"Was it really that bad?" Ginny asked. "You made it through an entire year with me while we were still technically courting."

"I would do that all again if I didn’t have to face those girls today," Harry said. "Not to mention Addison Malfoy and Frank Longbottom."

"What happened?" Ginny asked.

"They knew about the prophecy, Gin," Harry said with a sigh.

"They what?" Ginny asked hoping she had heard him wrong.

"I don’t know how they found out about it," Harry said, "but they did. They asked me about it first thing this morning just after class started."

"What did you tell them?" Ginny asked.

"The truth," Harry said. "Before you say anything, I know. I’ve heard all of the reasons for keeping it all from them, but I just couldn’t do it. I can’t explain it. They asked me, and I just knew that telling them was the right thing to do."

"Albus said you might feel that way," Ginny said. "He’ll blame himself you know."

"It wasn’t because so many things were kept from me as a child," Harry said. "I can’t explain it. It just felt like the right thing to do."

"I told you it was a dangerous thing to teach those girls how to get into other people’s minds," Ginny said.

"I did no such thing," Harry said. "I taught them to keep people out of their minds. They figured the rest out on their own. Besides, they didn’t get into my head. If I could keep Voldemort out of my mind I should be able to keep three eleven year old girls out."

"So how did they react?" Ginny asked as she sat down in the chair next to Harry.

"They took it better than I expected," Harry said. "Of course, Lily blushed a bit when I got to the part about her and Addison."

"I should think so," Ginny said. "She’s had a crush on him for years. It can’t be easy for either of them to find out that they’ll get married someday."

"Or that Addison may die trying to protect Lily and our grandson against a new dark lord," Harry said looking at the floor. "I should be there, Gin. I would be able to protect them all."

"But that isn’t the way it works, Harry," Ginny said. "You of all people should know that. The prophecy didn’t say you would fight this dark lord."

"I know," Harry said, "but they’re just kids."

"They won’t be when they fight him," Ginny said. "Now that you’ve told them about it, you’ll have to make sure they know everything you do about dueling. That is how you can help them."

"I guess you’re right," Harry said as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "At least they know what is coming and have a chance to prepare for it."

The next thing Harry was aware of was a sudden smell filling his nose that he had not smelled for some time. His eyes shot open, and Harry instantly knew that something was very wrong.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Ron asked as he looked at the shock on Harry’s face.

"Ron?" Harry asked trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

"Whoa, mate," Ron said with a concerned look. "I thought we had lost you there for a minute."

"What?" Harry asked still not sure how he had gotten to where he found himself.

"These things often happen when one begins to see with the inner eye," Professor Trelawney said as she examined Harry with her magnified eyes. "What did you see Mr. Potter?"

"What are you talking about, Cybil?" Harry said.

"Mr. Potter, I hardly think one trance is enough to put us on a first name basis," Trelawney said.

"This has got to be some kind of weird dream," Harry said looking at all of the young faces around him.

"I think that was what you just came out of, mate," Ron said. "You just sat there for about ten minutes staring into the crystal ball. You never even blinked. It was really starting to get weird."

"I’m not supposed to be here, Ron," Harry said.

"Confusion is common to those not experienced with gazing into the future once they return to the present," Trelawney said. "Of course, I move in and out of it at will."

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Ron asked. "Of course you’re supposed to be here. Don’t you remember coming to Divination class? Friday morning? North tower? Does any of that sound familiar to you?"

"Of course it sounds familiar," Harry said. "The only problem is that I don’t belong here. I graduated from Hogwarts fifteen years ago."

"My, my," Trelawney said examining Harry a bit more carefully. "Just how far into the future did you look, Mr. Potter?"

"There’s no way," Harry said. "Are you telling me that I sat here and looked into a crystal ball and lived through the next eighteen years of my life in the space of ten minutes."

"You will find that time has little meaning in the mystical realm, Mr. Potter," Trelawney said.

"I think he should go and see Madam Pomfrey," Ron said.

"There is little that those inexperienced with the art of divination will be able to do for him," Trelawney said. "He should remain here for me to watch over and care for."

"It must be the pressure of the Tri-Wizard tournament," Ron said. "He just needs some rest."
"I’m going to go and have a talk with Albus," Harry said as he stood up. "Maybe he can even give me some advice in a dream."

"Well, I hope so, mate," Ron said as he got up to walk out with Harry. "If this is a dream, I’d like to know if it’s yours or mine. I could swear I woke up this morning."

