A/N: What if, when Sirius passed through the veil, Harry, Ron, and Hermione want to 'fix' it? What happens when the trio are teleported back to third year?
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, were the golden trio. Ron Weasley and Hermione were famous for their parts in the final battle, ironically it's this fame that humbled Ron's jealousy and inferiority complex. Hermione Granger the brain of the operation, was the first muggleborn witch to receive the order of merlin, first-class, and much to the amusement of everyone due to Hermione's dentist parents, the place on one of three golden chocolate frog cards.
Although the war was won, the price had come at too much of a cost, this being the reason the trio stood in the 'death-chamber', by the veil contemplating something that they'd wish they didn't have to do. The golden trio stood with a fine gold chain between them, an egg shaped sand container swinging beneath them. Hermione had a beaded bag with her, it contained everything they owned, every last Galleon Sickle and Knut, that had been in Harrys vaults, the fact Harry wasn't aware that his vault was a mere trustfund, had not made Harry a Happy Chappy at all. Yet another thing that wasn't important for him to know… Who cares if Harry didn't know he was Lord Potter, And Lord Black! It even contained portraits of his family!
'Are you sure?' Harry muttered half-heartedly.
'We've discussed this with Dumbledore's portrait, it's not fail safe, Harry, but it will be worth it' Hermione stated in a rather matter-of-fact tone.
Ron gave a stiff nod.
'I open at the close' the three spoke as one.
The thin chain felt tight around the trio's throat, Hermione began twisting the time-turner, with a flick of her wand she placed a stasis charm on the time-turner keeping it spinning, as one the golden-trio jumped into the veil…
Harry awoke with a headache, his bones hurt and his vision blurry. His stiff body rolled out of the bed, he ran to the bathroom, to vomit up the contents of his stomach. Harry couldn't believe it, it worked! He'd successfully gone back in time! … But how far back!
Well I'm in private drive, he mused as he clambered down the stairs. His mouth fell into a comical 'O',Harry Potter's 'Aunt Marge' sat at the table, glaring at him.
'Well where's my breakfast then? You filthy lay about!' Spat the woman who looked suspiciously to much like Uncle Vernon, only wearing a hideous dress.
'I imagine it's in the fridge, Margery.' Retorted Harry, putting probably to much venom into her name.
'Boy, how dare you talk to my sister like that! WE have taken you in, you little runt, how dare you think you can speak to your superiors like that.' shouted Vernon.
'Whatever Vernon, I'm done, I'll be in my room.' Said harry, taking a can of coke, and a ready made beef sandwich from the fridge. The Dursley's couldn't do anything, they just glared dumbfounded as he sauntered out of the room.
Upstairs harry worked on a plan, he needed to go to Hogsmeade this year he mused. Hearing someone lurking outside his door, he cast a wandless accio charm on his invisibility cloak, peering round the corner of the door Harry couldn't help it, his mouth split open into a large grin, Dudley, his overgrown brute of a cousin was standing outside having what appeared to be a inward fight with himself. Harry walked back to his bed with the grin equivalent of someone who just won the quidditch cup.
'Ah, Big D! Come in' Harry said making his whale of a cousin jump.
Stashing his invisibility cloak under his bed, he waited for him to waddle in.
'Have a seat dud' Harry waved to his cousin to sit down. Slowly Dudley sat on the thin smelly mattress, warily.
'You can do something for me duds' harry said rather non-chantedly.
'Why would I do anything for a freak, like you!' spat Dudley.
'hmmm, what do you know about my family Duds? Oh, sorry, the magical side of my family?' replied harry.
'They're dead' said Dudley a bit to bluntly.
'Yes and what happens when one person is the heir of a family?'
'They inherit their families things, but your dad was a bum, and your mum wouldn't be well off because she's mum's sister and dad has the money'
'Ah yes, you see duds, my father wasn't a 'bum' he was actually the head of an ancient family, as such I'm a rather wealthy kid you see Dudley, and if you do me a favour I can pay you' Harry stated, with a mental eye roll at the way Dudley's face looked confused.
'Liar, you'd have nicer clothes for one thing.' Murmured Dudley more to himself than Harry.
Harry couldn't help it he snorted, the snort turned into a snigger, and the snugger turned into full on belly laughter. Dudley clearly didn't like this, he wasn't mocked! How dare this orphan freak mock him, deciding it's best to show Harry who's boss, he went to punch him in his stomach, unfortunately he couldn't seem to move his arm once he was ready to strike.
'Ah, you see Dudley, you won't be hitting me anymore, you see I've now learnt to do magic without my wand, it can't be traced.' Harry said, taking to much pleasure in the way Dudley let out a rather feminine squeak at the 'm' word.
'I need this permission slip signed, place it into the same set of papers you have for your school, saying you can go into town and such, I'll make it worth your while.' Harry stated.
Dudley seemed to ponder this, more petrified by the fact Harry could do magic, he nodded slowly.
'Brilliant Dudley, what do you want? I'll get you anything within reason'
'I want to hear about your life'.
Whatever Harry was expecting it wasn't this, that's for sure.
