Hi, everybody. I just wanted to post this story to test the waters so to speak! This is just a pilot of sorts, and I haven't written any other chapters, so review if you want to read more of it. And please give me some advice on how to continue, or things I should change, or clarify.

Also, to those of you who keep track of Changing Time, I'm sorry about not updating, but I just have absolutely no idea how to continue that story. Please keep my trackrecord in mind for this fic as well.

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Time, and time, again.

Harry finds Hermione's necklace while she and Ron continue to swim and play around in the Great Lake. Never having seen it before, he starts playing with it. He turns the little hourglass over and over in his hands. He looks out over the water and smiles: while she looks over and waves at Harry, Ron splashes Hermione in the face. Hermione laughs and jumps on Ron, pushing him under the surface of the water. Harry takes the chain and lifts it up over his head.

Just as it slips around his neck, Hermione notices and hurries to stop Harry from letting go of the hourglass, which he is holding tightly in his fist. She wades through the water and just as she steps onto the grass, he lets go to scratch at his head. The hourglass falls, spinning madly, next to the basilisk's fang hanging from Harry's neck. She watched as her thirteen year old friend gets whisked away by the sand of time. As Ron comes to stand behind her, he asks: "Where did Harry go?", she thinks to herself: 'I am in so much trouble'.

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'Is this what a rollercoasterride feels like?'thought Harry as he landed on the soft grass near the Great Lake. Next thought was why was he still in the same spot, thirdly he wondered where Ron and Hermione had gone. 'Wait, where are my clothes?' "They took my clothes?" Now Harry wished he had put on those knee-long swimming trunks, like Ron had suggested, instead of these mid-thigh Star Wars briefs. 'Good thing I stuck my wand behind my ear with that sticking charm', Harry grinned, the words accio clothes already forming on his lips, when he couldn't get the wand from behind his ear.

Harry looked around the grounds of Hogwarts, and then down at himself again. "How bad can it be to walk in to the castle, with nothing but swimming trunks on and a wand stuck behind my ear?" he asked himself. He mentally answered his own question, 'Very bad if you're Harry Potter.' He steeled himself and started on the long trek up to the castle.

Only then did he notice the cold breeze blowing across the grounds. He shivered as he thought that it felt more like Autumn than summer. Just then did he notice a couple of Marakinbugs. 'Don't they only come out in November?' he was fairly certain he had it right, because they'd been covering them in Care of Magical Creatures. They'd have a test on seasonal bugs the next day.

Harry hurried his step. By the time he reached the front doors, he was practically running, and by the time he got to the entrance hall, he was in a full sprint for the Infimary. He'd almost run into the Infirmary like that, when he remembered Madam Pomfrey didn't take so lightly to running in her wing. He opened the door quietly and slipped in, coughing to alert the medi-witch, who was working on a first year with a badly scraped knee, of his presence. Madam Pomfrey only spared him one look during which she motioned for him to 'sit down and wait patiently', or that was what Harry thought it meant, the casual wave of her arm and the exasperated shake of her head. So Harry did just that.

Or, at least it seemed as though he was doing just that. Inside his own head, Harry was cursing the first year to death for making him wait so long. He needed Madam Pomfrey to help him now, dammit! How else was he going to find out what had happened to him? (Harry had been coming to Madam Pomfrey ever since the beginning of the year, when he'd been assigned to her. Apparently he had needed to work through some issues of his childhood, or the ministry thought he needed some anger management. And she was a skilled mind-Healer.)

Finally, Madam Pomfrey rapped the boy on his head and told him to get out of her wing. Harry smiled, relieved that he was next up to be helped. "Be with you in a moment, Mister Potter." she said, as she bustled off to put away the salve she'd used on the boy's knee. When she came back, she asked him what went wrong this time.

Harry grumbled something about it not always being his fault, before actually answering the question. "Well, Madam Pomfrey, this is going to sound stupid, but I accidentally stuck my wand behind my ear."

Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "Of course it sounds stupid, especially if you've done it before." She tutted. "But let's see what we can do about it, shall we?"

Harry nodded. While she was off getting the supplies she needed, incidentally all in the same room, Harry asked her what month it was. "Same month as yesterday, why?" was the answer he got.

