H Peverell and The Lost Time Line

by sssslytheringINSIDEyou

Summary:

Harry finds himself in the wrong timeline. He has no choice but to blend in (which he is utter shit at because of his attitude) until he can find a way back home. While doing so, he is met with the Knights of Walpurgis, aka the very first Death Eaters.

Or

Harry's in trouble because, of course, he is. He goes back in time and somehow has The Knights of Walpurgis wrapped around his finger, including their leader, Tom fucking Riddle.

Or!

The Knights of Walpugis became interested in the student that popped out of nowhere in the Slytherim Common Room, the boy that called himself H Peverell. They love his shitty personality

Notes:

IDK! I was bored and decided to write this. Also, Hello my Serpents, welcome. This is my first and probably only story (I have so many drafts.) because I am shit at uploading and keeping track. I have school, duh, I'm still in high school, so 100% sure I won't be updating in like probably months, and y'all will starve. But do not worry, my Serpents, I promise I'll come back from the dead ;] Also, if y'all want Harry to be shipped, just tell me :D

P.S. I don't have a beta, and my writing is arse, so.. don't expect much :]

Chapter 1: Prologue — Harry's First Mistake

Harry, as always, found himself in trouble —it seemed as if trouble followed him around— while he hid from his best mates. He was in huge trouble because he had accidentally set Hermione's hair green by exploding Ron's potion —or his attempt of a potion, at least— so now, he was dealing with the consequences.

He thought he had lost them, but as he was about to turn a corner, he suddenly heard loud rushing footsteps approaching him that sounded like they were running, in which they probably were. He had hoped it was someone else, but that thought was completely dismissed when it was the sound of Hermione and Ron's voice he heard.

"Harry Potter, you come back here!" A chorused yell from both of them echoed around the empty halls. They sounded absolutely furious, making him gulp. Harry internally panicked and began to sprint faster than before

He turned every random corner he found, hoping this maze of a place could help him lose the two furious people who were on his tail. And, it seemed he still had a bit of luck. He found an abandoned and empty classroom, entering it swiftly, hoping the other two didn't see him enter

The paranoid person that he was, Harry pulled out his wand and began casting every single protection spell and charm he knew around the room. It took most of his energy, exhausting him, but he knew that exhaustion was better than any consequence that may occur if Ron and Hermione DID find him.

Once his exhaustion died down, he's still exhausted as fuck, but he had enough energy to move, Harry began to look around the room. It was dusty and dark, so he cast a Lumos for better viewing. With the better light, he saw a few ancient artifacts that he just knew shouldn't be here. But, there was one in particular that caught his eyes.

It looked familiar to that of a time turner, but he knew it wasn't one for sure. It looked so different yet not to Hermione's time turner back in 3rd year. The chain it had wasn't gold, instead it was silver, and the flat hourglass in the middle that was surrounded by a gold circle that helped it spin was silver snakes with green emerald eyes that encircled the flat black hourglass in the middle.

He inspected it closer, tracing his hands around the edges as he felt a pull to it. He was tracing his hands around the thing that helped spin the flat hourglass in the middle to travel back in time, when he suddenly heard a loud explosion just outside the door, startling him into spinning the 'time turner'

The hourglass began to spin rapidly, making Harry curse under his breath "Oh Shi-" but before he could even finish, a warping sensation had made itself evident, and Harry felt like his insides where being turned upside down as his surroundings began to change rapidly

When the warping had finally stopped, Harry toppled over making him fall to his knees, unable to hold himself up. His hands clutching his stomach. He wanted to puke so bad and it didn't help that his head was aching from all the rooms changing.

He heard voices around him, but it was all muffled since his ears were ringing. He could hear people gathering around him which made him sit up. He kept one hand clutched around his stomach while the other rubbed on his temple to ease the growing headache. He had his glasses on, but his eyes were still blurry from the sensation.

"Who are you?" a cool monotoned voice clear as the person asked.

'Wait.. that voice... I know that voice..' Every single one of Harry's senses came back to him, the muffled voices became understandable, his headache gone, and his vision clear. He slowly looked up, and there, he saw him, Tom Riddle in his younger look. He looked around and saw them, The Knights of Walpurgis. Tom's future death eaters.

He reached a hand up to his face to rub his eyes, hoping he was hallucinating. That was when he realized his nose was bleeding. He placed a hand over his nose, wiping the blood off. He looked at his blood covered hand and, finally, swore "Fuck."

