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Chapter One

"Boy!" Vernon called. "You are to stay outside the house all day today, do you hear me? My parents are coming and they are not to see you."

"Yes, Uncle Vernon."

Harry had not been allowed breakfast today, but knew better than to say anything. He decided to walk to the park. Unfortunately, Dudley found him with his gang of friends. He ran, but they managed to herd him into a dead end alley when he forgot to pay attention to his surroundings. Then there was a peculiar squeezing sensation and he blacked out from hitting his head on a familiar chimney.

A few hours later he woke up and remembered. He double checked his counterparts memories to find the date and discovered that, as he thought, he was currently eight. It was July of 1988, so Luna should've awoken a few months ago in March when Pandora Lovegood died in an explosive enchanting experiment. Neville should join them when Algernon drops him off the pier next month. The twins should already be in Gryffindor when they wake up after a potions experiment that went wrong in their first year.

Now I just need to follow the plan and trust the others to follow through on their ends. It's a good thing the Dursleys sent me out today after all. He grinned. "Accio Dudley's pocket money." He whispered. The money sailed into view and into his waiting hands, just enough for a ticket to London. He immediately set off for the station and bought a ticket for Charing Cross Station. The next train will be leaving in five minutes. Perfect. He smirked and slipped into an empty compartment, grateful he'd missed the morning rush.

Unfortunately, since he could only remember that it was toward the end of the month and not the exact date, Luna had probably waited for him for quite awhile. Though he had apologized profusely at the time and said it could have been the beginning of August instead, but he thought it was July. I was right, though I'm sorry you had to wait so long Luna love. Fortunately, Luna said it would be easy to slip past her father whenever necessary. He's always trusted her and let her make her own decisions which could only be a boon in the present circumstances. The twins will have it the worst with that harridan mother of theirs. They'll certainly be putting all their pranking experience to good use on their family when they get the chance. Neville has his own plans on how to deal with his family now that they know about Dumbledore's involvement.

As the train pulled out of the station, Harry let himself drift off. He jerked awake from a nightmare, no not a nightmare, a memory when the train whistle blew signaling their arrival. He walked to the bench by platform five and asked the misty-eyed blonde, "Are there any nargles you need me to get rid of?"

She turned around and smiled. "Not yet. Though there are some miffleberry blighters you could help me find."

"Oh? And what might those be?"

"They make people forget their friends and act out of greed or selfishness."

His eyes teared up as he replied. "We'll deal with them. Together."

"Together." She agreed with a pained smile and handed him the bag on her lap.

"Thank you." He smiled in understanding and headed for the bathroom. The muggle-wizard hybrid dye the twins designed worked well and he reappeared with dark red hair and purple colored contacts. The powder blue waistcoat, caramel undershirt, and navy slacks fit well thanks to the resizing charm, as did his new comfortable shoes. He slipped on his old fashioned jacket over everything and asked, "How do I look?"

"Ready for Gringotts." They nodded to each other and parted ways, not wanting anyone to note their association quite yet.

Harry walked toward the Leaky Cauldron and was lucky enough to slip into Diagon Alley behind an oblivious Dedalus Diggle. Nostalgia struck him seeing the hustle and bustle of the Alley when the inhabitants weren't afraid of the latest Dark Lord as he strode to Gringotts. Harry recognized Griphook, but avoided his line and waited for the more trustworthy Pinewhistle instead. Currently, Pinewhistle was very low in the goblin hierarchy unlike he was when Harry first met him, but that was about to change.

Once it was his turn Harry stepped up and quietly and discretely whispered. "I'd like to report two thieves, possibly three, to Gringotts."