4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging

Harry woke up with a start. He was breathing rather raggedly and looked around in confusion. Beads of sweat were protruding out of every pore of his head, which further gave proof of Harry's confusion and apparent fear. He looked down at his body and noticed that it was his thirteen year old body. "So all of what just happened was true?" Harry thought to himself in bewilderment.

Memory: Flashback

His mind flashed back to just moments ago, before he woke up back into his thirteen year old body. Harry found himself in an all-white cleaner version of King's Cross Station. He had just gotten hit by Voldemort's Killing Curse in the Forbidden Forest, and was wandering around the area lost. He saw the piece of Voldemort's soul that was attached to him on the ground. It looked exactly like Voldemort did before he got his old body back.

"There's no helping that frail piece of Riddle's mangled soul." a hooded figure told Harry. Harry turned to see the hooded figure and was hit by a fear much more powerful than that of a Dementor, or even worse a horde of Dementors.

"I'm assuming that you don't know who I am?" the figure asked Harry. Harry shook his head at the hooded figure, signifying that he indeed didn't know who he was.

"I am what the mortals call the 'Personification of Death' or just 'Death'. You are one Harry James Potter who died way before his time. You were supposed to live to a ripe old age, but even I didn't know that you were made into a Horcrux. Albeit, an accidental one." Death told Harry calmly. He made a gesture with his hand that told Harry to follow him. Not wanting to anger Death, Harry quietly and obediently followed the entity. They walked through a door and Harry found himself in a courtroom that looked much like the one he had his trial in. Death pointed to a lone chair in the middle of the courtroom, indicating that was where Harry was supposed to sit. Harry sat down in the chair and looked up to find a single person looking down at him.

"Welcome Harry James Potter. Do you know why you are here?" the figure asked Harry.

"Am I to assume that it has something to do with me dying before Voldemort was killed?" Harry asked. The judge (or what Harry assumed to be a judge) slowly nodded at Harry.

"You did indeed fail to kill one Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior and for that, we are going to send you back in time to continue the task. The first reason is the most obvious, but the second reason is one that would shock you." the judge told Harry. Harry's green eyes looked at the judge in confusion. What other reason other than failing to kill Voldemort would leave the forces of the afterlife to send him back into time.

"The second reason being that you were blocked from reaching your full potential by one you trust with your life." the judge told Harry. Before Harry could inquire as to who that person was, a woman wearing a flowing white toga and a golden laurel in her golden brown hair walked in.

"This is Jessica. She will be assigned as your life guide until you complete both your mission and reaching your full potential. She'll be the voice in your head that keeps you on the right path. We will be sending you back to the day your Aunt Marge came to visit, shortly before your Third Year starts. Am I understood?" the judge asked Harry. Harry nodded at the judge and looked over at his stunningly beautiful life guide. She walked over to Harry and pressed her index and middle finger on Harry's lightning bolt-shaped scar.

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging

"HARRY! COME HELP YOUR AUNT WITH HER THINGS!" Aunt Petunia yelled up the stairs. Harry groaned since he apparently had to relive the next four years all over again, as if it wasn't bad enough the first time. He slowly walked out of his room and down the stairs to immediately look into the small beady eyes of his Aunt Marge.

"You're still here are you?" Aunt Marge asked Harry rather rudely.

"Harry. I know that you have a strong dislike for the Dursleys, especially your Aunt Marge, but you need to be cool and collected for the remainder of her stay here. This time, we're going to get you to Hogsmeade properly." Jessica told Harry in his head. Harry gave out a long, deep sigh that escaped the attention of all of the Dursleys.

"Of course, Aunt Marge. I've nowhere else to go." Harry replied in a convincing polite tone. His teeth were gritted throughout the whole sentence though. Harry's tone surely surprised all of the Dursleys as they were looking at him shocked.

"Yes well, I'm staying for a full week. Take my bags upstairs right now." Marge told him.

"Of course, Aunt Marge." Harry responded against every fiber of his being. Marge, Petunia and Dudley walked into the living room while Vernon pulled Harry to the side and waited until he heard the tv to start on Harry.

"You must want something. What are you up to boy?" Vernon asked Harry.

"Well Uncle Vernon since you asked, I have this permission slip that I need you to sign for school." Harry told his uncle honestly.

"Why would I do that?" Vernon asked Harry suspiciously.

"Because I will toe the line for the rest of Aunt Marge's visit. That's what you want, isn't it?" Harry asked. Vernon thought it over for a little while.

"Alright. I'll sign the ruddy form, but only if you behave until Marge leaves. If even one incident happens out of the ordinary, then you can forget it." Vernon told Harry.

"Of course Uncle Vernon. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take Aunt Marge's bags up to the guest room." Harry told Vernon. Once again, Vernon eyed Harry suspiciously but he dropped it almost instantly. He usually had to threaten Harry with no food or something as equally horrible, but that wasn't necessary for this time.

