A/N: Sorry for the weekend wait! Hope everyone had a fantastic weekend! I'm working on making the individual chapters a little longer as requested but we shall see how that goes.

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4

The following morning Harry woke up a little confused. Where he was used to seeing the red curtains of Gryffindor were now the yellow curtains of Hufflepuff. After he shook off the grogginess a little more he remembered what had happened. He changed into his Hufflepuff school uniform and headed out to the common area. As he entered the common room he realized that it was still early and everyone else was taking the opportunity to get some more shuteye. It was weird for him to be pretty much in the basement of the school when he was used to the soaring view of Gryffindor tower. This was definitely going to take some getting used to.

Harry took seat on one of the empty couches and was lost in his thoughts when somebody plopped down on the couch next to him interrupting his thoughts. He looked over to see Susan Bones staring at him with a giant grin on her face.

"Good morning," she said excitedly. "How are you? Did you sleep good in your new badger hole?"

Harry nodded. Her grin was infectious as he started grinning. "Well good morning to you too Sue. Someone's in a good mood for it being this early in the morning."

"Yeah well I couldn't sleep. I take it you couldn't either?"

"Not well. It all just seems so unreal you know? Like it feels like all our adventures and dreams and experiences from before was just a dream. Between that and the nightmares…"

"Nightmares," Susan asked concerned, "What kind of nightmares? Is there anything I can do?"

"I don't think and that's part of what makes it tough. You know when Cedric and I grabbed the Tri-Wizard cup in the maze and disappeared?"

Susan nodded solemnly.

"Well it took us to a graveyard…the graveyard of Voldemort's father. Voldemort was there but he wasn't Voldemort yet. He was this strange baby thing but the first thing I heard when we got there was his voice. Kill the spare was what he said, like Cedric's life didn't matter. Then the killing curse came faster than either of us could move and the next thing I know he was dead. Then a spell hit me and I blacked out. When I came to I was tied the tombstone of Voldemort's father. His real name is Tom Riddle by the way. Anyway, Peter Pettigrew, the one who betrayed my parents and killed Cedric was there too, he was preforming a ritual. He…he…summoned a bone from the grave. Then…he cut off his own hand. Finally, He ran a knife down my arm and took my blood to add to the cauldron. When he was done, he threw the tiny Voldemort thing in and there was a loud flash. Next thing I know Voldemort was standing there in front of me but he didn't look human…he looked…kinda like a snake human hybrid almost. Well he got his wand back from Pettigrew and untied me. Then he insisted we duel and that's when…he…he…"

He looked Susan straight in the face before continuing. "That's when he killed me." He looked away as if he was ashamed or embarrassed. "If I had just been stronger…or quicker…maybe…maybe I could've escaped and we wouldn't be in this mess…it's all my fault Sue…"

She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly before letting him go and looking him in the eyes. "Now you listen to me Harry James Potter, it is not your fault and I will not have you constantly blaming yourself the rest of the time we are in Hogwarts. It is not your fault. It doesn't even matter whose fault it is to be quite honest. If it weren't for Marion you wouldn't even be here at all, and who knows what would have happened to the rest of us. I shudder to think about it. We're here now and that's all that matters. I'll always be here for you no matter what and that's a promise."

Harry wiped the tears from his eyes before hugging his friend. "Thank you Sue for everything. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Well knowing you, you'd probably still be stuck at King's Cross trying to figure out where Platform 9 ¾ is." They both chuckled at the thought.

"Funny story," he said. He then proceeded to tell her about his true first time at the station and trying to find the platform and how he would have been completely lost if it hadn't been for the Weasleys showing up and being loud which gave Susan quite the chuckle.

"Well Mr. Potter, shall we head to breakfast and see what the house elves have cooked up before being sentenced to our first year fate once more," Susan asked with a grin.

"Why Miss Bones I thought you'd never ask," replied Harry.

