Chapter One

Discrediting: I am obviously not blonde, or old enough to be the writer of Harry Potter. But I am the writer of this fanfiction story.

Many used to wonder about the childhood of a boy. A simple boy. The Boy-Who-lived. The Chosen One. Basically; Harry James Potter was the boy that was on the citizen's thoughts when hearing about magic. Yes magic. It was real, hiding behind invisable walls that repelled muggles from the midst of their crowds. Wizards and Witches hid from Muggles- non magical beings- for one reason; fear. They may not admit it, but it was the truth. Back in time, long ago, muggles would burn witches alive if found out. Normally it wasn't any problem, simply an annoyance. Then came the development of technology, and the development of the ratio of 1 to 100 magic beings to muggles. It is with fear of being killed off, that the magical world hides in obvious areas of the world, charmed behind brick walls and the like.

This is not what our dear story is about. No, it is about this boy; Harry. He was a small child. Abnormally small and fragile for his age of only seven years. His cello-taped black-rimmed glasses hung losely on the tip of his nose, hiding his very bright, heart-piercing emerald-green eyes. They were dark orbs of color that made you think "Avada Kedavra" the minute you saw them. It was like seeing death and heaven in those eyes. An old pair of eyes for a young child...

Harry, you see, lived under the stairs of number four Privet Drive, in a cupboard. A dark and damp, cramped, little place with a single bare bulb swinging from the 'ceiling'. A padlock on the outside of the 'room' and a small matress inside. Shelves filled with broken figurines that young Harry managed to save from his cleaning and chores. His older cousin, Dudley Dursley, was too spoiled to notice anything ever gone... except maybe food. What was worse than his spoiled, overly large, cousin, was his Aunt and Uncle...

With that, our story starts it's long journey for our protagonists...

Sitting there, it felt like the only thing to do in this dark cupboard. The small boy just sat there unconsciously rubbing his small knobby legs as he thought about today's events. It had gone well but despite that his Uncle still had whipped him and literally threw him inside the cupboard once more. It was summer vacation starting tomorrow and Harry would never get to escape hell now until School started in 2 months.

He listened as the Telly in the living room blared out crashing sounds from Dudley's favorite show called Tom and Jerry from America. Harry thought about his life with his so-called family. They had beaten him, starved him, and had told him he was a worthless little freak of nature. Those words exactly…

Was he really a freak? It was not the little boy's fault that he could not control his outbursts of extraordinary magic power, though he was oblivious to the amount of power. He didn't even know about his parents' deaths, the man who killed them, or the magic world. Sure there was a fellow stranger who would shake his hand here and there, freaking the small boy out when the apparated away.

You must be thinking, how such a curious little one could survived with out an answer of his parents' deaths. When he had asked his guardians, he was told quite frankly how they "died in a car crash, his father drunk." and how they wished he had gone with them. But all Harry had got from that eventful night, was the lightning bolt cursed scar on the top of his forehead, between his brows. His messy black hair, looking wind-struck, was covering it up from time to time. He wore overly large clothing, two sizes or so bigger than he could even make it. Harry was so small, he'd be mistaken for a small child or a little one. Normally this blocked Harry's attempts at running away... but today, it would be his advantage.

He was going to run away, even if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

He had planned it all for the past two weeks. All he had to do now, was put his plan in to action...

But that plan wouldn't be put in to action until that day awaited... And wait he did. His time had come with in a month later after his planning.

"BOY!" roared Vernon Dursley, a large beefy man.

"Yes sir." stated Harry in a flat tone that stated nothing of how he felt. He was never allowed to show his emotiones. No, that would only result in a blow to his head with a heavy object... as always.

"You have better not touch ANYTHING that belongs to us, normal people, or you will regret it. I want all those chores completed by the time we get home tomorrow evening, you freak." Dursley grounded out, smacking the boy harshly on the head. Harry made no noise, mearly winced and nodded.

"Yes sir." said Harry in that same flat tone. He watched Dursley and his shrimpy aunt head for the car, Dudley wobbling his fat pig belly outside and squeezing in to the car like some overgrown baby banging its small fist on anything it could. Harry sighed and immediately set his plan in to action. First step; supplies.

Digging in to a piggy bank upstairs, Harry was able to achieve $50 in muggle cash. He went to the toy room and pulled out the smallest clothes he could find. He found a good fit, immediately blushing when he recalled that Dudley had worn those set of outfits when he was around the age of two to three years. Harry sighed once more and slipped in to them, noticing the difference in what age it was. They were dark-forest green overalls with gold buttons to latch onto. Under the overalls was a long sleeved white shirt that Harry had found. He slipped on a baseball cap from the stash, and tied on some baby shoes. Harry could not help but feel ashamed at his weight and size. He was wearing baby clothes from Dudley... then again, his cousin was fat and large like a baby whale, so Harry didn't feel all that bad.

Harry went to Dudley's room and stole a spiral and muggle pencil, along with the bear Dudley had stolen from him. Mrs. Figgs had given him the bear when he was three, telling him how she decided to get him the bear, so he had something from her. She didn't know that she had been the one to give him his first present, and his first toy. It had been from Christmas, his first gift he could ever remember. Harry glared at the picture of his fat loaf of a cousin that sat innocently on the nightstand. Therefore, he was surprised when the picture burnt to ashes all of a sudden. Harry stared at it in horror. Did he just do that....?

