Chapter 1

The Meeting

'I can't believe she's with Dean,' Ron groaned, 'How could she give up on Harry, he is single now.'

Harry zoned out the rest of the conversation, lost in thought. Ginny wasn't Ron's little sister anymore. She had grown up and was a pretty, smart, strong and vibrant young lady. Especially after the incident with Cho, he had very much noticed Ginny. 'Just my luck' he thought to himself, 'right when I find the perfect girl, I screw things up.'

His sour mood improved after the show of affection from his friends and the order with the talk they had with his relatives at Kings Cross, but the car ride home brought it back full force. He had lost so much in his short life, seen so much evil and felt a lot of pain, now here he was stuck with his uncaring relatives again, at one of the most depressing times of his existence. Life was cruel to him he felt. Aunt Petunia kept giving him dirty looks while Dudley ignored him completely. The ride would have been bearable if only he had to deal with that, but Uncle Vernon took offense at the way he was threatened at the station, and took pleasure in reassuring Harry that he would do as 'He bloody well pleased' in his own house, little bits of spit flying from his mouth as he ranted.

Harry tried to listen half-heartedly so as not to anger his uncle more, but he was tiring of it. Blah, blah, 'do as I say, blah, 'if you know what's good for you', blah, and more such nonsense passed along the long trip to Little Whining. Harry found himself pleading for traffic to move along, or get out of the way to make the trip as fast as possible. Normally he would just stare blankly out the window not really seeing the scenery they passed, but this time we was paying attention, trying to will other cars to move, or make lights change quicker to shorten the tirade his uncle was spewing.

This was the reason Harry noticed someone in all black attire in the alleyway a few blocks from Privet Drive. His heart started racing, was he wearing robes? He looked out the back glass but the figure had moved into the alley out of sight, and then just as Harry turned around another black clad figure caught his attention in his peripheral vision. He quickly looked to his right, that was definitely a cloak, but was that a mask? The face was hidden but a small hint of white seemed to be peeking out form under the hood.

Harry's hands felt sweaty, surely death eaters couldn't have gotten this close to his home. Harry's eyes kept darting to and fro, looking for death eaters, his hand gripping his wand tightly where it was stuck in his waistband. But it couldn't have been a death eater, the order would have noticed one this close to privet drive, surely they would. The wards should keep them safe, but how far did the wards protect them, wasn't he attacked last summer just a couple blocks from home.

Harry's heart started beating faster, and his eyes searched franticly, hope that it was just a play of his imagination building in his chest. Soon they were parked in the driveway, Aunt Petunia and Dudley already headed towards the house, Uncle Vernon helping Harry carry his trunk and cage in quickly less the neighbors see something strange. Everything seemed fine till they entered the house, the quietness was the first thing that alerted him to danger, Dudley wasn't whining about food or the television. Harry looked quickly around and noticed that Dudley and Aunt Petunia were staring into the kitchen, seemingly frozen in place. Harry moved into the hall and followed their gaze, and his heart felt as if it leapt from his chest. Sitting at the kitchen table was Voldemort himself. Harry's wand was in his hand before he realized he had reached for it, but all Voldemort did was slowly lay his wand on the other side of the table.

'Please join me, Harry, I think we need to talk.'

'AVADA KEDAVRA!'

Harry screamed, all the rage, anger, grief, emptiness, all the things he hated about his life, all because of this creature sitting before him boiled to the surface as he pushed the emotions into the spell. A huge green flame burst from his wand, Harry barely acknowledged Voldemort's eyes snap open widely as the spell flew at him faster than he could move, but in his rage, his aim was off, and his spell hit the table instead, it was vaporized instantly. Harry's scar exploded in pain, blood already seeping from the newly reopened scar. Harry fell to his knees, sure he was now going to die, but the pain began to recede, and when he could again open his eyes, Voldemort was standing in front of him holding his wand and Harry's.

'I would most likely be dead or torn from my body again, had that spell hit me.' He almost sounded impressed. 'Now Potter, the ministry and that damned full old man will be here soon, we don't have long. For too many years you have been a thorn in my side. Every time I get close to you, you slip away or foil my plans. I told you once I could give your parents back, but that was a lie, of course, but now, I have a different option for you. What if I could offer a way to change the way things happened on that Halloween night in 1981? Would you listen to me now?'

