Disclaimer: I do not own anybody from this series or anything else in bold. Sadly, I wish I did.

I got a warning to be careful how I go about this, thank you so much! So, I'm not going to have the full text from the book, there will still be something there though so you don't have to search through your copies to figure out what is going on. If you want to use your copies, go for it. At least you'll be able to follow it easier than if I just cut out text all together.

I might leave the more intense scenes or chapters intact though, because lets face it, there's just so much there and it would be such a shame to cut those out.

people from the past if they have an older counter-part in the reading, everyone else will be normal font.

Also, I know that in the books Harry is never mentioned as a big prankster, but in this he is.


"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Chapter one. the Boy who Lived." Dumbledore read.

Harry groaned and banged his head against the back of the couch he was sharing with Ron. He stopped when Hermione came over, Madam Pomfrey finally done with her for now, as long as she took it easy.

When he got quizzical glances over his reaction to the title, he just nodded at Ginny, silently asking her to explain.

As all the Weasley's, even Arthur, were laughing, she had to calm down before she could inform the room at large that Harry absolutely hated his fame and everything to do with being famous. He especially hated being called the Boy-Who-Lived!

Snape looked at him in interest. He thought the Boy-Who-Lived loved the attention.

Now people understood, and a few even looked at him with pity, before he loudly announced that he didn't want or need pity.

(Mr. and Mrs... thank you very much.)

Ginny looked over the Dursley's, all six of them, and innocently asked them to define normal.

"The opposite of what that boy is!" Both Vernon's burst out in unison. Older Vernon even went so far as to add that his Dudder's was the very definition of normal.

Which made Dudley and Harry look at each other and start laughing, and Dudley to look at Harry in superiority.

That was, until both Vernon's found themselves confronted with some very angry witches over the fact that this man had just implied that "their son" was abnormal. Moody just sat by and watched, comparing Dudley and Harry, and writing on his parchment.

The Dursley's were also a little surprised that Dudley and Harry seemed to have an inside joke. Why were they getting along?!

(They were the last... with such nonsense.)

Many eyebrows went up around the room. Especially from those who were closest to Harry or had ever had a conversation, however fleeting, with either Petunia or Vernon. Snape in particular felt like he knew what was coming, these books were going to start challenging his beliefs on how the Potter boy was raised before Hogwarts.

He glanced at Moody and he knew that either way, the younger boy was probably going to be out of that house as soon as they left this room.

(Mr. Dursley... which made drills.)

Arthur opened his mouth but Hermione cut him off by conjuring a parchment and quill and asking him to write down the objects he doesn't know, and they will tell him about them later.

He nodded, looking a little disappointed that he had to wait, but obediently wrote it down.

The rest of the Weasley's were shaking in silent laughter that Hermione could predict their dad so well.

(He was a big... spying on the neighbors.)

All four adult Dursley's spluttered at how they were described.

The Petunia's were also very offended that she could ever be accused of spying on the neighbors, and said as much.

Until... "So, Aunt Petunia. What did Mrs. Smith do out in her flowerbed the other day?" Harry asked innocently.

"Ooooh, it was so odd, I was watching out the window and all of a sudden, I saw Mrs. Smith... BOY! HOW DARE YOU!" Petunia finished off with a shriek.

She stood to go grab Harry, but Sirius stood up, still a little shaky from Azkaban but better, and glared until she sat back down. The laughter in the room only increased from the quiet laughter of people trying not to actually laugh, to the full blown laughter of people actually rolling on the floor laughing. Moody growled and took his wand out, keeping it in hand while his fake eye fixed itself on the Dursleys, he was not taking an eye off them for a second.

When she had stood up, Harry seemed to shrink in on himself, and the mischievous grin that Gryffindors everywhere knew to run away from vanished. When Sirius stood up to defend him, Harry stared at him in disbelief.

Just who is this guy and why does he care so much? First he gives him food and waits for him to start eating before touching his own food, and then he stands up to Aunt Petunia for him!

All the Gryffindors in the room were shocked that this woman had made that grin of his disappear so quickly. Not even McGonagall was safe from what that grin meant! Even Moody had learned to be extra vigilante when he saw that look, and that was saying something.

Harry caught his look and decided that he better formally introduce the two later. His younger self looked very confused.

(The Dursleys had a... finer boy anywhere.)