A few minutes later, Harry and Ron found themselves facing the Gargoyle that stood guard over the entrance to Dumbledore’s office.

"Oh what was the password then," Harry said. "Fizzing Whizbees."

Harry waited, but the Gargoyle didn’t move.

"How long are we supposed to stand here trying to guess the password?" Ron asked.

"No," Harry said in frustration as he grabbed his forehead. "That was from fifth year. What was fourth? What was it? Ah, Cockroach Clusters."

"Yuck," Ron said, but went silent when he saw the Gargoyle move aside.

Ron followed Harry up the spiral staircase, and watched as he took hold of the doorknocker and slammed it down hard twice against the oak door.

"Watch it there, boy," the knocker said to Harry. "There’s no need to get rough."

"Sorry, Griff," Harry said. "I was in a hurry and I didn’t think."

"Obviously not," Griff responded.

"Harry, since when are you on a first name basis with Dumbledore’s doorknocker?" Ron asked.

There was no time to answer as Dumbledore’s voice called out for them to enter.

"Ah," Dumbledore said as Harry and Ron walked into his office. "Shouldn’t you two be in class right now?"

"That’s what I’m trying to figure out," Harry said. "I don’t think so, but everyone else seems to think I should be. I don’t even know how I got here."

"Really?" Dumbledore said as he looked over his glasses. "Were you somewhere else before?"

"We were in Divination," Ron said. "Harry went into some kind of trance while we were looking into the crystal ball. He was like this when he came out of it. Professor Trelawney seems to think he saw a glimpse of his future."

"But I don’t think so," Harry said. "I think I actually lived it. I lived every day of eighteen years of my future."

"Interesting," Dumbledore said as he stroked his beard. "Quite unusual to see that much of ones own future."

"He was only in the trance for around ten minutes though," Ron said.

"I wasn’t seeing it though," Harry said getting frustrated. "I’m telling you I lived it. I graduated. I got married. I had kids. I’ve been teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts here at Hogwarts for fifteen years."

"Wicked," Ron said. "You’re going to be a teacher?"

"I am a teacher," Harry said.

"I know it may seem like it, Harry," Dumbledore said, "but it is not unheard of for visions like yours to seem very real."

"I tell you that somehow I’ve come back from my own future," Harry said. "I should know. I lived it. I remember exactly what I did during my fourth year. I was in the tri-wizard tournament. I know how it ends up."

"You know it because you have seen your future," Dumbledore said.

"If I saw every detail of my future," Harry said as he looked back into Dumbledore’s eyes, "then why didn’t I have a memory of going into the trance or coming out of it. Why don’t I have any memory of coming to this office to talk to you about it? Why do I remember everything but that?"

"Perhaps the future as you have seen it is not unalterable," Dumbledore said. "Now that you know what your future is, that knowledge will dictate all of your actions from now on. The more you stray from that future you experienced, the more things in your actual future will change."

"What?" Harry asked.

"You shouldn’t worry about it too much," Dumbledore said. "You can’t be expected to repeat what you saw in every detail. Even coming here and speaking with me may have altered your future in some way. The longer you go on, the more your future will alter into something new."

"You mean Harry can change all of the bad things that would have happened to him because he already knows about it?" Ron asked.

"Essentially, yes," Dumbledore said. "Though each change may alter that future enough so that those things may not happen at all."

"Or it could create worse things that I don’t know about," Harry said.

"There is that possibility," Dumbledore said. "Perhaps you should get some rest before the final challenge tomorrow."

"The final challenge," Harry said remembering something. "Albus I have to tell you that…"

"Don’t, Harry," Dumbledore said. "Don’t tell me about anything I didn’t already know about the future. Things will happen the way they were meant to."

Harry could see something in Dumbledore’s eyes. It was a look he had come to recognize well over the years. It was the look he got when he was holding something back. As usual, Albus knew more than he was telling.

Harry left Dumbledore’s office very unsatisfied with the advice he had gotten. In essence the advice was just not to worry about it. Ron still advised him to go and see Madam Pomfrey. By the time they had made it to lunch, Hermione got to add everything she had ever read on the subject into the mix.

Harry was having trouble paying attention though. Just down the table from them sat Ginny. He wanted nothing more than to run to her and hold her, but he knew that doing so would not only come as a shock to her, but would possibly make a drastic change in the future.

