Disclaimer: I'm just a poor college student; I don't own Harry Potter. Unfortunately, I don't own Potter Puppet Pals either :(

Harry Potter was lost.

Not that he would admit that to anyone.

It had all started with one of those infernal purple memos. Harry was just finishing up the last of his paperwork for the day when the note practically impaled his head. Of course now he wished that he had just thrown it aside and saved it for another day. Instead, he read it like a "responsible" auror who enjoys reading pointless memos should. Now, he was stuck in this horrible place, opening door after door trying to find a Mr. Darnell.

He yanked another door open only to discover yet another empty room with unmarked doors on all sides. "Son of a banshee!" he exclaimed loudly, "I hate this place!"

They did offer to send a guide for you, you know.

"I know that!" Harry remarked to the barren room.

Just because you've been here before doesn't mean that you know all of the secrets of the Department of Mysteries.

"Oh just shut up!"

You're the one who's having a conversation with yourself.

"Merlin's pants!" Harry yelled, "I'm answering my own thoughts out loud!"

You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of madness...

Harry balked. "Get me out of here!" he finally said.

He opened one last door, and immediately threw his arms up to cover his eyes. The light was blinding after spending so long in the dark, endless corridors. Harry squinted as his eyes tried to adjust to the change. Something was wrong. The light was so bright that it should have lit up the whole room, but it stopped at the doorframe. Not a single ray of light penetrated the dark room. Harry stepped closer to the door. He heard a rush of wind behind him and suddenly felt himself being pushed forward.

"Aaaaaarrrrgggghhh!"

Harry was falling.

The bright light, it turns out, was actually sunlight. The door opened onto a grassy field. The only problem was that the door happened to be several yards above the ground. Harry had just enough time to register that he was falling, to realize that his landing was going to hurt, and to hear the door slam behind him before he landed face-first on the ground.

Ow, he thought. Then the world went black.

...

Harry regained consciousness a few seconds later. At least, he thought it was a few seconds. He was lying on his stomach, and his cheek was flattened against the ground. The frame of his glasses were cutting into the side of his face, and it might have been painful if the rest of his body didn't ache from his fall. His eyelids fluttered open. He carefully stood up and brushed off his robes, making sure that nothing was broken. He checked his pockets for his wand and thankfully found it along with his invisibility cloak. Harry withdrew his wand and held it at the ready. Now that he was sure that he wasn't badly injured, he could really look at his surroundings.

He was standing in the middle of a field of grass. To his left was a forest. He shivered unconsciously, thinking of the last time he was in a place like that. In front of him and slightly to the right was a lake. If he didn't know any better, he would say that he was at Hogwarts. That was impossible, though. There were few ways of getting onto Hogwarts grounds, and none without the permission and/or knowledge of Professor McGonagall, the Headmistress. It was even impossible to use the secret passageways without detection because all the passages were sealed after the battle of Hogwarts. The school's whole security system was improved after the war. Harry turned slowly to the right and nearly fell over again. Just across the sprawling grounds was Hogwarts, itself. "This can't be happening..." Harry muttered. He looked even further to the right, and sure enough, there was Hagrid's hut.

Well, this can't be good.

Harry took the invisibility cloak from his pocket and quickly covered himself. He made sure that his feet were covered and started walking towards Hagrid's. The grounds looked almost exactly as he remembered them to be before the battle, which was strange. Nowadays, it was common to see chunks of stone and marble littered on the ground, pieces of the castle long since forgotten and covered in moss, or rough patches of dirt where the ground had been blown away, but Harry didn't see any of that here. The grounds were almost too perfect. It felt surreal, like the battle had never even happened.

He approached the window of Hagrid's hut and glanced inside. It was a relief to come across a familiar sight. Hagrid was sitting at the massive round wooden table peeling potatoes. Feeling a great sense of safety, Harry took off the invisibility cloak. If Harry could trust only one person here, it would be Hagrid. He walked around to the front of the house and knocked. He was surprised to hear not the deep booming bark that he was accustomed to hearing from Fang, but a high-pitched bark he could only assume belonged to a very small dog. "Alrigh', alrigh'. I'm comin'," Hagrid said from the other side of the door, "Come 'ere, you." There was another little bark, and then the door swung open. Hagrid stood framed in the doorway, looking just as massive as ever. In one hand he held a small black puppy that was currently gnawing on his sleeve and drooling everywhere. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Hagrid beat him to it. "Who are yeh, and what are yeh doin' 'ere?" he said harshly.

Harry was confused. "It's me, Hagrid. It's Harry," he said, "You know the chosen-boy-who-lived-to-kill-Voldemort, and all that..." This had to be some kind of joke.

Hagrid flinched violently. "don' say tha' name!" he growled, "an' I don' know who yeh are, but I have half a mind ta feed yeh to the giant squid. What are yeh doin' 'ere, eh?"

Harry took a step back, somewhat frightened for his life. "You really don't recognize me, Hagrid?"

"No, I don', an' I'm taking yeh to Dumbledore," Hagrid said. He dropped the puppy unceremoniously to the ground then reached out with a trash can lid sized hand and grabbed Harry by the collar. "It's dangerous havin' strangers wanderin' 'bout the grounds these days. Now, not a peep out of yeh, or I'll take care of you mesself."

Hagrid started to drag Harry toward the castle, but Harry was barely paying attention. His head was reeling. He could have sworn Hagrid said something about Dumbledore, but he died years ago. He would know, he was there. Hagrid must have hit his head or something. Maybe he was under attack from a wrackspurt or a crumple-horned snorkack. Yeah, that must be it, Harry thought desperately.

"Hey, Hagrid!" a voice called, "Watcha got there?"

"Never yeh mind, Black," Hagrid replied, "This is a matter of Hogwarts security."

"Didcha catch another Death Eater sneaking into your pumpkin patch, Hagrid," a slightly familiar voice said.

Hagrid flushed. "Tha' was an hones' mistake, I'm telling yeh! Those kids should know to stay away from me pumpkins."

"Well they do now." Harry knew that voice. With a great effort, he pulled himself out of his thoughts and focused on the two boys in front of Hagrid and himself. One was tall with dark, casually styled hair and grey eyes. The other one was slightly shorter and had hazel eyes, round glasses, and horrifically messy black hair.

Oh crap...

Harry felt his knees give out, and for the second time that day, the world went black.

A/N: Hello any wonderful readers I might have! I know the whole Harry goes back in time and meets his parents thing is kind of cliche, but I really wanted to write a story like this. Whenever I read these stories, I always find myself thinking how I would write them, so I wrote one myself. Please review and let me know what you think so far. Let me know of any mistakes I made or ways I could improve the story. Thanks for reading :)