Dudley puffed himself up proudly. Dudley saw this and resolved to talk to his younger self later on about his attitude. And his health, he couldn't believe he had once been so large! I guess an encounter with Dementor's really does change lives.

While Dudley wondered about his younger self, both Harry's seemed to lose control over their ability, which they had perfected over the years, mind you, not to laugh. It was just too much to take in.

In fact, Harry started laughing so hard that Sirius had to take his plate away for fear of it going all over the place, and then Sirius had to help him out when he started choking on what little food had been in his mouth when he started laughing.

People had to smile at how good the man fresh out of Azkaban was with little Harry. Those from the future smiled sadly remembering how all Sirius ever wanted to do was take care of Harry. Moody resolved to get answers regarding Sirius first thing he did, while he got the ball rolling for the trial, he could go get Harry.

Several of them shot Dumbledore dark looks. In the end it had been him ordering him to stay away from Harry, stay at Grimmauld Place.

(The Dursleys had... somebody would discover it.)

"Sorry to break this to you, but everybody in our world knows your related to wizards. What they don't understand is how you can... act... the way you do about it." Harry said. Rather bluntly too. The Dursley's looked horrified, while the Dursley's looked like they understood something.

After all, Diggle had seemed pretty shocked at how they treated Harry when they left, that red-haired guy who blew up their living room hadn't seemed to understand either why they wouldn't even tell Harry good-bye when they took him to their house that one summer.

(They didn't think... about the Potters.)

Both Remus and Sirius froze. Moody growled.

Sirius snarled, "What about the Potters?"

All Dursley's froze, while the futures started shaking from trying not to laugh again.

Sure they were mad about that too, but watching the Dursley's so terrified of Sirius was just pure gold! Of course, they knew exactly how he could be when he got really mad, but they also knew that very little actually got him mad.

Dumbledore started wondering just what had happened that Halloween, and why Sirius is acting this way if he betrayed the Potters.

(Mrs. Potter was... good-for-nothing husband)

All the futures, Dumbledore too, froze. That sentence had just been said in from of Sirius and Remus. Two men who considered James their brother.

The stillness was broken when Harry and Ron jumped up to grab Sirius and Remus, both of whom had suddenly lunged for the Dursley's. Harry grabbed Sirius while Ron took Remus, of course, with Remus' werewolf strength it didn't take long for Charlie to come over to give him a hand.

It was probably lucky for Sirius too that he was so angry that Molly couldn't understand what he was saying. Otherwise she would've lit him a new one for using such language around children.

Eventually Harry, Ron, and Charlie managed to drag the two of them away and through a door that suddenly appeared. Once the door slammed shut behind them, Mrs. Weasley turned the Dursley's and sternly warned them against saying anything against James and Lily Potter in the future.

Those two men had been James' best friends and they were very protective of him and Harry.

Moody growled at them to watch their tongues because he had been the one to teach James Potter everything he knew, and he was one of the best Aurors in the division, right up their with Sirius Black. In fact, both James and Sirius had been up for promotions to the elite unit attached to the Department of Mysteries when James took his family into hiding.

The younger Dursley's paled, they had a bad feeling that there were going to be more comments similar to the latest one in these books, and if the cupboard was found out about... they were dead.

The older Dursley's weren't quite as concerned, they had already met Remus, they already heard all about Sirius, and they already knew exactly what would happen to them if Harry didn't keep them away like he just had. Now they just had to hope the boy would really protect them.

While the five boys were gone, hopefully calming Remus and Sirius down and warning them that comments like that were going to happen in the book and there was nothing to be done about it, Harry took the opportunity to ask what really happened to his parents, he thought they were killed driving drunk.

The innocent question made many futures freeze. Many of them had known James at school, many of them knew James through Harry or Remus and Sirius. But all of them knew that James had been a powerful and important wizard in the war.

They couldn't believe that the boy knew nothing about his own father. That that was all he had been told, and that with nothing else to go on, he believed it.

Nearly everyone turned to McGonagal to explain, after all, she was the Gryffindor head of house. She smiled gently and explained that his parents had been very important people. His father was the head of an old and powerful family in their world as well as being an Auror, and then when he had no idea what she meant by their world, she took him away to another newly appeared room to explain privately that he was a wizard, what that meant, and a little more about his parents.