Harry passed out

Chapter 2: An Unwanted Stay – Chp 1

Summary:

Having to stay here for a week has been exhausting, especially if the sorting hat had placed you in a den of SNAKES. He really hated that hat.

Notes:

Hellow my Darling Serpentsss, I'm so sorry for being absent for MONTHS. I didn't mean to have stayed away for so long. School has been bothering me so much, but it's finally over, and I am FREE from that torture :))

How are you, my dear Serpentsss? I hope you enjoy this chapter because it took me months to finish :))

A/N: I do NOT have a beta, so expect something shitty. English is not my first language, so please excuse my grammar mistakes, that's all. Enjoy reading my serpents ;]

A/N 2: Harry Potter is not acting like himself because I am projecting SOME of my personalities onto him since I quite suck at writing from other peoples perspectives. Anyways, that is all. Once more, Enjoy my Ssserpents

The loud noise in the Great Hall couldn't be mistaken as clicking of spoons and forks hit plates and the unmistakable chatters as people conversed with one another, but it was all just a muffled sound to Harry as he ate with thoughts running in circles around his head. 'A week. I have been here for a week.' And as his thoughts only got louder, the voices around the Slytherin table became nothing more than silent ringing in Harry's ears. How did he end up here?

 

                    

 

Voices were the only thing Harry could hear with the sound of cold wind as it passed by curtains in the background. The very first thing he saw as he opened his eyes was a flash of light that made him shut his eyes in response. Once he got comfortable enough with the light, he rubbed his eyes and began sitting up and while he did so, he couldn't help but groan feeling that his body was sore, which could only mean he's been out for a while. 

The voices he was hearing suddenly silenced, 'Oh.. right.' He looked up and saw people he didn't recognise not just because of the blur in his eyes, but because he couldn't see the usual ginger-haired friend he always saw when he was suddenly awoken from his passed out state, or the girl with bushy brown hair that would have scolded him while hugging him by now, but the place was notably familiar. The medical wing. A place Harry has memorised by heart from the times he's been here. Well, at least that's what the silhouette looked like since it was all a blur. A blur? It was all a blur!? Where are his glasses?! Harry looked around for his glasses frantically, and when he finally felt it, he relaxed a little, putting it on.

He looked around once more, and he was right. It was the medical wing. He felt himself smile but then remembered the other people around that he didn't know, making him tense up a little more than he originally was. He wanted to ask who they were, but the sight of a tall pale boy with perfectly curled and styled black hair with eyes that matched his dark hair only confirmed who these people were.

There were 2 females with a 16-Year old Voldemort, one that looked exactly like Walburga Black from the painting he saw at 12 Grimmauld Place except much younger and another he didn't recognise along with 4 other boys he didn't know. But there were 2 that looked oddly familiar. A boy with obsidian black curly hair that was put into a clean bun with striking grey eyes that made him even more recognisable.. He looked like Sirius.. He must have been a Black. Then the tall blonde with long hair, which was tied only at the close tip of his hair that Harry could only guess as an anchor just so his hair wouldn't become messy and get in the way. He was reminded oddly of Lucius. He must be a Malfoy. He wasn't exactly sure with his assumptions, but he was sure with one thing, and it was that they were The Knights of Walpurgis 

He reached for his right hand, seeking comfort in something familiar, something he had before coming to this place. To this timeline. And so, he traced his palm across the back of his hand, expecting to feel the lines “I must not tell lies” carved into his skin only for him to feel nothing. His skin was smooth. There was no scar. He looked down at his hand in a panic only to see nothing but his tan skin. No red engraved letters. No pink flesh. Just skin. ‘WHERE IS IT?! WHERE THE HELL IS IT?!’ 

‘What happened?!’

‘Why is it gone?!’

‘Did it heal?! It couldn't have! It didn't before?!’

‘What is happening to m— is my hand smaller..?’

As the thought passed, he suddenly realised all the changes in his body that he hadn't noticed before. His hair was a little longer, and his bangs were actually covering his scar. His legs felt shorter —not that there was much difference—, and his face felt a little rounder than before… It reminded him of his 14 year old self..

Harry's thoughts only progressed and increased before he was snapped back to reality by that same voice he heard before passing out. “Are you quite alright?” Riddle. He looked up at the said guy, and he couldn't help all the anger that was raised, but he wasn't about to act rash. He didn't even know what timeline this was. He has to blend in.

