Summary: On the night of June 16th, Harry Potter uses a temporal device to send his spirit back into the body of his seven year old self. Will he be able to set things right?Noslash. Fifthyr & forward AU.

A/N: There are a lot of unanswered questions in this first chapter. Relax! Smiles secretively. Everything shall reveal itself in time. If anyone wants to beta this story, contact me! I need one :). Please review! Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, flames are not.

Disclaimer: Even though it is obvious that I am not JK Rowling… sighs I do not own anything except for the plot.

What I Learned From Mr. Ollivander

Ch.1

The Escape

The luminous moon sailed high above the Earth that night, luring to her the dark waters of the sea. Accordingly, waves rose and exploded against the cold, rocky crags on the shores of Ireland. The water pooled into small streams and slid down the mountain, dampening the grass around a towering, ominous manor. A man, in heavy black robes, could hardly be discerned from the darkness of his surroundings. He stepped gingerly through the grass, hopping over muddy spots, and almost falling in his haste to reach the manor. Eventually, the man reached a pathway and his face was illuminated in the flickering candlelight.

His long, platinum blonde hair was disheveled and his aristocratic features were marred with anxiety. Hesitantly, the man sauntered through a rusted iron gate and, peering nervously about, opened the large oak door of the manor. He silently walked through the halls, his face sliding in and out of light as he passed the torches on the wall. After five minutes, the man reached a simple wooden door, and taking a steadying breath, opened it.

"My Lord" the man simpered, with a low bow. His eyes sought out a tall, thin figure swathed in long black robes, which gazed back at him calculatingly.

"Lucius" Voldemort hissed, "I hope you have good news."

The threat was not lost on Lucius, who began to tremble as sweat beaded on his forehead. "My Lord," he choked out, "We were not able to locate Order headquarters, however—"

His excuse was replaced with a scream as Voldemort lazily directed the Cruciatus Curse at him. After a minute, the snake like man lowered his wand and asked in a deceptively polite voice, "Please… continue."

"The boy- lied- to us-" He gasped, his eyes huge with pain.

For a moment, thunderous anger crossed Voldemort's face, before it quickly disappeared.

"Bring him to me."

Lucius rushed out of the room, and plowed down a spiral set of stairs that seemed to go on infinitely. Finally, his feet fell upon the damp, cobbled floor of the dungeons.

'When I get that boy, he will regret ever humiliating a Malfoy' Lucius thought, murderously. He prowled down the rows of cells, ignoring the groanings of misery, before he came to a stop at a surprisingly silent cell.

"What, no insults today Potter?" Lucius drawled, retrieving a key from his cloak pocket, and turning it in the lock. The door squealed on its hinges to reveal…nothing, except a plate of uneaten food and a bucket of water.

"Lumos!" Lucius cried, but the resulting light did not illuminate a skinny, black haired boy. Lucius cursed and fled back up the stairs, contemplating what he was going to tell his master, and dreading how he would respond.

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At the precise moment that Lucius Malfoy discovered the empty cell, Harry Potter could be found pacing in front of an impressive fireplace inside what was once Nicholas Flamel's home.

"Where is it Mr. Ollivander?" Harry asked sharply, through chapped lips. "We don't have time to search the entire mansion."

For a moment Mr. Ollivander was shocked by the desperate vehemence displayed by the boy's countenance. Harry's painfully thin body was tense in a mixture of fear and anticipation while his dark emerald eyes emitted an almost hostile air. The magic that engulfed the boy was almost tangible, and in spite of himself, Mr. Ollivander was proud that he had helped to create the wizard that Harry Potter had become.

He remembered vividly selling the boy his first wand, and knowing instinctively that he would be great. However, even then, he could not have dreamed just how great the boy would become under his tutelage. Mr. Ollivander had to admit that he'd always harbored an attraction to power… which was probably what got him into Voldemort's dungeons in the first place.

"Ollivander!" Harry practically shouted, forcing Mr. Ollivander from his thoughts. "The temporal device?"

Mr. Ollivander frowned, and blinked slowly "Well if it isn't inside his trunk, I don't know where else it would be…"

Harry gripped his hair in utter frustration, feeling his throat begin to tighten with despair. He had hoped that with the temporal device he would be able to save everyone: Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Sirius… the list went on. Ron, Hermione, and Harry had been captured in the Dept. of Mysteries a year ago and were taken to Voldemort's manor. Not a week after their imprisonment, Ron and Hermione had been murdered. As if that weren't enough, five months ago, Dumbledore and several other Order members had died in a rescue attempt...

"Where else would Nicholas have hidden it?" Harry cried, trying not to let guilt overwhelm him. "If we don't find it soon, we will be recaptured!"

Mr. Ollivander gazed unseeingly at the wooden floor before he suddenly looked up. His light blue eyes were bright, almost as if a lamp had just been turned on behind them.

"What if," Mr. Ollivander began, his voice shaking with excitement, "Nicholas moved the temporal device just before his death, fearing that it could be found once the magic he used to protect it wore off?"

"Okay, then where would it be?" Harry asked slowly, his eyes burning intensely.

Mr. Ollivander didn't respond immediately, but continued in his train of thought.

"Which would mean that it would have to be held somewhere that it could be protected suitably with ancient magic that doesn't have to be renewed…"

Mr. Ollivander paused for a moment, and then said "the library."

Harry nodded and immediately sprinted downstairs, sliding onto the slick marble floors of a long hallway before turning and entering the library. Mr. Ollivander arrived behind him thirty seconds later, gasping for breath.