Both groups came back to the main room at the same time, and Harry made a beeline for Sirius when he saw him.

Sirius looked shocked but very happy as he led Harry back to their couch, where they sat together. Sirius looked at the food wasted when he lunged for Petunia mournfully. Such perfectly good food... oh well, he was good for now. Harry shook his head when he was asked if he was still hungry, he had already eaten more than he had that whole week.

(were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.)

Sirius barked out a laugh, "I think James would take that as a compliment. Wouldn't you agree Moony?"

Remus smiled. He had missed Sirius. "Why yes, Pads, I agree very much. How about you Harry?"

This was directed at the older Harry, who grinned and nodded his head.

Harry was happy to hear them talking about his father, now that he knew his father's name.

(The Dursleys shuddered... a child like that.)

"What makes you think that James wanted his son mixing with yours?" Sirius asked coldly. He was in a very bad mood right now. Harry may have gotten him to calm down and promise not to attack them, but they were insulting his best friend... his brother.

Nobody does that and gets away with it. In fact, he was already planning his revenge, Marauder's style.

Harry raised an eyebrow at his godfather. He may be fresh out of Azkaban at the moment, but Harry knew that look. This was going to be fun.

(When Mr. and Mrs... all over the country.)

All the Professors froze. Tuesday? Mysterious and strange things? Their eyes slid towards Harry almost on their own.

(Mr. Dursley... boring tie for work,)

Remus, Sirius, and the Weasley's all gagged at the thought of 'boring' ties.

(and Mrs. Dursley... into his high chair.)

Dudley paled. He turned to Harry almost desperately.

"Please tell me I wasn't really that bad ALL these years." He begged.

Harry looked sympathetic and said, "Sorry, Dud, but I must not tell lies."

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry reproachfully while McGonagall growled. That evil toad. Harry smiled apologetically when he realized that it sounded like he was joking about that.

Dudley groaned and looked towards his younger self and Harry. The look he gave Dudley was clear as day. "We are talking later."

Dudley just looked confused, what was there to talk about?

(None of... flutter past the window.)

Everyone who felt like they knew what day this was couldn't help but be exasperated through their dread. Just because Voldemort was dead was no excuse to completely throw Muggle security out the window!

(At half past... cereal at the walls.)

Molly looked very disapprovingly at both Dudley's. Her children never behaved that way.

Dudley looked at the book in horror. Had he really been like that?!

Dudley just looked embarrassed that other people were seeing him like that, he was not to be seen like that!

("Little tyke,"... left the house.)

"YOUR OK WITH THAT KIND OF APPALLING BEHAVIOR?! WHAT KIND OF PARENTS ARE YOU?!" Molly shrieked. This was no way to discipline a child, he was going to grow up wild!

All the teacher's in the room, yes including Hagrid since he's a teacher too, despite it being Hagrid, were shaking their heads and muttering condolences to all of Dudley's school teachers. Moody was muttering condolences to the local law enforcement that would have to deal with him in the future.

All four Dursley adult looked highly offended that this crowd was criticizing the parenting of normal people. Before they could say anything and dig a deeper whole for themselves, something is already being planned if he knew anything about Sirius Black, Harry loudly suggested that Dumbledore read.

Glaring around the room at whoever dared argue. Which was mostly towards the Dursley's.

(He got into... cat reading a map.)

"Minnie!" Sirius cried/croaked. Some looked at him odd, but Remus and the Golden Trio were trying really hard not to laugh. The Dursley's were confused.

They were happy to see Sirius recovering so quickly from Azkaban. They knew how hard it had been in their time. Of course, in their time he didn't have Harry sitting right beside him the whole time... Harry had been with the Dursley's while he was running.

McGonagall just groaned at the name, how long was Sirius going to call her that?! Although, she had to admit that she didn't really mind, as long as he was alive, he could call her that all he liked. Not that she was going to tell him that...

(For a second,... It stared back.)

Many of the wizards in the room chuckled. Yup, that was McGonagall alright.

(As Mr. Dursley drove... maps or signs.)

All the wizards snorted. Shows what they know.

(Mr. Dursley gave... to get that day.)

Fred, George, Remus and Sirius muttered, "Borrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggggggg."

(But on the edge... by something else.)

"Distracted easily, this one is." Fred muttered. George looked around carefully at his mother before leaning down and whispering something in his ear.

