Authors note: This is my first fan fic story so i would appreciate reviews and any help you guys can give.

Disclaimer: Ya, i don't own any likeness this has with J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter.

Chapter 1

Darkness…nothing…guess I lost…is this it...light...head towards it I suppose…wait, soft…is this a…bed? A voice…is that…no, it can't be…

"Get up boy!"

Harry sits up with a start and looks at the door. A door he has not seen in years. "What the hell am I doing back here?" he mutters to himself. Surprising him a little by the change in his voice but gets interrupted before he can think about it.

The cupboard door wings open and an angry purpling face sticks in. "Freak, when I call you I expect you to answer me!" Vernon screams at him. He just stared back at him not saying anything wondering what's going on. The silence angers him more and he throws a fist at him and screamed "Answer me!"

Harry absently tilted his head to the side and the fist swings past. The lack of contact causes his uncle to stumble farther forward. Still thinking his hand shot out and chop blocked the front of his throat. Choking, he fell more as Harry got up, with a chop to the back of the head he falls into the cupboard floor unconscious.

Steeping over his prone body Harry wanders into the kitchen still thinking about what could have happened. Looking down he sees scrawny arms and legs and the malnourished torso of an eleven year old. "Polyjuice? No I feel this body but still my stronger magic. But what about my uncle, he's supposed to be long dead. Perhaps he was a Polyjuiced death eater? No, even they wouldn't want to use that body. They wouldn't attack with their fists either."

He gets into the kitchen ignoring the banshee shriek of his aunt when she sees her husband and grabs the paper. Seeing the date he freezes thinking of the ways it could have happened and what to do.

Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One, strongest wizard since the late Dumbledore. The great Harry Potter has just traveled back in time to two days before he leaves for his first year at Hogwarts.

With a shriek louder and higher than he thought humanly possible, his aunt Petunia runs towards him after getting over the shock of seeing Vernon knocked out in the cupboard. Slipping into the emotionless face he gets into when angered, fighting death eaters, or in other dangerous live threatening situations in his live he turns to face his aunt.

Seeing his face his aunt stops in her tracks before she gets to him. "Get your husband and son to the living room, we have some rules to discuss," she just stood there shocked at the cold monotone that chilled her blood. "Now," he repeated and she scampered away to find Dudley.

Ignoring his cousins whining his aunt and cousin were able to get his uncle onto the large couch with them on either side of him keeping him from falling. Harry pulls an armchair in front of them and sits in a relaxed manner and stares at them.

"What did you do to my dad freak?" Dudley asked, confused by his silent mother.

Harry didn't answer instead just sat there looking at him.

Dudley got mad and got up to teach him better than ignore him but got stopped by his mother.

"Dudley, sit," she told him firmly.

He turned to look at her "But mom he did something to dad!" he whined.

"Then what makes you think you can do any better?" she asked.

That got him to use what little brain he had and sit back down.

Still Harry just sat there and looked at them. After a few minutes the Dursleys, minus one sleeping one, were getting close to having a nervous breakdown when Harry finally spoke.

"I'm only going to say this once so I better wake him up," Harry raises his wand and started to cast Ennervate, but stopped when his Mage Sight activated and he could see the underage charms on his wand. Frowning he realized he was eleven now and this isn't the same wand he was used to and lowered it.

His relatives breathed a sigh of relieve when he lowered his wand. Then got worried when he frowned and started waving his other hand over his wand and poking and pulling at what looked like imaginary string.

Harry concentrated unraveling the tracking charms and the blockers placed on wands until you graduate to limit students from getting too strong or getting dangerously out of control. After the last charm was removed he tested it by waving his wand and conjuring a glass of water. Ignoring the shriek from his aunt about using freakishness in her house he waited for a ministry owl to come. After a couple of minutes silence he smirked and waved his wand and woke his uncle.

With a few grunts Vernon was awake. He looked around he saw a relieved and scared Petunia and Dudley and a smirking Harry. Already purpling with rage he started to stand up only to find a wand an inch from his face, and a standing nephew behind it, smirk still there.

"I'll say this once uncle, speak when you are allowed to or you won't speak at all, got it?" Harry said calmly.

He looked cross-eyed at the wand in front of his face he growled out a "yes," before sitting back down.

"Good, so sit down, shut up and listen because I'm only explaining this once," Harry said then sat back down in his relaxed manner, laid back and a leg over a chair arm, before continuing. "Alright, you don't like me, and I don't like you right?" everyone nodded all around. "Good, now I'm leaving in a couple days for school. When I get there I'll be sending you some money, you are to be gone when I get back for winter. If you want to be technical about it I could just buy the house," Harry explained.

There was silence for a moment before the denial and questions started.

"Who do you think you are ordering us around?" Vernon yelled.

"Ungrateful brat, you think we'll just give you a house to be rid of you?" Petunia screamed.

"You don't have any money to give, nobody loves you," Dudley replied smugly.

With a frown he waved his wand and silenced them all. They continued to yell for a moment before they realized no sound was being made. They started to panic and began to get up but with another wave Harry bound them to the couch with rope.

"Now I believe I said no talking until you are allowed to," Harry stated. They looked furious for a couple minutes while Harry just sat there. "Now when you calm down I will allow one of you to talk at a time, quietly and I will answer."

When they finally calmed down he decided to save Vernon for last and started with Dudley. With a wave of his wand he was unsilenced. "Dudley, you first, you get one question," Harry told him.

"Do you really have money?" he asked.

"Yes," was his only answer and he was again silenced.

Next was Petunia. "Remember, one question and quietly," with a wave she could talk.

She thought for a moment before asking "How do you have money, did you steal it?"

"I said one question, but I'll answer anyway. Parents left me the money, so I didn't steal it," and silenced her before she could say anything.

Lastly he looked at Vernon, in his eyes you could tell what he was thinking, he could see the anger for him, being scared at the situation, he was happy at the thought of him gone, and greedy at the thought of money. "Your turn uncle Vernon, make this question count, it will be the last we talk to each other hopefully. I'll even allow you two questions, now choose," with a wave he could speak.

Vernon was quiet for a couple of minutes thinking of the prospect of money and not seeing his nephew again. Finally he asked his first question. "How much money do you have?"

Figures, he wants to know how much he can milk this. "Enough that's all you need to know. I can buy this house at least," he answered slightly smugly.

Vernon was mad at not getting the answer he wanted but didn't want to waste his second question so he held his tongue at his angry retort. "Why don't you just leave if you supposedly have so much money?" he asked.

"I could if I wanted to, but I have to stay here to stop a meddlesome headmaster from interfering with my life. He means well but he goes about it the wrong way." Harry explained, with one last wave he released them from the rope and the silence from the other two as he stood up.

"Now, I am leaving to prepare some things before I leave, do not bother me unless you want to be hurt. Good bye and good luck with your new lives, the money will be sent later," with that he left to prepare his new life.

Authors note: So, what do you think?

Mage Sight - The ability to see magic.