DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, and am making no prophet off of this story. It is for my amusement only.

SUMMARY: Harry gets hold of a time-turner and go back to see his parents.

A/N: Okay, I've decided to start editing this story (like all my other ones) The bolded font is the me that just got done editing, and the regular font me is the beginning authors note, okay? Okay.

This is a really sucky beginning, because all of my beginnings suck, but I PROMISE it gets better, so don't give up on me yet!

Chapter 1: Fights and Dreams

"Come on, Harry! Don't start that again! I know that you miss your parents, but no matter what happens, you need to move on. They died for you, and they don't want you wasting your life, thinking about what it could have been like!" Harry's best friend, Ron said for the thousandth time, trying to make Harry feel better from missing his parents. He had been doing that a lot lately, since he had had a short conversation with them before summer, while they had been in ghost form, and he missed them terribly.

"Ron, you have a family. Grandparents, parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and cousins who actually love you, and every time that I come to your house, I can't help but think of the family that I might have had. I'm terribly sorry for missing my parents, but you might too if yours had been killed!" Harry snapped, which was most unlike him, as he was usually a peacemaker between his best friends.

"If me and Ron could do something, then we would, but we can't, and I'm really sorry, Harry, but just try to think of something else." Hermione said sadly.

"Want to go play Quidditch with Fred, George, and Charlie?" Asked Ron, obviously hoping to cheer Harry up.

"I guess so," Harry said slowly, figuring that it would probably be better than sitting around, sulking. "I'm sorry, you guys, but I really miss my parents, and I just wish I could see them, or talk to them, or communicate with them somehow for just one day… "

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An hour later, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Charlie came back in from playing Quidditch, exhausted but happy, all the same. Harry felt a little better, but his parents were still on his mind, and he couldn't stop thinking of them.

Figuring that thinking of them all the time and wishing they'll come back wouldn't help at all, Harry went to bed, exhausted.

All night, Harry fought to stop thinking of his parents and concentrated on having fun, but the thoughts wouldn't stop coming. "What if they were alive now? I wonder what we would be doing." Or, "I would probably have brothers and sisters if they were still alive." He was also thinking about the Dursleys. "I would have never had to seen them at all in my life. I wouldn't know Aunt Marge; I would have never been locked in that godforsaken cupboard, and Dudley and all his stupid friends would have never beaten me up.

That night, Harry went to bed early, knowing that in sleep, thoughts of his parents wouldn't get to him. But getting ready for bed, he forgot to take his potion that allowed him a dreamless sleep.

Harry looked around, wondering where he was. He saw bars all around him… wait… he was in a crib! He looked down at himself, and saw that he was only a baby. He sat up and looked around for a moment, looking at his surroundings. He had just looked all around the room, when he heard voices downstairs, and it seemed the whole house was filled with an unexplainable coldness. Harry shivered, and crawled under the covers. The voices were getting louder now.

"Take Harry and go!" said a man's voice. "I'll hold him off. I love you Lily, no matter what happens."

He heard someone coming up the stairs, and to his room. The door opened, and his mother came in. She grabbed him, whispered, "I love you, Harry. I will always love you, and be with you, " and ran to the door. Before she could open it, it burst opened, and there stood Lord Voldemort. He laughed, an evil, high-pitched laugh, and said, "Give me the boy."

'Oh my god… " Harry thought. 'This is when my parents die.'

Lily had started crying, as she knew that if Voldemort was up here, that James was dead. "Take me, not Harry! Kill me instead!"

"Move. Stand aside, you stupid girl. You'll both be dead anyway," said Voldemort, a glint in his eyes, looking as if this were most amusing.

"NO! Take me! Please, not Harry!" said Lily, sobbing.

"I will kill you both, then." He said casually, and pointed his wand at Lily, said "Avada Kedavra!" And in a flash of brilliant green light, Lily was gone.

"Now for the boy. The one that I wanted to kill in the first place." He narrowed his eyes for a moment, as if in deep thought. "Stupid girl. She could have been saved. I could have persuaded her to join my side. No matter. Now on to the boy!" He glanced at Harry, who had been crying in a corner the whole time, right next to the lifeless body that was his mother. "Avada Kedavra." He whispered softly, an evil glint in his eye. There was another flash of blinding green light, and Harry felt a great pain in his forehead.

He bolted straight up in bed, sweat running down his forehead, and thought about what he had just saw. He just witnessed his parents being killed. Harry had seen his mom and heard his dad for one last time. His mother had held him, told him she loved him. It was a very sad dream, but it felt so real… probably because it had been real. That had really happened. Though he partly wanted to have another dream like that, as he wanted to see his parents, Harry decided not to, and took his potion for a dreamless sleep.

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Okay, I guess I'm REALLY in an editing mood right now, 'cause, obviously, I've started on this one! After this, I assume I'll go on to 'I still love you', before I'm really satisfied. Okay, and, I'm cutting off a chapter right now, too, since those two were extremely short. This is still a short chapter, but, whatever ::shrugs::