A/N: I am getting tired of not being able to find any decent fics anymore, so I decided to write what I wanted to read. Side note, I am taking a bit of inspiration from Whiskey Time Travel by Sapper One.

Chapter One: The Gray Monkey

Harry Potter has decided that fate hates him. He is sitting slumped over in the Hogs Head with a glass of fire whiskey in his hand. This is not an unusual sight to see, Harry has gone here nearly every day since it happened. Well, in 2014 it is a normal sight, but in 1975 Harry looks quite odd. His blue dragon skin cloak and boots set him apart well enough without his gray hair swallowing his young-looking face. His mere presence putting anyone sensitive to magic on edge as there is something strange about his magic, very powerful, but very strong.

Harry holds up his glass to Aberforth. Abe sighs and pulls the bottle out and just slides the whole thing over to Harry, which he grabs and takes a deep swig of. He doesn't know how he got sent back in time, but it has only been making his struggles harder than before. The few people he could count on are back in the future. Ginny, Ron, Luna, Neville, and Hermione. He takes a deep drink from his bottle before setting it back down.

Harry feels jolts his head up and suddenly jumps up and spins around towards the door, bringing the whole pub to look at him. Soon though everyone's eyes are drawn to the door as it burst open and five men in black robes and pale white mask walk in. The tallest one in the front begins to speak, "We are here on behalf of Lord Volde-"

"I would advise you leave." Harry interrupts, his robes and hair billowing as he allows his magic to let loose, giving the feeling of a heavy blanket on everyone in the room. A red and gold glow shines around his person, making him look almost like he is on fire.

The man in front sneers and speaks, "Who dares to interrupt me? You will be the first to die."

"The name is Harry. Although, that whole dying thing doesn't seem to stick for me, but you're welcome to try."

The man raises his wand, "Av-" before the man can even get out the first syllable he is suddenly turned into a rabbit when Harry snaps his fingers. Harry follows this up by jumping and kicking a fatter death eater in the chest with an audible crunch going around the room as he breaks the man's sternum in half. As two other men throw cutting charms at him he easily throws up two shields, reflecting them back at the men, cutting off their wand hands. With only one man left Harry turns to him. "So, I'll give you a chance to just give up." He says as he pulls out two wands and points both of them at the man.

"I-I give up." The final death eater says in a squeaky voice as he raises his hands and drops his wand.

Harry sighs and looks down at him, "Shame, I wanted to have some more fun." He says before using his two wands and pulling the four men to a pillar in the middle of the room and tying them up with some conjured rope. He flicks the wand in his right hand and stops the bleeding on the two men whose hands he cut off.

He sits back down at the bar, the whole ordeal taking little more than thirty seconds. He picks up the rabbit that was hiding under the bar and freezes him with Petrificus Totalus and setting him down on the counter. Every eye in the pub is on him. He takes another swig of the bottle before looking up at Abe. "How much do I owe you for the bottle?" he asks the older man.

"Don't worry about it son, it's on me." Abe says with a grunt.

Harry nods and goes to take another drink out of the bottle only to sigh and set it back down. He turns around in his chair and a few seconds later the doors open once again, and Dumbledore walks in, wand out, along with two aurors, one of which looks oddly familiar. All three of them freeze at the sight of the four bound men. 'What happened her Abe?" Dumbledore asks calmly. Abe merely grunts and nods his head at Harry.

Harry is looking at Dumbledore with an odd expression on his face, this being the first time he saw the man since the train station. Harry sighs and decides to go along with it. "A couple of Death Eaters came in here trying to make some trouble, and I made sure that they didn't get a chance to do that." He says calmly, looking straight into Dumbledore's eyes, allowing the man the pierce his mind, but only letting him see the fight before pushing him out. The old man's eyes sparkle curiously.

The young redheaded and strangely familiar auror speaks up, "Y-you're saying you took out four death eaters on your own? You don't have a single scratch on you!"

Harry grins at the girl "Five. I fought five of them." He says, picking up the stiff rabbit.

"He is telling the truth Miss Bones." Dumbledore says matter of factly, causing the young auror to look at him in shock.

Harry stands up and walks forward and hands the rabbit to the male auror. "Take care of that rabbit, he seemed to be the leader of this little party." The young man nods and takes the rabbit and walks to the other death eaters, and nearly throws up when he notices that two of them are missing their hands. "So, I assume you want to ask me about your little band of heroes then Dumbledore?" he says with a grin.

Dumbledore allows surprise to grace his face for a moment before quickly returning to his normal sage appearance, "Perhaps it would be best to discuss this elsewhere." He says calmly, glancing at the two young aurors. "Please let Mad-eye know that I am taking care of this man, with my authority as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot." He says before leading Harry out of the pub before quickly grabbing Harry and apperating.