Harry's scar had become just a slight irritation now, mostly from being this close to Voldemort, and his mind was numb at what he was hearing, could they really change the past, what would happen to the now. This was almost too much for him, not this after losing Sirius. He looked into the cold red eyes, the evil was there, but he also saw pain, and something else as well. Harry stared deep into those eyes, yes something else, and it was fear. Voldemort was afraid of Harry, or more to the point, fear of Harry's power, 'power he would know not.' He shrugged his shoulders and moved to his feet, walking slowly into the living room and dropping hard into Uncle Vernon's favorite chair. Voldemort followed, handing Harry his wand and sitting opposite on the couch. He cast a few spells at the doors and windows then turned back to Harry.

'My servants can't enter the wards, but they will slow the order and ministry down to give us time.'

'My blood,' Harry blurted out, 'you can enter the wards because you used my blood to remake your body.'

Voldemort looked at him with hatred, but also a little something close to admiration, 'Yes Potter, your blood runs thru my veins, and so the wards don't affect me. Now, we don't have much time, so here is the plan. I have found a very ancient spell, one that with enough power could send something back in time. I have used magic to write a message to past self, written in parseltounge so that my past self will know that it is genuine, and so that you will be able to see I am being truthful.'

He then pulled out a bundle of parchment, handing it to Harry. At first it looked like scribbling, nonsense, then more in his mind, Harry began to understand the words, hearing a slight hissing tone to his mind's voice as he read it. It was long, but basically told of what would happen if he attacked baby Harry, how he lost his body and was less than a ghost for over a decade. It mentioned how Harry had continued to stop him, but no details of how. The last part only said to leave the Potter's, all of them alone until they posed a real threat to him, not just a possible threat one day. Harry's mind began to dream of a life with his parents, growing up in a house like the Weasly's, filled with love and laughter. Voldemort broke him from his daydreaming, 'We don't have much time Potter!'

'Ok I'll do it, but I want you to add a message to the end, Peter must die for betraying my parents! And I want to send a message to my mum and dad as well!' Harry's face showed no emotions as he said all this. Voldemort seemed to be thinking about it, until they heard shots and could see spells being fired outside, he cursed then conjured a quill and quickly added a new section to the parchment, allowing Harry to read it as he magically changed it to parselmouth. He then conjured another parchment and handed the quill to Harry to let him scribble some lines to his parents. Harry wrote quickly, realizing from the battle outside that for this to work, if it worked, they would have to be quick.

'Now to deliver this, we will need to both cast the spell at the parchment, our brother wands, and the fact that both of us are the most powerful wizards alive currently,' noticing Harry's look he added, 'you might not believe it, but besides the old fool, you are the only wizard as powerful as I am Potter. Now as I said, our combined power, along with the brother wands, should send the parchment back to the time just before my past self attacked Godric Hollow.'

Harry listened intently memorizing the incantation and the very simple wand movement, he swallowed a few times, many voices in his head arguing. The Hermione in his head was saying this couldn't be done, Ron was telling him not to believe it, it was a trick, just get the hell out of there and then Ginny's voice was there. Hers drowned out the rest, and in the end he realized it was her he would miss the most if this worked. Somewhere along the way, he realized, he really needed her. Her voice was calm, but commanding. All it said was 'If it will give you life full of love, then its worth it.' He swallowed one more time then nodded his head, on the count of three they both incanted the spell and the beams of grey light hit the parchment.

At first nothing happened, but then the parchment began to sort of fade, like becoming semi-transparent and the beams connected began to radiate gold as phoenix song filled the room. The golden glow grew outward encompassing both he and Voldemort, but also a very stunned Aunt Petunia. The entire room, or really anything in the golden glow began to fluctuate, outside the glow, everything became hazy, then turned into a blur of grey and black smoke, or mist. Then just as suddenly the mist cleared and they were in a living room of another house, with two people staring open mouthed at them. One was a man with very messy black hair and glasses, the other a very beautiful woman with long red hair.

Aunt Petunia screamed and almost passed out, 'Harry, what did you do, was this suppose to happen?'

James and Lily Potter were almost speechless as they looked at someone they both realized was their son, grown into a young man, facing what could only be described as a monster, with an older astonished Petunia Dursley looking on.

A/N next chapter meet the Potters, well sortof.