Harry was so thankful when classes ended for the day, that he decided to skip dinner. He knew that he was doing something that he hadn’t done in his vision of the future, but he was in no mood to care. He went back to his dorm room and lay on the bed trying to sort out what had happened to him and how he was going to deal with it.

The next day, Harry stood in the maze of the third task of the tri-wizard tournament looking at the Triwizard Cup on its pedestal waiting for someone to come and claim it. Having prior knowledge of all of the obstacles he would face in the maze, Harry’s progress to that point was much quicker than he had seen in it in the vision.

Harry was waiting, and it turned his stomach to think of what he was waiting for. He was waiting for Cedric to pop out of the hedge in front of him. Then they would battle with the giant spider. They would both grab onto the Triwizard Cup, and a short time later Cedric Diggory would die. It was the last thing Harry wanted, but it was the way it had to be.

A short time later, the battle with the spider over, Harry and Cedric grabbed onto the Triwizard Cup and were transported to the graveyard where Harry knew Cedric would be killed.

"Did anyone tell you the cup was a portkey?" Cedric asked.

Harry thought about the lie he was about to tell and said, "No."

"Wands out do you reckon?" Cedric asked.

"Yeah," Harry said as he drew his wand.

"Someone’s coming," Cedric said as he looked off in the distance.

Harry just couldn’t do it. No matter what ramifications it had, he couldn’t stand by and watch an innocent person be killed.

"Portus," Harry said as he pointed his wand at a card he had pulled out of his pocket and then shoved the card into Cedric’s hand. "This will take you back to Hogwarts, Cedric. You have to tell Dumbledore that Voldemort is coming back tonight. I’m going to try to stop him."

"Harry, you…" Cedric began before he disappeared.

There was no turning back. Harry had already done something that would change the future he had seen. He planned to change it even more with what he was going to do next.

Harry waited for the stunning spell to come. He would wake up tied to a tombstone. Voldemort would rise once again and call his death eaters to him. Then they would give Harry his wand back so Voldemort could duel against him. It was gong to be a nasty surprise for them when they found out that they were facing a fourteen year old Harry with thirty two years of magical experience in his head. Harry had the chance to kill Voldemort and his death eaters years sooner than his future had planned.

The stunning spell flashed from the tip of Pettigrew’s wand, and Harry waited for it to hit him. When it did, Harry instantly felt his consciousness slip into darkness.

Harry finally opened his eyes, and was surprised to have to close them again to shield out the bright light that he hadn’t expected. He brought his hand up to block out the brightness and opened his eyes once again.

"Morning, Harry," Ginny said with a smile. "How are you feeling this morning?"

Harry sat up suddenly and took a look at where he was, and put his hand to his hand as he said, "It was just a dream."

"You must have been exhausted last night," Ginny said. "We were talking, and the next thing I knew you were asleep in your chair. I couldn’t wake you up when I went to bed so I put a blanket over you."

"I dreamed that I was about to face Voldemort in the graveyard like I did during my fourth year," Harry said.

"Oh, I’m so sorry, honey," Ginny said as she kissed Harry gently. "I should have woken you up sooner."

"I’m actually sorry I didn’t stay asleep a bit longer," Harry said. "In the dream it was like I had gone back in time and possessed myself. I still knew all of the magic that I know now. I was kind of looking forward to seeing the look on Voldemort’s face when he realized he wasn’t facing the boy I was at that age."

"Well it’s a good thing you didn’t sleep any longer," Ginny said. "You’ll barely have time to have a shower before you have to leave for work as it is."

Ginny had been right. Harry was running so late that, after he had showered and dressed, he only had time to grab a piece of toast before he hurried through the floo network to get back to his office.

Harry taught the sixth and seventh year classes that were scheduled before the school broke for lunch. Harry finished his lunch quickly and proceeded to the staff room to grade the papers the seventh years had turned in at the beginning of their class. When he entered the staff room, he found Professor’s Snape and McGonagal already present. Snape appeared to be grading his own papers while McGonagal read the daily prophet.

Harry greeted them both as he sat down and settled in to his grading. He had just finished with the second paper when he looked up and noticed the article on the back of the newspaper McGonagal was reading. Harry was so shocked by what he read that he reached out and grabbed that side of the paper so he could see it better.

"I’ll let you borrow it when I’m finished if you would like, Harry," McGonagal said as she and Snape stopped what they were doing to look at the strange expression on Harry’s face.

