A/N 1: LOL! I uploaded the document, but forgot to patch it to the story, so sorry for that.

A/N 2: Right, so like I said, I'm back! First off, many of you will notice that the writing style has changed. If it's better than the earlier chapters, I'll keep it. If it's bad, then I'll work on it. Remember guys, constructive criticism is always welcome.

I must first thank all the readers who favourite me and followed the story even a year into the apparent break. It has slowly made me want to write it.

Next off I would like to thank "ladysavay" for the excellent review. It put a smile on my face, and actually made me want to do a better job at it than I thought of. I was actually going to leave this story for a few more months as I write a story on Fiction Press, but a reader put me in a bind.

Readers of Fanfiction! If you like my story and want to show appreciation for me continuing the story, you can shower your gifts on "Ushinaware Ta Kaze". She almost literally poked me and told me to Update.

So, what next? On with the Story!

Chapter 4

Information Overload

#4, Privet Drive

In the smallest bedroom, Harry was having nightmares of his past; all the blood, gore, trusts and betrayals. Love found, unfounded, stupid weasels and barmy old codgers all around; a true recipe of a nightmare. Harry woke with a start and looked around, at first disoriented and then remembering the changes in his life over the past few weeks. Sitting on his –what passed for- bed, he contemplated the details he had read in The Book.

Harry took it from the table and sat on his bed, with the book spread over his lap. It had been a week since he had been to Diagon Alley and found the book, which he sarcastically started calling, 'Time Travelling for Dummies'. There was a lot of information, which he hadn't found out the first time around and owing to the fact that it was written by Fate n Destiny, it was pretty confusing.

Harry sighed and closed the book. As much as fascinating it was to know what the future held for him, he couldn't help but feel that he had to change it to his own liking. Remembering Fate n Destiny's warning, he let out a long. He now understood why they had recommended he not change the timeline by much cause it was obvious that the more he changed; the less likely he will be able to predict events. This led to the instructions in the book, which were long and spun in circles and circles and got down to nowhere. They had written out each possible outcome for all his actions; even though they could treat him differently and allow him more leeway that would have simply caused more problems since they were hiding from Satan.

His guidebook went to the extent of detailing every single consequence for his each and every action. The guidebook was in itself magical; changing every time he made a different choice or decision. It was very frustrating since it kept on changing while he kept reading; forcing him to go back to the start and read again. If he did not know better, Harry would have suspected it as a prank by both Fate n Destiny on him. Finally, after a week of getting halfway through it and re-reading it almost nine times, Harry got fed up and forced his magic through the book and concentrated on the events he had changed and what he was planning to change. Even though his Occlumency was not at its peak, it was enough to compel the book to obey his mental commands.

That was a week ago. Now he had finished reading it, and was quite surprised to the contents of it. One thing that still confused him was that, the guidebook was showing him only up to his 15th birthday, or more precisely a few weeks before his birthday. Harry was anything but dumb; he knew that the guidebook was showing him, till the day of the DoM fiasco. Even though Harry had decided that this time around he was not going to fall for Voldy's visions; he still had to get to the DoM and check out the prophecy that had put him into this mess in the first place.

Looking back at the book, an epiphany hit him like the TGV. This is Fate and Destiny. They have more resemblance to Fred and George than anything else. Is it possible…, his thoughts blanked out at that. With renewed vigour, he placed his palm on the cover of this book and whispered, "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."

Just as he was finishing, the book flipped open and started adding pages from out of nowhere. After adding what looked like more than 2000 pages, it closed of its own accord and a post-it note appeared on top of it.

Harry,

Phew! You finally figured it out. F&D cannot go to every single soul, every single time but F&G can! Now onto more serious part, this book has many rituals that will allow you to get back the magical powers of your previous life. Also it is very much sentient and will allow us to communicate with you as needed. We are sorry, even though there is so much power and magical presence here, it is simply not possible to go to the plane of existence just with a snap, this is the most we could do. We will keep updating you about how the timeline keeps changing so that you will have a heads up.

