Chapter 1

Harry groaned as he tried to sit up. His head throbbed as his eyes tried to adjust to the sunlight. He tried to move his legs first followed by his arms but the pain prevented him.

Her eyes finally adjusted to the light, realizing he was in an unfamiliar room. He scanned the room realizing that nothing in there in it sounded to her.

Harry scanned his memories before he lost consciousness. After Voldemort's defeat at Hogwarts Harry became a world famous wizard for defeating the dark wizard twice.

The magical world breathed easy for a moment thinking that peace would finally come. Only for months later the surviving Death Eaters to revive the pureblood movement and go back to war.

Determined to end Voldemort's legacy once and for all, Harry gathered his family's ancestral heirlooms, the Deathly Hallows. Taking up the mantle of the Peverell family, Harry became the Master of Death.

Harry killed a lot of Death Eaters in his personal quest to end Voldemort's legacy, he didn't enjoy doing it but it was necessary.

War raged across wizarding Britain and the rest of Europe, with Death Eaters carrying out terrorist attacks all over the world.

Harry spent the next year killing every one of them claiming their souls for death.

One consequence of having power of the hallows and being the Master of Death was that he had to obey death.

Death personally claimed the souls of all Death Eaters, as punishment for following a man who thought that he could cheat death.

And so he did, one by one each of them died.

In the end, Potter found out where the Death Eater headquarters in France was located and decided to attack the place alone.

He knew he was heading into a trap, but Harry didn't care.

Before he knew it he was surrounded by over 200 Death Eaters. All pointing their wands at him. One by one they fell to his impeccable assault, none of them a match for his magic.

In the end only one of them was left standing, a bearded, boneless man with a maniacal look in his eyes.

The man muttered things that Harry couldn't understand, he raised his wand ready to finish off the last of the Death Eaters and be able to live the rest of his days in peace when a huge light once left the man's body.

Shredding his flesh and bone, giving way to a huge explosion, before Harry could react darkness enveloped him.

"Where I am?" he wondered to himself as he tried to make sense of it all.

Suddenly a beautiful woman with soft and delicate features entered the room, the woman was surprised to see Harry awake, the mysterious woman had black hair and violet eyes, Harry verified that she had a distant resemblance to his godfather Sirius.

Harry also deduced that from his appearance he would have to be around 50 years old.

"You're awake" she said with a smile.

"Thank you for helping me, can you tell me where I am?" Harry asked softly.

"Of course young man you are in my house near Manchester, can you tell me how you ended up in that state? I must tell you that I was surprised to see a young man lying in my garden and even more so in that state when I found you" she said gently as she sat up she took out her wand and examined him. Harry was surprised to learn that she was a witch and even more so that she had just found herself in Britain.

How the hell had he ended up in Britain when he was in France?

"Honestly, Madam, I wouldn't know how to explain myself, the last thing I remember is that I was in France completing a task" Harry explained.

The woman agreed. "I see, that's unfortunate, may I know your name?"

Harry nodded, "Harry, my name is Harry Potter."

The moment he here said her name all color drained from the woman before her. Her eyes were wide with disbelief and she was beginning to tremble slightly.

"It's not possible" She whispered. "You can't be Harry."

Harry looked at the woman confused "Ma'am, my name is Harry Potter I can assure you."

"You can't be Harry, you can't be my son. My son is dead" the woman stood up and glared at Harry.

Child? What is he talking about?

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not your son, and I don't remember my mother looking like you, can you tell me her name?" Harry asked calmly.

She looked at him suspiciously before speaking, "My name is Dorea Potter."

Potter? That's not possible... I know my mother and she didn't have that name and she doesn't look like her either.

Harry scrutinized his thoughts, he had met a Dorea Potter nee black she was his great-aunt who had married Charlus Potter, a member of the Potter family and cousin of his grandfather Fleamont. Dorea was also Sirius Black's great-aunt.

But that was impossible, Dorea and her husband Charlus had died long before Harry was born, both died shortly before Harry was born in an attack by Lord Voldemort when he started his campaign.

"Potter? I don't remember having a living relative, I'm the last of the Potters" Harry commented as Dorea stared at him in disbelief.

"Can you tell me what year it is?" He asked calmly but anxiety was already gnawing at her heart.

"It's the 24th of June 1976," answered Dorea.

It took Harry a while to really understand what Dorea had said before collapsing on the bed in disbelief. It couldn't be possible, it couldn't be 1976, because if it were, it meant that she had traveled back in time.

Are you okay?" The woman asked cautiously.

"Are you sure?" Harry whispered.

She nodded and saw that he wasn't lying. Harry swallowed as she sank into her place.

"You are well?" Dorea asked placing her hand warmly on her shoulder.

"Yo…..yo"

"Shhhh, can you explain to me what's wrong?" she asked softly.

He turned to look at the warm woman who was a relative of his. "I… do you believe in time travel?"

She frowned in confusion. "Time travel? What do you mean?"

"I… I'm not from this era," Harry confessed, still incredulous.

"What are you saying?".

"I think I've time traveled. 25 years into the future," Harry confessed.

Dorea looked at him as if another head had grown"Do you expect me to believe that? First you appear and say that you are my dead son and now that you are from the future, do you expect me to believe that?" she asked angrily.

"It's true, I swear. I'm Harry James Potter son of James Potter and Lily Evans," Harry said desperately.

"Impossible, James is only 16 and still at Hogwarts" she insisted.

"It's true, I was born in 1980, I swear. Isn't there some way to prove that I'm telling the truth?"

"What?" she inquired.

"You can give me Veritaserum and see if it's true," Harry begged his great-aunt.

Dorea looked at him for a few long seconds before nodding "Okay, stay here."

When Dorea left Harry sighed and lay back on the bed, still in disbelief that he had time traveled.

At the same time, Dorea appeared with a bottle of Veritaserum in her hand. Harry took it without question, feeling its effects immediately.

"Who are you?" Dorea asked.

"Harry James Potter, futuro son of James Potter"

"What year were you born?"

"In 1980"

"How did you end up here?"

"I don't know, the last thing I remember was I was on a mission in France to kill off the last followers of a dark lord" Harry replied.

Dorea sat on the chair with a face full of disbelief "So it's true you come from the future."

"I know, it's hard to believe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," Harry said sincerely.

"It doesn't matter, it's also my fault, for thinking that you were my dead son" said Dorea sadly.

"I don't mean to cause you trouble," Harry said quietly.

"Never mind Harry, you may not be my son but you are a Potter and you are family, you can stay and recuperate as long as you can" Dorea said with a smile "So rest as much as you can. I'll go find Charlus, I'm I'm sure he'll be interested in meeting you, I'll be right back."

Harry nodded, watching the woman leave the room.

Once he only wondered if he could go back to his time.