Dumbledore being the observant person that he is, just then noticed his missing ear. He frowned and put the book down to ask what happened but noticed Harry staring at him, daring him to ask.

'It seems the future is a dark place. First the three of them came here in the middle of a rescue and escape, one of them having been tortured, all three of them are dirty like they've been running for a while. And now Mr. Weasley's ear looks like it was cursed off. Either my plans have completely failed, or... Everything is going exactly as planned and these are just the sacrifices.' Satisfied that everything seemed to be working out, even if it did seem to be dark times, he continued reading.

Harry resolved to talk to him later about him and his plans.

(As he sat in... People in cloaks.)

All those who were pure-bloods and hadn't taken Muggle Studies (or had Lily Evans marry their best friend) were confused.

The Dursley's were also confused about why these weirdos were confused about cloaks being weird.

Harry laughed at everyone's faces before Hermione explained to the wizards that Muggles don't wear cloaks, and to the Muggles that cloaks were normal clothing for wizards.

The wizards nodded in understanding while the Dursley's nashed their teeth at the audacity of these people to not even wear normal clothes. (a/n from now on, when I say Dursley's, just assume I'm talking about all four of the adults and Dudley, unless otherwise stated.)

(Mr. Dursley... in funny clothes-)

The wizards eyebrows rose as they turned to look at him. They looked amused for some reason.

Just wait until Dursley really tells them what he thinks of their kind, they won't be very amused anymore.

(the getups... stupid new fashion.)

The wizards snorted, although some of them were thinking, 'stupid?' They were also starting to wonder how a guy like Harry grew up with a man like this and still had a sense of humor.

(He drummed his... whispering excitedly together.)

Those that hadn't already guessed what might have happened started to wonder. A couple of them came to the conclusion that the only thing that could possibly excite wizards enough that they completely ignored secrecy was that Halloween. They glanced at the Harry's sadly.

(Mr. Dursley was... The nerve of him!)

A few of the wizards looked at each other. What was this Muggles problem? Who cared if somebody was dressed differently.

They resolved to ignore him as best as possible, although they had the sinking feeling that ignoring him was going to be easier said then done.

(But then it struck... yes, that would be it.)

Eye-rolls from around the room were sent towards the Vernon's way. This Muggle was impossible.

(The traffic moved... mind back on drills.)

"Well," Fred said hesitantly, "At least you are dedicated to your work..." He would have continued but trailed off at the look the Vernon's sent him.

The nerve of this freak, would probably never work a day in his life, how dare he talk to a normal person about work! Vernon didn't say anything though, and warned his younger self against it as well. He knew exactly what would happen if they got these freaks worked up, and Harry might not always stop them.

(Mr. Dursley always sat... after owl sped overhead).

The older people (by age, not time-lines) groaned about that. Good-bye Statute of Secrecy.

(Most of them had... and shouted a bit more.)

Ron whistled. "Hey Harry, think he likes to yell?"

Harry grimaced and muttered, "you have no idea."

Harry also grimaced. He had just come home from school with a better report card than Dudley. His ears were still ringing and his arm still hurt from where Uncle Vernon grabbed him to throw him in the cupboard until it was time to make dinner. They never did reach the cupboard though. He rubbed his arm where he'd been grabbed absently, it was already bruising.

Something Snape and Moody both noticed, Snape narrowed his eyes and debated for a moment before he pulled out a bruise balm, tossing it to the younger boy, gesturing to his arm and raising his eyebrow until the boy got the hint and started rubbing it into the bruise, carefully keeping it covered so nobody else would see it, especially not his new godfather. Moody scribbled something on a different sheet of parchment, this one was something he was going to give Madam Pomfrey for her to take a look at before they left here.

Sirius noticed the looks on their faces and Snape tossing the bruise balm over and exchanged looks with Remus. That didn't look good. They had already been wondering if this family was really the best to raising Harry. Now...

Sirius was so frustrated. Why had he gone after that rat! He should have just taken Harry, explained things to Dumbledore, and run if the old man tried to say otherwise. That had been the original plan after all, but then he started thinking about that rat, and he decided that he could come back for Harry after he made sure that the rat was no longer a threat.

