For the setting of this story:

According to the epilogue of book seven 19 years later Harry and Ginny brought their second son to the train. That means 18 years later their first which would have to be born 7 years later so Ginny got pregnant about 6 years after book 7 in which Harry was 17.

So, this story starrs Harry as a 23-year-old. Still together with Ginny but there were no plans for any babies yet. At least from Ginny's point of view.

I do not plan for any super!Harry nor for him to save the whole Wizarding World. Instead I hope for him to help guide his younger self and to evade Dumbledore as long as possible.

Enjoy.

Beep -Beep -Beep. Beep-Beep-Beep.

The annoying sound of an alarm clock penetrates the silence.

On the bed lays a young man, probably in his twenties. His tame black hair the only thing showing from under the blanket. He starts feeling around with his hand and sighs when he detects the other bedside abandoned. Ginny is already up, he concluded. Slowly we see him sitting up and, with his eyes still closed, he continues feeling around, this time not for his girlfriend but his wand, to cancel the alarm spell that so rudely awakened the blanket falls away, it is obvious that this ex-hero has long since made up the years of starvation at the hand of the Dursleys and during the self-imposed exile/ horcrux hunt as his pudgy body shows. Not overweight but a clear testament to the cooking of Mrs. Weasley and the lack of stairs used now that he knows how to apparate. Ignoring the still sounding Beeps he swings his feet somewhat ungracefully from the bed and stands up, blinking the sleep from his eyes.

Suddenly he crouches down with reflexes long forgotten.

This isn't my room, he exclaims as he takes in his surroundings. Aside from the double bed there is nothing there, neither windows nor doors. All he can see is a single chair with a change of clothes and his wand laying innocently on top of it.

With no threat apparent he stands up and grabs his wand. Still the Beep-Beep-Beep echoes around the room with no apparent source.

Bloody hell, I am awake now. He loudly complains.

The Beeping stops.