They grabbed their bookbags, looped arms and headed out the Badger Burrow, towards the Great Hall. They were among the first in the great hall and sat down at the Puff table. Not long after, Hermione wandered in and sat at the Gryffindor table, which was next to the Hufflepuff table.

"Morning Hermione," they said in unison before looking at each other and laughing. Hermione looked at the two with a raised eyebrow before returning the Puffs greetings. They continued talking as the rest of the students filed in. The last student to show was none other than Ron Weasley who looked disheveled, like he just rolled out of bed and came down for breakfast in a hurry. He took a seat across from Hermione and exchanged greetings with his fellow Gryffndors and his friends in the neighboring Hufflepuff table before the food appeared.

After breakfast the heads of house came around and handed out the class schedules. Harry groaned as he looked at the schedules. "Classes with the snakes? Even in this world I can't escape classes with them."

While several of his fellow students looked confused at the first year's statement, Susan patted his back. "There, there Harry. It can't be that bad."

"You have no idea Sue. No idea."

Luckily for them their first class was Transfiguration. Harry and Susan walked in and took a seat together while Hannah and Neville took the desk next to theirs. Of course Malfoy and his cronies were in the back of the class. "Good morning Professor McGonagall," Harry and Susan said to the cat sitting on the main desk.

"Um…why are you talking to the cat," Neville asked.

"That's not a cat. It's Professor McGonagall. The class is called Transfiguration after all," replied Susan.

The cat jumped off the desk and transformed into Professor McGonagall, wowing the rest of the class. "Very astute observation Miss Bones. You too Mr. Potter. 20 points to Hufflepuff."

The rest of their classes that day went similarly well. They even managed to impress Professor Snape by answering all of his questions correctly. "Perhaps you have more of your mother in you than it seems Mr. Potter. 10 points to Hufflepuff." By the end of the school day the pair had managed to wrangle up a total of 60 points for Hufflepuff tying them in first place with Gryffindor on their first day. Harry knew that it was probably Hermione's doing that Gryffindor was doing so well.

As they entered the Puff common room with Neville and Hannah, they were met by Professor Sprout. "Mr. Potter. Miss Bones. Professor Dumbledore would like to have a word with you in his office. Follow me please." With that she led them up to the stone gargoyle that was the hidden entrance to headmaster's office. Harry could've found the office on his own but he thought it would look a little suspicious. Once they got there Harry couldn't resist anymore. He walked up to the stone gargoyle and leaned on it like they were old friends.

"Let me guess...," he said with a grin looking at the two ladies standing there with him. "Lemon drops." With that the stone gargoyle turned to expose the entrance to the Headmaster's office. He took Susan's hand and stepped on the stairs. "Coming Professor," he asked as the stairs started to rise. "You won't want to miss this." Professor Sprout shook off the shock of a first year knowing the secret password to the Headmaster's office and rode the stairs up to the door as Harry knocked.

"Come in," came a voice from inside. They entered the Headmaster's office and saw him sitting there talking to Madam Bones.

"Auntie," Susan shouted as she practically shot forward, dragging Harry behind her. The adults chuckled at the sight of Harry Potter being yanked across the room and struggling to keep up with his young friend.

As Susan went to hug her aunt, Harry looked around the office. Nothing had changed. He saw the familiar red and gold Phoenix sitting up on his perch. He looked up and greeted it. "Hi Fawkes. How's it going?" The phoenix turned its head sideways and looked at him before gliding down to Dumbledore's desk. Harry reached out and pet the phoenix on the top of his head much to everyone's surprise. Looking around the rest of the room, he saw everyone staring at him in surprise. He shrugged like it was no big deal. "What? We're old friends." Fawkes let out a trill before returning to his perch and watching them.

"That's a very unusual thing for one your age Mr. Potter. To be able to touch the phoenix, let alone calling it."

