Vicis Flies Tergiversatio

(Time Flies Backwards)

Chapter 1

Stuck In The Past With No Way Home

Harry his behind one of the many statues in Slytherin common room, his thoughts in utter turmoil, for the past nine years he had been in the past; He had tried to change things but by the looks of things he hadn't succeeded very well. He hoped with all his being that Severus wouldn't come back with them. That he hadn't become a Death Eater, those were his thoughts that had plagued him for the past two hours as he stood motionless. Finally a noise caught his attention; he stood around the statue still in the shadows so no one would notice him.

There they were, seven students all clutching their left forearms. In pain but despite that obvious pain they supported grins of satisfaction on their faces. Harry noted that Regulus Black was one of them; a sigh of sadness left his lips.

Onyx eyes met emerald ones; Severus flinched at the utter sadness in them. Betrayal or anger he could cope with but not this all compassing sadness Harry portrayed to him. He looked like a young man who had been utterly defeated. Before Severus could even think about going over, Harry had slunk back into the shadows and went to their dorm.

Once Severus was back in his room, he tried to open Harry's curtain. It didn't open for him; the wards stopped him - that hurt even worse than the sadness. For the past seven years since they started Hogwarts only he had ever been able to get passed them to wake Harry. Now he was excluded from Harry too, a scowl left his face as he tried to push down the hurt and go back to his own bed. He would speak to Harry in the morning; get him to see sense was all the young deluded boy could think as he fell asleep.

X.X.X

When Severus got up the next morning he found the curtains open. Harry was already up and down in the Great Hall, he slipped into his normal seat next to Harry but Harry didn't even so much as twitch as he sat down.

The past eight years hadn't been easy for the green eyed teen. He had defeated Voldemort, and then he had been blasted with a spell that should have made him de-age until he no longer existed. Instead his luck which wasn't good turned him into a nine year old boy and into the past.

He had ended up in the play park Harry remembered from his childhood. The sight that met his eyes made him think he was dreaming, or reliving Snape's memories. Because at that very moment, Lily was flying from the swing, he had only come out of his shock when Lily made a dead flower come back to life. Then he heard a voice very familiar to him - after all it had screeched at him to get up and make breakfast for as long as he could remember. Petunia Evans who had been just as ugly when she was a child as she would be as an adult. Then he watched Severus Snape inform his mum what she was.

Harry had run he didn't know exactly where he planned on going. He just knew he had to get away from there; he couldn't meddle with the past. Harry hadn't had anywhere to go; he was in the past away from all he knew. Nine years old in body, for the first few weeks he had remained out in the cold, freezing his arse off. Instead of celebrating as he knew he should have been with Voldemort gone. Reality had bitterly and quickly sunk in though, Voldemort was very much alive here. In the end the temptation to know his mother - who he couldn't even remember was too much. He had gone back, instead of Severus being the one spying on his mother it was him.

One night a couple coming back from the goodness knows where had seen him. Trying to climb a tree to settle for the night, three weeks of it and Harry was getting used to it. His cupboard hadn't been exactly warm anyways and the past year had been spent in a cold tent. Thankfully though he seemed to be able to use magic without detection even if it was wandless, as he warmed his clothes.

"What are you doing up that tree young man?" reprimanded a woman who had curiously enough the same colour of eyes as him.

"Nothing" murmured Harry flushing beet red.

"It's midnight! Where are your parents?" asked the man now.

Harry looked at them wide eyed, wondering what on earth was going to happen to him. They didn't look like they were going to leave him alone, he couldn't risk using magic. He could only do simple spells without his wand. He had picked up the Elder ward before he was blasted off his feet with that spell. So he had a wand that Dumbledore no doubt walked around with in this time. He didn't know what would happen, or if any spell would work or if it would come out of Dumbledore's wand - he just couldn't risk it. He technically wasn't the wands true master not in this time.

"They are dead" said Harry settling for the truth. It couldn't hurt could it? And he was desperate and desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Oh sweetie, where is your family?" asked the woman kindly her eyes tearing up.

"Well gone" said Harry hollowly, thinking about the exact same people they had mentioned - his parents. For they truly had been his only family. Vernon and Petunia didn't count as family, they never had thought of him as family and he in turn didn't think of them as his family either. He shuddered just thinking about them, but he forcefully reminded himself that he was done with them - they couldn't hurt him anymore.

"Come down from that tree at once" said the man his voice demanding attention.

