Harry is the Master of Death and Lord of Time through his joining of the three Hallows together. During a duel that wasn't going well, he jumps to the 1940's and has a talk with the true Master of Death. Can have prevent the destruction that will oc...
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Harry was very surprised by the fact that Dumbledore didn't come back a while after the Headmaster left; it was decidedly not like him at all. Was he just less persistent in this time? Not full of himself since he evidently couldn't get everything he wanted by just speaking? He hadn't defeated Grindelwald yet, so it was possible; he didn't believe that though. No, he was just bidding his time; waiting for what he felt was the right moment. Dumbledore didn't believe his story... why? His shields were impenetrable, there was no way he could think he was lying, so what was it? What made Dumbledore so suspicious of him? Or was he always that way with strangers? He honestly didn't know, but he realized he didn't care; there was no love lost between them, in fact he loathed Dumbledore with every breath he took.
He looked back down at the book feeling bemused; one of the first books people tended to give Muggle-borns was Hogwarts: A History. This looked like a version of it, at least it was some of the material Granger had spouted often enough. Looking at the title, he noticed that it most certainly wasn't that one. Wait, Bagshot wrote that book. She was definitely alive; she was the one that introduced Grindelwald to Dumbledore or vice versa. Had she written the book yet or not? What year was it published? 1947? That meant she wouldn't be publishing it for seven years yet. For all he knew, she was working on it currently; it was a big book with a lot of information. He couldn't believe he actually remembered the publication date for that damn book; he'd never read it. Then again, Granger had spouted about it often enough, making him grit his teeth in frustration at her condescending voice.
"Is there anything you don't understand?" Chang asked, smiling softly at the child. He was extremely jumpy so she tried to speak quietly and reassuringly. After what had happened to him she wasn't surprised, she could only hope that he didn't blame them for the actions of those other wizards.
"I still can't believe I have magic!" Harry exclaimed, dredging up his original feelings he'd experienced when he found out he was a wizard and before the weight of being the 'Boy-Who-Lived' was heaped upon his shoulders. "I can't wait!" Well, that was true; to experience Hogwarts without being a hero... he just hoped he wasn't let down. Hopefully he wouldn't regret wanting to be normal.
Chang chuckled; ah, to be young again, it took her back to when she was eleven, waiting patiently to see if she had her Hogwarts letter. Growing up with two brothers and a sister, accidental magic happened a lot, but who did it was sometimes a mystery. Having magic, and having enough to get into Hogwarts, was two different things; of course, every single one of her siblings and herself had attended Hogwarts. She had enjoyed the experience so much that she decided to come back ten years after leaving, and she had remained ever since, employed by two different Headmasters.