“I'm fine.” His tone was harsh and brass. Wow. So much for not being rash. Harry just hopes they didn't notice

Guessing by the way the others were suddenly getting all defensive, they probably did —not even probably, they definitely did— pick up on his tone. Wonderful job, Potter. Already have them suspicious of you. Just great. He has to fix this if he wants to blend in..

He took a deep breath and placed a hand behind his neck and looked up with a tilted head in an attempt to look apologetic “I'm.. I'm sorry about my tone.. It's just..” he then let out a sigh and looked away just to look more believable with the whole sweet and confused act “I'm a little confused at the moment..”

He didn't exactly expect anyone to believe his lie, given that he was total arse at lying, but it was worth a shot. So, when he looked back at the group, expecting them to look unimpressed at his failed attempt to be apologetic, he was shocked to find that they did believe his act. Hah! How stupid. How could they even be the first death eaters when they couldn't possibly tell the difference between a hoax and sincerity.

Riddle only smiled politely before replying in that shitty unbelievable sweet tone he has “It's alright, I can see why you're confused” Fake ass orphan. Harry didn't believe the tone or the smile Riddle portrayed because how fake can a person possibly even get?! Although, he wasn't about to reveal every single thought he was having. Why should he when he could simply just play along.

Smiling at the said fake arse orphan (like you aren't..), Harry replied with a tone that could be described as sweet, charming, and most of all, nervous. “Thank you.. for understanding..” he smiled up at them. It was natural and tense, not meeting his eyes.

The young dark lord only smiled sweetly at him. Harry had to suppress a full body shiver seeing this arse smile sweetly, even if it was forced and fake. The smile didn't even reach his eyes. How could anyone have believed that smile? He looked down, hiding a scowl as he thought about what to do..

 

                  

 

The Knights of Walpurgis introduced themselves to Harry that day, and Harry took note of every. single. one.

Orion Black — He was right to assume he was a Black, especially since this was Sirius's father. His actual father. It concerned him how similar they looked… he might do something stupid because of it.

Abraxas Malfoy — Another one of his right assumptions, the man looked exactly like Lucius, which checked out given that this was his father. The only difference was the grey eyes. While Lucius had cold grey eyes, Abraxas had eyes that matched thunder clouds in the rain. He'd say it looked better

Cassius Rosier — He was someone he didn't recognise, but he was certainly odd. He was distant even when he spoke, always looking at something that others seemed to not see. It reminded him oddly of Luna, the thought making him smile. Maybe Rosier and him could get along if he played his strings right.

Atticus Avery — Another he didn't recognise, he was blonde like Malfoy, but it was lighter while Malfoy’s was more golden. He had beautiful sapphire black eyes that had Harry swallow when he saw it. It was deep and dark looking at it could make you feel like you'd drown in the darkness. He quite liked it. He thought Avery was pretty

Harry would have loved to get the names of the two lovely ladies, but Tom Riddle being, well, Tom Riddle, had stopped that from happening by being an utter bitch. Always wanting the attention on him, Tom had focused on trying to bring Harry to the Headmaster, who was definitely not Dumbledor in this timeline, which is probably a good thing.

He had been able to introduce himself as Hamilton Peverell, a name that was thought over when the others were introducing themselves. Given that he had to fake stories back when he was younger to explain the bruises to the teachers, he has managed to create a small background for “Hamilton”

Hamilton Verda Peverell — A lost boy who was wandering around his ancestral items back at home –which he decided it being in Northern Ireland, for no absolute fucking reason– when he was suddenly teleported (yes he uses teleport rather than apparation, got a problem?) in Hogwarts, wowsie, shocking. He is 14 years old –from what he's gathered which makes no absolute fucking sense since he was 16 barely 5 minutes ago– who looks much younger than he actually is. He didn't give his blood status, so the others would probably guess and bet on being between halfblood or pureblood.

He hasn't given a proper background for Hamilton just yet. If he were to stay here longer than he wants to, then he has to build a plausible and believable story for himself.

 

                    

 

The boy who had appeared in their common room was certainly odd. Tom had never heard of a person being able to break through Hogwarts apparition wards before, not once in the Hogwarts: A History book.

It has been an hour since Peverell –it was the boy's name– has awoken. He was certainly interesting. He had a way of communicating with his knights, smiling when he had to, looking just confused enough to sell off the “Wow, really? I've heard of it, but I don't have much info” look. An odd thing though, that Tom had noticed, is that Peverell would look at Abraxas and Orion with familiarity, yet also so distantly, as if looking at someone he thought he knew. He would most likely look into that.