Harry frowned. Madam Pomfrey was in funny mood today."Well, when I jumped in to the Lake this afternoon, it was the second week of term, but on the way back to the cstle I noticed some Marakinbugs, and they only come out in November." Harry was sitting with his back to the Medi-witch, so he couldn't see her reaction, but he did hear the silence (or didn't hear) that had fallen over the room. Harry swung his legs up onto the bed he was sitting on, so he could see what the problem was.

The second Harry had turned, Madam Pomfrey was spurned back into action, and started working on removing the wand from behind Harry's ear. "Mister Potter, how old are you?" she asked him calmly. Harry turned bemused eyes on her.

"Thirteen, why?" he asked. She looked into his eyes and saw that he was dead serious. She also saw that his eyecolour had changed. This was not the James Potter she knew.

"What year is it?" she demanded, ignoring his question.

"Why don't you tell me?" Harry returned, slightly irritated. Catching the witch's glare, he quickly amended himself. "Two thousend and one, Madam."

She took a deep breath. 'Okay, so this boy is from the future, and he doesn't know where (or when) he is. Let's find out who he is first'. "Could you tell me your full name?" She asked in hopefully a calm way.

"Madam Pomfrey, I don't know what's going on, but you're scaring me." Harry shivered. "You already know my name. You've been calling me by it since I got here. It's Harry James Potter. Now can you tell me what happened? Was I knocked out? Did Black kidnap me? Did I travel to the future?" He said the last part with a smile.

Madam Pomfrey pulled a blanket around Harry's shoulders. "No Harry, I think you travelled back in time. Tis the year nineteen eighty one. Your father must be James Potter, he's Head Boy this year. That's why I'd been calling you Mister Potter, Harry, I hadn't looked at you properly, and he comes in so often. I thought you were him."

"James Potter?" mumbled Harry. "Nineteen eighty one? Are you sure you're alright, Madam Pomfrey? I was only kidding about the time travel thing, you know." Just then, the door to the infimary shot open.

"Speak of the devil," murmured the nurse, just loud enough for Harry to make out, "and he'll show up carrying an injured second year." Harry's head whipped around so quickly he could hear it crack, but he ignored the pain as he laid his eyes on his father the first time. "Put on the pyjamas in the bedside cabinet and get under the covers, Harry, we wouldn't want you to catch a cold." Madam Pomfrey ordered. She pulled the drapes around his bed as she hurried to get to the second Potter in her infirmary that day.

"What happened to him, Mr. Potter?" Harry heard her ask from beyond the curtains.

The hurrried reply sounded bitter, but it came like music to Harry's ears, the first time he'd heard his father's voice, "He fell down some stairs, after getting hit in the back of his head with his own books by some Ravenclaw pureblood fanatics, all fifth and fourth years. Lily's taking them to Professor Flitwick. We've already ducked ten points each for magic in the hallways, but that's all we could do." During this little speech Harry could hear Madam Pomfrey already casting diagnostic spells and summoning potions. He knew she liked to get them from the cupboard herself, so the fact that she summoned the potions made it clear to Harry that the kid needed the help fast. Having listened mostly to the sound of the voice, rather than the words actually being said, Harry went over them again. He came to the conclusion that the boy was probably Muggleborn. He was surprised at first by the Ravencaw inclusion, but rallied, recalling that Sirius black had been a Gryffindor when he had gone to Hogwarts.

Harry smiled. He rather liked the thought of his Dad being the protector of all youngsters bullied. And by the sound of it, his Mum was right there with his Dad. Suddenly Harry heard his mother's screams again and he shivered, pulling the blanket closer around him. He pushed the green light out of his vision by rubbing his eyes so hard he could feel his eyeballs moving with his fists, and his eyes started tingling. At that moment he started to realize the reality of the situation. He was in the past, with one of his parents within hearing range, alive and well. And all the sudden he was very tired.

He took of his swimming trunks, which were still wet, pulled on the hospital pyjamas, dried the spot on the matrass where he had sat, and got under the covers. He was asleep within seconds.

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Hermione stares at the place Harry had vacated just seconds before. Abruptly she springs into action, gathering all her things, quickly pulling on her jeans over her still wet bathing suit. Picking up her stuff, and Hary's stuff as well, she runs off toward the castle, calling over her shoulder, "Quickly Ron, we've got to get to Miss Minnie!" Shaking his head, Ron doesn't even bother with his jeans, but hurries after Hermione, conjuring a bag and stuffing all his clothes in it. By the time they get to McGonagall's office, Ron's carrying most of the Trio's stuff in his satchel.

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-xxx- Malou