Hi again, all. This is now the third fanfic that I have ever written, and it's gonna be multi-chaptered, so I'll be updating when I can. This is my first multi-chapter story, so please don't expect me to be perfect. Although, there is one promise I can make to you: I will not abandon this story, so if I take a while to update, just remember that it's not abandoned. Anyway... I'll just let you read now, ok?

Disclaimer: Anything you recognise in here belongs to the great J.K Rowling.

Dad, We Smashed A Time Turner

Prologue:

It was a lovely, sunny, July 31st, and the Potter Children thundered up the stairs amid their father's calls. "Ouch, Al, Dad said that we could unwrap one present only.", 4-year-old James Potter said to his younger brother. "I know that!", yelled back 3-year-old Albus Potter. "Yeah, but since I'm the oldest, I get to choose which present to open," James stated. Albus did not object. He knew that it would only result in more trouble. The two boys raced to their father's study. James grabbed the nearest gift.

"Oooh, look at this, Al", James said to Albus. "I think it's more baby stuff for the baby in Mummy's tummy", Albus voiced. "Well, it says that this is from Auntie Hermione.", observed James, plainly not listening to Albus at all, carelessly flipping open the brightly decorated card that was Spell-O-Taped to the parcel. "Can I open it?", Albus asked hopefully. "Shush, Al, I'm the one that's going to open it!", James snapped. Again, Albus didn't protest. "Let's open it now!", James grinned.

He tore open the wrapping paper that Hermione had so neatly wrapped. Once the wrappings fell apart, a golden chain, followed by a tiny hourglass, tumbled out. "Aww, it's just a necky-lace," James said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Let's take it to daddy!", Albus said, grabbing the chain from James. "No, I will! Since I'm the oldest!", James shouted, snatching the time-turner from Albus. Albus started to cry and pounced onto James.

At once, the time-turner smashed and a cloud of glittering dust fell upon the Potter Boys, transporting them back nine years in time...

"Look what you've done, Al!", James whispered, casting a frightened look at the room which they had landed in.

"It wasn't my fault!"

"Yes, it was!"

"No it wasn't! You were the one that smashed the necky-lace in the first place!"

"That wasn't my fault!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it isn't!"

"Yes it was!"

"No it -"

"Who are you guys?" A voice questioned from the doorway. Albus and James froze. At the door of the room, carrying a large bag of groceries, was eighteen-year-old Harry Potter, looking shocked and confused at the sight of his kids that had travelled nine years in time.

Yes, I know, it was short, AGAIN, but I PINKIE SWEAR that the next chapter will be longer. I hope that you enjoyed the prologue of this story! Please review!