Harry woke up with a start - glancing around the room he took his surroundings.
"If things worked right then I should be just about 14 again" he said to himself. He held his hands up and couldn't stop himself from counting his fingers... it has been so long since he has had all ten that he almost forgot what it looked like.
"Well I got shit to do and it ain't gona get done by magic... okay well it will be by magic but it wont be by itself - you know what I mean" Harry says to himself as he laughs out loud.
"Hey Freak! - What's so funny up there" a loud deep voice grumbles from down stairs.
"O yes thank you uncle, I almost forgot that coming back meant I get to see you again... Why am I talking to myself? did my little time jump knock a few screws loose?" Harry asks himself.
"OOO maybe I am talking to the younger version of me... that must be it - I cant be crayzy I am the "Boy-Who-Lived" not the "Boy-Who-Went-Barmy" he broke down laughing again.
"So little me, how does it feel to have a crippled thirty year old man inside you... That sounded wrong and dirty, let me try again - how are you handling me being possessed by your older and more powerful version of yourself?"
Surprisingly there was no answer - Spinning to face the little mirror on the back of the door Harry grabbed his head in his hands and called out "Hey - I'm talking to you!"
The only response he received was the door flying open to reveal and angry Vernon Dursly hulking in the doorway.
"Now Listen Here" Vernon began in a harsh tone chastising the obviously deranged youth - before the young wizard cut him off with a kick to the nuts followed by a fire ball to the face.
The headless body of the late Vernon Dursly sank to the floor smoking from the chard remains of his neck.
Stepping over the corps Harry said "Sorry - where I come from people know how dangerous it is to open a door without knocking - you know can never be to careful in a war"
Again the voices in his head failed to respond - "I guess I really am alone in hear aren't I? Does That mean I killed my younger self? I know it does mean I should stop taking to myself then... but its fun and no one is here to notice that my sanity is slipping, so why not" He answered himself aloud.
"Well lets go check on the world then shall we - 16 years ago is a long time I wander what I should 'invent' and get rich - wait! I am already rich, my vaults havent been confiscated yet! Woohoo!" Harry jumped down the stairs in excitement.
"Lets go meet some goblins!"