I am simply borrowing this wonderful world of magic for a while to daydream in; all characters and ideas that can be recognized belong to J.K. Rowling.
Harry Potter's Time Traveling Tale
Prologue
Harry groaned, slowly forcing is eyes open as he swam back into consciousness. Blearily, one hand searched around in an effort to locate his glasses while the other pushed him up into a seated position.
His mind was racing – had it worked?
His hand closed around the rim of his broken glasses, and he shoved them onto his face eagerly before immediately closing his eyes. He sat there, in the dark, trying to steady his breathing. What if it hadn't worked?
He was nervous, his heart beating as if he'd just run a marathon. Hermione had said this was the last chance; she had no more energy to try again. Not that that would matter anyways, he thought grimly. The blur of images and sound he'd last registered before he'd lost consciousness rose to the forefront of his mind; he saw the jinx flying towards them, the protective wall Ginny, Neville, Luna and Ron had formed while the light began surrounding them. He'd seen it break, he'd watched helpless as they crumpled before his eyes. Hermione's agonized yet hopeful gaze as she'd finished the incantation and locked the spell; one way or another they knew that instant was the last goodbye, no matter how things turned out. Nothing would ever be the same.
He blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill down his cheeks and latched onto that feeble yet persistent ball of hope that simply refused to disappear even after all these years.
Come on Harry, he thought, where's that Gryffindor courage you're so proud of?
This was the third time Hermione's tried; it must have worked. It just must have.
Suddenly unable to take it any longer, he opened his eyes and found himself… in the cupboard under the stairs of number 4, Privet Drive.
Yes!