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Hurry Potter– and three Forgotten Horcruxes

Disclaimer

The world of Harry Potter and all original characters belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.

This is a non-commercial fanfiction.

The plot, original characters, and writing are my own creation.

Author’s Note

I’ve always loved the Harry Potter universe. But after Voldemort’s fall, I kept wondering: what if it wasn’t truly the end?

That thought inspired this story — a brand-new adventure where Harry, Hermione, and Ron must travel back in time to destroy two Horcruxes.

I hope you’ll walk this path with me.

A.K. Vulfe

When Death reveals that some of Voldemort’s Horcruxes still remain, Harry, Hermione, and Ron agree to travel back in time. Their souls will enter the bodies of three unknown children — and only victory will ensure they all survive. Now, they must face a young Tom Riddle, survive encounters with Dementors and Basilisks, and do everything they can to keep history from turning into a nightmare.

Chapter 1 New adventure.

For now, the wizarding world celebrated. Voldemort had finally been vanquished. But every victory casts a shadow.
Despite the triumph, Harry Potter felt no joy. Too many people he loved were gone.
After leaving Hogwarts, Harry and his closest friends returned to a quiet hideout beneath the Whomping Willow—the same place they'd taken refuge after Sirius Black’s death.
There, Harry, Hermione, and Ron spoke in hushed tones, uncertain about the future.
Years passed. Still, every year they returned to Hogwarts with their children to honor those they had lost.
Seven years had gone by, but peace still eluded Harry.
Something gnawed at him, as if a door had never been properly closed.
“You keep staring off into the distance,” Hermione said softly. “Talk to us. What’s wrong?”
Silence. Then:
“It sounds silly.”
“You always say that,” Hermione smiled.
“It just… doesn’t feel finished.”
“What doesn’t?” Ron asked, suddenly alert.
“Voldemort. I feel like he’s still out there.”
“What? But we destroyed all the Horcruxes,” Ron said.
“I know. But the feeling won’t go away. Maybe it’s just trauma, but—”
Suddenly the air stirred. A wind rose up inside the room, spinning into a tight, tumbling vortex.
Wands were drawn at once. The energy climbed higher and wilder.
“What is that?!” Hermione cried.
“No idea,” Harry said, gripping his wand. “But we’re about to find out.”
With a final gust, the whirlwind vanished—and in its place stood a cloaked figure.
A chill swept through the room. The air grew heavy.
Ron stepped back. “Mother of Merlin…”
Death stood before them.
“You’re right, Harry,” she said, her voice cold and clear. “Voldemort is neither fully dead nor truly alive. Two Horcruxes remain. They cannot be destroyed in this time. To stop him, you must return to the past. If you don’t, I cannot claim his soul.”
“But he died,” Ron protested.
“Only because you went back,” Death replied.
Harry’s voice trembled. “Does that mean I could see my parents?”
“Perhaps. But you must not tell anyone who you are, why you’re there, or what the future holds. Break this rule—and you die. You have time to choose. But know this: if you die there, you die here, too.”
“I’ll do it,” Harry said.
“Me too,” Hermione added.
Ron hesitated, then nodded. “I’m in.”
Death extended her hand. A ring shimmered into view.
“The Deathly Hallow ring,” Hermione whispered.
“When you’re ready, Harry,” Death said, “wear it and blow. I’ll appear.”
With that she vanished.
“Thanks,” Harry whispered.
“But this won’t be easy. I’m doing it for two reasons: to destroy the Horcruxes—and to see my parents. You two don’t have to risk your lives.”
“We’re in this together,” Hermione said firmly. “We always were. Besides, Voldemort’s a threat to everyone. We’ll leave the kids with Mrs. Weasley.”
Ron grinned. “She’s right. We always win because we stick together.”
“Then it’s settled,” Harry said.
“Meet me here tomorrow. I’ll write to Ginny. You write to Molly. I’m going to visit Hagrid.”