The elderly man pointed a shaking finger to the far corner of the library.

"The statues" he wheezed.

Harry looked and saw a door situated in between the statue of a phoenix on the left, and a lion on the right. He wiped sweat off his forehead, and made his way over to the statues, mentally vowing to improve his stamina.

"I believe" Mr. Ollivander announced to Harry "That one tests your identity while the other tests your intentions."

Harry positioned himself in front of the lion first and peered at it, wondering what he was supposed to do. Out of curiousity, he touched the lion's flowing mane, sliding his fingers along the rough contours of the rock.

"Ouch!" Harry hissed suddenly, leaping back. The statue had bit his hand and left four bloody punctures. After a moment, with Harry holding his wounded hand and Mr. Ollivander staring at the statue curiously, the lion performed a low bow. They heard a grating noise that sounded like a heavy lock sliding out of place.

Mr. Ollivander smiled "well, I guess you passed that test. Try the next one."

Nervously, Harry strode over to the phoenix and warily touched the wing. He waited… and waited but nothing happened. Confused, Harry began to observe it, and noticed that its eyes were not made of stone like the lion, but of what looked like glass. Realizing what he needed to do, Harry stared at the glass eyes of the phoenix.

Slowly, Harry noticed a presence in his mind, which became progressively more uncomfortable, until it was almost intolerable. Memories flashed through his mind quickly, too fast for him to understand them, before the presence abruptly disappeared.

He flinched horribly when he felt someone touch his shoulder, but then realized that it was only Mr. Ollivander. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, trying to calm his trembling limbs, and looked back at the phoenix.

Its eyes were bright crimson. The phoenix nodded at him before it lifted its right wing, and they heard another lock slide out of place.

Mr. Ollivander and Harry looked at each other excitedly.

"Can we go in now?" Harry asked.

Mr. Ollivander rubbed his chin pensively and then shrugged.

"We won't know until we try" he replied.

Harry sighed, wishing that for once the he could be certain about something… Anything… However, his line of thinking was abruptly ended when an explosion of agony generating from Harry's curse scar brought him to his knees.

"Voldemort knows" Harry murmured, eyes closed and body tense.

Mr. Ollivander took one look at Harry before striding to the wrought iron door and wrenching it open. The room the door revealed was small and dim, but Mr. Ollivander's wizened eyes quickly sought out the temporal device.

Mr. Ollivander's first impression of the device was that it reminded him forcibly of a muggle gyroscope. There were two circles, which intersected each other at ninety-degree angles. However, on one of the circles, the phases of the moon were painted around it, while on the other there were phases of the sun. Next to the temporal device was a time turner that seemed regular, except for a notch in one end.

Mr. Ollivander swiftly understood the need for the time turner. He grasped the temporal device and aligned the sun and moon phases so that they appeared to be one single circle. Afterwards, he took the time turner and placed the end with the notch in it inside the temporal device.

"Let's see…" Mr. Ollivander muttered to himself, trying to figure how many times he would have to turn it in order to send Harry back to age eleven. His gnarled finger thoughtfully drifted across the picture of a blue moon.

"Hmm… A blue moon occurs every 2.75 years… Full moon is every month…"

His musings were brought to an abrupt halt when he heard Harry groan in pain behind him. Mr. Ollivander glanced back and was horrified to see Harry's scar bleeding.

"Harry!" He cried urgently "use Occulmency!"

"I" the boy gasped, "am"

That was when Mr. Ollivander realized that there was no more time for intricate calculations. He couldn't think of anything to say, they both knew that Voldemort was attempting to kill Harry through their link.

So, Mr. Ollivander forced himself to turn back around. He quickly twisted the time turner inside the temporal device several times, not even knowing which month Harry's spirit would land in. After he had the temporal device adjusted, he took it and ran to the boy's side.

"Here we go, Harry. You're going to make it, boy. You'll make it." Mr. Ollivander murmured, taking out the time turner and putting it in Harry's white knuckled hands.

"You might need this" He said, unsure of whether or not Harry could even hear him.

Mr. Ollivander then placed the temporal device directly in front of Harry's knees.

"Here we go", he repeated determinedly.

The old man knelt a couple of feet away and stretched his hand out towards the device, using what limited wandless magic he had available to him to start spinning it. It was very slow, too slow. The paintings were still visible.

"That won't create a field!" Mr. Ollivander said furiously.

"Harry!" the wand maker cried out. There was no response. Harry's posture was slouched, with his arms wrapped around his frail body and his head pointing towards the floor.

"HARRY POTTER!" Mr. Ollivander screamed desperately.

This time the boy started, his eyes blindly searching for Ollivander's face.

"You have to use your wandless magic to spin it!" the old man yelled. "I can't do it fast enough!"

It appeared as if Harry woke from a dream. Suddenly, his eyes were sharp and focused on the temporal device. His mouth was set in a grim line.

"You can do it!" Mr. Ollivander said, and he believed it entirely.

Harry swiped the blood away from his eyes and began twisting his wrist in a circle. Immediately, the temporal device responded and spun faster.

And faster.

Until the temporal device was just a blur and a blindingly golden force field surrounded Harry. Vaguely, Mr. Ollivander could see Harry, with blood leaking out of his famous lightning bolt scar.

Harry mouthed the words "Thank you" to Ollivander, with a quick nod.

Suddenly, the room shook, like it was under the influence of an earthquake, and the force field was brightened to celestial intensity, forcing Mr. Ollivander to look away.

And then the room went pitch black, and Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, was gone.