I'm what back in time full story.

I'm what? Back in Time?

Chapter 1 getting blasted to the past

Any witch or wizard wanting to cause harm to Harry Potter wouldn't be able to get near Privet Drive to hurt him in anyway. There were wards all over the place to ensure it. His aunt and uncle took him in, and for that, they think he should be grateful. He is treated like a house elf: he cooks their meals, does all the chores, cleans the house, mows the lawn; sometimes he loved doing it, sometimes not, the sun had been bad this year. The Dursleys were out all the time, that included Harry but not to play, no. He had never been allowed to play. He has never been able to be a kid, and now there was no way; he was, after all, number one on the Dark Lord's hit list. It had been sixteen years he had been after him, and fifteen years since he lost his parents to that bastard that calls himself the Dark Lord Voldemort. He sometimes has visions of him.

Harry had changed over the summer, he was no longer scrawny. He had got a job at a Gardner called "Green Fingers", the guys were all pretty friendly. When he had gotten his wages, he had gone shopping; that is exactly what he was doing.

He went into Sport Soccer and asked the clerk for help, and told her the truth.

"Hey, erm... I'm Harry I, uh... need help getting new clothes. My aunt always gave me my cousins cast offs. I got a job, and would like to have my own clothes now; I do a gardening job, so some not too expensive stuff, they will get ruined and some expensive stuff ...you know shirts and that, I even need new boxers," said Harry going red.

The clerk had at first looked at him as if he were a beggar; when he explained his aunt gave him is cousins clothes, it went to pity. And he had a job gardening, she thought well, that explains the mud and dirt, anyway and she smirked when he went red with embarrassment.

"That's ok; Harry, is it?" at Harry's nod she continued, "We will see what we can get you." With that said she brought him to the shirt section. He chose five of them a size bigger than he is, seven t-shirts, vests, shorts, trousers, jeans, crop ones, shoes, boots and trainers all, "size seven thanks." In twenty minutes, she had them for him, along with new hats, caps! And three pairs of sunglasses; green, blue and black, then he went up to the clerk and she ran through the price.

"Two hundred and eleven pound please," she said he handed over the money she asked for and gave the woman who helped him forty pound and said, "Here, thanks for helping me. I'd have been a disaster at this if not for you, and thanks for not judging me. I was a pretty bad mess; just finished work, you know, it's only a summer job; I'm still at school"

Picking up his heavy bags he set off home, leaving a very astounded clerk in his wake. It's not everyday someone gives you forty pounds for helping them with a smile. She went for a break and for once she realized that she would have got nothing if she had said anything. She was going to tell him to get out and call him a stupid beggar. She was glad she hadn't and promised not to judge anyone ever again, shaking her head to get out of her thoughts.

Harry went home and went for a walk round a community that he hadn't been round. There was a gym. More than that, one of the guys from work was there too. They call him 'Flash' from his lightning bolt of course his partner didn't know it was him so he went up and asked,

"Hey you ignoring me?" he asked Brian with a smirk

Of course Brian stuttered for five minutes Harry looked totally different in his new clothes "Wow, Flash; like the new look."

"Cheers" he played a boxing game with Brian, which he enjoyed till his cousin came in and goes, "What you doing in here you freak?"

Then Harry smirked and goes, "Hello Dudders, nice to see ya... or will I call you pumpkin like Aunt Petunia does." everyone laughed.

"I see were you get your clothes from now," Harry snorted.

"Tell me about it. My new clothes aren't getting wasted when Dudders clothes don't fit him anymore. You know Dud we have a lot more in common than you think. If you didn't listen to your dad, I could show you lots of new things."

Dudley stood dumbstruck at what he was told. He knew that he was talking about magic. He was really only scared because of his dad was. He wanted to know what it was like to be a wizard. He just nodded his head and since then, they came to the club together, and Dudley ended up getting a job at the gardening place too.

Every time they went to the gym they beat everyone. They were a great tag team and they beat even the huge guys.

Dudley had stopped bullying the kids and got to know them better.He stopped hanging around with Piers and Malcom, and he studied magic instead. He was in such a bad mood one day he accidentally blew up his lamp and he waited with his cousin, shitting himself in case he got expelled; but no letter came, and Harry decided you could do wandless magic and not get detected. Apparently, underage magic was only detected when you used your wand, unless you do it in front of people who don't know you're a wizard. So, Dudley knew it was nothing.

He and Dudley were having the time of their lives. Their rooms were like common rooms. Harry's room was green and blue and Dudley's was too. They were fantastic, and Dudley got rid of lots of his toys and stuff he had broken. For that Harry had a drummer set brought in and put silencing spells around the room so no one would hear the banging, and got new guitars and a keyboard as well; all by magic.

Dudley loved it, he practically got anything he wanted. Apart from food, that is. He was having that much fun with magic and that he had lost all his weight. He was nearly as skinny as Harry, and they both had muscle; and most bizarre thing of all,. his aunt had apologized for being the way she was.

"You see, I lost my sister to that world; it was uncle Vernon who put you there. I gave you all the food I could. Do you remember the crisps and juice? I tried as best I could to convince him to let you out. I thought getting you to slave away and be in the cupboard would squash the magic out of you. I wanted you to be normal. That Headmaster, he is manipulative; he told us not to let you know of your world and not treat you like the savior you were. It was like a spell. I broke it, but Vernon didn't. I'm a squib. I have some magic; our parents were squibs too. I loved her, and don't think you're freaks. I've got to, or the headmaster will put that spell on again. Remember when I hit you then stopped? It was then I broke it."

