A/n: Everything that happened in canon happened up through the 7th book. I'm ignoring the Cursed Child because I thought it seemed more like crack fic rather than an actual part of the hp series. Although, warning right now, this will probably be more parody like/crack fic/humor rather than serious. Also, sorry for any grammar/spelling errors. I got this idea in my head for what I wanted to do and started writing. This chapter was just a quickie written in around 15 minutes. Will probably go back and edit this, should I decide to continue the story. Please review, I'd love to continue the story, but I often lose motivation if no one's reading it. Thanks!

At the age of 20, Harry lived what some would see as the ultimate picturesque life. He had a loving wife, was well on his way to becoming the Head of the Auror Department (despite only having recently completed training), was one of the most famous wizards of all time, and had two amazing best friends. Yet—for some reason, he wasn't quite happy. He kept thinking about all of those who'd died in the war, wishing for some way to go back and save them. The answer seemed to come in his dreams. He kept dreaming about the Veil that Sirius had been sent into by Bellatrix. For some reason, he got the feeling that somehow, this seemingly deadly archway was the key to getting his friends and family back.

These dreams were the reason why Harry had shown up there, smack in the middle of the night. It wasn't that he wanted to die, no, far from that. But if there was even the slightest chance that he was right about the Veil, he had to try to figure out how it connected to bringing back his loved ones.

Harry continuously studied the Veil and its surroundings. He heard voices coming from it, just as he had before, but none of them were coherent enough for Harry to actually make out what they were saying. After three hours, he still hadn't found a thing. Disappointed, Harry sadly walked away from the Veil. What the hell was I thinking? My dreams were just dreams. How could I have been so stupid- "SHIT!" Harry screamed as he tripped over a rock. Where the hell did that even come from? Before Harry could catch himself, he began falling backwards into the Veil.

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"Oh, Harry, my sweet boy," Lily cooed at her unconscious grown son. "It's not your time yet, you still have one more mission to finish. God knows that Sirius will need some help. As much as I love that man, he's still just a man-child."

"Aw, Lily. Give him some credit. The man spent 12 years in Azkaban, it's a miracle that he didn't actually become a mass murderer after he escaped," James defended his best friend. "I do wish that Harry could've been raised by Padfoot instead of that awful sister of yours, he could've been a legendary prankster...with the proper training, of course."

Lily rolled her eyes. "As much as I disapprove of the Marauders' inappropriate antics, I do admit that Sirius would've done a better job than Petunia, but then again, that really isn't saying much. The Veil's going to send him back, he'll have another chance with another version of us…He'll be able to live the life he should've had in the first place."

"Lils, you know I love you, and would never dare question you, but how do we know that Harry will be able to change anything? How do we know that he isn't just going to be more traumatized? I mean, he is going to be going back to his one year old body," James pointed out.

"We don't, not for sure. But at least this way, he has a chance. He'll have my blood protection again, when he's a baby, as he will no longer be of age. If a killing curse is fired his way by Voldemort, he can't be touched. The blood bond protection magic is strong enough to withstand different timelines," Lily said. "We can only hope that he'll find his way, he always does. The Veil gives people a second chance, he needs this. Good luck, my love." Lily kissed the top of her son's head.

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Harry was falling, and falling, when suddenly, he opened his eyes. He seemed to be lying down in a...crib? He was covered in an unfamiliar blanket with a stag, wolf, dog, and rat on it.

"Looks like lil' Prongslet is awake," a well-groomed, curly-haired young man cooed at Harry. "James and Lily will be happy to know that their son's godfather is perfectly capable of babysitting."

Something about the man seemed familiar. His face and voice—they belonged to man he hadn't seen in over five years—a dead man who'd been the only family member he'd known (not counting the Dursleys). Yet—at the same time, he seemed so different from the man Harry had once known. The lines on his face were gone, and his dark-colored eyes were no longer plagued with a haunted look. Instead, they shined brightly, as if all his guilt, grief, and inner-demons were gone. Even though the man should technically be dead, he seemed more alive now than he ever had before. Harry hadn't seen him look this happy since he'd stuck his head inside Snape's Pensieve—his godfather hadn't looked this carefree since before James and Lily had died.

"Sirius?! What are you doing here? Oh God, I'm dead, aren't I? I fell through the Veil like an idiot, and left all my friends behind," Harry groaned. Harry rubbed his eyes and slowly took in his surroundings. Was he dreaming? He had to be, right?

Harry appeared to be in a place that looked a lot like Godric's Hollow, and there were stuffed animals scattered all over the floor of the room. He spotted a copy of The Daily Prophet on a stool nearby his crib, and repositioned himself to get a better look at the date. The top of the paper read, October 10, 1981.