He should have just gotten Harry first, explained the truth to Dumbledore, then gone after the rat. Maybe then he wouldn't have such a bad feeling about the fact that these Muggles with no imagination and a hatred for anything 'not normal' raised his pup. At any rate, he would have been able to raise Harry himself.

(He was in a... walk across the road)

The Harry's jaws hit the floor. Uncle Vernon walked somewhere willingly?! The world was ending!

The wizards all laughed at the look on their faces.

(to buy himself a bun from the bakery.)

The Harry's picked up their jaws and nodded, looking relieved. The world was safe again.

Sirius chuckled at their antics. He loved this kid.

(He'd forgotten all about... but they made him uneasy.)

The wizards were getting really annoyed at his anger towards anything different. Several of them were starting to chant in their heads, 'ignore the ignorant Muggle, ignore the ignorant Muggle...'

Normally, they wouldn't be this uptight, but they'd been living in a Voldemort-run world for about 6-7 months now. Their nerves were frayed with worry for their families, worry for the Trio, and worry for the fate of their whole way of life.

That and, this Muggles attitude reminded several of them too much of Death Eaters attitude towards Muggles and Muggle-borns.

(This bunch were whispering...-yes, their son, Harry-")

That's when Harry knew what day this was. This was the day after his parents died. He looked towards Sirius and Harry.

Sirius caught his look and nodded reassuringly. He would be fine, he had Harry to take care of, he would be fine.

(Mr. Dursley stopped dead.)

Harry spoke up before the other pranksters in the room could say anything. "It's just a saying guys, he didn't actually die." He snickered. The usual pranksters looked disappointed.

The Dursley's looked disturbed, these freaks were... well, freaks! Not even knowing a figure of speech like that!

(Fear flooded him... but thought better of it.)

Harry mumbled, "He can think?"

Remus only heard him because he was a werewolf, and he chuckled quietly. Harry looked around startled, he hadn't thought anybody could hear him, he could be pretty quiet when he wanted to be.

(He dashed back... stroked his mustache, thinking...)

Everyone who had ever spoken with Vernon or heard Harry talk about him raised their eyebrows. That must have hurt.

(no, he was being stupid.)

Both Harry's and the Weasley's let out laughs that they quickly tried to cover up with coughs at Molly's disapproving look.

(Potter wasn't such an unusual name.)

Sirius snorted, "maybe in the Muggle world its not, but in the wizarding world there is only one Potter family, and one Potter." He added the last part sadly, thinking that if he hadn't trusted that rat... there would still be three.

(He was sure... was called Harry.)

"You didn't even know your own nephews name?!" Molly shouted indignantly.

"It's ok, Mrs. Weasley. He learned it, I think..." Harry said the last part so quiet that only Remus heard him.

The werewolf looked over in alarm. He doesn't even know if his uncle knows his name? How could he not if he lived with him for 16 years?

Molly looked like she was about to argue, but Arthur laid a hand on her arm, he really didn't want to have this conversation right now.

(He'd never... been Harvey. Or Harold.)

Both Harry's, Remus, and Sirius grumbled something under their breath that nobody quite caught, but the Dursley's could guess from Harry's face. They would have said something but Harry happened to be casually tapping his wand against his leg at the time. They'd never seen him use it, except for that night with Dudley, but they had seen what he could do without it.

Moody nodded in approval, that was a good scare tactic, with the added bonus of already having it out if they still didn't get the message.

(There was no... her- if he's had a sister like that...)

Snape and Sirius growled at that. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Lily!

Both Harry's looked at each other, silently agreeing that Uncle Vernon did have a sister 'like that'.

Out loud, Harry coughed, "Aunt Marge."

Several of the Weasley's burst out laughing while several of the other adults in the room looked at him reproachfully. That hadn't been funny.

Vernon had also not missed what was said. "Boy..." He made to get up, but a growl from Sirius sat him back down quick.

Sirius started to wonder, not that they had been there that long, but he hadn't heard, with the exception of Dudley, one of the Dursley's speak to Harry unless it was to yell at him for something everyone else thought was funny. They hadn't once said his name, and Remus had already silently communicated what Harry said earlier about his uncle probably not knowing his name even after 16 years of living in the same house. And then there were all his snide comments in the book about the wizarding world...

Honestly, from what he'd already observed in the half chapter they'd read, it was a miracle Harry knew his own name.

