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The battlefield smelled like ash and burning pines. Much of the trees in this once, dense forest has been obliterated, or have fallen due to the destructive spells fired in all directions, turning this whole area into a large clearing. Pillars of dark smoke rose high up in the sky, melding into the thick clouds up above, where the sun's rays struggled to pass through.
Harry stood amid the battlefield, torn and worn out like a rag. His wand hung loose in between his fingers. His hair was longer, messier than ever before, a long, jagged scar splits his face, cutting through his left eyebrow, eye and nose bridge, ending just shy above his right lip. His brown aviator jacket was streaked with dirt as it swayed lightly in the breeze, his ripped jeans had even rips in it. His remaining eye, dull and lifeless, scowered the fields.
His friends and allies were fighting, giving it their all against the death eaters. The fierce expression on their faces, the way they held onto their wands, and each other like a lifeline. Yet... even with the flame of determination and hope blazing in their hearts, many would still fall.
A hand gripped his shoulder, pulling his head from the clouds. He looked over at his back, a man, few inches taller in height, with long—pitch black hair; the inside as white as freshly painted fence, he wore a black high necked longsleeve sweater, tucked into dusty trousers and brown boots.
Rabastian, his name was. Harry remembered when he, Neville and other members of the Order Of The Phoenix saved him from a hoard of Death Eaters. He was fiercely protecting a little girl, small and terrified. He joined the order not long after, serving as their watch and sometimes, their spy, due to his animagus form being a small, sleek looking bird called Razorbill, the same as his last name, curiously.
He looked at Harry with a hard expression, though, a flicket of concern can be seen in his obsidian black eyes. “Harry,” He spoke, his voice was smooth, yet rushed. “Or forces is being overwhelmed by Riddle's army. Many of our allies have fallen. We ought to retreat.”
Harry pressed his lip tightly. His grip on his wand tightened. “I see.” He spun around, facing the man. “Call on our remaining allies and—” He immediately pulled the man aside, just in time before a spell fired towards them caused an explosion, sending the two tumbling onto the ground. Harry immediately stood up, helping Rabastian up as well. He looked around amid the smoke, raising his wand, casting a protection spell in time before a curse hits them.
The smoke thinned, before eventually clearing. A man stepped forth, his black cloak billowing in the wind like shadowy tendrils, his grey skin a stark contrast against the background of burning trees, colorful lights and dying warriors. The elder wand hand loosely in between his bony, left fingers, and he wore the most sadistic toothed smile Harry has ever seen. “Voldemort.” Harry wiped off his chin with the back of his hand. “Or should I say Tom Riddle. You look much worse than the last time we saw eachother.”
Voldemort laughed. “Oh, Potter.” He shook his head. “Still the same as ever, trying to get under my nerves, how amusing. Although, I can say the same thing for you, my boy. You look...” He gestured towards Harry. “absolutely rugged.”
Harry rolled his eyes, pointing his wand at Voldemort. “Thanks, but I'm not the one who mutilated my soul ten times and became an absolute horror show.” He said sardonically.
Voldemort chuckled, spreading his arms. “A small price to pay in the name of immortality, I say. Though, you wouldn't understand, boy who lived.” His eyes flickering to the other male beside Harry. “And who's this? A new friend of yours? Quite a handsome one, isn't he?”
“I appreciate the compliment, Mr. Riddle,” Rabastian furrowed his eyebrows, his grip on the hilt of his wand tight. The power the man before them radiates is oppressive, his senses telling him to run away before it's too late, but he's never one to back out of a fight. “But I'm afraid we're not here to make conversation. We're here to take you down.” He spat.
Voldemort grinned. “I'd like to see you puny wizards try.”
Harry and Rabastian looked at eachother, and nodded their heads. They both casted their spells at Voldemort, and the fight began.
Their battle was fierce, the air around them heating up with the spells being thrown on either side. It doesn't matter what jinxes, curses and hexes Harry and Rabastian fire at the Dark Lord, as the man was powerful, breaking not a sweat against the two wizards.
Harry swiftly dodge and jumped through numerous angry green spells hitting the ground with explosions, his wand beaming off numerous jets of red light beaming off the tip of his wand, all of whom Voldemort dodged with precision. Harry gritted his teeth as he landed on the ground, turning a sharp left, continuing to bombard the Dark Lord with offensive spells.
Rabastian flew around them, transforming into his human form just as he landed and rolled on the ground. He stood up, firing a few powerful spells at Voldemort, some of which landed—but as he suspected—none of it made any significant damage. Voldemort's head snapped towards him, and in a swift motion, a bright jet of white light emerged from the tip of his wand, hurdling towards him. Rabastian reacted immediately, cartwheeling back and evading the spell.
Voldemort grinned as he got ready to cast another spell, but then—he felt a painful strike on his back, and a flash of green light, causing him to howl in pain. He immediately turned around, laughing. The Dark Lord pointed his wand at Harry, the latter felt something constrict around his neck, squeezing his windpipe. He slowly began levitating in the air, his feet thrashing around as he struggled to breath. “Oh, my boy. Did you really think that using the killing curse will kill me?”
Despite his struggle, Harry smirked. “No, I didn't. But I know that it would cause you enough destruction.”
Voldemort cocked his head to the side, then his eyes flickered to the left, a bird hurdling toward him. Before he could react, said bird transformed into a man, who managed to deliver a powerful kick to his stomach.
