Shadows of the Past [open]

[Harrison "Harry" Prewett]

"Uncle Harry!" a voice had come. It was Theodore Lupin. That boy was nearby fighting, but he ignored the boy. He was always a boy and would always be a boy until he, Harry, died. Teddy was close to becoming a man. "Uncle Harry! Should we fall back?"

"Yes, everyone fall back!" Harry shouted. They were losing. Too many people were dying, on both sides. He had to protect these people. And now he had a plan.



"Keep them safe," Harry said, as he walked away from the camp.

"I will, Uncle Harry," Teddy replied, "Until you come back. Where are you going anyways?"

"Somewhere important. Just... make sure you and Vicky get married, and live happily ever after. And... if you can, tell everyone that I will miss them," Harry stated with a small smile.

"Miss them?" Teddy asked before his eyes went wide and his hair turned a dark green, "You aren't planning on coming back, are you?"

"'Course I am," Harry lied.

"Liar," Teddy spat, "How can you even think about throwing your life away? We all need you. Quit being selfish you... you git." He didn't want to be insulting, so he settled for a non-curse.

"I'm not being selfish, Teddy," Harry said shaking his head, pulling out his wand. Teddy mirrored his movement. "You should know you are not match for me, Teddy."

"I will make sure you don't leave, even if it kills me," Teddy said with a determined frown on his face, "My parents didn't die so you can just go and kill yourself on a suicide mission. Fred, Ginny, Hermione, Ron; they didn't die so you can become a martyr."

Harry remained silent. Teddy shook his head. "Who would've guess it? Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived, my Family, a coward!" Harry had never seen Teddy like this, but that stung. Didn't he understand? He was not some idiot. If he died, then Voldemort might be defeated. As long as he, Harry James Potter, lived, neither could survive. Harry turned to leave, trying to keep his temper in check.

"Stupefy!" Teddy yelled, as a red jet of light tried to hit him. Harry whipped around, sending a couple of spells towards Teddy. "Imperio!" Harry casted, hitting Teddy with the Unforgivable Curse.

Teddy's mind was swimming, but he knew what this feeling was. 'Walk away' a voice ordered. He was so willing to obey, until. 'No! I cannot let Uncle Harry leave!' For a few minutes there was internal strife, until the curse broke.

"You've grown a lot," Harry stated with a sort of bitter sweet smile, "You would make your parents proud."

"I try," Teddy stated keep his frown on. This was the longest he had ever gone without smiling.

"I'll miss you. Take care of my children for me," Harry stated, before casting a few curses in his direction.

"I won't need to," Teddy stated, dodging the spells. The Killing Curses' green light flashed past him. Teddy stared at Harry surprised. Taking this surprise, Harry shot the Stunning spell, hitting Teddy squarely in the chest.

"I'm sorry," Harry said looking down at the young boy's face. He tore himself away from the boy, and turned, leaving.



"The Man Who Lived, has come to die?" Voldemort hissed with almost a cynical smile on his face. Harry said nothing, hoping to soon think nothing and be reunited with his wife and best friends.

There was little time before he saw a flash of green light, striking him in the chest.

Harry awoke with a start. He was breathing hard. If only it all ended then. He looked around, finding himself in his room in the Leaky Cauldron. All this time-travel wasn't a dream. It seemed like it even after a year. He wanted to change it. He did. He didn't want himself to go through that. To see himself grow up in such terrible circumstances, he wouldn't be able to bear it.

He didn't know how to deal with all these feelings, and that dream was just startling. It was one of his worst memories. He could've killed Teddy. He would've been dead if it wasn't for Teddy telling everyone else once he was found. The Resistance members rescued him not long after that 'death' inside of him. It wasn't long after that Voldemort was killed.

Harry rubbed his eyes, sitting on his bed, before getting up. He looked out the window, seeing that it was starting to lighten up outside. Harry threw on whatever he had in the closet, not bothering to brush his hair, walking out into Diagon Alley.

So many memories. Ron, Hermione, and he had eaten icecream at the ice cream stand now abandoned. So painful. He could almost feel a tugging in his chest. He would never see them again as he knew them. They were dead. Sure, in this time, they were alive, but they wouldn't be the same. It would never be the same again. He wished he could've deaged or something and transport into his old body and have everything he knew in his head. He could change it and he would have his friends again. He could never have them.

All those good times, lost. He would never again have a laugh when Hermione corrected Ron over some stupid thing he said, or when Ron had gone off in one of his discussions of Quidditch and how the Chudley Cannons were doing much better that year. He would never have his Ginny ever again. He would never hold her in his arms and have her assure him that everything would work out. He hated them. He hated them for leaving him. How could they die on him? He needed them, didn't they know that?

