Authors Note: HI! I used to have a different account, That Kid You Saw On The Street, and I'm planning on importing my stories soon, from that one to this one. For now, enjoy one I thought of off the top of my head, within five minutes. I'm going to combine two or three chapters I wrote into this chapter, to make it look happier.

If only to turn back time...
If only to see what could've been...
If only I could see them
Smiling down at me.

Harry wandered the streets, looking around at the houses. Godric's Hollow looked completley deserted. A ghosttown, full of ghosts. Harry shivered, and pulled his black cloak around him, trying to block out the numbness he was getting from the whistling trees.

Harry Potter was a seventeen year old boy... or was he a man? A rather tall, lanky figure, his eyes were a cynical, piercing emerald green, quick to laugh, but quick to anger. His jet black hair was the same as it always was, but having not cut it in a while, it started to grow a bit worse for wear. His glasses were still black, rimmed and circular, looking too big for the well defined face. A 5'10 figure, probably the tallest the young man would ever reach, he still had those knobbly knees we saw him with, all those years ago.

At the moment, Harry should've been with Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, his two best friends. They should have been at his side. But, Harry had said that he wouldn't be long.

Harry walked down the street that he once walked when he was a small boy, barely one years old. He turned, down into a cul de sac, and this scene greeted him.

A wrecked and ruined house, at the end of the cul de sac, a house that had looked as if it had been demolished, or had not been kept in centuries. Harry walked to the end of the street, and looked at an old, demolished mailbox. On it, some letters could be regonized.

T e ot ers

A few letters were missing, but what was most seen by Harry's eyes, was a coat of arms...

A lion, crouching to hunt a snake.

Harry shook his head, and went up the cobblestone path, fishing his way through the grasses. He finally came to a black doorway...

Past it, there was no house. The only thing left standing, was a blackened fireplace, and a couple of bookshelves, and some slabs of wall.

Harry walked through the rubble nervously, feeling as if he were intruding upon something important. His black boots crunched on rubble... and then on glass. Harry looked down.

A picture still moved, along the rubble, almost like a movie. Harry bent down to pick it up.

Within it, six were waving at Harry. A woman, with a baby in her arms, and four men, one of which had his hand around the woman's waist. The picture was too brown, and darkened to distinguish any real colour charateristics, but Harry saw one thing that startled him.

What seemed to be his own face, smiling back at him... holding the woman that looked so much like Ginny... who was holding a baby...

Harry looked up. "Mum. Dad." he muttered. "I finally found it."

He had found the Potter's house.

Harry got up off the floor, looking around. The somewhat standing stairs... the walls...

"LILY! TAKE HARRY AND RUN!"

Harry looked around wildly. That voice... no, Dementors couldn't be here, could they?

"JAMES NO!"

A baby's screams...

Harry jumped, could almost feel something... moving beside him.

"LILY! GO! YOU HAVE TO!"
"JAMES! I'M NOT LEAVING-"
"GO!"

Harry looked behind him, at the staircase. The voices... they were coming from there...

"Lily! It's Him! Go, run, please!"
"JAMES!"
"Lily! Remember Harry! We have to keep him away from Him."

Harry walked slowly towards the staircase, feeling the voices getting stronger all the time... and the air harder to breathe in. Still, he did not stop... it was his parents...

"Lily... please..."
A shaded figure hugged another, who seemed to be holding a baby in her arms. The one holding the figure was sobbing.
"Lily, please, you have to go. I'll wait for you, I promise."
"James, don't be an idiot! There's no need-"
"Lily, just go!"

Harry blinked, and the images disappeared out of his mind, but not the voices.

"Lily, please, you have to get Harry to Dumbledore! Get to Dumbledore!"
"I'm not leaving without you James."
"Mommy..." the little boy in her arms whispered. "Mommy... scared."
"I know Harry, it's ok." The image of the mother hugging the child was so sweet. "I promise, it will be ok."
"No. Mommy is scared." The little boy looked at her, and yet, you could see a faint hint of green where his eyes should've been.
"Yes, Mommy's scared..."
"Don't be Mommy. Tommy is friend. Tommy won't hurt you."
The two figure, by now whom I can call Lily and James, looked at eachother. "What do you mean by Tommy, Harry?" James asked.
"Tommy is friend. Tommy talks to me, at night."
James looked up. "Isn't Voldemort named..."
"Tom Riddle?"
"Yes, exactly what I mean."
There was a crash of the door, and the same urgency was back in the room. James yelled, "GO!" and Lily raced up the stairs, with the baby Harry in her arms. As they ran, Harry yelled,
"TOMMY! DON'T KILL DADDY! DADDY, DON'T KILL TOMMY!"
As they ran, Harry could see the man, and a white, pearly tear, trickled out of what was the clearly visible hazel eye. "Daddy can't kill Tommy son. Only you can kill Tommy... but Tommy can kill me."

The line is where I ended the chapters, muhahahaha!

Yes, I know the chapter is still sort of small...

Anyway.

!Katrina!