Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warnings: Nope, not yet. Maybe later. I'll let you know.

Dear Readers,

This story has been playing inside my mind awhile. I mean before I even knew there was a thing called fan fiction. I often wondered what if he could go back and warn them. If he did, what would change. I have read many really good time-travel fic's. Very few does he warn them in. When he does, they don't remember it. A few I read he changed things. In this one, he does things a little different or should I say James is really not what he seems.

Journee

Chapter One: Thinking

Number Four Privet Drive is my safety zone. In name only that is. This is the one place in the world that I am untouchable to Voldemort. I don't believe that really. I don't know why, but I don't. That even changes in a few years when I turn seventeen. Then it'll be open season on one Harry James Potter. Maybe I should go ahead and paint a big target on the roof.

The only good thing that I can even say about my time here in Privet Drive is that I have time to think. To much time really. Almost the whole summer. So, thats what I have been doing. Thinking.

I think a lot about my parents. I wonder what they would think of me. What my life would had been like if they had we would be living. What my room would had been like. Would I had any brothers or sisters. What they would think about my living with the Dursley's. What was my mum's favorite color. Stupid little things like that really.

I think about school. It is the only place that feels like home. Home to me anyway. When I'm here I miss it. I even miss Professor Snape billowing down the hall. Thats saying a lot I tell you. I know Hedwig misses it as well. When she is there, she is free as she should be. Unlike here where we are both usually locked up as animals.

I think about my friends. Ron and Hermione mostly. I wonder what they are doing. If they are having fun, which if I know Ron, he is. Hermione most likely would be reading. Her homework would be done by now and school has only been out two weeks. I wonder if they know how lucky they are. I would trade with them. Although I might look a bit funny in Hermiones clothes.

Then I think back to my parents. I wonder what they did during the summers. My aunt could tell me what my mum did. That was if she didn't hate her so much. I wonder if my mum knew that. I hope she didn't.

That is a question I'll never have an answer to.

Then I think of Voldemort. I find I think about him a lot. I don't think of him like he is now. I think about how he was then. Did he have a best mate? Has he ever ate a chocolate frog? Did he ever love someone? Did he ever wish to be loved? What made him turn dark? Again questions I'll never have answers to. Just silly little questions.

I think of Dumbledore. A wise man or not. He keeps things from me. I know that he does. He cares about me too. I know that. What I don't like if the fact he left me here. Why would he do that? Why was it up to him to decide where I should go. I should had been with Sirius. But, no. Fate wouldn't even grant me that card. Where is the fairness in the world?

That leads me back to Voldemort. Or should I say Tom Riddle. Dumbledore made decisions about him as well. He didn't have parents either. He had nobody to turn to. That would be a good reason to turn dark. I wonder if my parents had thoughts like this? I'm betting not. They both had their parents that loved them. They never had to sit on my side of the fence. I'm glad for that too.

I think about the war and my role in it. My job is Voldemort. Tom Riddle. A great wizard. A dark wizard, but a great one none the less. What am I? I am someone who gets up in the mornings to check to see if I'm growing facial hair. And do you know what? I haven't. Not a one. I can't even speak to a pretty girl unless all my words run together or worst I blush. Both are horribly embarrassing. Merlin!

Then I think of Magic. I love magic. There is nothing it cannot do. You can go back in time. I have read on that. There are ways to do it. I've thought about doing it. I could go back and warn my parents. I know Dumbledore wouldn't like it because it changes history. But what if it does? That would be my point in doing it. I might not even be the boy who lives. That would be a dream come true really. Let someone else have the job.

Harry Potter closed the cover of his journal. He started keeping a journal because there was simply nobody to talk to at home. He spent his days in a room surrounded by broken junk that wasn't even his. Stared at walls he hated.

Yawning he stretched out on the bed. It would be nice to go back in time. If nothing else, he'd be able to see them. Talk with them. What would he say to them? There was a lot he would really like to ask them. So much he wanted to say.

"Hmm." Harry murmured glancing up over at the window. Why couldn't he go back and bring them back with him. He could see everybody now. They would die.

"How could I do that?" He muttered looking up at the ceiling. "How could I get them here without changing history?" There would have to be away to do that. There had to be away to save them.

Closing his eyes tight, he counted backward from ten. He needed answers. Some of his questions had answers. Even the ones about Tom Riddle. Maybe he should owl Tom a letter with his questions. It would be interesting to see if he answered. Wouldn't it be something to bring peace to the their world with a letter instead of death and destruction. That was a joke.

Harry listened to the snores that echoed through the walls. Why was he even here?

"Why am I even staying?" Harry asked out loud. He had money. Loads of money. He could stay anywhere he wanted. Why was he staying? "Because it is what Dumbledore wants." He answered into the darkness.

Deciding that was the first thing he needed to fix, he got up. Sense he couldn't use magic he'd have to leave the muggle way. The hardest part would be getting downstairs, and that really shouldn't be to hard. The door had been unlocked. All he had to do was put one foot in front of the other.

Moving quietly he unlocked the cage and removed Hedwig. "Shh." He whispered feeling her silky feathers under his fingers. "You'll be free in a minute." They would both be free in a minute.

Smiling he took his journal. Really, he should had thought of this sooner. Opening his door, he waited, listening to make sure the snores was still on going. Hearing the three different snores he begun his trek down the steps.

"Almost girl." He whispered missing each creak on the stairs. With a happy heart he reached the small door under the stairs. "Almost home free." He said pulling out his trunk. Merlin, why didn't he think of this should had thought of this sooner. There was no reason to stay somewhere he wasn't wanted. He could had been gone two weeks ago, a year ago.

Harry pulled the trunk outside with his heart singing. It was a lovely night. A wonderful night. He smiled at the stars. He even knew where he was going. Nothing anyone said to him would make him come back.

"Go to Sirius." He whispered to Hedwig before turning her loose. Smiling he went to wait on the Night Bus. This was his summer. Not Dumbledores, not even Tom Riddles. This was his. And his Godfather was fixing to have a wake up call and Harry couldn't wait.

So? What do you think?