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Of Unity and Spei

Summary:

To put it short, Harry gets sent back to the 40's and evidently makes a rag-tag group with members that were meant to be the Knights of Walpurgis.

(ON HIATUS)

Notes:

So.. I have two other stories, one not even having a plot, only characters and the other, well that's a whole story but itself.But I was thinking today on my way to a party,'What if Harry got sent to the past, and evidently made the Knights of Walpurgis into a rag-tag group of blundering idiots before the Knights of Walpurgis actually existed'

So, here I am, writing this fic,no romance, no angst. It's just three (or two depending on how you count) years of pure crack and humor.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Oh well, I'm in the past.

Chapter Text

When Voldemort died in the Great Hall, Harry took a deep breath, then crumpled to the ground with a long sigh falling from his lips. He'd been dead not even an hour before then, and yet it seemed Fate had more planned for him than he'd ever known.

He felt no pain, no soul shattering agony. For Harry, it was as if the lion inside him had stopped its roaring. He was empty, no more strength in his whole body, and the weight of being alive was too much for it. He did not live to hit the ground, nor to hear the screaming, the cries, the anger, the fear and the mourning that would follow; he was just gone.

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Harry blinked, and suddenly he was standing at King's Cross (a much cleaner and much whiter version) ,which was so bright Harry winced. It burned his eyes and there was no way to shield them. The floor was as bright as the vast station around him. It was just complete whiteness, rigidly and unendingly bright in the shape of Kings Cross.

Then there was a presence, a figure, a grotesque thing, really. A hooded creature (was rather creepily staring at him)

“Where am I ?" He finally mustered up

"You are simply, in the after.” It replied,"Master." It added on.

Harry choose to subtley ignore that and resorted to asking question after question.

“Why can't I go back like before – in the forest? Can't I go back to living if I'm your master?” Harry probed.

“Go back to life,don't go back to life. Live, don't live. You're too concerned about what was and what will be,maybe focus on what is” and those were some really stupid (and dramatic) parting words,since ‘Death’ disappeared in a flurry of his robes.

And Harry felt himself warping in some sorts,moving persay.

‘Go after him!’ said the Lion.

‘And what exactly is there to go after?’ a hiss.

And then it went black again.

Is was when Harry woke up,and found himself in an office that locked strangely like Dumbledore's own,did he have hope.

And that hope crumbled down when an equally old man – but not Dumbledore – had entered.

Then Hadrian James Peverell was born.