Author's Note: I didn't expect to get another chapter out so fast nor was this the chapter that I thought it would be . . . enjoy!

May 4, 1991 8:10pm Harry's Room Dursley Residence

Harry was about to put another shirt in his duffle bag for his stay at Hermione's house when everything in his body began to feel like it was burning. As the sensation grew in intensity, Harry did everything he could to not scream as to avoid dealing with the torrent from his relatives. Though his life at the Dursley household had improved in more ways than he ever dreamed possible, Harry wasn't convinced it would last forever.

Just as Harry was about to let out a scream, the pain instantly vanished as fast as it had started. Not able to control his body, Harry dropped to his knees breathing heavily from the excretion. Before Harry could recover from the burning sensation, he was hit with a swarm of what he could only think of as a premonition.

Harry was disoriented as he saw images of Hermione being attacked with Mr. and Mrs. Granger hurt as well. There were 3 wizards that Harry couldn't picture clearly in the Granger's living room. Harry was getting pummeled with so many images he was getting a migraine trying to make sense of everything.

"What is this?" Harry said to himself as he stood up from the floor of his bedroom. Next Harry saw himself having an argument with his cousin Dudley in his room. He felt vindications for standing up for himself to his cousin before feeling dread at seeing more of the events unfold. Harry saw himself get the worst beating of his life through the images flowing into his head.

Just as Harry attempted to piece together all of these premonitions, Dudley walked into his room, looking exactly how Harry had seen Dudley in his visions mere moments earlier.

"So Potter, going to be spendin' time at the bookworm's house. You know you weren't popular before, now you're even lower in the social order." said Dudley trying to get a reaction from his cousin.

Harry was hit with such a feeling of deja vu that he just looked at his cousin with his mouth opening and closing with nothing coming out. Harry had no idea what to say. He knew Hermione and her parents might be in grave danger depending on how he responded to his cousin, however he hadn't had enough time to process all the images that had suddenly been given to him.

Vernon walked up the stairs to change when he heard his son taunting his nephew. "Ugh what a horrible thought" Vernon thought to himself about Harry. While all the Dursley treated Harry better, none of them liked Harry anymore, they only did it because it brought in more money through all the drill contracts. "I never thought that treating the boy would indirectly bring about a promotion and two raises, guess I did the right thing giving him Dudley's second room" thought Vernon. Just as he reached the top of the stairs, he heard his son continue taunting Harry.

"What Potter, cat got your tongue? No backbone without your Hermie around to back you up?" Dudley continued. Dudley couldn't believe he had caught his cousin so unaware.

Harry, somewhat coming to his senses, just responded slightly distracted "Whatever." Turning back to packing his duffle bag, Harry was again confused as he thought he had already packed the shirt that was laying next to the duffle bag on his bed. He wished his cousin would give him just a moment of privacy so he could figure out what was going on.

"At LEAST my parents are alive, Potter." barked Dudley. Vernon paused to see Harry's reaction. Vernon had stopped beating the boy because of the contracts but if he stepped out of line, Vernon would feel no guilt in punishing him.

Harry knew what he said next might very well affect the immediate future for not only himself but also Hermione and her parent's as well. "Dudley just get out of my room." pleaded Harry hoping to change the events he had seen in his head before his cousin had wandered in.

Harry went back to packing his bag for his stay at the Grangers. Dudley's last comment had stung Harry, even if he was hearing it a second time, it still didn't lessen the pain. Harry noticed Dudley moving to leave the room, however this time Harry knew he hadn't escaped the last of Dudley's tormenting.

Dudley stopped when he saw his Dad's stomach sticking out in front of Harry's door, a poor attempt at trying to hide. Dudley turned around with an evil smile on his face, "I know what I'll do to get my revenge for having to do the bloody chores for the last few months."

Dudley turned around with a pure evil grin saying "You know Potter, it really is a sad story how your parents died. Your father got your mother and himself killed by driving drunk. Didn't care enough to ask someone else to drive. Hahah but you know that's not even the best part. The kicker is that your mother obviously hated you so much that she didn't even drive the car instead of your piss drunk father. They must have wanted to be rid of you so bad that they didn't care that you were in the car with them! Could you imagine their surprise if your dead parents knew that they hadn't killed you along with themselves in that crash?"

Harry took off his glasses squeezing the bridge of his nose with his free hand. Harry felt as if he was losing his mind. Harry struggled to not only push aside the hurt from hearing his cousin finish his torment that he had interrupted previously but also the stress of trying to prevent events from repeating themselves again as well. Harry abruptly realized things were so different now that he didn't know what was going to happen next. For the first time since this bizarre encounter of deja vu started Harry was truly terrified of what was going to happen next.

At first Dudley was so proud of himself with his verbal torrent of his cousin, he was positive Potter was going to respond at any moment and his father would intervene. The moment passed much to Dudley's surprise and confusion. Turning to look at his cousin, Dudley couldn't figure out what was going on with Potter, who just looked petrified staring at his bed, refusing to look Dudley in the eye.

Vernon felt nothing but pride for his boy in his torment of his nephew that until recently was the ban of his existence. That single thought gave Vernon pause. "I wouldn't have the money or position that I currently have without my wife's god forsaken nephew." Vernon thought back to when he was first replacing the drills at the Granger's practice. "Wonderful, if this contract goes through smoothly, I have several colleagues that need to replace their equipment as well, I'll send your business card to all of them, personally recommending you as well." Dan had told Vernon on the phone all those month's ago. Those were still potential sales of expensive drills that Vernon had yet to close, with new inquiries coming in about once every other month as well.

Vernon Dursley was at times a slow but predictable man. Vernon, for as much as he hated the existence of his nephew, had a bigger desire for money and recognition for his accomplishments in life. He was, he thought to himself, what represented the best of being British after all. With that thought of wealth and recognition, Vernon turned to walk into his nephew's room.

Dudley was fuming at this point. How could he not get a reaction out of Potter with his Dad right around the corner. Getting his cousin in trouble used to be as easy as breathing air. Now it was as if Dudley was invisible to his nuisance of a cousin. All Dudley wanted was for Potter to get some payback for all the choirs that Dudley now had to do while Potter got to leave the house each weekend. It filled Dudley's already hefty body with even more hatred for his cousin.

Unbeknownst to Dudley of his father's revelation that happened just moments earlier nor Vernon walking into the bedroom, Dudley rushed his cousin in complete frustration. Harry, unaware of the danger coming his direction, looked up to see the blurry image of his cousin's meaty right fist coming directly at his face. Dread instantly filled Harry knowing the pain that he was about to endure. Harry's final thought was "Maybe fate can't be changed after all" before his world went black.

Vernon yelled "DUDLEY!" just as his son's fist connected with his nephew's face sending him tumbling into the wall of the bedroom with an immediate thud.

Author's Note: First off WOW the response from updating this story from 11 years has been mind blowing and I can not thank all of you enough. I posted the last chapter just before going to bed. I woke up to a surge in new favorites and subs that has continued hour after hour since. I can not thank everyone enough.

Secondly I'm not trying to do cliffhangers, they just make a good stopping point for me. I get to a point in my writing where it just flows and then it slows down. I find it better to stop writing, sleep on it, and let the new ideas flow the following day knowing where I want to take things.

Thirdly I have an idea of what is going to happen next and the beginnings of where I'm taking this story. I actually had to reread my own story to remember everything that happened, I think I'm going to be taking a slower pace with this story than I had originally intended.

Finally I want to say while chapters will be coming pretty quickly for the next little while, I think I'm going to try getting into the habit of posting at least once a month with the goal of posting once a week. Again thank you so much for your kind support!