"But I have, once again, underestimated you, Potter. Before the limbo could turn corporeal, you moved us back."
"You lie, where is everyone then?"
"Limbo is apart from space and time. You seem to have brought us back to the where, but then, the when even I do not know yet. We could be years in the future." Voldemort's voice had turned dark with pleasure and Harry had to ask:
"Even if I believe you, why are you telling me this?"
"Because this is perfect, because I want you to know how you will suffer."
"Wha–"
"Whichever time we are in, I swear I will not let you escape it. I will kill and torture everyone in this time who is close to you, whether I find your ancestors or descendants. I will have, essentially, killed the boy who lived."
Harry felt his determination rise. "I will not let you do so, Voldemort. You are powerless here. Even your wand will not attack me, so what will you do? All whom I care about are safe, away from this time."
At that moment the hall doors opened, and in strode Dumbledore. Harry gasped – he couldn't help it. He was facing Dumbledore, after all, a Dumbledore who had whipped out his wand and was pointing it straight at them.
"Well, well, what is going on here? Death Eaters invading Hogwarts?"
"Professor!"
Dumbledore raised his wand, peering through his glasses coldly. "Masquerading as a student will not work with me." Then Dumbledore's eyes widened. "Lord Voldemort, or Tom, if I may say, in person! Have you really fallen so low as to use children in your acts of evil?"
Voldemort laughed, but he kept his wand directed to Harry as Harry to him. "See boy, I will start all over again. Lord Voldemort survives everywhere. And once you have realized the futility of trying to escape me, you will join me."
Harry was still gazing at Dumbledore, conflicting emotions warring. "I have defeated you before, and I will again. Shall we continue our duel?"
Voldermort hissed in anger. "Do you really think I will foolishly fight now, boy? You will never get the wand from me."
Then, waving his wand at the glass window, he blew it up and rose through the air, vanishing into the first rays of the sun.
Harry turned around to a – for the first time – stunned Dumbledore. Lowering his wand and raising his other hand, he said weakly, "Innocent until proven guilty?" With that he fell to the floor, succumbing to the void.
Dumbledore looked at the raven haired boy and felt conflicted. Then, picking him up, he walked out to the infirmary, sighing, "Any enemy of Voldemort must be our ally."