A/N: Hi! So this is my next story. This was originally IFlipForHarryPotter's story, but she discontinued it, so I offered to take over the story and she let me. Most of the story hasn't changed, I just either added a few details or just fixed a few things. Please review! Even though they are similar, I would still like your input on this story. Anyway, enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything J.K. Rowling has created

All was quiet in the early morning at Privet Drive. But little did any of the community know, there would be special magic would be at work in a few short hours.

"Up! Get up!" shrieked Petunia Dursley in her shrill voice, while rapping on the door.

"I up. I up," said three-year-old Harry Potter, who awoke from the dim light coming from the small crevice between the floor and the bottom of the cupboard's door.

Aunt Petunia, with a scowl on her face, tapped her foot repeatedly, as she waited for Harry to come out.

"Hurry up, boy! You need to have my tea and Uncle Vernon's coffee ready before I finish breakfast. And after, I want you to start weeding the garden. I will set out your lunch out on the patio, so I don't have to clean up the dirt you might bring in. If you don't finish before supper, you will be sent back in to the cupboard with no food. Do you understand?" Aunt Petunia hissed.

"Yes'm," Harry yawned.

She then sniffed and walked away, leaving a hungry Harry in the hallway. Harry stumbled his way into the kitchen and did as he was told.

Harry was miserable at the Dursley household. He was always starving, and Dudley, at the age of three-and-a-half, loved to hurt Harry and treated it as a game. Ten points if he managed to break his glasses, and twenty points if Harry started to cry.

Although Harry was only just three, he wondered what life would be like if his parents were there to take care of him. Would Harry still be miserable? Would his parents even like him? What did his parents even look like? He knew that his mother was Aunt Petunia's sister, but Harry didn't think that his mother and his aunt looked alike.

Whenever Harry was in front of a mirror, he always looked at his features. His messy black hair. His brilliant, almond-shaped green eyes. His scrawny physique. A lightning bolt scar that was on his forehead. After he was done looking, he would always wonder which features he got from his parents. Did he get his green eyes from his mum? Or from his dad?

After Harry had finished in the kitchen, Aunt Petunia ordered him out.

"Now, go weed the garden. No breakfast. Go!" she said, shooing him away, as both Dudley and Uncle Vernon's footsteps came thundering down the stairs. Harry rushed out to the garden, hoping that either Dudley or Uncle Vernon didn't notice him.

After about ten minutes of weeding, Harry saw something radiant and glowing in the dirt. It looked like a silver pocketwatch. He picked it up, looking at it.

While he was looking at it, he didn't notice a shadow of a figure was silently walking away from the lawn. Harry didn't also notice that the figure was smiling as it traveled to somewhere else.

After about thirty seconds on figuring out what it was and what it would do, Harry ran towards the house, wanting to show Aunt Petunia his discovery. In the process, he tripped and fell, breaking the mysterious object, which emitted a pale lavender smoke. And almost immediately, Harry was transported to somewhere else in time.

So there you go! Please review! :)