Disclaimer: Not mine, all Jo's!!!

A/N: And here I am, writing yet another fic. –grins- This one happens in Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, and it has no connection whatsoever with the book.

Enjoy!

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I enter the Heads' common room, whistling joyfully. I haven't had this much fun in years! My dad is totally awesome and Hogwarts is as warm and welcoming as ever! I stop walking when I see Mum and Dad in the middle of the room, talking about something, looking concerned.

'Hey, Lily, James!' I say to them.

They stop talking and, after sharing a quick look with Dad, Mum turns around to me. She seems nervous about something, biting her lower lip and fidgeting with her fingers.

I walk closer 'What's wrong?'

She shares another look with Dad, sighs, then asks me, her deep green eyes gazing into mine 'Harry, we need to know… Are you in any way related… to any of us?'

I stare at her, then at Dad, and my eyes start fogging. So it's time.

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My name is Harry. Harry Potter. I'm otherwise know as the Boy Who Lived. I am sixteen and a wizard. I stand up for myself, don't let anyone rule my life and I have two awesome friends.

But somehow, that isn't enough. When I go at Christmas to Ron's house, I see him and his family together and get jealous. I never knew my Mum or Dad, since they both died to protect me.

My greatest wish ever is to meet them, know how they were like. How they were like before they died betrayed by a rat by the name of Peter Pettigrew. He told Voldemort, my archnemesis, the location of my parents' place and he went there and… The result is a lightning scar on my forehead.

In every one of my years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I have faced a challenge. And at the end of every one, Ron – Hermione doesn't tell her parents of the dangerous battles taking place in the wizarding world – got letters from his family (or a visit) who were concerned of his well-being. What do I get?

Glory.

A glory I don't want. I would rather pass invisible only so I could spend some time with my parents. But they're dead, and that's impossible.

Or so I thought. I am now in my sixth year at Hogwarts and a wizard with a mission. This summer, while trying to escape the Dursleys, I formed a plan. Quite simple. I gave myself a mission: go back into the past and warn my Mum and Dad of Pettigrew's betrayal. Without him in the picture, they will be able to live.

Now, to accomplish this mission, I needed the help of my two best friends. I made some researches in the library, and found a potion called 'Past in a minute' that is supposed to take the one who drinks it back to the time they are thinking of.

In the beginning, both Hermione and Ron were reluctant, scared for my well-being. But when I made them understand why I needed to do this, they agreed to help me.

Three months later, after many attempts, we finally got the potion 'Past in a minute' ready, and I was ready to drink it.

It was a rainy autumn evening at Hogwarts, and the three of us were in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione holding a vial filled with a translucent liquid, covered with a bit of paper.

'Is that it?' I ask her.

We were alone in the common room, seeing as it was already midnight.

'Yes,' I see her answering hesitantly and I smile reassuringly.

'I'll be okay, Mione, I promise. I just need to do this. Please understand.'

'I do, Harry,' she says and she has tears in her eyes.

I step to her and give her a hug, which she returns. Then I turn to Ron, and pat him on the shoulder. 'You guys going to be okay?' I ask them both.

They nod, then attempt a smile. 'Sure.'

I nod back at them, then hold my hand to Hermione. She gives me the vial, and I take the little piece of paper covering its head off. 'See you guys when I come back' I tell them, then drink the potion –half of it – thinking as hard as I can '1977'.

First, nothing happens.

Then, I feel my stomach tightening, and my ears seem to be exploding. I fall on my knees, clutching my stomach and whimpering. I feel a pain like no other hit me, taking away my breath. I yell in pain, hear a thunder, then everything is silent.

I wait for a few seconds, then raise my head warily. I am in the same room, it's still raining, it's still evening, but Ron and Hermione are not there.

I grin, and whisper to myself 'I made it.'

Then, everything goes black.

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Well, hope you enjoyed this first chapter, even though it was short. Next chapters should be longer.

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