AN*[I own nothing all credit to J.K. Rowling]
'From Books'
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Harry sat on the balcony of Potter Manner at Rowen Hill thinking about everything he was subjected to in his life wondering why he ever married the sniveling bitch he called a wife Ginerva Weasley. Love Potions. He hated what happened to his life and was going to go back and fix the mistakes he made and will end up with the love of his life.
Harry pulled out a potion that he gulped down before entering back into his house into the ritual room to perform the ritual he made to send him back to the love of his life. As he stepped into the runic circle in the center of the room he felt his magic surge through him and saw a bright white flash before blackness over took him. As he was coming around he felt that his magic and mind were merging with his younger self and becoming one with himself while also purging his body of the darkness that dwelled within his core and scar. All he could see was darkness and cobwebs and knew it worked when he heard the screeching of his aunt.
'Up! Get up! Now!' Aunt petunia screeched as she banged on the door to his cupboard.
'Up!' she screeched.
His aunt was back outside the door.
'Are you up yet?' she demanded.
'Nearly,' said Harry.
'Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn. I wasn't everything perfect on Duddy's birthday.'
Harry groaned.
'What did you say?' his aunt snapped through the door.
'Nothing, nothing ...'
Dudley's birthday –
"Now get in there and get that bacon going"
He entered the kitchen and start frying the bacon and the coffee for his uncle. He heard his and uncle storm down the stairs. His came cousin bashing through the door of the kitchen to start counting his presents.
Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents. His face fell.
'Thirty-six,' he said, looking up at his mother and father. 'That's two less than last year.'
'Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy.'
'All right, thirty-seven then,' said Dudley, going red in the face. Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over.
Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger too, because she said quickly, 'And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?'
Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, 'So, I'll have thirty... thirty...'
'Thirty-nine, sweetums,' said Aunt Petunia
'Oh.' Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. 'All right then.'
Uncle Vernon chuckled.
'Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. Atta boy, Dudley!' He ruffled Dudley's hair.
Harry just shook his head minutely at his uncle and cousin's behavior. He still couldn't believe that they were that petty. He was itching to see if he could still use wandless magic. So with a slight flick of the wrist the precariously stacked present went tumbling all over Dudley. He stifled a smirk when he realized he could still do wandless magic and vowed to see what over talents he could still do.
"What the devil did you do boy!" yelled uncle Vernon as he got up and started to drag Harry to the shed "you will be locked up in here while were gone he said I will not have you blowing up my house"
He locked up Harry in the shed and left him there. A little while later he heard the roar of the car starting and knew his relatives left for the zoo. He then made himself look like a 30 year old business man by transfiguring his rags to a nice tailored suit and using his metamorphmagus abilities he learned he had from Tonks in his seventh year. He had sandy brown hair and light blue eyes and he took off his glasses because he didn't need them anymore now that the darkness that was left by Voldemort and his Avada Kedavra. While he prepared himself to meet with the goblins he was worried that they might tell Dumbledore he went to the bank then he remembered an important lesson he learned from them during the second war, Time is Galleons and Galleons indeed by silence for the right price, then he silently apparated himself to the alley by the Leaky Cauldron to head to Gringotts to claim his inheritance.