“Oi, Potter! Still breathin’, are ya?” Hagrid bellowed.
Harry smiled. “You always joke, but this is serious. I need to tell you something—not everything, but something.”
“What now? Voldemort’s gone. Ain’t nothin’ left to be afraid of.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Harry said.
“Yer hidin’ somethin’ again, aren’t ya?” Hagrid suspected.
“It’s complicated.”
“Sounds like I don’t understand anything!” Hagrid chuckled.
“Voldemort… he might still be alive.”
Hagrid blinked. “What?! What’s that got to do with Horcruxes?”
“Exactly,” Harry nodded. “But I can’t explain everything.”
“Well, if yer goin’ somewhere, yer not goin’ alone.”
“We’re not kids anymore, Hagrid. I just didn’t want to leave without saying something.”
Hagrid grumbled. “Then take this.”
He handed Harry a small object. “It’s a time medallion. Stops time for one minute. Say ‘Time!’ and everything but you will freeze. But it only works once—then it shatters.”
“Thank you, Hagrid. I’ll use it wisely.”

Morning arrived. The trio stood once again at the edge of the Whomping Willow.
Harry slipped the ring onto his finger—and blew.
Death returned.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
“Yes,” Harry said, for all of them.
“You won’t need anything from this world. In fact, you will not even be yourselves. Three children must die—you will merge with them and live through them. Win, and you all shall live. Fail, and you all shall die.”
Harry hesitated. “Can I keep the medallion?”
“No. But I’ll make sure you have it… back then. Now give it to me.”
Harry handed it over.
Death closed her hand around it.
A colossal vortex roared around them. The world twisted—
Then went black.

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Harry awoke in a room he didn’t recognize.
A kind-faced elderly woman stood over him, her eyes glistening.
“Oh, my sweet Peter, you’re awake! I thought I’d lost you,” she whispered. “I had lost all hope.”

Harry’s gaze swept across the room, taking in every detail.
“Why are you so quiet?” the old woman asked again, her voice filled with concern.
“No—everything’s fine,” Harry said quickly, scrambling for an excuse. Instead, he asked, “What happened to me?”
“You don’t remember?”
“No,” Harry admitted.

“You were bitten by a crystal centipede—one of the most poisonous creatures in the wizarding world. I don’t know how you survived. You probably won’t be able to attend Hogwarts this year. You’ll need time to recover.”
“I can’t miss school,” Harry insisted, trying to sit up. “If I don’t go, the illness might return… and I’ll die.”
“Easy now,” she said gently, pressing him back down. “There’s still a whole month left. If you’re strong enough by then, we’ll see.”

Meanwhile, Hermione woke in a completely different place.
Opening her eyes, she saw a man and a woman standing over her.
“Finally, sweetheart, you’re awake!” the woman exclaimed. “It’s a miracle you survived. I’ve told you a hundred times not to meddle with my potions! But tell me—how are you feeling?”
“Better, thank you… though my memory feels fuzzy. I don’t remember much.”
“Not even us?” the man asked in surprise.
“No,” Hermione admitted. “But I’m sure it will come back soon,” she added with a smile.
“Your name is Germone. I’m Julia, your mother, and this is Thomas, your father,” the woman said, kissing her forehead gently. “Now rest, love. You’ll need your strength.”

Once they left the room, Hermione let out a deep breath.
“Well, the hardest part’s over. Now I just need to gather some information… I hope Harry and Ron are safe.”

Ron, on the other hand, woke outside, lying on the grass near the ruins of a house. It looked as though an explosion had torn through it—hardly anything was left standing.
“Udric, wake up,” said an older man who seemed to be his father. “Finally… I thought—”
“No need for all that,” Ron cut him off.
“All right. But you’re definitely going to Hogwarts now. No arguments. That’s where you’ll learn proper discipline. Don’t worry about the house—I’ll fix it. You just rest and recover.”

A month passed. The three friends had adjusted to their new families and were finally ready to head to Hogwarts.

Harry arrived first, standing near the entrance to Platform 9¾.
A girl approached him, studying his face.
“Are you… Harry?”
“Yes—Hermione! It’s me. Good to see you!”
“Finally,” came another voice. “I thought I’d never find you.”
“Ron! How’s life?”
“Not bad, just… strange.”
“Yeah,” Peter sighed. “New families, new rules… But being alone would’ve been worse.”

