Harry Potter: Return From Future

(Few Minutes Earlier)

After Harry and Hermione disappeared from the Quidditch World Cup final campsite using the portkey given to him by Arthur, the duo appeared in Diagon Alley. Having travelled through for the 3rd time, Hermione much better and had no visible discomfort.

The alley was bustling with liveliness as usual but it was clear that news of the death eaters' attack previous night and their subsequent massacre had already traversed. The undercurrent… the apprehensions… anxiety and fear were being clearly felt.

"Should I drop you home, Hermione?" Harry asked. "Or your parents would be coming to pick you up at someplace?"

"No…" Hermione shook her head. "I had told them that someone will drop me. They would not be coming."

Harry nodded and with another twist of space the duo vanished from the spot. When they reappeared next, they were in an alley next to Hermione's house.

Hermione looked longingly at Harry. In response he smiled and pulled her in a hug wrapping his arms around her.

"Few days more," said Harry reassuringly.

Hermione gave a muffled nod while she pressed her face further into his chest, "Hmmm."

"Harry," she said turning her face upwards and facing Harry directly.

Understanding what she wanted, Harry leaned forwards and captured her lips. Hermione also raise her toes and was quite aggressive as she sucked Harry's lips. Harry pressed her even closer and the duo shared a long kiss.

After a reluctant moment, the duo separated.

"Harry," said Hermione. "Those words that Percy mentioned… You know about them."

Although it was like she was asking a question but she was making a statement. Harry nodded in response.

"Wait till Hogwarts," he said. "It will take a long explanation."

Hermione pouted, "Everything I have asked you in last 2 month, you have said…"

She made an exaggerated face mimicking Harry, "Wait for Hogwarts…"

Harry gave out an awkward laugh, "And now not much days are left…"

Hermione though pouted in annoyance did not press the issue further. She gave one last look towards Harry, "Bye, Harry."

"Bye, Hermione," said Harry and she walked towards her house.

Harry stood there gazing towards her till she was completely inside her house.

"Time to capture another rat," said Harry as he vanished form the spot.

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Barty Crouch was sitting in a small inn, located in a small magical community inside Magical Britain.

It had been years since he had been free of imperious curse for such a long time. He loved his mother… his father too for all what his parent had done to rescue him from Azkaban. But he equally hated the man.

His father had never been able to understand the greatness of the dark lord. Just because, he had suffered some set back did not mean that the dark lord would not return. The dark lord would return.

After his father had brought him back from Azkaban, Barty Crouch Sr. had wanted to go on a quest to find his dark lord. But the fool his father was… ignorant of the dark lord's powers did not agreed. A confronation broke out between the father and the son duo. The result- the son, Crouch Jr. was captured and put under imperious.

Since then, his father had been keeping him under a constant imperious curse allowing only momentary relief that too in a controlled manner. Winky, the house elf was one who took care of him all those years.

But yesterday, an opportunity came knocking on his doors. Winky, following his late mother's last wish to always care for him persuaded Crouch Sr. to let his son out… to allow Crouch Jr. to come to the Quidditch world cup final.

The imperious cast on him, for some odd reasons, was suddenly neutralised and he found himself free of the curse in the VIP room.

And the moment he was freed, his eyes caught the sight of his greatest enemy- Harry Potter. Oh! How he had willed to kill that half blood then and there but he resisted his uncontrollable desire. He understood that he was weak… and without a wand, hence he had no chance of success.

Even so, he kept his cool and bid his time till the midnight. In the darkness of the night, he made his escape.

And to surprise, he found few individuals dressed in the prestigious death eaters' robe causing havoc. But Crouch Jr. was not someone to be fooled.

He did not take a moment to know that this was not an attack ordered by the dark lord. They were people, who merely wanted to enjoy themselves in the name of the dark lord.

Fortunately, he found a wand… some idiot wizard or witch might have dropped in the curse. With the wand, he fired a dark mark to scare away those idiots and quickly made his escape from that place.

He chose an isolated location to hide. This was already by an isolated place and also his memory would have long faded from public's memory. It was almost impossible that someone would recognise him here.

He was still deciding his future course of action… whether to kill Harry Potter or search for the dark lord when he read the newspaper of the day.

'Mayhem at Quidditch World Cup Final.'

'13 individuals dressed in Death Eater Robes massacred by a mysterious individual.'

'Is the mysterious individual a protector or another individual another blood thirsty monster?'

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