The Knights were introducing themselves without shame, giving information to a person they do not know, and so, before Walburga and Druella made that mistake, Tom had stopped them. Using the excuse of bringing Peverell to Headmaster Dippet to properly enroll him. He wasn't about to let an interesting project leave so easily. He has yet to bite.

 

                    

 

Walking through these halls was like walking through his home. Every crevice and corner was memorized. It was as easy as breathing.

Home..

But it's not my home, not yet.

The thought crossed Harry as he turned to look at Riddle, who was walking around these halls with the same longing look he had. He would not have liked to admit it, but before this was his home, it was Riddle's. He quite literally had to physically shake his head to clear his pondering.

Portraits were looking at Harry, some intrigued, some wary. He sighed at the thought because, back at his timeline, they would have greeted him by now. He gave a smile that was actually genuine, no matter how small, to the portraits and waved.

Riddle was walking as if he owned these halls, Harry had noticed. He was such an egotistical possessive bastard, and the fact that he had a perfectly handsome face was enough for people to turn a blind eye at his obvious claim on the school. He obviously wasn't like other people because he knew what type of person Riddle was.

He would never follow this man, –monster– he reminded himself willingly, but he wasn't exactly given a choice. He was being taken to the Headmaster to get enrolled, from what Riddle had explained. Did he believe it? Absolutely not, maybe, but Riddle always has an ulterior motive.

Silence has never been so loud, and Harry found it suspenseful for the reason that Riddle could do anything right now, —like killing him—, and no one would even know. Before he could muse any longer, he was suddenly hit with a brick of Riddle's obviously well reviewed fake accent.

“Isn't she beautiful?” The fondness and hooked tone was genuine, and that for some reason didn't shock Harry. As much as he wouldn't want to admit, Riddle and him share the same love for Hogwarts.

A short nod was the first thing Harry gave as a reply, staying silent for a full minute before speaking with a suppressed attached tone. “Indeed she is..” He couldn’t even stop the smile from escaping his lips, but before Riddle could notice, he schooled his expression, returning to its blank —with enough emotions— type of face.

The silence returned the same way rain would pour during the storm, cold but rather expected. It was fine, though Harry welcomed it. He wasn't about to start conversing with an orphan who decided that the world should be ruled by him and became a homicidal maniac. He's exactly like Hitler.

Whenever Mr. Orphan over there tried to start a conversation, Harry would end it with a short reply or a nod. He did not want to get to know this future noseless bastard. Seriously, what was the deal with that? He used to be so handsome with his charming looks, dark silky soft hair styled perfectly with the right amount of curls, dark eyes that would swallow you whole and would never let you go, and the tall frame that was neither slender or bulky. He was literally the dream guy, so why in Mogranas name would he give that up to be some noseless snake looking arse bastard?

Harry obviously loved snakes since they were his first friends who actually listened to him, but the snake look was NOT fit for people. The noseless look, the pale skin, the slit tongue, the slit eyes, and the scales? Na-uh, it did not look good. Maybe if you had beautiful luscious hair to back it up, it would work, but Voldemort didn't. He looked homeless.

How could you go from looking like the most perfect man alive to a noseless, hairless, ugly ars–

“Peverell.”

Harry turned to Riddle, confusion written in his face. “Huh? What?” He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice that they've reached the entrance to the Headmaster's office.

Riddle gave him a tight smile —a very obvious one, by the way. His acting is so arse— as he recited the password to the gargoyle.

Oh brother.. this is going to take quite a while..

 

                    

 

‘Slytherin. I was sorted in fucking SLYTHERIN. How did that even happen?! Do the gods hate me?!’

‘How the hell am I supposed to survive this place?!’ 

‘This is complete bullshit! That stupid hat rigged him! He was supposed to be in Gryffindor like before!’

All kinds of thoughts were whirlpooling inside Harry's head as he was currently sprawled down on his bed. He had his curtains drawn with a shit ton of charms and spells protecting him since he was now sharing a room with Alphard and Cygnus, who were BOTH Blacks! The gods might actually hate him.

He was brought here by Riddle after he was sorted and he has been hiding ever since.

‘This is going to be one eventful of a stay..’

That was Harry's last thought before falling asleep.