They stood together with their suitcases and owl cages, clutching letters addressed to Headmaster Armando Dippet.
“We’d better hurry,” Hermione said. “The Hogwarts Express leaves in ten minutes!”

They raced toward the train, weaving through the crowd.

They looked different now, though pieces of their old selves still clung to them.
Harry, taller and broader, wore his long black hair loose around his round glasses—an echo of his true self beneath a stranger’s face.
Ron, once lanky, was now shorter and slimmer. His shoulder-length white hair gave him a pale but striking appearance.
Hermione had become tall and graceful, her jet-black hair shimmering beneath the station lights. Her piercing blue eyes were the only clear reminder of who she once was.

They searched the train, peeking into compartments already packed with students, until at last they found an empty one.

Just as they sat down, the door slammed open.
“Well, well—first years off to learn!” a smirking older boy called out, his friends laughing behind him.
Peter didn’t hesitate. “If you’re finished, maybe you can close the door. You know where the handle is.”
The group froze, surprised. The leader stepped forward.
“What’s this? A buzzing mosquito? Should we squash it—or teach it a proper lesson?”

But he stopped cold as three wands leveled at his chest.
He backed off, startled.
Peter chuckled. “Even mosquitoes can bite. Remember that. I’m Peter. These are my friends, Udric and Germone. We can take care of ourselves.”
“Not bad—for first years,” the older boy muttered. “See you at Hogwarts.”

As the door shut, Peter waited a moment, then peeked into the corridor to be sure they were alone.
“Who were they?” Peter asked.
“So rude,” Germone said with a frown.
“And kinda cowardly,” Udric added.
They all laughed.

“I see you’ve got new wands. How are they?” Peter asked.
“Better than my old one,” Udric replied.
“I get it,” Peter laughed. “But mine was tricky. Took them ages to find a match.”
“What do you mean?” Udric asked.
Peter shrugged. “No one knows who made this wand or who it belonged to. It’s strange. If I touch someone’s head with the back of it—they go invisible. Great for defense. Pretty useless for offense, though.”
“Touch me,” Udric said eagerly. “Let’s test it.”
Peter reached out and tapped the back of his wand to Udric’s head—and he vanished.
“Did it work?” Udric’s voice echoed.
“Yep. You’re gone,” Peter grinned, then tapped him again. Udric reappeared.
“This’ll definitely help with the search,” Germone said.
“True. But one more thing—we need to make sure we end up in the right house.
Slytherin would be best. Problem is, the Sorting Hat might not listen.”

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The ride continued without trouble. When they reached Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall met them and guided the first years into the castle.

Professor Dumbledore welcomed them and went over rules and expectations. Peter listened carefully, though most of it they already knew.

Then came the moment they’d been waiting for—Sorting.

“Children,” Professor McGonagall called, “you’ll now be placed in your houses by the Sorting Hat. Let’s begin!”

One by one, names were called. Finally, it was Germone Watson’s turn.

She looked at Peter, then stepped forward and sat down. The Sorting Hat dropped onto her head.

“Interesting, very interesting,” the hat muttered. “You have traits of both Gryffindor and Slytherin. A rare case... Where to place you?”

“Slytherin,” she whispered. “Put me in Slytherin.”

“So be it! SLYTHERIN!” the hat announced.

Germone walked over and took a seat at the Slytherin table.

Next came Udric. The moment the hat touched his head, it gasped, “Incredible! First time in thirty years. Another dual-natured mind… Slytherin?”

“Yes,” Udric said confidently.

“Slytherin!” the hat declared, and Udric joined Germone.

Peter had to wait a while, but finally—

“Peter Walker.”

He stepped forward and sat in the chair.

“Hmmm,” the hat murmured. “This is very strange. Three dual-housed students in one year? Fascinating. Let me guess—you want Slytherin as well?”

“Yes.”

“Very well. SLYTHERIN!”

