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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"Now to the House cup!" Dippet said cheerfully, standing up from his chair, gazing down at the students with pride and worry. The war was getting worse, or should he say both wars really, he was genuinely worried that he wouldn't see some of them again, well discounting the seventh years that were leaving out into the world. What a time to be leaving and looking for a job, he thought forlornly, he worried that Grindelwald would entice the students, that they would go overseas to help, and worse those living amongst Muggles would never be seen again due to the destructive nature of the German bombs. None of his concern showed as he had his cheerful mask up, as not to worry the students, "In fourth place we have Ravenclaw with four hundred and twenty-five points!" he applauded politely along with the teachers and students, the Ravenclaws however, despite applauding themselves were quite disgruntled at having coming last. They never came last - until now that is. They were renowned for their superior intellect after all.
"In third place is Hufflepuff with four hundred and twenty-six points!" Dippet cheered, and contrast to the Ravenclaws the Hufflepuff's cheered loudly undeterred by the fact they weren't coming first and gaining the House cup.
"In second place we have Gryffindor with an astonishing five hundred and ten points!" the rancorous applause from the Gryffindors revealed a lot about their nature. They were extremely disappointed that they weren't winning this year again, they'd won against Slytherin for three years running, it was a bitter pill for them to swallow.
"Now for the winners, with a groundbreaking amount of points ever gained, Slytherin wins the House cup with six hundred points!" Dippet said loudly so he could be heard at the end of the hall, the Slytherin's cheered loudly, their masks nowhere to be seen as they revelled in their victory over the Gryffindors - they had two bright ambitious third year Slytherins to thank for that, Tom Riddle and of course Hadrian Peverell. Dumbledore had removed some of those points, but they gained back double by the end of the day. Everyone in Slytherin always made sure that they couldn't give Dumbledore a reason.
It was perhaps why Dumbledore was applauding slowly, his twinkle nowhere to be seen as he came to terms with the fact Slytherins had bet his precious Gryffindors. His slow applause meant nothing as everyone continued to cheer, some teachers harder than others, due to the fact it was their house when attending Hogwarts itself. Quite a few of them had been Slytherins actually - five in total. By far the loudest of them all was Horace Slughorn. He was beaming with so much pride, satisfaction and oddly enough contentment as he stared down at his snakes, making it obvious to all, that he truly cared deeply about each and every single one of them.
