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A/N: I know that like fifty million people have done this (I'm currently reading a few myself) but I had this idea and so I'm joining all of those people.

Ch 1: The Time Turner

Harry Potter sat in Dumbledore's office. Once again he was in trouble and he was waiting for the Headmaster.

He sighed and muttered to himself, "It wasn't my fault... If Malfoy would just leave Ron alone!"

At that moment Ron walked in. Harry turned around to look at him.

Ron smiled, "I think I broke Malfoy's nose. It was worth getting in trouble."

Harry shook his head, "Ron..."

Ron walked around the room looking at all of Dumbledore's gadgets.

Ron paused and picked up one that he recognized, "Hey, isn't this a Time Turner?"

Harry walked over and looked at it, "Ya, it is..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat from behind them and Harry jumped dropping the Time Turner. The sand spilled onto his and Ron's shoes.

The room got blurry and Harry's eyes went wide. They were going back in time.

Harry fell onto the pavement and he winced. He sat up and looked over at Ron who was slowly sitting up.

Harry looked around, "Where are we?"

Ron shrugged, "Beats me..."

A house a little ways away caught Harry's eye.

He pointed to it, "That house... It looks familiar..."

Ron looked at it and blinked, "Ya, it looks like half the houses in London."

Harry shook his head and ran over to it. He peered in through the window and saw his mother. He waved his hand and Ron walked over.

Harry pointed to Lily, "That's my mum..."

Ron gasped, "We went back in time to before You- Know- Who killed your parents..."

James walked into the room shrugging. Lily let out a sigh and they left the room. Harry slowly opened the window and hopped down onto the floor.

Ron whispered, "What are you doing?"

Harry looked over at him, "I'm going to see my mum and dad..."

Ron looked behind him at the sound of shoes on pavement.

He gasped, "Harry! It's Peter and You- Know- Who!"

Harry peered out the window, "That must mean this is the night my parents are killed..."

Ron jumped into the house and shut the window, "We've got to hide somewhere!"

Harry looked down when he felt a tug on his robes. A little girl with black hair and green eyes stood there.

Harry blinked at her and Ron muttered, "Who's she?"

Harry shrugged. The little girl looked scared.

Harry kneeled down, "What's wrong?"

The little girl pointed to the door, "He's hewre... He gowing to kwill us..."

Harry stared at the little girl in shock. How did she know? She gasped as there was a bang on the door.

She grabbed Harry's hand, "Qwick! Hide!"

She pulled him off to a closet and shut herself, Ron, and Harry inside.

She put a finger to her mouth, "Shhh!" The boys nodded.

There was another bang on the door and Harry could hear his father, "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

Then he heard someone coming from a room, his mother he assumed trying to get away. Then the door burst open and he heard Voldermort laugh.

Harry put his hand on his forehead, it was the same thing he had heard when he was practicing the Patronus with Lupin in his third year. He heard a body fall to the ground and knew that it belonged to his father. He heard the footsteps of Voldermort walk by and another door flew open.

The little girl opened the closet a little bit and peered out into the living room. Harry went to stop her but she gasped and Harry could see why. James was lying there white as chalk and stiff as a board.

Tears ran down the girls cheeks and she whispered, "Daddy..."

She opened it a little more and looked into the bedroom where Harry's mother and Voldermort were. Harry didn't stop her, he was frozen with his eyes transfixed on his father.

Then came his mother's voice, "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

Voldermort's followed hers, "Stand aside you silly girl... stand aside now..."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead. Not Harry! Please... Have mercy... Have mercy..."

Voldermort laughed and Lily screamed as she died.

The little girl closed the door now crying uncontrollably, "Mom..."

Voldermort suddenly yelled out in pain and Harry assumed that the one year old him had just been attacked. Sure enough there was the sound of a baby crying.

The girl whispered, "Harrwy..." Voldermort left and the house started to shake.

Ron looked around, "What's going on?"

Harry's eyes went wide, "The house is collapsing!"

The little girl screamed and the house fell on them.