Harry felt his world come out from underneath his feet; "Harry, calm down! Flash, calm down," Dudley had stuck with that nickname for Harry, too. It suited him. He worked under the name last name Evans anyway, and Dudley never corrected them. He had told Dudley his reasons one day.

FLASHBACK

"Must be cool in the Wizarding world doing all this." said Dudley as Harry levitated a transfiguration book to him, letting him choose anything he wanted of his to study.

Harry said, "It's usually cool in the Wizarding world. I don't usually get to sit about for hours." So he told him about the Wizarding world – "Hogwarts is a huge castle," he told Dud as he took out his Wizarding photos. "Ron, the red head, I met on the train and we became instant best friends. Once we were inside the castle, we entered the hall, and it had an enchanted night sky. It's beautiful. We get sorted into houses there is; Hufflepuff for loyalty, Ravenclaw for people whom love to read, Slytherin for people who want to prove themselves. People say they're evil but they're not (surprising Snape whom was listening to them talk) and Gryffindor for people whom are brave. I think some say they are stupid, and call us dorks. I was meant to be a Slytherin, but I asked the hat not to because I was, unfortunately, stupid enough to believe everything I was told. Not that I can change it now. The Gryffindors are biased and don't go beyond their lion's den. We have won the house cup for the passed five years because Dumbledore always had something to award us points but Slytherins were meant to have won. I would say it was unfair to give them at the last minute, but I'm the "golden boy". I'm not supposed to care, as the 'golden boy'. My dad was James Potter, ; he was Head Boy, and Quidditch Captain, that's a sport played on brooms, oh it's annoying all right! I can't do anything without them telling me my dad would be proud. My dad was like you Dudley,; he took everything for granted, and got everything on a silver platter. I don't know if he stopped or not. I saw a memory. I thought Dumbledore was keeping something from me so I went into his pensive. I watched my dad bully people coz my godfather Sirius was bored and Lupin sat in the background and pretended it never happened. Stupid twit! The whole Wizarding world think I live as a Prince; they have no idea I spent ten years having the cupboard under the stairs as a bed room and getting hit when your dad was bored..."

Sev gasped he was truly baffled. He eavesdropped even more wanting to know more.

"...And doing all the cooking I even showed the house elves a new dish; the chicken with sauce in it..." that was him thought Sev as he continued to listen that was brilliant that chicken is my favorite Hm... Wonder what else he can cook

"A house elf is a servant, but its wrong that they get hit. I freed Dobby from Malfoy, who hit Dobby constantly. He was the one who caused the chamber of secrets to happen. The book, a diary, I put it in a sock and gave it to Malfoy and he gave it to Dobby. I told him to open it. It was funny. He tried to kill me; he had started the incantation for the killing curse, Avada Kedavra, then Dobby shouted, "You shall not harm Harry Potter," and then the elf did some brilliant wand less magic and blasted it at him. He went flying down the stairs; it was bloody wicked. He kept on saying thanks. I went into the Wizarding world knowing nothing. I couldn't read the books I had 'because uncle Vernon locked them up which sucked. I came knowing nothing. I read all the books still not knowing anything then I went to classes. My first day was bloody hectic. I went to potions, similar to chemistry, its dead useful, especially dreamless sleeping potion. The professor asked me a lot of questions, and I didn't know anything. I felt a right freak, like uncle Vernon always told me. I was. beginning to believe I was good for nothing, then I read lots of books. He never asked me any questions again; he believes I love the fame, so does everyone. They don't even know the real me. Never had I been on a broom before; I felt free. I wasn't Harry bloody Potter or anyone. I was free up in the air. I thought I would fit but I didn't. I went from being ignored to being in the limelight. I hated it but I loved the Wizarding world. It's a shame know one knows the real Harry, like you and the guys. Here, I am just Harry. Here, I don't know why I went to the Wizarding world, to be honest; maybe 'because my parents would like me to do so. Anyway..."

Bloody hell he's abused. A cupboard? Thought Snape

"...Dumbledore knew. I always begged not to come back here. He's a skilled legillimens; he would have known as soon as he saw me. He didn't want me to know, and didn't want me to be happy. Like Aunt Petunia said, he put a spell on them but Aunt fought it off, Uncle having no magic couldn't. So I came to the Wizarding World, Kind nice headmaster being nice; what would I do if I had a problem,? Go to him? I'll say, very Slytherin! I've known since third year..."

What kind of spell? There's no way! He would never, oh god I've agreed with a Potter, how Slytherin; 'bout time he realized he was just a chess peace and being manipulated..."

"...He gave me my dad's invisibility cloak saying "'Use it well"' I sneaked a newly hatched dragon, yes they exist, Hagrid had it, and we had to ask Charlie to come get it to put it in a colony for dragons. Charlie works with dragons in Romania, he's cool. The coolest of the Weasley's, they all have ginger hair. We got detention, thank god the dragon was gone or we would have been in shit and so would Hagrid. We got detention in the dark forest and fifty house points taken each; me, Ron and 'Mione were hated and shunned by the Gryffindors."

"Why? It's only points,?" said Dudley.