Harry looked over the crowd to his waiting uncle's face

Harry Potter: Returning to the Past

By: Phoenixangel

Disclaimer: No, Harry Potter and CO. are not mine, and never will be…unless I have 500 million in cash to give to JK Rowling to borrow her characters. I have no money whatsoever…whatever money I have left is in the bank. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, and I guess, also to the publishers.

Summary: The mysterious and magical Sakura Cards have somehow appeared at Harry Potter's house. Using the Time and Return Cards, will Harry manage to go back into the past to change his future? Or will he heed the warnings of Sakura and Syaoran? And what's more, will they and Harry be able to conquer Lord Voldemort?

Author's Notes: This was done last year, when the 4th book just came out…I don't know why I never posted this on ff.net, I guess it wasn't too good. But now I don't care much, so any flames, suggestions, likes/dislikes, please put in your reviews! Thank you so much!

Chapter One: An Unexpected Visit

The first thing that Harry saw as he got back to 4 Privet Drive was the ugly porky face of his cousin, Dudley, who still hadn't managed to stay on his diet. In fact, Harry noted, he seemed even larger still. "Those blueberry muffins must have added up," Harry thought, unable to hide a snort of laughter as Dudley waddled through the doorway, barely scraping through. As Dudley bent down to pick up a small miniature object that he had apparently flung out of the window, his pants ripped at the seam, revealing very unflattering pink underwear. Harry was unable to hold it in any longer and let out a large burst of laughter. "Oh, Duddiekins," Aunt Petunia called out. "Your father is home!" To Uncle Vernon, she said, "Take that dreadful boy into his room and make him stay there! I don't want to ruin my poor Duddy's day!" Harry turned his back on them and began to take great interest in his shoelaces. "Come on, boy," Uncle Vernon barked. "Up to your room!"

Harry woke up the next morning to the pitter-pat pitter-pat of rain. Or rather, to Aunt Petunia's screeching voice. "Wake up!!!" Screeched Aunt Petunia, "It's your turn to make breakfast!" Harry sighed. He couldn't write to Sirius anymore because he was hiding out at Professor Lupin's. Professor Dumbledore also mentioned someone named Figg. "Hmmm," thought Harry, "that name sounds really familiar." "Arabella Figg?" Harry wondered. Was she a witch…or a muggle? As Harry turned over these thoughts in his mind, he quietly got dressed and went down to breakfast.

After making a breakfast of pancakes and chocolate milk for himself, Harry was ready to take a bite until Dudley came trotting into the room. Dudley snatched Harry's measly slices of pancakes and crammed them all into his mouth, chewing deliciously and showing his open mouth at every bite. Harry turned away and ran outside to the backyard, oblivious that it there was a steady downpour coming from the sky above. He was angry that he was yet again, not going to be treated equally. "Of course not," thought Harry, "They've hated me the minute I was born."

Ever since Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon found out that Lily had a baby, they were sure that it would be a horrible child. Their fears were confirmed when Lily and James had died, leaving them with the baby, Harry. They treated him badly from the first day they met him, knowing that he would be one of THEM, the weird ones; the peculiar ones. And Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't want anything to do with THEM. And so they had vowed to drive every last shred of Harry's magic away from him. Unfortunately, that hadn't worked and Harry went to his wizarding school for the first time in his life when he turned eleven years old. Ever since then, they had been afraid of what he might have done, and what he could do. When Harry had told them that the escaped maniac Sirius Black was his godfather, they had been even more fearful. But that didn't stop them from giving Harry measly scraps of food and treating him horribly. "No," thought Harry, "That hadn't stopped them at all."

"They would never understand." Harry thought. "And the only one that did understand was Sirius, and I can't write to him anymore"…Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice a dark figure come swooping right at him. Harry heard something swish right past him, and turned to look. There was nothing. Swish. It was faint, but he could hear it clearly, as if the thing had gone right past his ear. He turned around slowly…and came face to face with a pair of glowing red eyes. Harry whipped his hand around for his wand, then remembered that it was up in his room. Harry turned around and ran as fast as he could to the backdoor. SLAM! Panting heavily, Harry sagged against the doorframe. He knew that Voldemort was back in his original body. But…could he come here? Dumbledore had said that an ancient magic protected him while he was in his relative's care. Did Voldemort break through that magic? Whatever it was, Harry was sure that he had to be extra careful this year. He had no extra chances anymore now that Voldemort had his blood and his mother's protection. It made him sick to the stomach to think about it. Cedric…Barty Crouch…Professor Moody. Especially Cedric. Harry blinked back tears as he thought of how Cedric had died. "Kill the spare," Voldemort had said. "Cedric didn't even know what was coming to him," Harry thought. "My mum…my dad. I wish they were here."

Over two months had passed, and Harry had seen no sign of anything peculiar except for that encounter with the strange creature. Harry's birthday was tomorrow and he was happily wondering what presents his friends had gotten him this time. The countdown had begun. As with all the rest of his birthdays, he was staying up till midnight to greet his 15th birthday. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. At the stroke of midnight, three owls flew in from Harry's window. The first was Hedwig, Harry's snowy owl. The second was Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon. Harry ducked as Pig zoomed around his room, screeching animatedly. "Keep it down!" Harry whispered. Pigwidgeon finally calmed down and dropped the letter into Harry's lap.

