Harry gazed around at his best friends: they were communicating with their parents. Harry sighed. What was life like with parents? Of course Harry didn't know, spending a year before your parents were killed was not enough time to experience life with them. Especially as it was a year starting from when he was born. Humans could never remember their baby life. The Weasley's were like family to him but he didn't see them each day and 'like family,' was nothing compared to real family. He suddenly began to think to why his parents were killed: it was Peter Pettigrew, he was one of the secret keepers who kept a family's location secret but he betrayed Lily and James.

"Wait a second," Harry muttered to himself, "I could go back in time and find a way to prevent Voldermort from killing my parents." Harry was desperate for family. He had seen his parents twice during his years at Hogwarts. Once in the triwizard tournament and once before the battle of Hogwarts. They were kind to him and having them back in his life would bring happy memories. Harry was certain he would do this. It would mess up time a bit but he was prepared to take risks. He would do this for his family. After all, a boy (who had a rough life) deserved his parents.

A Week Later

A parcel was delivered to Harry attached to a letter.

Dear Mr Potter,

Dumbledore had one more gift for you and wanted it delivered sometime when you turned eighteen.

Find attached to this letter a parcel.

Yours Sincerely,

Cornelius Fudge

Harry scowled. He thought that he had received all of Dumbledore's gifts last year; as usual, he was proved wrong. Since last year, Harry had realised that he hardly knew anything about Dumbledore. Harry carelessly teared the parcel open, like a vicious lion ready to hunt its prey. A diary showed itself. It began to write just like Tom Riddle's one.

Hi Harry it's Albus Dumbledore. I know I am dead but you can talk to me by writing in this diary.

Hi.

Harry locked the diary. He didn't want to talk right now, he wanted to re-think his decision. It wasn't a crime to end a such short conversation when Dumbledore was dead and he would hardly ever get mad at Harry. Plus Harry had a good reason to stop talking to Dumbledore.

Of course he would go along with his plan but how would he do it? Harry was clueless.

'Maybe Dumbledore can help me,' Harry thought.

Harry rushed to the diary, knowing that a smart wizard would definitely be able to help him. He grabbed his feather pen and began to write.

"Merlins Beard," complained Harry. The ink had run out. He drew his wand and pointed it at the feather pen. It danced around the room, soared through the window and came back with a tank full of ink. Harry grinned and began to write.

Hi Dumbledore

Hello Harry.

I wanted to tell you something

Go on then.

I miss my parents and had a plan to get them back by going back in time.

Are you sure? The mission would be very dangerous. I wouldn't do it. You would be changing lots of things.

I'm prepared to take the risks Dumbledore.

Even though I can't physically see you, I can sense your determination. On your mission I would take this with you.

Ok but how would I stop Voldermort from killing my parents.

You would need to do something to Peter Pettigrew. I won't say anymore I'll see if you can figure out.

Wreck Peter Pettigrew's friendship with my dad?

That wasn't the option I had in mind but that might work. Also Harry you will need the lucky potion: Liquid Luck.

I'll take it with me but I'll see if I can cope without it.

Again a big risk.

Dumbledore I'm prepared to take risks.

Ok then Harry. Good Luck....

Harry was furious at how Dumbledore didn't understand that he was prepared to take risks. Eventually they had come to an agreement but part of Harry's body tingled, why couldn't Harry just complete the mission alone without Dumbledore giving him advice when he asked for it. Yes Dumbledore was looking out of him but he needed to learn to be independent. Well, Harry had made his decision he would bring all the things but try to handle the mission himself.

Something told Harry that he had forgotten something: yes he had, he hadn't told Ron or Hermonie. Harry thought it was best that he kept his mission secret. He didn't want Ron,Hermonie or anyone else to worry about him. It wasn't fair if Harry dragged his best friends into a situation that didn't concern them.

Harry needed Liquid Luck so the following day, he searched everywhere for Professor Slughorn until he discovered him combining potions and testing them on alive creatures. Normally, Hermonie and Ron would be everywhere he was but the pair of them told Harry that they needed time alone as they were a couple now.

"Professor," Harry stated, Horace Slughorn looked up, "Please could I have the Liquid Luck potion."

"Why do you need it?" Slughorn questioned.

"I have an important exam," lied Harry. Slughorn nodded to show the dialogue of, 'very well,' and dawdled to his potion-stacked cupboard. He snatched the Liquid Luck potion from the middle and trudged back to Harry, the tiles made a creaking sound. Harry was given the potion and he was off. Slughorn immediately felt guilty. His guilt reminded him of when he had told Tom Riddle about the Horcruxes.

Harry's next step was to pack essential things for the mission. Not too much. In the end he had decided to pack:

• The new gift from Dumbledore

• The Liquid Luck Potion

• Harry's wand

• Also, a cute snake that he could communicate to via Parsel Tongue

Harry realised that he would need a disguise so he discovered this shop called Get Disguised. He purchased some things that would make him look nothing like Harry Potter. The boy who didn't belong to his Parents' years at Hogwarts. In the shop,

Harry had also found a book that informed others about travelling back in time and bought it. Most chapters were unhelpful but finally, he came face to face with the page. The page. It wasn't just an ordinary page: it was the page that held the answers to Harry's questions. Harry was finally ready to go attempt to save his family...

Authors Note

This is my first time-travelling fanfiction. Correct me on any spelling or grammar errors.

Feedback is important.

I will accept criticism so I know what you don't like about the story.