Summary: Master of Death Harry finds himself stuck in the year 1979 with unwanted attention from both the Ministry, Voldemort and his Death Eaters all while trying to throw of both Dumbledore's and the Marauders suspicions. This could only happen to Harry Potter.

M.O.D HARRY. TIME TRAVEL. AU

Chapter 1.

Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing emotions. His inner voice attempting to talk him out of knocking upon the large oak door in front of him. Many questions of who, how and why were running through his mind giving him an irritating headache just behind his right eye, rather close to his infamous lightning bolt scar making him feel agitated and slightly moody. Harry really wanted to just sit down and scream himself horse, maybe even cry at the unfairness of the situation he found himself in. What entity if any had he angered? What horrible crime did he commit in a past life that he was still being punished for? Why did he find himself in this situation at all, stuck 25 years in the past in the year 1979? The most important question running through his mind, Harry felt was why he was not at home where he belonged with his godson and new wife?

Harry suspected this latest adventure of his the result of one of the Dark Lord Voldemort's lackeys attempting to once again 'do him in.' A lackey that either brewed or purchased an incorrect and unstable potion or mispronounced their spell. It wasn't as if he went looking for trouble or craved dangerous situations, no trouble always seemed to find him. Always. It probably came with being Harry James Potter, The Boy who Lived or with being H. J. Potter, the Master of Death. Either way he found it incredibly frustrating feeling as if he wasn't in control of his own life. He hated the idea of the entire prophecy, the idea that his whole life, his destiny had been written out for him before he was even born. But back to what bought him standing before the office door of Albus Dumbledore, The Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry or more importantly to Harry, the man who founded and heads the Ministry recognized vigilante group The Order of the Phoenix. (The fact that he was also the Supreme Mugwump and Head of the Wizengamont was just a bonus in Harry's book.)

You see one minute he was walking down Diagon Alley around lunch time with his beautiful family and the next he found himself standing in the middle of the Forbidden Forest at sundown. No lights, no sounds or feelings of falling. Nothing you would suspect time travel of this magnitude to feel like. Just a sudden displacement. Thank Merlin that Luna and Teddy had continued on back to the Three Broomsticks whilst that overly flirtatious middle aged Witch had stopped him for what she stated was an autograph for her son. Harry didn't what to risk anything happening to the two most important people in his life. He didn't know what he would ever do if anything did happen. Actually he did, he would die.

It was almost insane to think just how much he had changed in the past 6 ½ years. To think he had been such a moody and angry teenager, that he could feel so hurt, alone and misunderstood. It wasn't until he held Teddy for the first time, just after the final battle that his life seemed to drastically brighten. Many would think it was because the war had ended and there was no longer such a threat on his life but Harry knew better. It was Teddy, and later Luna. Harry at times could still not believe that he could have been so blind as not to have seen the beautiful woman that had been by his side since his 5th year, or that he had even had the nerve to suggest to Tonks and Remus that it was too dangerous to bring a child into a war, let alone a half werewolf and that they should think about having the pregnancy aborted. I mean just look at his own parents. They had brought a full human child into the middle of a war and an entire prophecy had followed. But it was as if Teddy's entire existence, Harry's role as Godfather-the first true purpose and title he actually wanted, had started a fire within his heart as if his heart had been turned on, because he couldn't help but fall so deeply in love with not only Teddy but his unique and eccentric friend Luna Lovegood. Hence the reason he had headed straight for Dumbledore when he had realized just what had happened.

Harry was an unknown in this war and whilst he was incredibly powerful and more then capable of defending himself (You don't become the youngest recipient of mastery in Defensive Magic in over 500 years, the youngest Defense Professor at Hogwarts in over 600 years, an internationally renowned dueling champion, the Master of Death and the defeater of a Dark Lord for nothing) he didn't feel the need to bring anymore unwanted attention to himself then what he would already receive as an almost carbon copy of James Potter with no known background or family. It was best to keep his head down as best he could so he could get home quickly and safely to his wife and honoree child. So he needed to align himself with either Dumbledore and the Order, Minister Bagnold and the Auror's or with Voldemort and his Death Eaters and naturally Dumbledore won out. Just. The only problem Harry could see that may hinder him gaining the Order's trust, was the Dark Mark on his left forearm. A reminder from the time when he was 'a traitor' and self-spying for the light side as he truly did not believe in the loyalty of Dumbledore's own spy Severus Snape. A time in which to obtain he had to prove his loyalty to Voldemort and his admission that he had truly defected from the light side to serve under the man who had killed his parents by killing Albus Dumbledore, a feat he had been able to talk his way out of after the war by stating Dumbledore had ordered Harry to take his life for the Greater Good and Harry who respected and admired the man who was like a grandfather to him had felt an overwhelming amount of pressure to abide with the instant and painless Avada Kadavra. Albus Dumbledore was after all the king of complicated plans and actions performed all in the name of the greater good.

Harry had after all convinced himself long ago that his killing of Dumbledore was necessary. That he had needed to gain a place within Voldemort's ranks and the only way to achieve that was to commit as many saw the ultimate betrayal and whilst Harry believed that his actions had been for the greater good (he after all had discovered the secrets to Voldemort's attempts at immortality and achieved his goal of ending Voldemort's reign, saving many lives) it didn't make this meeting any less daunting.

Feeling as if he had laundered around in the corridor long enough he rapped his knuckles against the office door to the current Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardries Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore whose voice was heard instantly through the door."Enter"

With one last calming breath Harry pushed open the large double doors. There behind his cluttered desk, decked in deep purple silk robes with silver crescent moons upon them with a matching brim hat sat Albus Dumbledore with a critical and suspicious look on his face.