Fellowship & Fairydust

Masks, everyone was wearing marks, except for one man who Harry recognised from his copy of Hogwarts: A History that he had purchased before he gone back in time.

The man who killed his parents. Lord Voldemort. Except… he was different. He wasn’t as… snakelike. He was actually quite handsome, compared to the version of Voldemort Harry was used to seeing, and this left Harry wondering what had altered his appearance.

The Death-Eaters who had taken Harry and Remus shoved them forward and said, “My Lord, we have returned with the students as requested, and the note was left behind. They had snuck off to Hogsmeade, making it easy for us to find them.”

Voldemort waved a hand and the two men backed out of the room as quickly as their feet could carry them.

“Well, what do we have here? A Gryffindor and a Slytherin!” Voldemort stated the word Slytherin with pride as he stared nostalgically at Harry’s tie. The boys squirmed under the gaze and watched as Voldemort ran his hands through his hair. “You are going to help me make a legacy for myself, and if you boys play your cards right, I will let you fight by my side to rid the world of those not worthy,” Voldemort said loudly. “Soon, no one will be able to destroy me, and I will restore the magical community back to its former glory.”

“What’s going to happen?” Harry asked, hoping to stay alive long enough to be rescued.

Voldemort glowered.

“You shouldn’t have spoken, foolish child,” a voice said from the shadows as a large snake slithered into the room and onto Voldemort’s shoulders. “Didn’t your parents teach you not to interrupt the Dark Lord? Vile muggles!”

“My parents were magical; both of them!”’ Harry replied, unaware of why his response seemed to stun both Voldemort and his snake into brief silence.

“What’s your name?” Voldemort asked after a few seconds. His anger seemed to have faded, but he was staring at Harry the way Dudley used to stare when he was going to “get him”.

“Harry Potter,” he sputtered out, knowing the man would have ways of knowing if he lied.

Voldemort’s lips curved into the slightest of smiles. “A Potter! That is a pure bloodline! Yes, I see it in your eyes. Well, Mr. Potter, out of concern for you and your friend, Albus Dumbledore will be helping me move part of my soul into my companion here,” he explained, giving the snake a pat.

A sudden muscle spasm caused Harry to hiss out in pain; the moon must have risen. Next to him, he could see Remus seizing up, as well. Both boys ground their teeth and tried to remain as silent as possible because Voldemort had yet to notice anything as he talked about his plan.

Then, everything happened in a hurry. The last thing Harry remembered was the look of horror on Voldemort’s face as his “companion” slithered out of the room with a bored expression.

* * *

“What I’m saying is that we should be able to track his time turner! They have tracers on them to keep them out of the wrong hands,” Severus said. Mentioning the time turner might have been a big mistake, but Harry was in trouble. “Of course, this will only work if he was actually wearing it.”

The two had already managed to sneak off the school grounds with the help of James’ invisibility cloak; all that was left to do was actually trace Harry and Remus’ location.

Severus took out his wand and began to cast a spell he had discovered over the summer that tracked nearby time-turners. Pointing his wand at a map, he chanted as clearly as he could, but Scottish Gaelic was tricky to pronounce. “Àireamh àm tuairnear…”

Soon a single spot started glowing on the map.

“There is a rumour that you can use this spell to reveal people on a map. It’ll bring up their names.” Severus briefly wondered why he felt the need to tell Potter that, but then focussed on the destination that had been revealed.

“This isn’t far from Hogsmeade! It shouldn’t take long to get there at all,” James exclaimed, pointing to the glowing dot. And sure enough, he was right.

As they walked, James began asking questions about why Harry had a time-turner at all. It made Severus realise what a slip he had made, but thankfully, the sight of several people fleeing from a nearby house was enough to distract the Gryffindor. From inside, snarling, vicious growls, and screaming reminded him that there was, in fact, a full moon.

Severus grabbed James by the arm and stopped him from going any closer. He quickly threw up a ward to keep Remus and Harry confined in the house, much to James confusion.

“What are you doing, Severus? How are we supposed to get in now?” James demanded, getting ready to take the wards down.

“As much as I’d like to see you waltz in and get your face ripped off, I must insist you stay out here until the moon goes down,” Severus said.

“Then…they really are werewolves…” James breathed.

From around the corner, Severus and James could see a few Death Eaters lingering nervously.

“What do we do now?” one asked. “We have no protection. The Dark Lor…”

“You fool! The Dark Lord is dead now, and it’s your fault! You hand delivered him a couple of werewolves on the full moon!” the other man screamed before storming off.

Many of the other Death Eaters rushed away so hastily that their masks were falling off, revealing their identities to a whole block of witnesses. A few had the brains to apparate away as soon as they reached the edge of the property, but most didn’t seem smart enough to come up with such a plan.

“They killed Voldermort?” James suddenly whispered to a stunned Severus.

“It appears so.”

“What do we do now?” James asked nervously.

Severus turned towards the house. The screaming had stopped; all that remained was the sound of two snarling werewolves attempting to break through the wards and escape.

“Now, we wait.”

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