Running Away From Reality

A/N: This is slightly AU just so you all know. Some of the characters are OOC but I wanted them that way. Don't read this fic if you haven't read the fifth book. I really enjoy reading fics that make Harry go back in time to his parent's time but I noticed he usually goes back after Sirius has died so I decided to make him go back in his first year instead.

NOTE: 'blah' is Harry speaking Parseltongue, 'blah' is Harry's thoughts, blah is Harry speaking telepathically and "blah" is normal speech. Serpens means serpent or snake in Latin.

WARNING: Later on there may be some slash schemes but it will be clearly labeled. It won't have much to do with the plot so if you want to skip it, it shouldn't confuse you.

Pairing: Will be Sirius/Harry pairing while Harry is back in time.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter if I did some certain characters would be spending their time very differently.

Claimer: I own the plot and Serpens. He is my snake! Holds snake to chest and growls possessively when people come to close. Anything you don't recognise I probably own as well.

Summery: When deatheaters attack the Dursley's before Harry starts at Hogwarts he is sent back in time to the Marauder's first year. Harry's decides to not tell anyone that he is from the future and that he will go back to his time when he has finished his seven years at Hogwarts. When he falls in love with someone he realises that going back will be far harder than he had originally thought. When he finally gets back to his time he finds that things are bad, real bad.

Running Away From Reality
By vampyreice

"BOY, get here RIGHT NOW if you want any meals this month!" Vernon yelled from the kitchen. The boy he was referring to was out the back lying on the grass watching the stars having just finished mowing the lawn. When he heard his uncle's call he quickly got to his feet and all but ran to see what his uncle wanted. "WHAT took you so long?" was what greeted him when he entered the kitchen.

"I'm sorry uncle Vernon." replied Harry.

"You had better have finished mowing the lawn boy or I'll lock you in your cupboard for a week with NO meals whatsoever. So have you finished mowing the lawn and it had better be the truth?" But before Harry could answer a shrill shriek rang out "HARRY POTTER!" Harry winced at the tone of his aunt's voice. "YOU HAVE LEFT DIRTY FOOTPRINTS FROM HERE TO THE DOOR! YOU HAD BETTER CLEAN IT UP BECAUSE I AM NOT DOING SO!"

"No dinner for you boy." Growled his uncle.

"Yes uncle Vernon, I have finished mowing the lawn uncle Vernon. I'm sorry aunt Petunia I'll clean it up right away."

After Harry had finished cleaning up he retreated to his room if call a cupboard under the stairs a room. After changing into his pajamas he lay on his bed thinking about how it would feel to have someone love you. His watch beeping alerted him to the fact it was midnight. He hadn't realised how long he had been lying there, he decided that he needed sleep so he rolled over to try and get some. He had totally forgotten that he would be eleven in 24 hours.

A loud tapping interrupted his dream about a handsome man (a/n: no it's not that kind of dream) with a flying motorcycle, rudely brought him back to the world of the living (a/n: as I like to think of it). It was his aunt knocking on the door to wake him up so that he could cook breakfast for them. Telling his aunt that he was coming he pulled on his clothes and made his way to the kitchen. After being told not to burn it, he started making breakfast bacon and eggs for the Dursley's and a piece of toast and a glass of water for himself. After finishing his breakfast Harry was made to do the indoor chores such as vacuuming and dusting until lunch. He was only allowed to have lunch after he had finished doing the work, which was at one o'clock. His lunch was lamb sandwiches and a glass of water. After he had finished he was made to do the outdoor chores such as weeding and mowing. Before he started mowing Harry decided to have a break so he collapsed on the grass. Not too long after he had stopped a garden snake came slithering past. Harry was surprised to learn that he could understand what the snake was saying.

'Stupid muggle boy reminds me of a squealer. Thinks that he can destroy a home. He's lucky he ran when he did, screamed like a girl he did. Lucky I didn't bite him he is. Stupid fat muggle boy.'

'What is wrong?'

'You can understand me?'

'Yes, what happened? Are you okay? What's wrong?'

'Boy can speak the Tongue. He must be special. What is your name?'

'Harry Potter.'

The snake started hissing in what Harry assumed was laughter.

'I should have known. Well the One, a stupid fat muggle boy came thundering along above my home while I was sleeping making a huge amount of racket and when I came out he screamed like a girl and ran off. How am I meant to get any sleep with stupid muggles like that running around? Wait a minute you have his scent on you. Why is that? Are you a friend of his?'

'I'm not sure, probably not. What did he look like?'

'He was really fat and looked like a squealer.'

Harry assumed that a squealer was a pig and that the boy that the snake was talking about was none other than his fat cousin Dudley.

'No I am not his friend but he is my cousin and he hit me this morning so that's probably why I have his scent on me. I am also wearing his old clothes.'

'So you are not his friend?'

'No.'

'That's good, the One.'

'Why do you call me the One?'

'It was said years ago that;

'When he who is born
under the seventh
Month, who lives
with muggles even
Though he has the
Powers and who can
Speak the Tongue.
He will call for our aid
when dark times arise
and we must go to his
Aid for he is the One.'

'Oh. What is a muggle?'

The snake just stared at Harry for a minute before saying 'You do not know of your World?'

'My World?'

'Oh I see the muggles must not have told you yet and you haven't got your letter. A muggle is a non-magical person the bad name for them is Mudblood. When you go to learn some people will call them that. Mudblood means dirty blood as opposed to Pureblood. A Pureblood is someone whose parents are both wizards.'

'Wizards? Magic? They don't exist though,'

'Just like talking to snakes doesn't exist.'

'Opps, sorry I didn't think.'

'That much is obvious. Well I must be going it has been nice talking to you the One.'

'Wait before you go could I have your name and will you please come and visit me again soon?'

'Yes I will come visit you again.'

'Thank you, goodbye.'

'Goodbye young one who will carry the weight of the world on his shoulder's and still care about other people. My name is Serpens.'

'Serpens, I like it, it suits him.' Harry sat there for a few more minutes thinking about what Serpens had said before his thoughts were broken by a loud cry.

"POTTER! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? FINISH UP THERE AND THEN COME INSIDE! YOU ARE NOT EATING UNTIL THAT IS DONE!'

"Yes Uncle Vernon, sorry." Harry replied as he got back to work knowing that it was already late and that it would take a while to finish his chores. When Harry had finally finished his work it was nearing eight o'clock. After he had put away the lawn mower and the other gardening tools he made his way back to his house to eat his dinner. He was so tired that he barely tasted the food and for the life of him he couldn't have told you what he had eaten. Exhausted after the day's work he went to bed without changing out of his clothes. A deep sleep overcame him as soon as his head touched his pillow. Waking suddenly Harry looked frantically around the room trying to see if any thing was out of place. He couldn't place it but something just didn't feel right. Having completed his survey of the room he found that everything looked normal and that it was late probably about three in the morning. Just as he was starting to relax and thinking about getting more sleep his door burst open with a flash of bright light. Everything began to spin before going black.