Chapter 1: The Letter from the Future

Chapter 1: The Letter from the Future

Staring at the ceiling of the room while huffing from time to time. He was angry. He didn't have much to do besides his homework or reading class books, which he had already finished. His letters sent to Hermione or Ron had no replies, which also annoyed Hedwig a little.

He was being completely ignored.

And then there was the diary, which treated him like a liar for saying that Voldemort was back.

And if that wasn't enough, he had dreams about Cedric's death.

Yes, it was definitely the worst year for Harry. Even the Basilisk thing had been better, and he was almost killed!

In fact... in every year since he started Hogwarts, he was almost killed. Quirrell and Voldemort, the basilisk and Voldemort, the dementors and Remus in his werewolf form, and then a dragon, fighting under a large lake and finally, Voldemort, once again.

 Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes before gritting his teeth in pure rage.

Raising his feet before pushing himself up a bit, Harry sat up and looked out the window where he saw an old, drunk man fall to the ground while his feet were kept hidden by an invisibility cloak.

"Oh, you idiot, don't you even know how to watch me?" Harry rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

Shaking his head, he decided to go downstairs and eat something. Petunia and Vernon were gone, so this was a good opportunity. When he came downstairs he saw the place was empty, even Dudley was gone.

"Much better," Harry muttered before walking over to the fridge and taking out some cheese and ham. A classic sandwich would do, for now.

But the moment he closed the sandwich with a slice of bread and popped it into his mouth, he heard a strange sound from above. It was a bit of a 'pop', almost like when Dobby disappeared or appeared out of nowhere.

Frowning, Harry walked back to his room, but saw nothing strange. There was no Dobby anywhere. However, when he walked over to sit on his bed, he saw a letter on the bed.

Sighing a little, Harry opened it. Maybe he was a bit careless, especially with Voldemort lurking around who knows where, but he couldn't use magic either, so he just opened it, not even caring anymore.

To Harry Potter

Hello, perhaps you are confused by the letter. But fear not, this will help you with the problem you are currently in.

Perhaps you are wondering who the person is who sent this letter. Well, it is you; more specifically, Harry Potter from the future.

"Nonsense," Harry said to himself.

Ah, you probably think it is nonsense. I understand, it sounds silly, but I swear on Voldemort's noseless face that it's true, I could also swear on that idiot Sirius, or maybe comment on the scar on your arm that that poisonous fang left. Mm... or say that changing your teacher's hair when you were little was actually fun.

I know things, the kind that only we know. So trust me, I'm Harry Potter, from the future, at least.

Now, the sending of this letter has two objectives. The first is for my work, which is related to time, but I won't tell you much about that. The second objective is linked to the first, but more than anything it's to change your life a little.

In the envelope there's a small piece of paper with characters written on it. I learned it in Japan, just in case! That's a talisman that will give you some of my memories related to spells and something important. It will also remove the Detector, which makes you detectable when you do magic outside of Hogwarts.

 With this last one, you will be able to use all the magic you want without any problems.

Harry looked inside the envelope and saw the paper. It was rectangular in shape and looked like it was written with a brush and red ink. He didn't understand anything of what was written, but more than letters or characters, it was like drawings forming patterns with a circle in the center.

After seeing that there really was something, he went back to the letter.

You just have to put the talisman on your forehead and it will work.

That's all, you decide to believe me. But if you do, please, screw the order of the phoenix a little, the small group formed by Dumbledore, who are watching you at this moment and also those who 'fight' against Voldemort.

Goodbye.

Continuing

P.S.: Voldemort has your blood, so entering the house that has 'wards' is not complicated. Dumbledore simply believes he knows what is best for everyone.

P.S.: I always wanted to write a P.S., now I did, I am satisfied.

Having finished the letter, Harry scratched his head a little, not knowing what to do exactly. This letter that claimed to be written by a Harry Potter from the future, looked suspicious, but it was true that he knew some things that only he could know. For example, he had not told anyone that Voldemort did not have a nose.

Sighing a little, Harry put the talisman on his forehead and his eyes rolled up, leaving them completely blank. A white light illuminated the center of the talisman while his scar opened and a dark liquid fell as if it were blood.

 The talisman slowly turned black before Harry fell onto the bed, groaning in pain as the talisman was reduced to pieces and then to just dust.

"Horcrux! Son of a bitch!" Harry exclaimed angrily. The memories were actually from his future self. Not only were they memories of magic, but also about Horcruxes and ways to use his invisibility cloak.

"Bastard!" Harry growled as he squeezed his scar hard. It hurt, much more than any other time, but he also felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted.

Waiting for a few minutes, he felt the pain begin to subside. Harry stood up and took paper and a pencil to write a letter to the order, who he now knew were at Sir

ius's house.

From now on he would play with them a bit while having fun.

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