A/N: So I had this chapter done already and I couldn't be bothered to wait to post it so here it is. In the future though I will probably not have like a posting schedule or anything because I do have GCSE's to revise for but I will update as often as I can. Also differences from canon are: Dursleys are waaaay more abusive and Harry was tortured more in the graveyard during the resurrection. Basically hes like 10x more traumatised and messed up :)

Chapter 2

"W-what?" The dark-haired teen stuttered, confusion etched across his face.

I'm going fucking mad. This is it. I've finally cracked.

"I merely asked your name." Dumbledore said obviously surprised by the teen's reaction.

"I'm mad. Or your mad. Or you're a Death Eater. What the fuck is happening?" He said, his voice laced in fear.

"I'm afraid I don't understand?" Albus asked, confused. "You seem to be under the impression that we are somewhat… acquainted?" This seemed to be the wrong thing to say.

Harry laughed a hollow laugh. "If you're a Death Eater I have to say you are doing a real shitty job pretending to be Professor Dumbledore."

"My dear boy, I can assure you I am no follower of Voldemort. And still, I cannot imagine what a Death Eater would want with a boy as young as yourself." Dumbledore explained to the teen.

"Sir? What's happening?" Harry asked almost pleadingly.

The Headmaster's brow furrowed as he contemplated ways to figure out the boy's identity.

"Do you have any relation to James Potter?" This question seemed to cause a reaction almost instantly as the boy's head snapped up and he seemed to struggle with his words before coming out with

"H-he, um, he's my dad? You know that? Can you just please tell me what's going on?" Harry was shaking, and he looked close to tears. But for Albus, everything seemed to click into place.

"My boy, what year is it?"

"Uh, 1996?" Surely he hadn't time travelled? And for Professor Dumbledore to not know who he is, it must've been a big jump. He and Hermione both swore after their third year that they wouldn't use the time turner again unless they had no other choice. Hermione always said that bad things happened to wizards and witches that meddle with time.

"Ah, I believe I know what has happened here. The year is currently 1976. You seem to have travelled 20 years into the past. Do you have any idea how this has happened?" The Headmaster explained gently.

"I- What? But I didn't do anything, I swear! Last thing I remember I was- nevermind." Harry stuttered.

"I understand it may be difficult for you to talk about. For the time being I will work on a way to send you back to your correct time, but until then you may join Hogwarts as a transfer student if you wish?"

"1976… My parents are here aren't they?" Harry asked trying not to let the hope into his voice, to which Dumbledore nodded. "Okay." He breathed.

Dumbledore stood up to leave "I never did catch your name?"

"Harry James Potter, sir."


A few days later found the four marauders sat in the Great Hall chatting animatedly about their new plans to prank a certain Slytherin. Sirius was barely able to contain his excitement at the thought of pranking Snivellus for what would probably be the thousandth time.

But that excitement soon faded into curiosity as a weary looking, slightly bruised James Potter look-alike walked into the Great Hall. The boy seemed terrified but after a reassuring nod from Dumbledore, he hesitantly sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"Hey, isn't that the kid we found falling out the sky the other week all bruised and bloody?" Sirius asked, nudging James next to him. The four boys looked over to where the boy had sat down and watched him.

Harry grabbed a plate with shaking hands and picked out a single piece of toast and began picking at it- his appetite still hadn't returned after the periods of starvation he endured over the summer. He kept his head down and refused to meet anyone's eyes in fear of seeing any familiar faces.

Of course he wanted to meet and speak to his parents but there was a an underlying fear of the unknown. And his parents were that to him. The unknown.

And then there was Sirius. God how he'd missed his Godfather. He'd spent most of his summer drowning in guilt and plagued with nightmares from that fateful night in the Department of Mysteries. He didn't think he's be able to even look at Sirius without breaking down right there on the spot. So, he didn't look.

"He's a bit... weird, isn't he?" said James, to which he received a non-committal 'hmm' from Remus. The boys exchanged a look before James turned to the teen.

"Hey, new kid. You got a name?"

The piece of toast fell from Harry's hands and onto the plate and his body tensed.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit

What do I do? Okay, lift your head up and tell him your name. Simple. He's just another student from your new school. Definitely not your dead dad from the past. Harry. Harry is your name. Say it. He's going to think you're weird. Just say it. God I hate myself.

The kid looked like he was having an argument with himself inside his own head, before he finally looked up at James with almost longing eyes.

"Harry Cutler." He said quietly before quickly looking back down and resuming the dismantlement of his now cold toast.