Harry walked down the street, shaking his head. He had lost everything, even now, he couldn't be himself. He couldn't be Harry Potter. He had to charm his eyes so he didn't need glasses, and make his scar invisible unless one looked extremely close. He kept his hair in front of it, so one couldn't get that good of a look at it.

He stopped in front of the Twins' shop, Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. He couldn't stand to look at it for very long. Fred was alive there. Harry couldn't control himself and he punched the wall, causing his fingers to hurt and bleed a little. It actually felt good. Harry began walking again.

[Anelisa Taelyn Lafayette]

Lisa had been sweeping a floor when she'd noticed a man peering through the window. He'd looked horribly sad, and she'd been debating going out to talk to him when he punched the wall and she decided that he probably needed someone to talk to.

"Fred! I'll be right back!" she called.

She carefully propped up her broom in a corner and exited the store, running after the man. Fred would probably give her the customary lecture on talking to obviously violent strangers later (assuming that Jak didn't), but she honestly didn't care at the moment.

"Sir! Wait! Are you okay?" she asked, jogging to catch up with him.

[Harrison "Harry" Prewett]

Harry heard a voice and turned around whipping out his wand quickly pointing it at her. Soon he relaxed, and put his wand back up. At least with this girl he never had met her really, though he knew who she was from pictures that George had kept. Damn. Yet another reminder of his dead brother-in-law Fred. Harry shook his head.

"Sorry, and I'm fine really," Harry stated biting his lower lip. Why did they all have to die? And so young. If he had just died around this time, they wouldn't have to die, right? Times were dark and would stay dark unless he changed it. But he couldn't do it revealing his and every other time-travelers' secret, so he had to do all of this stuff discretely. That was something Harry wasn't good at. He wasn't the best sneaking around person.

[Anelisa Taelyn Lafayette]

Lisa's eyes went wide and she showed him her empty hands, used to this from when she'd lived in the slums. She relaxed a little when he lowered his wand, smiling hesitantly.

"You don't sound okay," she ventured. "And it's fine, really; I'm used to it."

She was also used to dodging gun-fights and rapists on her way home from work; it came with the territory, growing up where she had.

[Harrison "Harry" Prewett]

What was it about this girl that made him want to talk? Was it the fact that he knew she was going to die not too long from now at the Battle of Hogwarts? Whatever it was, it really wanting to make him vent. However, Harry was one of those people who rarely vented lately to anyone, as most of his thoughts were quite private. The last time he had talked about what he was feeling was right before the battle where she died. 'Harry, you need to stay confident. We're all fighting, not just for you. Everyone that dies from our side is dying for a noble cause, and most are happy to do so. I would be willing to die to save you, Ron, Hermione, Bill, Fleur, George, Mum, Dad, and pretty much anyone else in this group. I would be happy to die.' That was the last thing he had ever heard from her. He wasn't there to protect her, but she had died the way she wanted to. He hated it.

"No one sounds okay nowadays," Harry said shaking his head, "Dark times are upon us; not many of us are really, truly ready."

He hated to sound so serious at the moment, but if the transfers or these people helping out from other countries didn't change the future, then the times before them would be really long with long drawn out consequences.

[Anelisa Taelyn Lafayette]

The corners of her mouth quirked down into a slight frown as she thought about what he'd said. It was true. Times were starting to look dark, but...that just meant that everyone needed someone to talk to, right?

"Well...the darker the times, the more we need to be able to rely on each other, right?" she asked. "Everyone needs someone to talk to, even if it's a complete stranger. Oh! Je suis impoli! ((I'm being rude!)) My name is Lisa Lafayette. It's nice to meet you, sir."

[Harrison "Harry" Prewett]

Harry couldn't help but smile slightly at that comment. Lisa, here, almost reminded him of his late wife with that. Everyone needed someone to talk to, Ginny had said something along those lines a year before she died. So many memories. So happy. So painful. It seemed everything reminded him of his old friends. He knew he just needed to stop complaining and get over it, but it wasn't that easy for him. He lost everyone he considered close, and now just had the next generation to look after, along with the Weasleys and Resistance that remained. Numbers were quite low.

"I should be apologizing as well. My name is Harrison Jay Prewett, however you may just call me Harry," Harry said giving her a small smile, "And you're right about everyone needing someone to talk too, however, I doubt that the problems I have can be solved with talking. I just need to think it all through."

[Anelisa Taelyn Lafayette]

"Two minds think better than one," she countered. "I'm not saying you have to tell me everything; I'm just saying that I'll listen if you want to tell me the gist of it."

She wasn't generally so pushy, but he looked like someone who needed to talk, so damn it, she'd get him to talk! She was determined! Everyone needed to just accept a listening ear every now and then. Stubbornness wasn't getting them anywhere.

