He crept into the Gryffindor Girls' dormitory with his invisibility cloak and surveyed the dark room. Neatly in a corner on her chair was Hermione's book bag.

Bingo, thought Harry as he began to search through. Among her books for the next day's lessons was the time turner, tucked in a secret compartment. He removed it and returned the bag to the chair where he hoped Hermione would not notice the bag had been moved.

With the prize in hand he escaped to the Shrieking shack to begin his quest.

He set the time back to his birthday thirteen years before.

His mother was holding an infant in her arms and his father was beaming proudly at them. A slightly younger Albus Dumbledore was one of the many friends gathered around James and Lily Potter. The other marauders were all present including Pettigrew, or Wormtail as his friends had affectionately nicknamed him. It was all he could do not to lose his temper and kill the man then and there, but he wanted to remain invisible beneath his cloak. This was a Happy moment he wanted to remember, watching his family before him with the small bundle of joy.

It was that moment that the question popped into his mind. How was it that he was the tiny baby in Lily's arms as well as the boy standing in the room unbeknown to anyone else in it? If only he had taken Hermione or Ron along with him so he would have help to figure these things out.

Too late, now, he thought. He started this thing on his own and he was stuck to finish it on his own.

He hung back watching as eventually people began to leave James and Lily behind with their unnamed baby Harry. Dumbledore was the last to leave and with a plan in mind, Harry followed him out the door. He waited until he was sure the old wizard was gone and rang the bell on the door of the Potters' modest cottage. He folded the cloak up and stuffed it down his shirt out of sight. Almost immediately the door opened and he was standing face to face with his father. Those familiar kind, yet mischievous eyes stared down at him with suspicion.

He understood the reason for James' distrust. Harry knew what it was like to trust no one and fear everyone. He stared back at his father and smiled sheepishly; hoping James would return his smile.

When he didn't, Harry shifted his spectacles up the bridge of his nose and decided he would have to speak soon or have the door slammed in his face.

"Hi, I'm Harry P- uh Granger" he quickly corrected himself. "I have been sent to warn you."

"Warn me what?" asked a frustrated James. He was itching to spend the night, quietly deciding name for his new child with Lily. Instead he was subjected to the mercy of this strange boy who had what he said was a warning.

"Can I come in? This concerns you both and your new son." Harry pressed.

"I don't think so, Lily, summon Dumbledore! Who are you?" he asked, drawing his wand from the pocket of his Robes.

"D- Mr. Potter, please don't be alarmed," Harry spoke with a measured voice, hoping his father hadn't noticed he had almost called him Dad. "I'm not here to hurt you. My life depends on it." Then realizing he may have said too much he added. "A lot of lives depend on it."

With great caution, James opened the door wider and motioned for the boy to step inside. James led the way the sitting room where a now worried Lily was still nursing the sleeping baby. She clutched him a little closer to her chest. He studied his mother's tired but beautiful face, with his green eyes. He wished he could rush into her arms and feel the motherly embrace he had missed out on for twelve years of his life, but he suppressed the urge. How would he explain such an act?

"Lil, this is Harry Granger. He has some important things to tell us." James informed his young wife.

"Okay, but this had better not be a trick." Lily was shifting her weight to one side in order to balance the baby while she fished for her wand.

"Mrs. Potter, I wish it was just a trick. Believe me." He said sadly. "Please listen to me. Voldemort is going to kill you, a year from now."

"When exactly is this event supposed to occur?" James asked. He had his wand still poised ready to strike at any time.

"October 31, Sir, in the evening it will be. He will defeat you in a duel," he directed at James, "and then he will try to kill M- um H- uh your baby and you will be killed, while placing a protection spell on him." He was now talking to Lily, who was lowering her wand.

"Why should we believe you? H- How do you know any of this?" Lily asked, her voice was high with panic.

"I uh, can't tell you that, but I can tell you something that will prove I'm not lying, that another baby is being born tonight. Frank and Alice Longbottom will have a little boy tonight and they will call him Neville."Harry said. He was proud of himself for thinking of the Longbottoms so quickly. He knew James and Lily knew the Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom, he had seen them in pictures, standing with his parents, Sirius, Professor Lupin, Wormtail and Dumbledore among some other people. James and Lily exchanged a look. They knew Alice was due any day. Her and Lily had spent most of their pregnancies swapping complaints about aches and pains along with hints and remedies they had picked up along the way.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked, suddenly realizing she hadn't been a very good hostess.

Harry nodded, thankful. He was feeling parched, possibly from the nerves he was feeling in the presence of his parents and most likely because he was face to face with his sleeping newborn self.

Knowing his wife was tired, James motioned for Lily to sit. "You rest. I'll get some refreshments. Are you hungry?"

Harry was starving but he didn't want to trouble James any more than he had.

He saw right through the boy, especially when Harry's stomach let out a frightening groan. He disappeared through a doorway which led to the kitchen, while Lily stayed with the two Harrys.

"Tell me, Harry," what else do you know?" Lily asked.

"Uh- Well," thinking frantically, "I uh- know that you'll go into hiding and that Sirius will be your Secret keeper." Lily looked alarmed again. She and James had been discussing with Dumbledore the possibility of going into hiding. Seeing her worried expression he continued, quickly, "but It's okay I won't tell anyone. Just tell him not to pass your whereabouts onto anyone else. Especially, don't tell Wormtail." Harry was spurred on with each word. "He will betray you."

"But Peter's our friend. He would never turn his back on us. He loves James." She was doubtful of the boy now, thinking he really was just making it all up.

"Mrs. Potter. He is in with Voldemort. He wants to be a death-eater. He will do anything to seek Voldemort's approval. Please just make sure Sirius doesn't tell him." She nodded, and then almost jumped out of her skin as an owl flew in with a Piece of Paper tied to its leg. Recognizing it as the Longbottoms' owl, Lily eagerly untied the ribbon around the owl's leg and removed the note from the envelope. As she read she sank back in her chair, white as a sheet.

"It's all true…" she whispered.