Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JK does and this is her sandbox she is letting me play in!

Harry awoke with a start. His vision was blurry as he looked around the small room; though calling where he was a room was a travesty in itself. He sighed very softly as to not wake up his Uncle Vernon. He knew that he would have to make breakfast shortly but what was that dream he just had? He reached out to touch the door handle, finding it locked. Nothing had changed but why did it feel like it should have changed. He knew it was a dream but it just felt like he was not to be here.

"BOY!" bellowed his uncle Vernon. "You better be up!" He snapped out as he ripped open the cupboard door. "Now go make breakfast. " The overly large man walked away from Harry. The 10 year old boy shook his head as he left his cupboard, heading for the kitchen. He glanced at calendar and saw the day was the 23rd of July. Today was the day he would get his Hogwarts letter. He widened his eyes as he made that thought, staring at the refrigerator. Where did that come from? He wondered to himself as he started to pull food from the fridge.

Soon, breakfast was on the table, Harry waiting for the other three persons at the table to serve themselves. "Boy, get the mail!" the overweight man at the head of the table snapped out. The underweight young man slipped from the table to get the mail. As he picked up the mail, he looked over the letters and saw one addressed to him, realizing that this was his Hogwarts letter. Freedom, he thought. He ripped open the letter before he walked back to the kitchen. "Uncle Vernon, can you take me to London soon? I need to pick up school supplies and send a letter with my response. My parents signed me up for a special boarding school and my letter came today." He said, as he pocked the letter.

Why he knew this was a good idea to try it this way, he did not know. Vernon looked at Harry, frowning. "I am not paying for you to go to some crackpot school boy!" "Oh no Uncle Vernon, my parents already paid for it and I believe there is a trust fund for me so I can pay for your time to take me to London." He said. "Trust fund?" Vernon said, his eyes greedy all of a sudden. "How the ruddy hell do you know that you have one of those?" Harry shook his head "I know my parents were wizards and that is why you try to beat that freakishness out of me, but you can't do that."

As soon as he said that, he knew he made a mistake. Vernon roared in his anger "How the ruddy hell do you know that boy?!" He snapped as he reached out to grab Harry by the throat. "We never told you that!" "Da..Dad, Harry is not lying?!" young Duddly said. "Hush Dudders!" his mother snapped out as suddenly, a ball of flames appeared around Harry, Vernon falling as his hands passed though the air where Harry had just been.

Harry Potter found himself standing outside of Leaky Caldron, causing the 10 year-old to look up. He was just at his uncle's home and now he was here. What happened, he wondered. Why did I just travel like a phoenix? "That's because you're an Animagi and your form is an ice blue Phoenix. He snapped his head around as he heard the voice, though he saw no one. He shook his head and really looked at the letter that he opened a few minutes prior. He seemed to know what it was going to say but he read it anyway.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chr. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Ok Harry, It is time to talk, now that you know about this. I do not know how this happened but I am you now residing inside of your body, sharing it for the moment. To me, yesterday was July 23rd 2091. I think I died but Magic herself did not wish the last of her magic to die off and sent me to fix everything that went wrong. I have been giving you some information to help you with your uncle, and got you away from him. It did take a lot out of me and I had to recover for a few minutes as you read your Hogwarts letter. "

Harry frowned as he heard the speech "That's impossible!" He snapped out. "No Harry, yesterday did you think magic existed? Did you think your parents died in a car crash and did not work? And yet, I had you tell your uncle that they were wizards. Instead of saying they were not, he wanted to know how you knew that and tried to hurt you for knowing the truth. Now I think we can merge ourselves together, and you would gain all of my memories and abilities. But it will take a lot out of you if you accept this. If you do, go in there and ask the barman, Tom for a room for the night. Tell him to take it from your vault."

Harry shook his head slightly as he opened the door for the Leaky Caldron. He looked at Tom the barman as he walked over to him. "Good morning Tom. I need a room for the night." He said, smiling at the barman. "Of course Mister Potter. Room 3." He said as he handed over a key. "It's on the house. It's the least I can do for getting rid of you-know-who." He said, dismissing the youngest Potter. Harry shook his head as he walked to the room that he was given. He let himself in and laid upon the bed. "Will this hurt?" He asked the spirit of his future self. "I don't know." He said as he started to merge with the younger form of himself.

A/N: So starts a new fic. Please read and review as I try to update my first fic here. I have written others but I really could use a good beta to help me. I do not do very well with grammar so I am sure I am going to get a lot of hate reviews for that,