Of course, neither Harry was about to tell the room that until he started Muggle school, he'd thought his own name had been Boy, although he responded to Freak just as often, with the occasional Potter when he was really in trouble. They didn't want the room to explode even more than it already had.

(but all the same, those..."Sorry," he grunted,)

Both Harry's jaws really dropped this time. In fact, they both stood up, each staring at their respective uncle, and yelled, "You know how to say sorry?!" in absolute shock.

Everyone laughed, even though a few adults wondered about Harry's life with his relatives, until Vernon's glare made both Harry's pale and sit back down abruptly, both staring at the floor with their hands folded in their laps. A show of obedience that nobody had ever seen from the boy.

From the way Harry told his encounter's with Voldemort, not even Voldemort had gotten an ounce of cooperation from him, and that was with Voldemort holding Harry at wand-point and after subjecting him the Cruciatus a few times.

The difference was, Harry knew exactly what Voldemort was up to, which buttons were safe to push and when. Harry actually found him very predictable. He couldn't say the same of Uncle Vernon. Not even after living with him for so long, that and submissive behavior when it came to his Uncle was kind of ingrained. He didn't get hit often, but when he did...

(as the tiny old man... made passersby stare,)

"Does that sound like Flitwick to any of you?" Fred asked the red-heads. They all grinned and nodded, looking towards the tiny professor, who was tomato red at the moment.

("Don't be sorry... happy, happy day!")

Harry's face darkened. "Happy?! I get that people were glad he was gone and all, but...but." He couldn't finish, he was too indignant to get his words out.

People looked at him sadly, Harry looked confused. Did he miss something?

Sirius looked sad and mad too, he understood and knew exactly where Harry was coming from.

Hermione gave Harry a hug while Ron grabbed a shoulder.

Flitwick sighed and stated softly, "I wasn't even thinking about that. The details were rumors at that moment, and, well- I didn't want to put stock in them. I didn't want to believe that they were really..." He trailed off miserably.

Harry gazed at him for a moment and then nodded.

(And the old... and walked off.)

Harry whistled, "Impressive." At the questioning looks, he explained that it was impressive how a small guy like Flitwick could get his arms around a big guy like Uncle Vernon. Everyone compared their sizes for a moment before nodding that he had a point there.

(Mr. Dursley stood... approve of imagination.)

The Weasley clan, Remus, and Sirius all turned to stare at the Dursley's incredulously. How could they not approve of imagination? It's what makes the world go 'round!

The Gryffindor's in the room turned to stare at Harry. Clearly he had escaped that mentality, all the pranks he himself pulled and then helped Fred and George with...

(As he pulled into..."Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly.)

Everybody laughed, they couldn't help it. The thought of this Muggle telling McGonagall to shoo like that... like she was a dog or something. They found the thought hilarious.

McGonagall looked miffed as she remembered this, it had taken all her self-control not to attack when he did that.

(The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look.)

Just like McGonagall was giving him now.

The pranksters all burst out laughing, oh, the amount of times they'd all seen that look directed at them!

(Was this normal cat behavior?)

"Nope, but it is Minnie behavior!" Sirius singsonged. The pranksters laughed, McGonagall looked annoyed, but everyone could see her lips twitching.

Everyone from the future was just glad that Sirius was already acting like his old self again, of course, he does have Harry next to him...

(Mr. Dursley wondered... anything to his wife.)

"How'd that work for you?" Both Harry's asked cheekily. The Dursley's just glared, the Harry's exchanged glances, evil smirks on their faces.

Seems like they can communicate silently even better than the twins.

Even the Marauders felt chills at that smirk.

(Mrs. Dursley had... learned a new word ("Won't!").)

The motherly types in the room growled at the manners of this child and the poor parenting of his parents.

Molly looked at the Dudley's and sternly told him what would have happened if he had behaved like that in her household.

All the Weasley boys grimaced and shifted uncomfortably, they didn't have to be told, they knew exactly what would have happened.

(Mr. Dursley tried to... Jim?" "Well, Ted,")

The Trio sat up suddenly. "Ted Tonks?" Harry asked urgently.

The other futures looked startled, had they heard?

McGonagall looked at them and slowly said yes, then asked if they heard the news about him.

Harry sighed and slumped in his seat. "Yeah. Yeah we heard." He looked at Remus and sighed again.