Hi Harry,

This is Ron…Hey, stop it! This is Fred and George Weasley, and we would like to thank you. We have finally turned Ron into a balloon! And back. Darn, Fred, why'd we do that? This is Ron again. Stop it, Pig! Hi Harry, did you have a nice summer? We are coming to pick you up tomorrow at 9 AM. But, I'm going to have a turn on the tellyfone, and we will call your Aunt and Uncle! I am sure they will be pleased. Well, look inside the package for your birthday present, I hope you like it! Hermione went to Krum's this summer. The nerve! And after I told her that he was on the opposing team! Well, see you tomorrow, and Ginny STILL likes you! Ouch! Ginny, Ouch, Ouch!!!! It was a JOKE! Ouch, I'm sorry Ginny!

The parcel contained a new Quidditch book called Loop-di-loops, and 100 versions of the Wronski Feint and a miniature version of Harry's Firebolt, much like the one he had seen at the Quidditch World Cup. Harry smiled to himself, watching as the miniature Firebolt zipped around the room.

The next letter came from Hermione. The barn owl that sent her letter also dropped an issue of the Daily Prophet into his lap.

Hi Harry,

I've been at Victor Krum's house all summer, and I guess Ron already told you, huh? Well, Ron has been kind of mad at me this summer, but I hope it blows over by the time we get to school. How are you Harry? I hope your Aunt and Uncle are treating you right. You should be extra careful this summer, Voldemort could be hiding anywhere. You would be much safer if you went outside with somebody, instead of alone. I read in a book that Voldemort may have the power to kill you this year, now that he also has your blood. I read in the Daily Prophet that Lord Voldemort has total control over the dementors now. They have gone to join his side, and many of the Azkaban convicts have been led out of jail. I hope that you will be very careful and tell Professor Dumbledore about anything strange. Well, I bought you a birthday present and I hope you like it! Have a great summer, and I'll see you at Ron's!

Hermione's present was a mysterious book with a strange insignia on the cover. "What did she buy me a book for?" Thought Harry, "Oh well, I guess she wanted me to brush up on my reading skills." But the cards weren't ordinary playing cards, they were special, in many ways. Harry saw a scrap of paper sticking out of the corner of the cards, and tugged it out, but then his attention was diverted as he heard a scratching sound coming from his other package.

The third parcel was from Hagrid—a half-giant who worked as the gamekeeper and the Care of Magical Creatures Professor—with a sloppily scrawled note attached to a rather large gift…with air holes. "Uh oh," thought Harry, Hagrid didn't send me one of his dragons did he?" He looked nervously at the package and decided to read the note first, in case the animal had any special conditions.

Hi Harry,

I bet you noticed that my present was an animal, eh? Always knew yeh'd be very careful openin' my presents. Anyway, I got yeh one of them Nufflers. Thought it'd do you a bit of good and also to perk yeh up a bit. I'm not goin' ta be here this year—on a special bus'ness fer Dumbledore—and don't yeh go lookin' for trouble, yeh hear me? Hope yeh have a very happy birthday, Harry—you deserve one after them horrible Dursleys bin' treatin' yeh poorly. Yeh'll be getting' a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher I reckon', and maybe one of them teachers will be subbin' fer me. Happy birthday, Harry.

Cheers, beers, and a bottle of rum,

Hagrid

Harry smiled as he finished Hagrid's letter and opened the box for the Nuffler. Nufflers were a fluffy kind of animal that dug into the ground for shiny objects. He had found out in his fourth year that Nufflers had a nack of searching and finding gold Galleons, as Ron's had given him an entire lapful. As he lifted his Nuffler out of the box, Harry felt a wave of contentment sweep over him. "This is even better than owning a dog!" Thought Harry laughingly. The Nuffler dug into his arms for something shiny, and came up with nothing. Harry laughed as the Nuffler looked up at him, it's eyes filled with adoration. "That's how I wish Cho would feel about me." Harry thought to himself, then banished the thought. "Cho probably never got over Cedric's death, and it was all my fault." Harry reflected. He shook his head to clear up the memories and focused on the future, not the past. Hedwig hooted anxiously and Harry looked up. Something black was covering his window, and it wasn't the curtains…

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"Syaoran-kun, how exactly did the Clow Book get to this person's house???" Sakura questioned him. They were using the Float Card for transportation and the Shield Card for invisibility, two of the four cards that didn't get stolen.

"Ehhhh…." Syaoran scratched his head.

"And WHY are we in England right now???" Kero exclaimed angrily.

"Hey! We're finally there! Now I can get my Cards back!" Sakura said triumphantly…

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Harry fingered the pink ornated cover of the strange book. "Sakura Cards?" He thought to himself. He flipped open the cover, not noticing that the magical seal clicked open as the lock broke. He flipped through the cards, "Time? Return?"

The two cards, released from the book, swirled around him…