“Expelliarmus!” Harry cried as he landed on the ground, a powerful jet of red emerged from his wand, sending the Dark Lord flying a few feet away from them. Voldemort's wand slipped from his hand, flinging towards Harry, who managed to catch it. He coughed and held his neck, his chest heaving. He helped Rabastian, who fell to the ground after the kick, up to his feet. “Nice kick.” He commented with a small smirk.
“Thanks.” Rabastian smiled as he dusted his pants off. “Been waiting for that moment, just letting you know.” He said, picking up his wand from the ground. Suddenly, pillars of black smoke began descending from above, surrounding Voldemort. Within those dark smoke emerged Death Eaters wearing cloaks and masks, their wands pointed at both him and Harry.
“Shit.” Harry cursed, wetting his lips. He looked around, they were outnumbered. Far too many. Voldemort stood with the assistance of his cronies, his chest heaved, his jaw clenched. He was enraged. He let out a loud, piercing cry, one that shook the battlefield and Harry and Rabastian's eardrums.
“Kill them!” He ordered, and his army immediately went after the two wizards.
“I think we gotta run.” Harry turned his head at Rabastian, who nodded firmly. They both turned on their heels and made a run for it, barely dodging the barrage of spells. He pressed his forefinger and thumb together, slipping them in between his lips. He let out a loud whistle, before disappearing along with Rabastian.

Harry appeared within a forest clearing on the otherside of England. His eye scowered his surroundings, then he looked down at the elder wand in his hand. He took a deep breath, then heard a crack, and then a few more. He raised the wand, preparing to fight, then Neville came out of the bushes.
“Neville!” Harry ran up to the man, pulling him in a tight hug.
Neville smiled, reciprocating the embrace and patting Harry's back. “Heya, Harry.” He greeted, exhaustion evident in his voice.
Harry pulled away, then looked behind. Ginny, Luna and Pansy were there, as well as Rabastian. His expression fell as he noticed no more of the other order members arrived. “Are you guys all that's left?”
Ginny and Luna nodded somberly.
“Yeah... we barely managed to get out.” Said Ginny, as she and Luna walked over to Harry and gave him a quick hug.
“Those damn Death Eaters were strong.” Pansy spat, her arms crossed over her chest. “Couple that with fighting hoards of them.” She looked at Harry, tilting her head. “You've got what we needed, right?”
Harry nodded. “Yeah.” He showed them the elder wand, all of them lit up with hope. “It was a hassle, really. You should've seen how Rabastian came in and kicked Riddle in the stomach.” He gestured at the man, who looked away, embarrassed.
“Oh please, it's nothing.” Rabastian said, waving a dismissive hand towards Harry.
Ginny smiled at Rabastian, then looked at Harry, before lowering her gaze to the ground. “We'll... see you again, right?” She asked, her voice shaky. She looked up at Harry, cupping his cheek.
Harry placed a hand over Ginny's, pressing his lips to her wrist. “Yeah... but, by then things are gonna be different.”
“I hope so.” Ginny sniffled, pulling her hand away.
Pansy approached Harry, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You better do this right, Potter. I didn't betray my father just to die at the hands of that noseless bastard and his goons.” She said, patting Harry's back. Her expression softened into regret. “And... sorry, for everything I've done... I'm sure Draco would've apologized to you if...”
“I know.” Harry nodded, his lips curving into a small, genuine smile, giving her a pat on the shoulder. “Just you being here is enough of a proof that you've changed for the better and for good. Hopefully that doesn't change by the time we meet again. Here.”
“Yeah.” Pansy smiled.
“Harry,” Harry glanced at Rabastian. “It's time.” The latter looked up from his pocket watch.
“So... this is it?” Neville said. “We'll be left alone... to fight Riddle... while we wait for everything to change.”
“Don't worry, Neville.” Rabastian assured, shoving his pocket watch in his pocket. “The changeover will be almost instant. None of you may not remember this future, once the past have been changed.”
“But we'll still... see you both again, right?” Pansy looked at him, her eyes watery.
“Rest assured, but things would be different—if all goes well, that is. You'll still meet us just... not this version of ourselves.” Rabastian patted her on the shoulder.
Harry cleared his throat. “Alright, I think it's time for us to go.” He said as he approached Rabastian, standing in front of him. He pulled out the elder wand and muttered, “You ready?”
Rabastian smiled. “As I'll ever be.” He said.
Harry's lips curved. He looked at everyone else, a mixture of sadness, and fondness crossed his scarred features. “Until then, everyone.”
“Good luck, Harry, Rabastian.” Luna smiled.
”May you both succeed.” Said Ginny.
Neville wiped off a tear from his eye. “Hopefully you guys defeat Riddle.”
Pansy saluted them.
Harry nodded, while Rabastian whispered, “Remember, think of the date and location clear in your mind; Hogwarts, September the first, nineteen seventy-six. Thrice you spin the tip of the elder wand counter clockwise, then shout the spell.” He looked intently at Harry.
“Yeah yeah, I know.” Assured Harry, as he began. He closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath as he spun the tip of the elder wand counterclockwise three times, internally repeating the date and location they intend to go back to. He took Rabastian's hand in his, then shouted: “TEMPUS INVERSA!”
The wind to pick up, a swirl of golden light whirled around them, slowly shrinking. Harry opened his eyes and took one last look of his friends, then at Rabastian, who tucked his wand into his holster. The pair closed their eyes as they were lifted in the air, the whirling golden slowly enveloped them before—POP!