Hermione whispered something in his ear while Sirius looked between his godsons, deciding that the older one needs him a bit more at that moment.

He leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, causing him to get up and motion Harry to switch him.

Harry did, and when he sat down he was engulfed in a hug from Sirius, who really wanted to know what happened to his godson and who hurt him so he could kill them. What's the point of being locked up for murder if you never even murdered anyone?

(said the weatherman,... whisper about the Potters...)

McGonagall groaned. "See, this is why we have Muggle secrecy laws. If even this idiot can figure it out," she jerked her thumb back towards Vernon, "then who's to say others won't? I realize that he already knew about us, but he also actively tries to pretend we don't exist."

The other professors were nodding in agreement, so was Arthur.

Once Vernon finally realized that he had just been called an idiot, he started to stand up, opening his mouth to say something really smart that wouldn't get him killed at all.

Molly just turned and snarled, "Try it, I dare you." She'd had enough and he hadn't really done a whole lot yet. Must have been his very poor parenting...

(Mrs. Dursley came... didn't have a sister.)

Sirius and Remus snarled. Snape looked murderously resigned, after all, he had grown up listening to Petunia's nonsense about her sister.

Of course, that didn't mean he was going to just put up with it.

("No," she said sharply... you know... her crowd.")

Upon seeing the looks on many wizards faces, the Dursley's wisely kept silent.

(Mrs. Dursley sipped... He decided he didn't dare.)

Many wizards coughed, "coward." The witches just raised an eyebrow. Those who ever had a husband knew that all men did that.

The Dursley's didn't seem to hear it though, due to the Silencio Harry had cast towards them when their muttering got annoying. He did not want to hear them.

(Instead he said... name, if you ask me.")

Harry looked surprised that she had known his name.

Snape snarled something about names and grandfathers. Only Petunia seemed to have a clue as to what he was talking about. They both glared at Snape, while he glared right back.

Harry perked up, "Harry was my grandfathers name?" Snape stared at him in disbelief, it was one thing for Petunia to not talk about her sister, they had a bad relationship, but not to tell the boy about his own grandparents, her parents? Snape realized that since he and Petunia were the only ones in the room who knew the Evans couple, and Petunia obviously wasn't going to say anything, he would have to suffer the boys presence and tell him something, he may not like the boy, but even James Potters spawn deserved to know about his family.

Sirius sighed and tried to run a hand through his tangled mess of hair. He really should have spoken with Dumbledore first, then taken care of Harry. Forget about the rat.

("Oh, es," said Mr. Dursley... he could bear it.)

"Aww, what's wrong, afraid to say the word, 'wizard?'" Snape, surprisingly to everyone not aware of his history with Petunia, snarled.

Vernon glared at him and hissed that he didn't want to be associated with a bunch of freaks!

Now everyone was growling, hissing, or glaring at the Dursley's. Not even Molly's mantra that this was Harry's biological family, we can't hurt them, was keeping her temper in check.

These were Death Eaters in Muggle form!

The room barely restrained themselves from attacking, remembering the warning they received, and really not wanting to find out if anything would happen if they broke the rules.

(The Dursley's got into... How very wrong he was.)

"And oh, how I wish you weren't." Both Harry's muttered under their breath. Only the canines in the room picked it up, although McGonagall did catch enough to know they said something.

(Mr. Dursley might have... and its eyes narrowed.)

People looked between McGonagall and Dumbledore, wondering how she knew he would be there and why he was there at that time of night. It was obvious that he had at some point taken Harry to the Dursley's, but why didn't he do it earlier or wait till morning?

(Nothing like this man... boots was unwelcome.)

Sirius snorted, "Oh, he knew. I just doubt he'd care." He wasn't too happy with the headmaster at the moment. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Dumbledore hadn't even tried to get him a trial, or to even come speak with him about what really happened. He'd just let him be shipped off to Azkaban, and shipped Harry off to his relatives while he was at it. And it was pretty clear that his relatives did not like him at all.

As the Chief Warlock, he had the power and the responsibility to make sure everyone got a trial.

(He was busy rummaging... a silver cigarette lighter.)

Ron grinned and pulled out his own 'silver cigarette lighter.' Dumbledore saw this and suddenly got concerned about his own future. The only reason he would give that thing up was if he was dead and felt that the thing would be better served with Harry.

