by DrT - Sahits

"Sounds about right," younger Harry agreed. After all, he was already on trial for non-crimes.
"I was angry and depressed, and a friend helped me escape to North America. I came back to
Britain in 2004, when the twins and some other friends of ours started a movement to overthrow the
Ministerial oligarchy and replace it with a more representational government. We won, but again
the price was high. By then, I had lost everyone I ever care about as more than just a friend, and had
lost most of them as well. I spent six years researching this spell, to send my self and magic back to
the past."
"Well, it worked," younger Harry said.
"Hopefully, it's May or June, 1995, at least a week before the end of the Triwizard."
Younger Harry sighed. "It's August, 1995."
"Shit! Before or after the trial?"
"During," younger Harry said drily.
"Oh . . . Shit, shite, merde! I was afraid that might happen, because it was about the worst scenario I
could come up with."
Younger Harry was now convinced that this was indeed himself. That was his secret 'bad word set,'
which he had never uttered aloud, but sometimes thought. "So what happens now?" he asked. "You
take me over?"
"No," older Harry replied. "In terms of magic, it's our power merged together. I was slightly
stronger than Riddle ever was, and he was slightly stronger than Dumbledore. . . ."
"You're joshing!"
"No," older Harry said. "Your magic overpowered Riddle in the graveyard, because then it wasn't
about knowledge, only raw power. Remember, the reason Riddle is so dangerous to you is not your
lack of power, but his ruthlessness and your lack of experience. He had nearly forty years of
practicing magic on you in June, since he was a spirit for over ten years. Dumbledore is his nearequal
in power, and has a hundred years on Tommy-boy."
"And now?"
"Together, we can easily over-power the Dork Lord," older Harry stated firmly. "He still has at least
twenty years on the combined us, so we will have to be careful. More importantly, we will know
what we need to know to destroy the bastard."
"Really?"
"Really," older Harry assured his younger self. "Moldishorts made himself nearly immortal by
splitting his soul into six pieces plus the piece inside of what passes for his body, and each piece can
be difficult to destroy by itself, although we took care of one at the end of our Second year."
"That diary?"
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