Raising the enemy

Chapter 1: The Consequences of the Fatal Mistake

DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling

I own only OCs and Plot.

Flashback in italics

'Words written down'

When Harry spiraled back into existence he dropped down onto the ground of the graveyard in fatigue. He tried to get up but ended up staggering. Harry finally stood up straight and tried to be optimistic by thinking how it was not worse than a portkey...then his optimism went away in flash the moment he puked. After he relieved himself of the puke he took the time to look around and observe the environment. He ventured around the desolate cemetery trying to find that familiar angel statue. After he scanned every inch of the cemetery he failed to find it. The bespeckled boy crouched down in front of a newly dug grave. When Harry went to check the date, well... it would be an understatement to say he was shocked. He took his glasses off, wiped them, and then put them back on. He realized that, for once, his poor eyesight was correct! Apparently, this person died in 1934, so... that means he was in 1934! That year...for some rings a bell somewhere in his head, the boy quickly dismissed that thought in order to lament about his luck. Why does he have such horrible luck?

Harry POV

These results have good and bad news. Good news? I was able to travel back in time. Bad news? Traveled much further back in time than per plan. Well, when did any of my plans ever go according to plan?! In the distance, he noticed a house he had only seen in memories and visions. It was the Riddle House but, it didn't look as abandoned as it did in the 90s though. There were bright lights shining through the windows of the manor but, the moonlight was a diffuse ocean above them, lessening the inky blackness of the night. What should I do? There are actually only a few options he could choose from considering he did not know much about this time period. One thing he could do is go to Diagon Alley and get a new wand because he dropped his before traveling back in time. Then he immediately realizes the snag in his plan which is....he has absolutely no money.

Harry lightly smacks his face with regret for leaving his precious Phoenix wand in the future. Then again if Tom Riddle is alive then maybe just maybe his wand is just sitting in Ollivander's shop! For now, I guess I will just have to...get a job. While he is talented in dueling he really does not have any qualifications for jobs in the wizarding world. While pondering about what to do, the bespeckled boy quietly removed the picture of his parents and Sirius from inside his beloved invisibility cloak. 'What do they do in this situation?' thought the emerald-eyed boy. The only possible area of expertise he has in the muggle world is cleaning, cooking, and gardening. He only had an education in the muggle world till he was 11 which is not useful now. He glanced back at the Riddle Manor and walked away towards one of the most well-known cities in the world.

The moment he entered London people stopped walking and stared at him, not with adoring eyes but with orbs that were confused and some containing thinly veiled disgust. He offhandedly thought of those aristocratic elderly as the pureblood society by which they reacted to him. The green-eyed boy mentally facepalmed because he was wearing wizarding robes which were odd for muggles to look at no matter the time period. He quickly slipped into a narrow and dark alley in order to avoid the stares, he quickly pulled out his trusty cloak and draped it over his shoulders in order to cover himself.

The green-eyed time traveler silently returned to the streets of London and started to look around for help wanted signs. He did not notice any on the mainstream road but one thing he did observe was that everyone was talking about only one thing or more specifically one person...Adolf Hitler. Immediately the moment he realizes who that is he pulled into an older memory of his from when he was in muggle school.