Harry then remembered what he had to be doing, and continued his plan. No use standing there in shock, when he had plans to continue. He stole Dudley's kindergarten backpack and ran to the kitchen, stealing a couple of granola bars and delicious snacks he had never gotten to try. He went to the cupboard and took hold of his old blanket, stuffing it in to the backpack. He grinned, before pulling out the bear, and closing the door to Privet Drive. With that, he began to walk.

It wasn't until an hour later, that we find young Harry settling himself under a tree, watching others play. To make it look less suspicious, he played around with the teddy. If a lady came up to him, he'd say in a very heavily child-like accent, to the best of his abilities from listening to Dudley talk to adults, that "his mommy had told him to be a good boy and wait here for her." The ladies would smile and return, though she would still watch him. It wasn't until 30 minutes later that Harry had gotten up from his spot and walked away from the park that he had been at.

"Ah! Little boy!" shouted a woman, obviously figuring out he was about to leave. Harry paled, becoming desperate. He did not want to go to the Dursleys. He'd be dead if he was returned! No! He could not go back to them!!!!

Suddenly, a greenish glow, almost blue but it was hard to tell, emitted itself inside Harry, feeling like he was being pulled in all directions. Harry scrunched up his face in pain and closed his eyes. When he unclosed his glamoured blue eyes, which replaced his usual green; he had done all this before leaving.... he was somewhere that seemed vaguely familiar to him... It felt like... home...?

"How'd I get here?" Harry questioned himself, hugging the bear to his chest tightly and making sure he still had everything. He looked around in fear before he heard a rush of wind and with a slam, something knocked in to him, causing Harry to cry out. Harry bit his lip, a habit of his to keep from crying, and looked straight at a large.... beastly dog.

"FANG! FANG!" bellowed a louder voice than Uncle Vernon's. Harry frozed, paled, and shivered as he tried to hide behind the dog in fright.

"Ah there yer are Fang... whatcha got there behind yer back?" said the largest man Harry had ever seen! Harry whimpered and shook in absolute fear. This man was going to squash him to death! He was sure of it.

"Ah, hello there little fella." said the overly large man. Harry looked up, scared out of his wits at the size of the gigantic man.

"P-Please d-don't-t e-eat m-me-e mis-ster." stuttered Harry, shaking harder with every second passing by. He jumped when he felt himself being lifted up. For crying out loud, he fit in to the man's PALM. Was he really small or was the man really huge, Harry could not tell.

"What's yer name?" the man asked in a booming voice that echoed into Harry's little 7-year-old ears.

"J-Jamie." stuttered Harry, remembering the name he had created during his plans that he had mapped out. He had wanted to call himself Jamie Evans. Jamie after his father James, and Evans from his mother's maiden name. How did he know their names, you ask? Well, Harry had done his research, if looking at a picture of them in the attic counted.

"Well Jamie, what were yea doing out on the grounds alone?" asked Hagrid, smiling warmly as if to ease the small boy of his fears, Unfortunately 'Jamie' did not become reassured by the simple smile.

"I-I got-t l-lost." stammered Harry, shaking uncontrollably. What would he do if this man found out he was Harry Potter, and decided to send him back to the Dursleys. No, he couldn't go back.

"Where do yea come from?" asked Hagrid this time, starting to walk back to his hut. Hagrid, even in his own pace, seemed to realized the boy was afraid. Hagrid stood in his place, studying the small boy.

"How old are yea?" Hagrid asked, curiousity overriding him.

"Four." lied Harry, using the age he thought suited him best. Hagrid chuckled gently.

"Well then, Jamie. Why don't yea come with me to me hut and chat." Hagrid said, walking once more towards his hut. Harry studied the little home. It was like a cottage. A round circular house with brown bricks. A chimney with greyish blobs of smokey clouds floating out. The surrounding indicated that Hagrid's hut was partially built on a hill. A pumpkin patch surrounded the hut as well. Harry couldn't help but feel a... sort of... indescribeable feeling towards the hut. In another sense... It was... Homey.

Harry wondered what were to happen if he told Hagrid the truth. Would he take him back? Surely not!

Only time would tell. Only time would see if Harry learned to trust Hagrid easily. Yes... only time would tell.

Author's Note!

Tada! This first chapter of Timetravel Childhood. This is based off of my rewritten version and will be completely resketched. Though the two stories are one and the same, this one will show my obvious new changes in writing as I move on. My English AP class is finally picking up with the writing unit, and I am sketching out this story's plot. So I hope you enjoy it.

As for Hagrid's choice of words. I couldn't make Hagrid Language, so I came up with a mix of my own accent being Texan. Hope that gave it some character. I am with out a beta, and if you think I need one, please tell me. I'm known as the typo queen at school.

On a different note; all stories were abandoned and are being all rewritten or changed around to a different path. It makes it easier on me. A few weeks after my last update, I recieved a head injury and lost a few well placed memories. My computer was busted and I received a new one. So of course, I'm using my old chapters to read and have to rewrite everything. I hope this helps now! Thank you to my friends who gave me a full edited review of every chapter for each story and I'll start trying my best to get this story done, fast and neatly done to you all!