Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. J.K. Rowling does. This was merely written for entertainment purposes. And the title is actually a song by Hoobastank off their self- titled CD. I don't own that, either!

Chapter One: The Time-Turner

"Here goes nothing," muttered Harry.

The thirteen-year-old wizard had managed to swipe a Time-Turner from his friend Hermione Granger while she wasn't looking. Why he had the sudden urge to risk repeating his whole third year at Hogwarts was unexplainable. However, he had a rational reason: he wanted to see his godfather again, because who knew when Harry'd be able to spend any time with his godfather, Sirius Black, now that he was on the run since that night with Harry and his cronies? Harry had also managed to charm the small, gold-glistening hourglass—that is, the Time-Turner—so that it would go back to monthly intervals, instead of hours. A simple exaggeration charm had done it. Now, he'd only have to decide how many turns...

Twirling the chain carelessly, Harry spanned out of his thoughts and gasped in horror. Realizing that he'd just turned the hourglass over about ten times, the dormitory he was in quickly dissolved. The familiar sensation of flying backwards very quickly came and colours and shapes rushed past him. When everything came into focus again, Harry searched for the chain. It was gone. And then he realized he was transparent. He also found himself on a familiar cobbled street—Diagon Alley.

Soon as Harry recovered from the shock, he wondered if his body was somewhere—and if he could somehow access it. Wandering on the path to the Leaky Cauldron, no one seemed to notice Harry, or look at him. It was also nighttime, where he suspected his body would be sleeping somewhere. When he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry walked up the stairs and up to room eleven, where he had resided for two weeks before the school term began. Then he discovered that his transparent body could go right through the door when he tried to glide through the wall like a ghost.

"What the bloody hell? This never happened when I rescued Sirius with Hermione using the Time-Turner... Maybe that charm backfired... or it had side effects..." Harry thought, shocked. "It must have had side effects on certain objects, then."

Harry confirmed that this was the reason for the strange happenings. He'd acted on impulse without reading more about the Furthermore Charm and simply performed it on the hourglass.

Hoping that he would be successful in being able to contact his physical body, Harry stepped through the door and spotted his sleeping form. Relieved, he walked hurriedly and tried to make a ducking motion into his body. He felt himself being sucked back into his, apparently soulless, body.

"Whoa. It worked..." Harry said, amazed. He'd woken his physical self and sat upright as soon as his "soul" was returned to his body. But shortly after he'd sat up, he just as quickly plopped back into the bed and drifted off to sleep.

It had been the beginning of Harry's two Dursley-free weeks, before the school term started. He'd gotten the chance to restart his whole third year. That meant he'd know what to expect from everyone, so long as he could remember what he himself did. Harry had to refill his money bag, buy schoolbooks at Flourish and Blotts, replenish his potions ingredients that he'd run short of at the Apothecary, and buy new school robes from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions (his were a few inches too short).

Inside Flourish and Blotts, however, Harry wandered over to the table that displayed the book Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst Is Coming. On the cover was a massive black dog large as a bear; it reminded him of Sirius's Animagus form.

"Oh, I wouldn't read that if I were you," said the manager lightly. "You'll start seeing death omens everywhere. It's enough to frighten anyone to death."

As the manager pressed Unfogging the Future into Harry's hands, he asked, "Anything else?"

Remembering this scene, Harry teared his eyes away from the cover and looked down at his booklist. He was practically living in the past. And he definitely didn't want to change his future. How had one small desire turned into such a risky turn of events? Then, having realized that he was still looking at his booklist, he got the rest of his schoolbooks and returned to his room in the Leaky Cauldron.

In his room, Harry wondered what he'd do at Hogwarts, now that he knew what was in store for him. He didn't have to worry about Sirius Black supposedly trying to murder him, as he had before, or wait to receive the Marauder's Map to know the secret passages, or wonder who'd given him the Firebolt. After all, the school year would certainly be easier now that he'd gone through it once. But he'd have to deliberately lose that one Quidditch match with the dementors if he wanted to stay the same for his life. He would lose his Nimbus Two Thousand. And he'd let Peter Pettigrew escape yet again...

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Sorry that this was so short. I'll make the other chapters longer, if I ever get to work on them. After all, this was only an introduction, and the introductions and epilogues are always very short. Aren't they? Anyway, leave nice reviews and I'll have the confidence to continue.