One more thing that you should know, since the delectable Miss Granger; your soul mate has not come back with you, we have it on good hand that you can go ahead and disrupt the timeline as you wish. We will handle Satan here, he is quite stupid anyways.

In your service as always,

Gred n Forge

Shock was not the first thing on Harry's mind; neither was surprise. These were the Weasley twins; of course they were wreaking havoc even in the afterlife. Shaking his head, Harry considered what Gred and Forge told him and came to the conclusion that no matter how bizarre things may sound, he has just been given a go for throwing off time off its axis.

Looks like I'm leaving the Dursley's far earlier than I hoped for, he thought with glee and went about packing his stuff to leave for one of his properties.

Considering thinking about which property to move into later after visiting the goblins, he made his way downstairs to convince his relatives to let him by himself, and also maintain hating him as long as possible.

Walking down the stairs, he walked into the living room and saw Vernon and Dudley watching the television with Aunt Petunia cleaning in the background. Harry resisted the urge to spook them from behind and walked in front of them and stood blocking their view of the television.

"What the ruddy hell are you doing, BOY? Move out of the way."

"Not yet. You have to assist me in a matter of high importance, then you can go back to watching your stupid television", Harry calmly replied.

While Dudley whined to his mother, Vernon held him back and asked Harry, "What do you want?"

"Simple really. I want you to continuously keep hating me..."

"That wouldn't be a problem, BOY! Now move."

"... and also keep any witch or wizard who comes here asking for me, under the impression that I do live here, but have gone out for something..."

"Why do we need to pretend? And I will not allow any of your freaky friends in MY HOUSE!"

"... Being said that, I take my leave and hope to never in my life grace in your presence. BYE!" Harry had said all this without even bothering to listen to Vernon. Vernon, who had continuously butted-in on Harry's little speech, sputtered for a few moments before eloquently shouting out, "WHAT?"

"Like I said; I'm leaving and hope never to meet you ever again."

"Good riddance. You have been nothing but a burden for us; now GET OUT!"

Harry just raised an eyebrow at him all the while maintaining his calm. He had to continuously remember Fate n Destiny's words to calm himself. He then walked to the door and waved his hand towards the general direction of his room, causing his trunk and several other objects to float down to him all the way packing itself and shrinking in the process. Harry took the small wallet sized trunk and put in his pocket. With one last glare at the Dursley's he walked out the door towards freedom.

Walking down the street and into Mongolia Crescent; which he felt was far enough, he extended his hand causing a loud bang and a purple triple-decker bus to pop-in in front of him.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus; emergency transport for stranded with or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor for this evening."

Harry smiled at Stan who had become close in the previous timeline. No matter when, it was always on Stan's bus that he got; even though there were more than 10 of these running around Britain.

Shaking away his thoughts, he got onto the bus giving Stan a Galleon and muttering Leaky Cauldron.

After a half hour of bizarre turns and squeezing through traffic, the bus finally reached Leaky Cauldron.

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The Leaky Cauldron

Harry walked into the dingy bar, with a baseball cap on his head, to avoid anyone recognising him and headed directly for the entrance to Diagon Alley. He had all his belongings shrunk down and in his pocket and Hedwig was taking in the sights above him. He knew there was only one way of tracking him and that instrument was right about now calmly sitting on a shelf hundreds of miles away with many other silvery instruments making weird noises and emitting the occasional smoke. The ministry's tracking charm was already off of his wand thanks to Ollivander, so all he had to do was disguise himself and get the access keys from the goblins at Gringotts.

Making his way to the ornate structure and walking in, he could feel the wash of goblin wards that surrounded the property. He frowned not remembering if it ever happened to him before. As soon as he walked in, he saw Griphook making his way to him.

"Harry, Welcome to Gringotts, there is a matter of importance that needs to be discussed with you in person", the goblin said with a nervous expression. Well Harry hoped it was a nervous expression; in all his lifetime, he couldn't understand the goblin facial expressions.

Seeing as the goblin was waiting on a reply; Harry proceeded, "Griphook, It's nice to see you. Please lead the way."

