Albus Potter got the timeturner and after some failures he still wants to change the past.
He decides to try if rumours were true. Is it possible that the young Voldemort had feelings for some forgotten young witch? What if her death actually destro...
In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take.
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Hogwarts, 13 February 1945
The world stopped spinning and Albus took a deep breath.
He found himself sitting on the wet grass into a dark night. In front of him, the massive castle of Hogwarts ruled the top of that hill in which the young wizard found himself.
The air was cold and made him shiver.
He did it. Alone.
Now he just needed to find Susan Black into that castle.
He just followed his instict. He didn't know when he was in the timeline, just felt he needed to hurry.
So he went to the big front doors and knocked.
He was defenseless and without a plan. He didn't know anything about that time, except for the characters of Albus Dumbledore and a young Voldemort.
Suddenly the doors made a noise that made his jump and slowly opened.
An ugly old face came out "Who are you? How dare you stay out there at this late hour?".
"I'm a.. visitor" Albus bumbled staring at the unknown little old man "Can I come in?".
"You must, I'd say".
He should have been the predecessor of old Filch, Albus supposed, and he seemed even worse.
The young wizard just followed him inside, admiring the castle in all his magnificence.
Some noises came from the Great Hall. Dining time.
Albus wished to go there, but the old man pulled him towards the stairs and led him to the headmaster's office.
"Wait right here" the old man walked away and Albus started to plan something, but before he could put his thoughts into action, an unknown wizard reached him into the room.
"Who are you, boy?".
"I'm a visitor" Albus said again.
The man rolled his eyes "Yeah, Ridge told me that. But why now? Where are you from?".
The young wizard couldn't know if he could have been an ally or an enemy to his mission. He dared to hope he could help him "I need to talk to a student here. It's urgent. That's why I had to come this way".
"And who is this student you need to talk to?".
"Susan Black" Albus spilled out "Please, let me talk to her. Then I'll be back on my way".
The man didn't stop analyzing him "Hmm. She's having dinner now. Can you tell me your name, boy?".
No. He couldn't tell his real name. He tried to invent one "Albert.. Albert Foster".
"Hmm.. Ridge!" The suddenly high tone made the boy jump. "Go and ask miss Black if she knows this mister Foster" the old ugly man bowed and walked away again.
The headmaster kept focusing on Albus "So mister Foster, where are you from? You seem totally new here".
"I'm from Ilvermorny" the boy lied.
"All the way here to talk to a student?" Of course he couldn't believe nor understand.
"Yeah... I used a portkey. And I couldn't use any other way to contact her, so I had to come. It's for her own safety" how much he had to beg to get that simple chance of talking to a witch?
"Safety" the man repeated quite offended "I'm quite sure she's safe here. These are dark times, you may noticed that. And you passed through our protection spells. This is strange, boy...".
"Master" Albus shivered again ad Ridge came next to him "Miss Black assured that she knows no Fosters".
The boy's eyes widened. Troubles, big troubles, obvious troubles. The headmaster put his hands on the desk staring at him with a menacing grin "So Foster, who are you really?".
"Is this our mysterious guest?" A new voice caught the trio by surprise.
The headmaster raised his head with an authoritarian nod "Albus, he had been able to reach the castle".
The young Potter turned his eyes with incredulity. Albus Dumbledore just walked into the office. The greatest wizard of all times was there and giving him an amused blue glance. "Remarkable, I'd say. You're not bad, are you?".
The boy felt uneasy with that question "No, sir. I'm just here...".
"A lost wanderer" Dumbledore talked for him "Who are we to keep you out from here? Armando, I'll take care of our guest. You don't have to worry".
The headmaster seemed relieved "Alright then. Off you go".
Albus just slightly bowed his head to the two men and followed his homonymous out of the room.
Dumbledore didn't seem concerned if the boy was following him or not. He just kept walking at a fast speed that made the boy jog.
The time traveled hoped they would have gone down to the great hall, instead they went upstairs.
"Where are we going, sir?" Albus felt the urge to break the silence. "To find you a room for tonight. You must be very tired".
"Sure. Thank you anyway. I know I'm can be suspect to arrive here in the middle of the night, with no warning".
Dumbledore looked at him in an inquisitorial way "But you are here with good intentions, aren't you?".
"Sure" Albus replied fast "I'm not a danger. I just have to..fix things".
He unlaced his cloak, forgotting that under he was wearing his uniform. Dumbledore soon noticed that and smiled amused "For being totally new here, you already wear our colours. I miss the blue and cranberry from Ilvermorny. But I see you have... Slytherin's colours".
Albus couldn't go back and said carefully "Yeah.. It's hard to explain". "I won't ask" the man winked at him "I guess you have your noble reasons for being here. I can just tell you to be careful with your intentions".
The young student sighed with deep relief "Thank you, sir".
Dumbledore opened a door "I'd suggest for you to be into this private room. If you want to meet some students and look for some better company, I'm afraid you'll have to wait till tomorrow".
"I really can't say how grateful I am. I heard great things about you, sir" don't spoil, Albus told himself. He had to bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying more. "I hope I'm better than the rumours about me". "Definitely. I won't stay here long. Just a short stop.. Hopefully". "As you wish. My office is right next door if you need help. See you tomorrow. Goodnight". "Goodnight, sir" the boy walked in, giving a last glance to the wizard he took the name from. He felt proud of it.
Albus studied his temporary small room. It was welcoming even if very poorly decorated.
Time was different from where he came from, but his body reacted differently, asking for some rest.
So the young Potter laid on the bed, pondering his paradoxal situation.
He was into an old version of Hogwarts, together with Lord Voldemort himself. But as long as Albus Dumbledore was near, he felt oddly safe.
