Harry Potter was six years old when he awoke in his cupboard. What had awoken him was a bright flash of light; followed by a pain so excruciating that the cruciatus could not compare; how he knew about the cruciatus he was not sure, but he knew that he now had the way into freedom. He would never have to be beaten again; nor feel his uncle molesting him. He would never have to listen to his aunt call him horrible things while forcing him to do more and more chores while she sneered down at him like Snape… wait a minute; who was Snape? Behind his eye lids memories began to pour forth. Memories of how his life would go from now until he sacrificed himself. He had to grin… he had been very clever. Well he thought to himself, time to put my plan into action.
Harry smiled as he looked around in the magic store that he had walked into. He knew that it was a very different kind of magic than he practiced, he remembered it after all, but this was where he could do the most good while learning new things. He was looking around the store when the man he was looking for walked up behind him. "Is there something that I can help you with, young man?" asked the man he knew as Giles. Harry turned to him and smiled; causing the man to jump slightly at the view of his fangs and glowing green eyes. "If you don't mind, I need to find knowledge of temporal travel." He was paying so much attention to Giles that he missed the young blonde who walked in after Giles. He groaned when he recognized her and she bowed (more like kowtowed) to him. "Anyanka; how many times do I have to tell you that that is not necessary before you listen to me?" he asked exasperated