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Chapter 1 - Longing

Harry's last and final year had approached quicker than he had anticipated, each day flying by, but for once in Harry's life he felt a dread returning to Hogwarts. It was all wrong. Oh so very wrong. Voldemort returning. Sirius's murder, and finally Dumbledore's death due to Snape. He only had one thing to look forward to.

Ron and Hermione

Friends. Best friends. He had grown quite close to Ginny in more than a thought for a friend, but all were faithful and caring. He hoped they were all well. How he wished he could see then again at the Burrow -

'Harry?'

Harry jumped out of his skin. He looked around and saw his aunt, Petunia, looking at him. For all his years this was the first time his aunt had called him from his first name. He had no idea how to react to this. 'Y-yes?'

'You're probably wondering my sudden change of attitude, right? All shall be told soon enough just as time shall come. May I come in now?'

'Y-yes.' Was all he could manage. All shall be told soon enough? Time shall come? She sat down on his bed.

'Harry. You know you're a… (she took a deep breath) wizard.' Harry nodded slowly. 'And well I'm a – what do you call them?'

After some time Harry spoke quietly, 'Muggle.'

'Uh yes, exactly. Harry, the great tall man Dumbledore, it is? Well anyways he visited you last year told me to give this to you on your final year. He said he was most likely not to get the opportunity to give to you had he still kept it in his possession.' She showed him a small brown box and put it into his hands. She also gave Harry a small envelope. 'I hated you mother and father.' A sense of anger grew over Harry threatening to over flow. 'But it was not how I showed it. I was... I was…' she took some time until she could muster the courage to say, 'jealous. I really was. She was the lucky one out of both of us. She was pretty, clever, intelligent, caring, happy, and a…witch. Something I wanted to be. Something I could not.'

'Tell me though. If that was the case why did you treat me like…dirt. Vermin.' Harry's anger had evaporated into pity. Until now he hadn't really appreciated the greatness of being a wizard. All of this until now.

'Exactly the same answer Harry. Jealousy.' She sighed. 'I'll leave you to open the box now.' She got up and turned to leave, but there was so much he wanted, almost needed to find out.

'Wait.' Petunia turned. 'What did that howler mean-' she looked confused. 'The red talking envelope.' She nodded. 'What did it mean that stopped you from actually throwing me out of this house?'

She smiled with sad eyes. 'Time shall tell. Time is all you need.' Before she left she kneeled in front of Harry. Kneeling down she was below him. Her eyes on the verge of tears, she put her slender bony hands onto his knees and said, 'Just get my sister back Harry. And my brother-in-law. That's all I want.' She stood up. 'Goodnight for now Harry. I wish you luck in your future… and your past.' She turned and left.

Harry was thoroughly puzzled by this. Get her sister back? His mother? Past? But that's impossible. Realising what he just said he felt sad. A deep emotion that could not be described. His longing to see and meet his parents, because he had just admitted that he couldn't and will never be able to see them again, sub-consciously.

His concentration was now diverted to the small brown box in his hands. He slid open the box and took out the covering to stop the object from scratching. He wasn't exactly sure what it was because of the lid covering the round object that was connected to a chain. He only realized what it was until he heard a quiet, tick. Tock Tick. Tock. It was a pocket watch. It looked as though it was made form gold. Or maybe it was brass. Not quite sure.

The lid was amazing. It opened from half-way, to show the clock face. One side of the lid was the moon. The other the sun. He felt over the engraved moon and sun. It weighed more than an average pocket watch. Strange. Dumbledore has told his aunt to give this to him. Very strange. And he also knew he won't be here to give it to him. Does that mean he knew that he was going to die? Another rush of emotion went over him and he quickly brushed the thought aside. He put the watch back into the box and wrapped it up carefully. A small piece of parchment was showing in the box barely noticeable. It read: -

In times of need

Time shall come as a cure

Righto. For a few minutes he just stared at the parchment. Where had he seen that style of handwriting before? Had even seen it at all? He brushed the idea aside and thought, this job seriously suits Hermione.

His eyes fell upon the small envelope. He ran a finger under the flap to break the wax seal. Opening the folded letter it read something short and simple: -

Dear Mr Harry James Potter

Change one thing in History

Changes everything in the Future

Yours Sincerely

That was all. No name. Nothing more. Nothing less. Something else was in the envelope. A slightly larger than-a-passport-size magical photo of his parents on their wedding day was what he saw. The same sense of longing washed over him.

His parent's faces smiling back at him, waving, completely oblivious to what their future held. Tears sprung in Harry's eyes and he let them fall silently.

How he wished he could just hold them. At least feel them. Talk to them. Be with them.

Not baring it anymore he put the photo back inside the envelope and said in a slightly hoarse voice, 'Goodnight Mum. Goodnight to you too Dad.' He sighed. Even if Ron and Hermione were his best friend, he couldn't help but envy them.

Hermione's parents were muggles, but mostly always be there for her.

And here was also Ron. He had brothers and a sister. So maybe they don't always exactly get along, but Ron still had family, that actually loved him, that in the end were always there for him.

He slid off his bed he had been sitting on and started to pack his trunk slowly dumping them in his trunk. All his clothes, books, stationery and the other things. He decided on taking the pocket watch with him and the envelope. It took him some time to decide for the envelope. He may not be able to bear their innocent smiling faces of his parents. But he must be strong. He shut his trunk and put his padlock onto it.

His last night. His last night at the Dursley's. Something for many years he has been looking forward to, but now, even though Dudley hated him, ignored him, Vernon hated him. Yes hated, despised and he never exactly got comfort his aunt from he didn't want to leave. It was almost like a sense of security, something he could always have depended on. Now it was all changing. Now it was becoming a different story.

Reluctantly he went into bed, but couldn't get any sleep. The laughing faces of his parents, waving up at him. He gave a sharp breath and tears fell from his eyes, uncontrollable seeping into his pillow. Vulnerability and sadness seeping in him quicker than his pillow taking the tears. His hand curled into a fist holding his duvet with anger. How he wished it never happened.

Why them?

Why me?

A/N: My first chapter for this story. I would really appreciate reviews telling me views of this first chapter. Hope you liked it! Remember to review! Thanks!