"Yeah well you'll find there are lots of unusual things about me. I suspect we all better settle in because this is going to be a long meeting." He turned to Madam Bones. "I suspect you're here about the bruising and scars. Am I right?" Madam Bones nodded. "Well let's get to it then. Don't worry though. All the broken bones have healed…hopefully correctly." With that he removed his shirt so that they could see the scars across his back. His right side was bruised and purple along with his lower left back. His left arm had what appeared to be a cigar burn from Vernon's cigars. The adults gasped in horror as he did a slow turn about to show them everything. Finally Madam Bones spoke up.

"Your…your guardians did this to you?"

"Yup," came the response. "Mostly Vernon but Dudley may have helped. Turns out I was a stand-in punching bag. Petunia didn't do anything either way. She didn't help them but she didn't help me either."

Madam Bones turned to Dumbledore with a fury in her eyes. "Why? Why was he left there? Wasn't anybody watching him to make sure he was ok? He's a child who saved the world and this is how we repay him? We leave him to these….these monsters? Even if he was a normal child he still shouldn't have to face this kind of treatment."

"Yeaaaah….about that. The whole saving the world thing I mean. I didn't. I mean I delayed Voldemort for 15 years or so but he's trying to make a comeback. He's got horcruxes, especially after hearing about the prophecy. Sue and I have a list of all the Horcruxes and their general locations." He looked at Susan. "Sue?"

Susan dug in her bag and pulled out a small roll of parchment and handed it to Harry who in turned handed it to Dumbledore. "Some of these you could probably get right away but we'll have to wait til next year to get the diary. Lucius will slip it in with Ginny Weasley's books and we will get it when she gets here. Not sure what to do about the one inside me. Also, I'm not sure where in Hogwarts the Diadem is and if I had to guess then I would think that the Hufflepuff cup is in the LeStrange vault based on the information I've gathered previously. You'll have to figure out how to destroy them though. The sword of Gryffindor hasn't absorbed the blood of the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets yet."

He stopped and looked at the adults in the room who were all but picking up their jaws off the floor. Here was an eleven year old boy who had been here less than 24 hours and he was talking about things he should know nothing about like he was some sort of military advisor. Things that were far too advanced and kept secret. "Any questions so far," he asked pausing for a second before continuing, "scratch that. You'll have a ton of questions. I don't want to get bogged down in that at the moment before I've finished."

Turning back to Dumbledore he continued on, "Right now the more immediate threat is that Professor Quirrell is housing Voldemort within himself which is why he is wearing that turban thing. He makes the perfect cover because nobody would ever suspect him. They are trying to get past Fluffy in the tower to get the Philospher's Stone which you have hidden in the Mirror of Erised beyond several other clever things such as a giant game of Wizard's Chess, flying keys, the vines right after the trapdoor, potions and of course the troll. Voldemort and Quirrell are currently attempting to find ways past all of these and won't succeed until almost the end of the year. At least that's the way it happened last time."

"Last time," Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Yeah this is our second go around. Me and Sue anyway. In a few years Hogwarts is going to host the Tri-Wizard cup. The cup itself was a trap and transported both myself and Cedric Diggory to the graveyard of Voldemort's father. Long story short. We both got killed. I met Death and she sent me back here with instructions on how to defeat Voldemort this time around."

Madam Bones looked at Susan, "Susie, how do you fact in to all of this?"

"I'm not really sure how it happened to be honest," Susan replied. "One minute I was sitting there watching the Triwizard tournament and the next thing I know I'm in King's Cross station with Harry, who I watched disappear on the screen after grabbing the cup. He explained what had happened and that he had died fighting Voldemort then Death shows us and explained that she was sending me back in time with him. To help him win the fight. The thing is…in the other world Harry and I weren't exactly the best of friends. Sure we knew each other and spoke on occasion but Harry was in Gryffindor and I was in Hufflepuff." Harry reached out and gave her hand a squeeze as he leaned over and whispered to her.

"It'll be alright Sue. We may not have been the best of friends last time around but this time it'll be different. You'll see. We've got each other and Neville and Hannah. Together there is nothing we can't do." He pulled back and gave her the charming Potter smile and she couldn't resist grinning too.

"Now I've been over my story…well our story…what kind of questions do you have?"