What the hell? Had he somehow gone back in time? Hermione had mentioned that there were theories that the Veil led to time travel and alternate dimensions, but of course, no one who'd ever fallen through the Veil had been around to confirm those theories. Could this be...a second chance? Was this why he'd been so drawn to the Veil? Before Harry could look for more clues as to what was going on, Sirius broke him out of his stupor.

"Harry?" Sirius asked. "Is that you? I mean, of course it's you, but…" Sirius trailed off, clearly in shock. "I mean, unless it's really a Death Eater who snuck in when I wasn't looking and used Polyjuice to…" Sirius shook his head. "Look at me, I'm talking to an infant, I must be imagining things. Damn, 12 years in Azkaban has made me loony."

"It's me, Sirius. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I last saw you when I was 15 at the Department of Mysteries. You got cocky, and Bellabitch sent you falling through the Veil of Death while you were taunting her. And now we're somehow both back in time? God, this can't be real, can it?" Harry said, not sure of anything that was happening.

"Trust me, Prongslet, I asked myself the same question when I got here a few days ago. By the way, it is so weird to hear an infant use curse words. So, we've established that I was cursed by my horrible, sadistic cousin and fell through the Veil, but what about you? Please don't tell me that you followed me in! I would've thought that someone would've kept an eye on you, and stopped you from doing something so impulsive and stupid! Hell, Moony was right there, he could have tackled you down if he wanted to. And he calls me the careless one," Sirius scoffed.

"You are careless. Hell, you got yourself killed by being too busy quipping with your cousin that you didn't notice a huge blast coming your way. Also, there's that whole thing where you chased down Pettigrew and laughed like a maniac when the Aurors came, rather than trying to explain the situation. No wonder people thought you were a deranged serial killer," Harry pointed out.

"Okay, there's a lot in that statement that I take offense to, but seeing as your parents are going to be back in about a half hour, we're on a bit of a tight schedule," Sirius said.

"By the way, Remus did hold me back. I fell through the Veil quite a while after you did. I was 20 years old when I tripped and fell through-"

"Wait, you tripped and fell through? And you call me careless. At least I had an excuse, I was duelling, you were just being clumsy. I would've expected that from Tonks, not you," Sirius scoffed. Sirius didn't seem to notice the glimpse of pain that crossed Harry's face when Tonks' name was mentioned. "So, what occurred after my 'death'? Who won the war? Just—overall, what did I miss?"

"Let's see...we beat Voldemort. I ended up killing him with Expelliarmus at the ripe old age of 17. What else...it's been awhile. Remus and Tonks got married, and had a kid named Teddy. I'm his godfather. By the way, we really need to get the two of them together when the time comes. Not now, obviously, because that would be highly inappropriate. Actually, on second thought, maybe we should let that relationship play out later on. It would probably be really awkward if Remus meets Tonks when she's a little kid. I married Ginny Weasley, and Ron and Hermione got married," Harry blurted out everything he could think of that was relevant.

"Wait, you beat Voldemort with Expelliarmus? Wow, that must have killed him. Literally," Sirius snorted. "Did everyone survive, though?" Sirius asked.

Harry's face fell. "No, too many people died. After you died, there was Dumbledore, Hedwig, Moody, Fred Weasley, Tonks, Remus, Colin Creevey, Dobby, Snape, and way too many others."

"Aww...Moony didn't get to watch his son grow up? The Marauders really fell from grace after Hogwarts," Sirius said sadly.

"It seems like we have a chance to fix everything," Harry pointed out. "So, it's not all bad. Although, I was hoping I'd never have to see another noseless freak ever again. But alas, such is life. Wait...you haven't told anyone that you're from the future, have you?"

"I thought about it, but then I realized that the more people who know, the more vulnerable the information becomes. Voldemort is one of the best Legilimens, and we'd end up putting more people at risk. There's always Dumbledore, but he has an annoying habit of withholding information and trying to control others. I thought it better that I keep it to myself. What do you think?" Sirius asked.

Harry thought about it for a second. "Maybe that would work well for you, but I don't know if I fancy pretending to be an infant. I'm a one year old, can I even talk yet? Only being able to say 'goo goo ga ga' doesn't sound like much fun to me. But...I guess you're right that it would be much safer that way. Also, I wouldn't say no to finally being able to have somewhat of a normal childhood… It would make it much more difficult to plan things together, however. I guess you'll need to volunteer to babysit more often," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Well, how could I say no to spending more time with my precious godson?" Sirius teased. "We really should figure out what to do with-"

"Sirius! We're back!" Lily called out.

"Hey, Padfoot! I do hope Prongslet is still in one piece," James joked.

"Mum? Dad?" Harry whispered to himself quietly, not quite believing his ears. Tears welled up in his eyes, as he happily watched his parents enter his room. Yes, everything was going to be just fine. That was, if Harry had anything to do with it.