Harry grabbed the bags and hauled them up the stairs with a little difficulty. They were all a little heavy, which meant she either brought Dudley a bunch of presents or she packed some clothes and a bunch of dog stuff for Ripper the bulldog. That little evil dog seemed to have it out for Harry, but that was the furthest thing from Harry's mind right now. He was still wondering who he trusted with his life that was blocking him from his true potential.

"First thing is first Harry. You need to go over your account at Gringotts. There are some things that you definitely need to know and that is the first stepping stone of your journey. I recommend writing to the Director of Gringotts and asking them to send you a Portkey tomorrow, so you can discuss your accounts." Jessica told Harry in his head. He didn't know what Gringotts had to do with reaching his full potential, but then again he wasn't a life guide so he wasn't going to question it. He quickly deposited Marge's bags into the guest room, then went to his room and began working on his letter to the Director of Gringotts. He finished the letter within two minutes and placed it in a spare envelope he had in his drawer. He couldn't send it off though since it was still daytime and Hedwig was asleep.

He stayed in the seat at his desk, looking out at the scenery from his window. The familiar neighborhood greeted him once again, as it did the last time he was in this house. Yet the last time he was in the house, he was preparing to leave and go to the Burrow. All of this before he, Ron and Hermione went on their hunt for Voldemort's Horcruxes. He had made sure that the Dursleys had went into hiding, since he didn't want them to be found and tortured by Voldemort and his group of bootlickers. He was brought out of his memories by Petunia yelling at him that dinner was ready. Harry sighed to himself and also mentally prepared himself for the verbal onslaught that was going to come from his Aunt Marge. It'd be so much easier to keep her quiet if she knew that he was a wizard, but then again that probably would've caused more problems than necessary. He got up from the seat at his desk and headed downstairs, but only after Petunia yelled at him again.

Despite the rage that was slowly growing inside of him from his Aunt Marge, Harry managed to keep his temper under control. He even spoke only when he was spoken to, which surprised the Dursleys even more. The only thing that was keeping Harry so calm though was the fact that Jessica was talking to him throughout the whole dinner. If it wasn't for that, then Harry probably would've accidentally blown up his aunt right then and there. As usual, Harry cleaned up after the Dursleys and hurried back to his room to avert any more of Marge's usual grillings.

"You did good Harry. I'll help you keep your emotions in check for the rest of Marjorie's stay. That way she won't end up as a balloon this time." Jessica told him in his thoughts.

"I'd rather turn that loudmouth into a bloody human balloon though." Harry muttered quietly. Jessica chuckled at Harry and left him alone with his thoughts.

The first thing Harry thought about was proving that Sirius was an innocent man. Last time, that traitorous rat, Peter Pettigrew, took advantage of Professor Lupin transforming to escape. Well not this time. He was dead set on living with Sirius and getting out of the Dursley's house. The next thing he began thinking about was how he was going to collect the rest of Voldemort's Horcruxes while going to school. Since he went back in time, he could only assume that the ones left were: Salazar Slytherin's locket, Helga Hufflepuff's cup, Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem, Marvolo Gaunt's ring and that bloody anaconda of his.

"How in the hell am I going to find the ring and get close enough to the damn snake." Harry thought to himself.

"I suggest that you worry about all of that later Harry. For now, it is time to send Hedwig to Gringotts." Jessica told Harry in his thoughts. Harry looked over at the clock on his desk and noticed it was 9:30 at night. With a sigh, he got up and opened Hedwig's cage so that he could give her the letter.

"Listen girl. I know you want to go hunting, but I need you to go take this letter to the Director of Gringotts for me." he told Hedwig. She hooted in reply and stuck her leg out, so that Harry could attach the letter for it. She then soared out of the window and disappeared into the nightly skies, leaving Harry alone in his room. Once again, he felt the loneliness close in all around him like it always did when he let Hedwig out for his nightly hunts. She was the only thing that kept Harry sane while he was tucked away at the Dursleys every summer. He flopped onto his bed once again, this time letting sleep overtake every facet of his being. He'd rather face one of his usual nightmares than be in a room by himself. That was when Harry realized that the nightmares didn't even start until the summer before his Fourth Year, and that kept him up thinking about the Triwizard Tournament. Since he came back in time, that meant he'd have to participate in that death trap again.

"I should've thought this whole coming back in time thing over." Harry thought to himself.

"Unfortunately Harry, you wouldn't have had a choice in that matter. Death has been waiting to collect Tom Riddle's soul for years, every since he made his Horcruxes. They would've made you come back whether you liked it or not." Jessica told him.

"That's nice to know. Now if you'll excuse me Jessica, I'm going to sleep now. I've got a big day ahead of me tomorrow." Harry told Jessica. He took her silence as acknowledgement of his statement and let him rest. Unbeknownst to Harry however, three more people were as equally shocked as he was to find themselves in their thirteen-year old bodies.