With that the two headed towards the Conference Room that they met the day before. Motioning to the goblin to go ahead, Harry sat back.

"Harry, we have audited all your vaults as per your request and have found quite a number of discrepancies. It seems Headmaster Dumbledore has been not only withdrawing lump sum amounts from your vaults throughout the years, but just yesterday, he tried withdrawing 1 million Galleons. As discussed we have allowed the withdrawal, however, it being a huge amount we have transferred funds from the Dumbledore vaults to yours. Albus Dumbledore at this point of time, has no idea about it.", Griphook said with apprehension as he looked at Harry slowly getting more and more angry.

Harry on the other hand was outwardly angry, but inside was going crazy. The old fool has crossed the limits this time. Not only he keeps me in the dark, but also tries to manipulate me and to top it off, is constantly stealing from the Potter vaults. I think it's time to nip it in the bud.

"Griphook, I need you to completely lockdown all my vaults, to be accessed only by me or anyone that I authorise to. You can still access funds for investment purposes however. I have a few selections for the investments, which I'll owl the details of. Right now, I need the access key to the flat that my father and Sirius Black bought right opposite to The Leaky Cauldron."

Collecting the keys from Griphook, Harry retreated back to the Leaky Cauldron to go and settle in the apartment. He had found out about it not long after the Final Battle of Hogwarts, when he had received a summons from the goblins to discuss the nature of security breach and stealing of a dragon.

Taking a deep breath Harry and crossed the road. Just across from the Leaky Cauldron there was another pub, though clearly a non-magical pub, judging by its relative cleanliness to wizarding pubs. Walking into the space beside the pub and up the flight of stairs behind it, he opened the door and was met with a depressing sight. Cobwebs thousands of them draped all along the flat; muttering to himself he began cleaning up his flat. That night he conjured up a four poster bed and instantly fell asleep vowing to go shopping the next day.

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Harry's Retreat

The next few weeks had flown by very fast, what with Harry buying all kinds of furnishings for his flat and re-reading certain excerpts from the Book, which had changed to accommodate for only suggestions and not outright orders and had included more pranking ideas than anything else.

Finally the day to board the Express to Hogwarts came. Harry woke up early and got dressed, choosing to make it to the station before the crowd increased. But inside he knew that he wanted to meet Hermione as soon as possible and also avoid the Weasleys at all costs. Grabbing his trunk and instructing Hedwig to fly over to Hogwarts, Harry made his way to Kings Cross Station.

Arriving at the station nearly 2 whole hours early, he decided to have a small breakfast fill his stomach as well as to calm his nerves for the impending re-entry into the wizarding world.

With just an hour to go, Harry made his way towards the portal, where quite a number of people were milling about; but one person caught his eye. His deep green eyes, met chocolate brown ones, and for a second he thought he saw recognition in them, but it was soon gone replaced with general excitement.

Shaking his head ruefully, Harry thought, Now I'm even imagining her to be the same as before, running towards me to give me a hug. Chuckling to himself he crossed the portal and onto nine three-quarters.

Entering the other side, a feeling of nostalgia spread through him as he remembered the first time, he laid his eyes on the scarlet train gleaming on a level that couldn't have been possible without magic.

Making his way onto the train, he silently went onto the compartment which he knew Hermione had occupied the last time. He set his trunk in the overhead compartment and sat down next to the window while reading his Guidebook.

What felt like an eternity but was really only fifteen minutes, he saw Hermione dragging her trunk in the corridor. Trying to get into her good graces earlier on, he made his way to give her a hand.

"Hi! Can I help you with that?", he said trying to catch her attention.

She looked up at him and gave a bright smile, which made shivers run down his spine in anticipation.

"Hey! Thank you. I'm Hermione by the way, Hermione Granger.", she said putting forward her hand to shake, "And you are Harry Potter.", she finished with a bright smile.

A/N: I'm starting to write a story on Fiction Press (same pen name), which is a collection of the blasted dreams I keep getting. So I can't give proper update schedule for either, though I'm pretty much interested to finish this story.