I caught the Boy-Who-Lived twice by now by the shoulders, my forehead against his.
"You have to go back!" I told him. "Everything is falling apart around us. Tom was never the bad guy! I can't believe we all followed Dumbledore so blindly...
"Go back and do what?" the famous boy asked me, grabbing at my arms as the world started spinning out of the control around us. "What is going on!?"
"I'm sending you back, Harry, you have to change everything. Remember, Tom is the good guy, and it's alright to be a Slytherin."
A few seconds later, Harry Potter disappeared in oblivion. I could only hope I had succeeded. There was so much I wanted to tell him. It didn't matter, I left a fail-safe with him, and at least one of those things should reach either or both of us in the past, offering us a chance to do it all over again. the right way this time. There wasn't anything I could do anymore, anyway. With Potter I had sent my magic, it being imprinted of all the memories, all the future I didn't wish for anyone.
I took a deep breath, looking around one last time. After the war, things had started going so well. But the chaos and destruction in front of me showed me how wrong we were to believe blindly all we were told. Perhaps he wouldn't even have to side, after all. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, and for that many would follow him to the End of the World, thought that was exactly what we aimed to avoid. Yes, Tom's methods were perhaps too harsh in getting where we has to go, and that had pushed most to blindly side with the Light regardless of their magical affinities sometimes even. But Harry held the power to change everything. I had to believe it.
But for me, for this world, this timeline, nothing could be done. I would never know the new timeline, the ripples and effects, if this was all in vain. Perhaps, if things hadn't been so bad here, my other self would have found a way to communicate with me through my magic and I would've known. None of us would live to find out.
Harry Potter.
The Boy-Who-Lived, Hero of the Wizarding World, Master of Death.
He was loyal to his friends. He would even sacrifice his life to save his friends. He died to save the Wizarding World, but at what cost?
After the war with Voldemort, Harry felt like half of his soul had left his body. Sadness and grief followed him like a cloud wherever he went.
Every night he slept, he would dream about a crimson eye in his mind, infiltrating his nightmares. Was any of what he had done worth it in the end? All the bloodshed, the needless death, the Horcruxes... was any of it necessary to save the world? These questions kept swirling around his head, unanswered.
One day, all of those questions were laid to rest when the Lord Goblin, Ragnarok, sent him an owl about his inheritance in Gringotts.
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Harry was furious. He had been blinded by the allure of the Light. Had been betrayed by Albus Dumbledore. Had been played perfectly like a puppet.
He wanted revenge.
How? Well, that part was easy. He, Harry Potter, is Master of Death.
Armed with his inheritance and his powers, Harry decided to go back in time to when he was 8 years old. This time he knew his future. This time, he could play games with Albus Dumbledore.
The Wizarding world doesn't know what they're about to face.
Be wary. The Last Dragon rises, and will watch the world burn for the chance to build it anew. He has a vision of a new society that rises from the ashes, and will stop at nothing to see it done.
Harry Potter / Tom Riddle
A Time Travel Fix it Fic
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