Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or world of J K Rowling. I just wanted to put my own spin on things.

Author's Note: I haven't actually seen a Harry/Harry fic,.. ever which is so strange. I looked online, been in message boards and such and everyone I've come across says its not like brother/brother but more like.

I don't have any M material in this chapter, let me know what you think, as I will be posting more.

Chapter 1

Stolen Time Turner

Harry new that traveling in time was risky business. He knew that one wrong move could change everything. If he died here then that was it. There would no longer be a Harry James Potter.

Yet with everything he had been through the last few years, he needed more. He needed comfort. He needed something or somebody to call his own.

Some may think his idea is crazy, and horribly grotesque. However, when you have only yourself to rely on, the obvious answer, or at least to Harry, was to go back to his past.

He knew when Hermione found out, which she would eventually, she would be furious. However he didn't care. This was something that had plagued his mind for a long time. She would have to give the Time Turner up at the end of the school year. Taking on as many classes as she was, it was only natural that she kept it. Yet now with school finals looming, she no longer needed it and Harry wanted it to try a thought.

Finding a deserted classroom near the dungeons, in which the light was cast dim, and the room echoed with each foot step. Harry took out his wand from his pant pocket, and waved it in the air.

"Lumos", Harry spoke as his wand tip lit up, cascading shadows about the room.

He rummaged in his inner pocket of his school robes and pulled from within Hermione's time turner. He placed the golden chain over his head and around his neck. Thinking to himself how far back he wished to go. Not too far, but enough to give him time, if he missed a day or two.

He worked out a plan many weeks before. He brought up the time turner to Hermione and probed her mind about it. Always in casual conversation, so she didn't pick up on why he wanted to know. He knew that to be safe, he could only go back a few hours or up to five without losing track of where and when he arrived. What he really wanted was to go back a couple of weeks or at least a month, but the probability of things going wrong the further back you went, grew higher with each hour. He thought about it and knew he wanted to try at least two weeks. It was a scary notion that he might get stuck in time or nothing would happen.

So picking up the turner in his hands, he began to twist the little nob on the side of the time turner. Each twist represented one hour. So he twisted it for a long time. Counting to twenty-four and restarting his count again. At one moment he lost track of his counting, cursed himself and continued to twist. He was almost at two and a half weeks, he thought. Eventually the time turner began to glow. This alarmed Harry. It didn't glow when Hermione used it, only when it was actively traveling did it look any different.

Harry whipped his head to each side of the class room; the light was still dark, no change of sound, Just Harry. He took another deep breath, recounted his thoughts to where he thought he last stopped and again began to turn the nob.

"There", he said quietly to himself.

He was at least three or three and a half weeks in the past. All he had to do now was push on the button on the other side and let the time turner do its thing.

His palms were sweaty as he placed his thumb on the nob to activate the time turner. He took one more deep breath and pushed and released it.

At first he thought nothing was happening, but then the door popped open for a split second, to have all the lights in the room go on, then out again, then on, then off. Students or teachers, Harry couldn't tell, whirled past him in a blur of colour. Time was moving so fast he couldn't tell who the people were or what time of day it was. Cursing, for not picking a place where he could actually see the changing of days. He wanted seclusion, without the realization that seeing outside would of helped.

Then everything stopped.

There was a crash, a bang, a yelp and a shriek. Harry jumped where he stood and tried to stop his head from spinning. The lingering steaks of light and colour moments before still moved about his vision. Harry tried hard to make out the two dark shaped before him.

One was what he thought to be a girl, her long cloak wrapped around her thin frame. The other was a boy, and if Harry's eyes were not deceiving him. He was lifting up his trousers from the floor, pulling them hurriedly onto each leg and up and over his naked shame.

Harry's cheeks began to burn and thanked the darkness that the other two in the room could not see. The boy was cursing under his breath as he put on his school robes. Eventually he picked up his wand and brought it up to himself. Instinctually Harry did the same, reading for an attack.

"Lumos", said the boy in front of Harry. The boy was older and looked extremely pissed off. His tie bore the crest of Ravenclaw and a shiny tag that was almost hidden by his cloak, he recognized. Percy Weasley had one on his robes. Meaning that the boy, wasn't just a student but a Prefect.

"How the bloody hell", the Prefect in front of him sputtered.

Harry took this moment to tuck the turner behind his shirt collar.

"How did you do that?" he inquired. "It's completely impossible to apparate and disapparate, within Hogwarts!" his eyes bulging.

The girl's face was completely red as her eyes darted about the room. Harry couldn't help but follow where her eyes landed and felt his cheeks begin to burn again. On the floor by the Prefects feet were her undergarments.

Just like that, the realization of what was going on in this room, hit Harry. His mind began to race as he began to think of a way out of this mess. No prefect, no matter how just, would want a scandal like this getting out to the students, or worse the teachers and Headmaster.

"If you forget what you saw, I will forget what I saw", Harry calmly said the words the best he could.

The boy's brows furrowed as he glared at Harry. "Are you suggesting that I don't bring this up with my head of house?" he frowned. "I should as well take house points at least" he spat.

"Not if you want your secret getting out." Harry replied.

The boy's eyes widened as he remembered where he was, what he had just been in the middle of doing and his pants, hardly concealing his shame.

"You don't even know who we are" the boy scoffed.

Harry took a moment. At first this statement was true, but the boy was a prefect so his presence was much more common than hers. He thought hard on her name and decided to try his memory of the prefect.

"If my memory is right" Harry said. "You would be Johnathan Harrison, the Ravenclaw Prefect and she is" he paused a moment to make up his mind. "She's Kathryn Bree of Slytherin".

Harry waited a moment and was met with ultimate satisfaction as Kathryn's head drooped and Johnathan's mouth fell open. Clearly the smart young prefect didn't think that Harry's smarts were as high of a grade as his own.

Harry couldn't help but grin as he watched to boy in front of him try to work out a comeback. The unexpected correctness of the names had completely thrown him.

"Fine" Johnathan said.

He waved his hand towards Harry and the door.

"Piss off then", he finished as he turned his back on Harry, scooped up Kathryn's things and handed them back to her.

Harry didn't wait a moment longer as he opened the door of the almost empty classroom and up the corridor towards the Great Hall.

So there you have it. Let me know what you think. Stay in tune for the Chapter 2 "Harry and Harry"