[Harrison "Harry" Prewett]

"I... I guess you're right," Harry sighed shaking his head in defeat. Well, she was quite bright, and very determined. She was a good match for Fred... It's too bad that she was going to die. No. He had to do something to save them. He needed to make sure they lived. But there were so many who died, and he didn't know if he could do it all. Harry, lately, had been a solitary worker, and had to get used to working with others in a group instead of just going off on his own. Actually. Couldn't he hunt for the horcruxes? And then it would save his younger self the work, right? And... and if his younger self would sacrifice himself, thinking he was going to die, then... He stopped himself. He couldn't get optimistic; that would get him killed.

"Would you mind not talking on the street then? Everyone here could be an enemy," Harry stated, his paranoia that accumulated over the years kicking in.

[Anelisa Taelyn Lafayette]

She smiled when he finally agreed to talk to her. She didn't know why, but she'd never been able to just leave someone alone when they were down. Jak usually said that it was because she was soft. She would then tune out her younger sister to avoid the lecture that she knew she'd be on the receiving end of. Sometimes, Lisa wondered if Jak thought she was the elder of the two.

"Sure. C'mon; my friend runs a store near here. She hasn't opened her doors, yet, so she'll leave us alone," she explained.

[Harrison "Harry" Prewett]

Harry nodded. "As long as you are fine with me searching the place for anyone else there," Harry requested, "I can never be too careful in times like these." It was that paranoia going on again. So many people had been after him for a very long time, so it was hard to trust anyone outside of the Resistance Camp. He even suspected those from the Resistance when outside the camp. The only place he felt safe was at home, in the confines of the camp. It was there that he could just relax. But out here, anyone could betray you. Anyone could become the killer of the next of your loved ones to die.

Harry knew about Lisa and Fred's kid, from Teddy's sometimes nonsensical ramblings. In there, he found out that Lisa and Fred's kid was raised in Italy and ran a shop here. Harry didn't feel the need to go to the shop, even after Teddy's constant insisting. There would be no reason to have yet another loved one he would loose.

[Anelisa Taelyn Lafayette]

She shrugged and just accepted it. When Fred had come over to her rented room (which he'd promptly declared a health code violation and demanded that she found a new one), he'd also checked for bugs. It was something that she was slowly becoming used to. Nobody could be too cautious with how things were shaping up. It was starting to look like there would be true Wizarding World War.

"It's fine; I'm starting to get used to it," she noted as they walked through the back door of Lisette's shop.

[Harrison "Harry" Prewett]

"It's because whether we like it or not there will be dark times ahead, for both sides of the war," Harry replied with a sigh. He pulled his wand out in front of him, casting a couple of spells (even though his nonverbal spells was his weak spot, he still did them non-verbally). When everything had come up negative, Harry nodded.

"It's clear," Harry shrugged. He wasn't sure where to begin or what to say. Usually these talks with just about anyone started with the other person. This girl was actually starting to resemble Ginny in personality, though not completely, yet. He could definitely see why Fred had picked her. He didn't want to know her before she died in his time, because it would have been just another death to him. Another blow on his mind. In a the following decades, everything would beat down on him, but when Hermione, Ron and Ginny all died in the same battle, he would shatter, barely managing to go on.

[Anelisa Taelyn Lafayette]

"Oh, I know. I hear rumors, whispers of an upcoming world war. As long as the Americans stay out of it.."

She left it at that. He knew what would happen if the Americans involved themselves just as well as she did. It had been over forty years since World War Two, but it had only been seven since the Cold War. The world wasn't ready for another large-scale war; everyone was still recovering from the last. They simply weren't ready...even if that was how everything was shaping up. Lisa prayed constantly that a World War could be avoided.

"Go ahead and sit down; I'll make coffee. I can't do anything fancy like Liz, but I know how to work the machines. What House were you in, by the way?" she asked, knowing that it was better to ease into these kinds of conversations. "I was a Hufflepuff. Not brave enough to be a Gryffindor, smart enough to be a Ravenclaw or ambitious enough to be a Slytherin. At least that's what the Hat said."

[Harrison "Harry" Prewett]

"Too late," Harry said with a small smile, remembering what he was told for their story of being here, "All the transfers, including myself and my children came from America. However, we didn't come to interfere in the war, really. We were fleeing from our country. The Americans have nothing right now to help out, besides maybe on the Death Eaters' side." Harry had already thought out all of the little details and told his children and those he knew the stuff he had come up with, which was quite convincing for now and one didn't have to lie that much about it.

"Lucky for you, I went to Hogwarts in my youth before moving to the United States," Harry replied closing his eyes trying not to remember his Hogwarts years too much, as it was extremely painful thinking about Sirius Black, and the others when he wasn't just telling the stories to those of the Resistance, "The Sorting Hat put me in Gryffindor, though it really wanted to put me in Slytherin. I asked it not to, and it didn't."