Harry feeling utterly defeated climbed down lowered his head and waited on them calling the police. He knew he would end up in the system and would maybe end up at Hogwarts again. He had no money, no one to contact he refused to go to Dumbledore. There was nothing for him here…and he didn't even know where to start by trying to get himself home. He thought glumly to himself even if there was a way; he wasn't smart enough to try. He knew he was all brawn really, only idiot who was brave enough to carry things out and defeat Voldemort time and time again. He thought about Hermione and his heart lurched how he wished she was here. Telling him what to do just like when they left to hunt the Horcrux's.

That's when Harry remembered, The Horcrux's he could hunt them down in this time. Finish Voldemort off…save his parents perhaps the two wars. He couldn't do anything as of yet, he would need to get to Hogwarts first…perhaps he could use these few years to get to know his mother. Now if only he could get away from those two nosy parkers - he was a fast runner…perhaps he could run. Those thoughts left him when a hand came down on his shoulder and started guiding him somewhere.

"Please let me go!" said Harry using his best pleading voice.

"Calm down son, you are coming home with us!" said the man trying and failing to sooth the agitated nine year old looking boy.

Harry got a very bad sense of déjà vu as he was marched to the couple's home. He stiffened completely when they opened the gate for number four Privet Drive. Life truly hated him either that or he was entering the house with his grandparents. When he thought about it he didn't even know what his grandparents looked like, either side of them. Petunia didn't have any pictures of her parents up, never showed Dudley a picture of his grandparents. He had no idea what the Potter's looked like either. He hadn't known that Privet Drive had been where his grandparents lived.

As soon as he entered he saw pictures on every surface, of the entire family. He knew with a grand finality that this was the home of his grandparents his dreaded Aunt Petunia and his beloved mother Lily Evans.

"We will give you the couch to sleep on for now…until we get things sorted" said Heather Evans.

"You don't have too…I don't want to be a burden" said Harry wide eyed and extremely uncomfortable. How weird was this? His grandparents just picking up a stray and taking him home. Didn't they realize the danger it was? Although he felt his heart expand his grandparents were like him…willing to help anyone in need.

"Don't be silly!" admonished Henry Evans.

"My name is Heather Evans, this is my husband Henry Evans we have two daughters who are your age. Petunia our eldest and our youngest Lily." explained Heather softly.

"My name is Harry" whispered Harry; he couldn't give them his last name. He would have to plead ignorant or something he couldn't exactly tell them he was a Potter. If he did then he would have to change it before going to Hogwarts. Potter was a pureblood name and it would complicate things - especially how much he looked like his damnable father.

Heather had made a make shift bed for him; they helped the nine year old into the bed. Cuddled him in, and Harry felt tears running down his face. No matter what age he had been before, it didn't matter. Nothing could have stopped the tears; his grandparents were tucking him in! They didn't know but it meant the world to Harry who couldn't remember a time where he was tucked in like a spoiled loved little child. This was stuff of dreams for the young man who was now a boy. Heather, his grandmother bless her heart began crooning at him softly wiping away the tears. Tears of which he hadn't cried in such a long time, he had been in this very house when he cried his last tear. Vernon had ensured Harry knew crying was a weakness and it shouldn't be done. 'BOY'S DO NOT CRY BOY!'

It didn't take long for Harry to fall asleep, warm and safe for the first time in his life. There was no Dark Lord after him, no Death Eaters lurking to hurt him. Harry didn't have to try and force himself to stay awake just in case anything or anyone tried to get him outside like he had for the past few weeks. Times before that he had taken turns to sleep for a few hours before taking over duties again. It had been by far the worst year of his life living in tents all the time. It didn't help being constantly on the run, avoiding capture and tying to find impossible artefacts.

If the mirror or Erised was in front of him - he would have seen nothing but his own reflection and that would have been a very rare thing indeed.

What did you think of that? Been wanting to do it for ages! Will Harry love Severus as a lover? father? friend? or someone he just felt close to after seeing his memories when he was seventeen? trying his damnest to save him? Will Harry have managed to get any of the Horcurxs? if so how many do you reckon he should have managed to destroy? will i show more of harry's past (of him in the past) or write about it as the story continues? as you can guess they are in their seventh year at Hogwarts and harry has known both lily and severus for nine years. As you can also see he has failed to save severus from becoming a death eater. will the prophecy still come into play? or will harry manage to get all the horcuxs away and kill voldemort and leave the world ignorant to how many years of war they had coming to them allowing his much different self able to grow up completly different? without the scar? will harry have told severus the truth? or will he only do it now as a last resort? will i have harry take an inheritance test when he gets to diagon ally to try and get himself money? and able to buy robes and clothes for severus? without severus knowing of course that it was him? or will he go to hogwarts still in his hand me down clothes? will harry also have eased Severus' life by using wandless calming spells constantly on tobias Snape? R&R plz