"What is it, Harry?" Snape asked. "I haven’t seen that kind of impulsive maneuver from you since you were a student."

"Look at this article," Harry said as he pointed to the one he had been staring at.

McGonagal turned the paper over and laid it on the table as she read, "Ministry of Magic names Cedric Diggory to lead the Department of Magical Games and Sports."

"How is that possible?" Harry asked.

"You’re acting as if you didn’t know about it," Snape said.

"How could I?" Harry asked perplexed.

"This is yesterday’s paper, Harry," McGonagal said. "You read this article yesterday and contacted Cedric through the floo network to congratulate him."

"That’s impossible," Harry said. "I haven’t spoken to Cedric since my fourth year at Hogwarts."

"Are you feeling ill, Harry?" Snape asked. "You know very well that you speak to him nearly every day after you get home from work. He only lives three houses down the street from you."

"But he died," Harry said.

"What?" McGonagal asked. "Perhaps you should go and see Madam Pomfrey."

"Didn’t he die in the graveyard the night Voldemort came back?" Harry asked.

"You know he didn’t," Snape said beginning to believe that there really was something wrong with Harry. "You made a portkey and sent him back before Voldemort came back."

"We still don’t know why you didn’t come back with him," McGonagal said.

"Because he was a foolish child," Snape supplied. "Diggory told us all when he came back that he was going to try to stop Voldemort."

"But that was a dream," Harry said. "It couldn’t have been real."

"I think you’re right, Minerva," Snape said as he studied Harry. "Perhaps he should go and see Madam Pomfrey."

"I have to see Albus," Harry said as he stood up still in a bit of a daze. "He’ll know what’s going on."

Harry left the staff room and headed to Dumbledore’s office as he had done many times in his past. At least he thought he had. At that moment, he couldn’t be sure of anything.

"Come in, Harry," Dumbledore said. "Is something wrong?"

"I don’t know if I’m dreaming right now or not," Harry said.

"A problem I sometimes face myself," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Why don’t you have a seat and we’ll see if we can find out."

"I just found out that Cedric Diggory is alive," Harry said as he sat in a chair that Dumbledore conjured.

"Really?" Dumbledore asked. "You didn’t know that before?"

"I don’t think I did," Harry said.

"Tell me exactly what you thought," Dumbledore said.

"Well, I thought Cedric died during the tri-wizard tournament when we grabbed the cup and were portkeyed to the graveyard," Harry said. "I remember bringing Cedric’s body back after I fought with Voldemort. Last night though, I had a dream. I think it was a dream anyway. I somehow went back to that time and competed in the last challenge again. This time I created a portkey and sent Cedric back even though I knew it would change the future I had seen in the crystal ball in divination class."

Dumbledore was silent for several seconds as he looked at Harry before he said, "Interesting. You say you dreamed all of this just last night?"

"Yes," Harry said.

"What else happened in this dream?" Dumbledore asked.

"Nothing much," Harry said. "I remember the first part of the dream when I suddenly came out of a trance in divination. They were trying to tell me that I had seen a vision of my future, but I told then that I had lived it and I didn’t belong there. They thought I should go and see Madam Pomfrey because they thought I was confused. Then I came to see you. I was hoping you could tell me what was going on."

"What did I tell you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Not to worry too much about it mainly," Harry said. "As a matter of fact, I tried to tell you about what was going to happen to Cedric. You said you didn’t want me to tell you anything about the future that you didn’t already know."

"Ron was worried about you," Dumbledore said.

"Yeah, he… Wait a minute," Harry said suddenly. "I never told you Ron came to your office with me."

"This may confuse you even more, Harry," Dumbledore said looking over his glasses at Harry, "but I remember that meeting. We discussed how changing something you had seen in your future could change other things you hadn’t intended."

"How is that possible?" Harry asked. "I dreamed it all. In reality I never came to see you. We never talked about any of that. I never saw into my future."

"Yet I have a clear memory of that meeting," Dumbledore said. "I also have a clear memory of you and Cedric disappearing when you touched the cup. Then Cedric came back and told us that you had given him a portkey to come back and warn us that Voldemort had returned. As strange as it is, this all actually answers a few questions I’ve had since then."

"Like what?" Harry asked.

