Title: Going Back to Save them All

Rating: T

Summary: Harry Potter goes to bed as an old man and wakes up in his eleven year old body. Seeing this as a chance to rid the world of Voldemort early he decides to make some changes.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 4

Harry couldn't wait to get back to school. He missed Hogwarts and all the wonderful, and not so wonderful, memories that the school had given him. He would see Ron, Hermione, Neville, and all the others that had fought alongside him. However he knew that he couldn't end up in Gryffindor. First of all Professor Snape wouldn't allow him access to the potions lab, thinking that he was going to prank his own students, and he didn't want that. The man still had issues from being a student himself and nothing was going to change that.

No, he would have to end up in a house that would make Snape least likely to bully him. If only the man knew how much Harry respected him and felt sorry for him. The man didn't need to die over a stupid wand.

"Harry," Remus said, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He turned to see a very sick-looking Remus looking at him.

"Full moon, tonight," Harry reasoned and Remus nodded. "I'll have someone take me to the station."

"No, I can take you," he said, "And let me know what house you're sorted into."

"I will," Harry promised.

Two hours later Harry was on-board the train. He thanked Remus for having him and went to find a compartment. He had used a feather light charm on his trunk and Crookshanks was asleep in his basket. He would let him out when the train started to move. He found a compartment that had a girl in it and at once he knew this was Hermione, descendent of the founder of the Most Excellent Society of Potioneers.

"Can I sit here?" Harry asked her.

"Sure," she said and he placed his trunk in a corner and Crookshanks in a seat next to him. "I'm Hermione Granger."

"Harry Potter," Harry said and Hermione gasped. "Don't, I don't like my fame."

"Oh, sorry," Hermione said. "It's just that I read all about you."

"Did it mention my mother," Harry asked, knowing the answer.

Harry, himself, had sued over the exclusion of his mother. He had won and it had been added.

"Oh, no," Hermione answered.

"Well she's the one that's the real hero, not me," Harry said.

"Sorry," Hermione said and Harry could tell that she felt bad. "So what house are you hoping to be in?"

The same question that his wife, Daphne, asked their children. They all either ended up in Slytherin or Ravenclaw, but not Gryffindor. Of course he had lost her when Annie was in her second year and it had been a blow to him. Blood curses, one of the things that he had managed to cure, had been his drive to cure from that moment on.

"I don't care which house I'm in as long as I'm in a house," Harry said, "I'm my own person and have the power to make my own choices. What house do you want to be in?"

"Gryffindor," Hermione answered. "Dumbledore was in that house, and it sounds by far the best."

"Merlin, the magician, was in Slytherin and he championed for muggle rights," Harry told her.

"Merlin, like King Arthur Merlin."

"Yeah, he was a real person," Harry said.

"But, Harry, You-Know-Who was in Slytherin and all the Death Eaters came from that house."

"Actually, no," Harry said, "Death Eaters came from all the houses, it's just Slytherin that people focus on. Anyone, and I mean anyone, can believe in the lies of blood purity. No one is immune from it and to believe that you're immune is to be fooled. Slytherin is more for people that are cunning and will become leaders."

Harry knew this to be true because Hermione did have cunning and she would later on become Minister of Magic.

"However, if you believe that Gryffindor is better for you can go into that house."

"So you don't really care what house you end up."

"Nope, I don't," Harry said to her.

Hermione grinned at him and then the train started to move.

Harry introduced Hermione to Crookshanks, who went over and jumped over to her side and allowed her to pet him. Harry rolled his eyes. Typical male, liking the ladies over him. She laughed at the expression on Harry's face.

"Professor Snape doesn't like him, tried to scalp him one time."

"Who's Professor Snape?" Hermione asked.

"Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House," Harry said, "He took me to a place that I would be watched until it was time to go to school. Glad that he did. Remus Lupin was my parent's best friend, though he's a little strange."

"What do you mean?"

"He's got a huge collection of salt and pepper shakers in weird designs. Reminds me of Mrs. Figg and her collection of cats."

Hermione laughed and then the compartment opened and Neville Longbottom walked in, looking distressed.

"I can't find my toad," he said, "He keeps getting away."

"What's his name?"

"Trever," Neville answered.

"Accio Trever the toad," Harry said and Trever zoomed out of whatever corner he had been in.

Harry handed him back to Neville.

"Thanks," Neville said and he left.

"What was that spell?" Hermione asked.

"The summoning charm," Harry answered, "It's a fourth year spell, which I know because I saw some of Remus's old books."

"Amazing that you can do an advance spell."

"Yeah, it's amazing," Harry said.

Harry saw Ron Weasley but he didn't stop and ask him if he could sit down. He figured that he had found a compartment to sit at. He didn't even encounter Draco Malfoy and his goons. However, if memory served him right, he would encounter him later. Harry got the food and Harry told her all about his life with the Dursley's.

"That's horrible," Hermione said.

"Yeah, they got mad when they found out that I withheld the Hogwarts letter from them. Professor Snape came along and put his wand to Uncle Vernon. I don't think that Professor Snape thinks that the Dursley's are good guardians and Professor McGonagall, that's the Transfiguration teacher, shot spells at Dumbledore."

"Must have one nasty temper."

"Yeah, she does," Harry said, "Please remind me never to get her mad."

"I'll remind you," Hermione promised.

Hermione talked about her parents and Harry, even though he didn't like how his father had been at school, was still a bit sad that he didn't have a family that wanted him. Of course Remus, being his godfather, might not want him back due to the danger of being a werewolf. Still, it was nice to hear of muggles that didn't hate their child for being born with magic. Hermione left him to go to the front and while she was gone he changed into his robes and had just gotten his shoes on when she returned.

"He says that we're nearly there," she told him.

"Thanks," Harry said and she gathered up her things and left. "Oh, don't give me that look. I'll make sure that you get to see her."

Crookshanks gave him a sound that told him that he agreed.

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