Peter joined his friends at the table as the hall filled with cheers and clapping. When the sorting finished, Headmaster Dippet introduced the professors—Dumbledore, McGonagall, Slughorn, and others.

As everyone dug into the feast, Dumbledore quietly picked up the Sorting Hat. It whispered urgently.

“We need to talk, Professor.”

Dumbledore nodded and stood, slipping out of the hall with the hat in hand.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Tell me.”

“I was sorting the students into houses,” the Hat replied, “But this time, three of the new students turned out to be quite unusual.”

“What do you mean?”

“Twenty years ago, a student named River Omaro came through the doors...”

“I remember him,” said Dumbledore. “You couldn’t decide where to place him, so you let him choose. He caused a great deal of trouble.”

“Well, today I had a similar situation.”

“How so?”

“They were equally suited for both Gryffindor and Slytherin. Only those two. They all chose Slytherin, though I sensed Gryffindor was closer to their hearts—especially one of them.”  

“What are their names?”

“Peter Walker. Udric Smith. And Hermione Watson.”

“Thank you,” said Dumbledore. “I’ll keep an eye on them.”

After the feast, the students made their way to their dormitories.

On the way, they were stopped by five boys—the same ones who had peeked into their train compartment earlier.

The leader, Roland, smirked.

“Need an escort, little ones? Wouldn’t want you getting lost,” he sneered.

“Don’t worry about them,” said a tall boy from the shadows.

A ripple of uneasy silence followed, broken only by the soft shuffle of feet.

Peter squinted into the dim light, a deep unease settling over him.

The boy seemed timid and polite, yet something in his icy stare made you uneasy.

It’s him! Peter thought.

“Why are you sticking up for them, Riddle?” Roland scoffed.

“Roland,” the tall boy said calmly, “shut up.”

Roland looked stunned but said nothing.

Riddle turned and walked away, and the rest of the gang followed in silence.

Freed from annoying company, the trio continued on to the Slytherin common room and settled in for the night.

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The next morning, the corridors of Hogwarts buzzed with excitement as classes began.

Students hurried past in swirling robes, laughter and chatter echoing off the ancient stone walls like a greeting to the new school year.

Within a few days, Peter, Udric, and Germone had already become the talk of Slytherin—known as the brightest first-years in recent memory.

Weeks passed quietly.

They learned the names of everyone in their house—including Tom Riddle.

Peter made sure to use his wand’s invisibility spell often to eavesdrop, especially whenever Riddle was speaking with Professor Dumbledore.

The headmaster and the professor were already starting to grow curious about the trio.

Why had three children, each on the brink of death before arriving at Hogwarts, survived against all odds—only to excel in magic as if they had been born for it?

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Then one night, Riddle entered their room.

“I need your help,” he said simply.

“With what?” Peter asked.

“I’m looking for a book in the library. It’s called All About Dementors. It’s rare. And I need a couple of spells.”

“Who are they?” Peter asked, pretending not to know.

“They’re creatures you don’t want to meet,” Riddle said. “I need a sleeping spell and one that boosts running speed.”

“When do you need them?”

“By the end of the semester,” Riddle replied—and left.

As the door closed, Peter said, “He’s planning something. We’ll help him—but we’re reading that book ourselves first.”

Their search took time. Peter often disappeared, invisible, tailing Riddle as he studied.
Nothing seemed out of place—yet Peter couldn’t shake the feeling that they had ended up in Riddle’s early life for a reason.

Something about the timeline didn’t add up.
Was this really the past… or something else entirely?

Then Germone made a discovery—a secret map of Hogwarts that revealed a hidden library above Dumbledore’s office.
That night, the trio snuck in, invisible, and found the books they were looking for.

One book, in particular, was dangerous.

“If Voldemort ever got this,” Peter said, “we’d never stand a chance. We need to destroy it.”

They kept the safer one—the book about Dementors—and decided to share only the two spells Riddle had asked for.

“But why does he want this information?” Udric asked. “You’d have to be mad to go near Dementors.”

“Maybe he knows something we don’t,” Germone said.

“Or someone’s going to tell him,” Peter added. “And I think I know who—Professor Slughorn.”