Harry feels his head pounding as he slowly comes to his senses. He attempts to shake away the disorientation by blinking the blurriness out of his eyes, but naturally it doesn't work. Instead he decides to do something more practical and pulls his glasses from where they remain tucked in his pocket before jamming them onto the bridge of his nose. It's a miracle he even managed to get them in his pocket while being strangled by Nagini and possessed by Voldemort. Harry decides to just get on with what he came here to do and ignore the fact that he's started seeing everything in doubles. He moves to stand, but quickly abandons that task when a strong wave of nausea washes over him and causes his vision to start swimming. Deciding instead to observe his whereabouts from his position on the ground, Harry looks around. From what he can gather, he appears to be in an abandoned park of some sort. One that bears striking similarities to the one Dudley used to beat him up in near Private Drive. Shaking the memories from his mind he quickly tries to locate Hedwig and his trunk.

After a quick survey of the area he locates his trunk where it has somehow managed to perch precariously on top of the nearby roundabout. Though unlike the one in his time this one is, ironically enough, a witch's hat roundabout and his trunk is balancing right on the tip of it. With a groan Harry heaves his sore body off of the ground and decides to first locate Hedwig before attempting to retrieve his trunk. It only takes a few moments to spot her from where she is sprawled out on the slide. Harry quickly makes his way over and after thoroughly checking her over she seems to have been lucky enough to escape any injuries.

Harry turns his attention back to the roundabout and glares up at his trunk. When he envisioned how this mission would be going down he in no way imagined it would involve him attempting to scale children's playground equipment. Ruefully he begins his attempts at trying to clamber up the rickety structure.

"Rita Skeeter, if only you could see the great Harry Potter now," he mumbles as he loses his footing and comes crashing to the ground. "I can practically see the headlines; Harry Potter a mere boy of 13 so desperate for attention he throws himself into the past, risking our beloved future, to cause mayhem. Who knows what kind of devious acts he plans to carry out. His childhood must truly have been tragic if he feels he has to cope by climbing about the park like a child. The only safe place for one so obviously demented is the Janus Thickey Ward in St. Mungo's Hospital."

He gives a derisive snort as he once again begins making his way up the side of the roundabout. Harry can only imagine how truly ridiculous he must look right now. After a fair bit of wiggling and cursing, Harry finally manages to scale the piece of equipment. Without further ado, he shoves the bottom of the trunk and sends it toppling to the ground with a resounding thud. Landing on the ground himself not a moment later, Harry grabs his trunk and drags it over to the form who he had been content to ignore until now.

Laying in the grass a few meters away, sprawled in a very un-lordly fashion, was none other than Lord Voldemort. His position was quite hilarious and if the situation wasn't so terrible Harry probably would have laughed. None the less, having Voldemort back in the past is nothing short of disastrous. Harry's whole purpose in coming here was to prevent Voldemort from ever happening. How was he going to do that now if Voldemort has followed him into the past? A past that lacks all the knowledge needed to keep the Dark Lord out of power at that.

Harry glares down at the limp form. "How easy it would be to end him now," Harry can't help but muse. Unfortunately, the device he used in order to reach this period needed fuel to power it. That fuel was Harry's, and subsequently Voldemort's, magic. Given the distance traveled and the amount of beings who were brought back, Dumbledore estimated a few hours before Harry would have access to his magic once again. It shouldn't be too different from their estimations, since Voldemort 'paid' for his own travel.

Staring at the quite frankly pathetic sight of the Dark Lord, Harry couldn't help but be conflicted. While the urge to find a sharp stick or rock and have a go at Voldemort while he was vulnerable was great, Harry didn't think he could stomach it. He'd much rather gather his things and Hedwig and bolt before the man returned to consciousness. Harry carefully ran his gaze across the park while still keeping part of his attention on the man before him. "No sign of Nagini, so there really wouldn't be a point in offing Voldemort without also being able to destroy his horcrux."

Mind made up, Harry quickly called Hedwig over to land on his shoulder before heading out of the park at a brisk pace. The first thing Harry needed to do was find out just where he had landed. Hopefully, he hadn't managed to be transported to a completely different continent. He definitely didn't want to have to waste precious hours waiting for his magic and the ability to apparate.

While walking , Harry can't help but wonder about his and Voldemort's arrival in the past. "Voldemort was possessing my body when the device was activated, and yet we were separated when I regained consciousness. Some how, the journey back in time managed to pull us apart and return him to his body." Stopping abruptly, Harry absent-mindedly apologizes to Hedwig for dislodging her. A sudden thought came to his mind and he can't help but wonder at the possibility. "If during the process of traveling back magic managed to separate us, could it be possible that it managed to pull the horcrux from within me as well?"

Harry's mind was abuzz as he once again started walking. "It doesn't really matter, though, does it? It's not like there's anyway for me to find out." With that in mind, Harry shook off his previous thoughts and determinedly continued on his way.

It was only a few short minutes later that Harry reached the end of the park and found himself surrounded by suburban houses. He made his way down the street and was fortunate enough to come across a woman who was willing to tell him his location. It seems as if things are working in his favor for once because not only is he in England rather than Scotland or some other country, but he is also not far from London.

Wasting no time, Harry thanked the woman and quickly made off. An hour and a half of walking later and Harry was within London. It was a bit disorienting to see the city as he'd only ever seen it in old photographs, but nevertheless fascinating. Harry paid no mind to the not insignificant number of looks he was getting due to his clothes. Lugging around a trunk and carrying and owl probably wasn't helping either.

Another hour of wandering and getting lost later and Harry had finally managed to reach his destination. Without further ado, Harry enters the Leaky Cauldron and heads straight for the entrance to Diagon Alley. He has to wait for someone else to open the entrance do to his lack of magic, but luckily it wasn't for long. Harry makes a beeline for Gringotts.

[Wow, it's been a long time. I hope this chapter is received well, please let me know any grammar/spelling mistakes I may have made. I don't know when the next update may come, but hopefully it won't take another three years. Although, truthfully, I've had nearly this entire chapter written since before I even wrote the first chapter, but I never posted it incase I never came back to the story. I thought the first chapter stood alone well enough, but not if this was included. Also, please forgive any awkward formatting. I currently do not have a computer available to me, so I'm trying to do this through a phone.]

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