"Like why you didn’t have any memory of making a portkey to send Cedric back once you had returned," Dumbledore answered. "I asked you about it myself, and you said you didn’t even know how to make a portkey. You said that you had a faint memory of Cedric being there and then leaving somehow, but you didn’t know how."

"I’m glad it answers your questions," Harry said. "I’m more confused than ever though."

"I can only make a guess about what happened," Dumbledore said.

"I’ll take anything at this point," Harry responded.

"I believe that you somehow managed to send your consciousness from this time back to possess your fourteen year old self," Dumbledore said.

"That sounds just strange enough to fit in with all of this," Harry said.

"Are you sure you didn’t try to do this on purpose?" Dumbledore asked.

"I didn’t even know it could be done," Harry said. "I was just sitting in a chair at home talking to Ginny about what happened in class yesterday when I closed my eyes. The next thing I know I’m fourteen again."

"It sounds as if it was an extraordinary piece of accidental magic," Dumbledore said. "Were you talking about Cedric when you closed your eyes?"

"No," Harry answered. "I was talking to Ginny about the prophecy."

"Hmmm," Dumbledore said. "Were you that upset by it after all this time?"

"Well of course I was upset by it," Harry said as he sat on the edge of his seat. "My daughters brought it up on the first day of class yesterday."

"I thought you would be used to that by now," Dumbledore said.

Harry was about to respond when a sudden thought came to mind and he asked, "Which prophecy are you talking about?"

"The one about you and Voldemort, of course," Dumbledore answered. "What other one were you talking about?"

"The one concerning a new dark lord," Harry said. "The one where Addison Malfoy will have to fight to save Lily and my grandson."

"When did you find out about a new prophecy?" Dumbledore asked.

"You told me about it just a couple of days ago," Harry said.

"It would seem that something else changed when you saved Cedric," Dumbledore said. "There is a new prophecy, but I haven’t shared it with you yet. It doesn’t have anything to do with a new dark lord though. Professor Trelawney made a rare trip to see me a few days before school started again. While she was here she went into another trance and said that one of your daughters would give birth to a child destined to be the Minister of Magic. We don’t know which one yet, but if current pairings hold into the future, I would say that the child’s last name would either be Malfoy, Longbottom, or Diggory."

"Diggory?" Harry asked. "Cedric has a son?"

"Of course," Dumbledore said. "He and Cho got married shortly after graduation and their son was sorted into Ravenclaw this year. He was in your class yesterday morning. Hermione and Marcus have been sweethearts since they were both four years old."

"So, why don’t I remember any of this changed history?" Harry asked.

"I’m not quite sure," Dumbledore said. "These memories have to be in your head somewhere."

"Is it possible that my consciousness that traveled back in time would have come back to the present and over written all of those memories with the old ones I was still carrying from before the past was changed?" Harry asked.

"It is possible," Dumbledore said. "Even so, the memories should still be in your head. They may just be locked away in an out of the way place."

Harry thought for a minute before he said, "I’m going to cancel my classes for the rest of the day. I have eighteen years of catching up to do, and I know just where I can do it."

It wasn’t until half past seven that night that Harry finally walked out of the room of requirement. Harry had watched years of his life replayed before his eyes. When they started, he thought it would take years to make it through even if he did skip all of the times when he was sleeping. Fortunately, as events from his life were displayed, the memories began to spill back out of the recesses they had been forced into. By the time he left, his memory had returned.
It was a strange sensation for Harry. His head was filled with the memories of two similar yet different lives. It was almost like the sensations he had dealt with years earlier when he discovered Voldemort’s memories in his head. This time though, the memories were all his own. He wouldn’t have traded his new memories for anything.

As Harry headed back to his office, he had to smile at his good fortune. He would have never thought that the one action of saving Cedric could have so many good benefits. He and Cedric had grown into great friends. A new dark lord had somehow been prevented from rising. There was one other thing that made him happy though, and Cedric had been the key.

Cedric had gone to work for the Ministry of Magic after he graduated. He had been in his first year in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. He was also a first year member of the Order of the Phoenix. As such, he responded to Dumbledore’s call when Harry and his friends were battling death eaters in the Department of Mysteries. His presence in the battle was the crucial difference.

Back in his office, Harry stuck his head into the floo network and it popped out into a comfortable room where a man sat in a chair reading. The man looked up from his book and smiled.

"Hi there, Harry," Sirius said.

"Hi, Sirius," Harry said with a wide smile. "I can’t tell you how great it is to see you again."
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