(He flicked it open... he clicked the Put-Outer,)

Ron gagged and Harry said, "You know, I kinda like 'Deluminator' better."

Some of the futures looked confused, Harry knew what that thing was? Then, like the observant people they all are, they finally noticed that Ron was holding the thing in his hand.

(until the only lights... looked distinctly ruffled.)

The Dursley's, who had been thinking that these people were lunatics for thinking that the cat had been a person, were shocked.

The wizards took one look at their faces and it was enough to have them rolling on the ground laughing for a few minutes. Or twenty. But who was counting.

("How did you... parties on my way here.")

Harry growled and muttered something that nobody quite caught, but they had a feeling that it was unflattering towards those that celebrated his parents death.

Of course, that's not what they were really celebrating, but that's what it felt like to Harry. That the wizarding community heard that he defeated Voldemort, and gave him all this fame, but they forgot about his parents and their sacrifice. To hear that they were celebrating like that, that they were celebrating a betrayal that ended in somebody being orphaned... he was not happy with the wizarding world.

(Professor McGonagall sniffed... He never had much sense.")

Fred and George grinned. "No, but you have,"

"To admit, that he's,"

"Fun to be around." They finished together like always.

All the kids laughed and agreed. The future Dursley's were the only ones to disagree, they did not like that guy.

("You can't blame them,"... for a lemon drop?")

Everyone groaned. What was it with that man and lemon drops?!

("A what?... sweet I'm rather fond of.")

Everyone grumbled about that being an understatement. Even Sirius, and he's been in Azkaban for the past 10 years.

("No, thank you,"... of saying Voldemort's name.")

Harry gave a loud "Hear, hear!" Before giving Ron and the rest of the Weasley's a pointed look. He had been trying to break them of that habit for years.

Ron sighed and reminded him, again, of the Taboo in place at the moment. Harry shrugged and said that there was no Taboo in this room, especially considering that they didn't even know where this room was.

Ron sighed but didn't bother correcting him. He would never understand his friend. It seemed like not even getting caught because of that Taboo was enough to deter him.

("I know you haven't,"... noble to use them.")

The Trio looked at each other, before looking at Dumbledore.

Harry said, "Or it's because he learned his lesson the first time..."

Dumbledore looked up, startled and a little afraid. How much did he know about his past?

Everyone else was a little startled too, what was Harry talking about? Sirius asked. Harry just suggested that it might come up in these books.

To anyone looking, Dumbledore paled considerably, if that came out now all his plans would be ruined!

("It's lucky it's... she liked my earmuffs.")

The kids in the room gagged. They did not need to hear that. Most of the adults in the room looked like they could have gone their whole lives not hearing that too.

(Professor McGonagall... are- are- that they're- dead.")

Harry looked startled. "Wait, so they didn't die in a car crash, they were murdured?" All the wizards turned to gape at the two Harry's, both of which shrunk down into their seats trying to get away from their gaze.

All of them were too startled and angry to speak. A few of them suddenly remembered Harry mentioning earlier that he thought his parents were drunk driving.

Finally, Sirius managed to choke out, "They told you that James and Lily died in a car crash." Both Harry's looked at him wearily, Harry wary of Sirius going all protective godfather on him again, and Harry worried that he had said something wrong.

Harry nodded slowly and gestured for Harry to come on over to their couch. He figured that maybe if the two of them were right there that Sirius would stay put. What he did not expect was for Sirius to grab them and pull them into a bone-crushing hug before going into the other room to talk.

What they didn't know was that while they were in that hug, Remus had signaled Sirius to take them out. He knew that Harry was of age and all and that he never really had any feelings for his relatives, but neither of them needed to hear this discussion. Moody decided that the others could handle this and decided to go with the boys.

While the Dursley's and Dumbledore got their talking to, Sirius sat down with the boys and started talking to them about their parents. He didn't know what Harry knew, so he mostly just talked for Harry's benefit.

He told them stories about when they were in school, about how good James was at his job, and he even told about the rivalry between James and Snape. Moody pitched in once in a while with some small stories about James and Sirius' training days, and then later on when they finished training.

Sirius told Harry everything, including the full-moon incident and how Lily used to hate James until he deflated. He didn't leave anything out. He even told them some stuff that Harry didn't know yet.

Sirius wanted nothing more than to rip those Dursley's apart right now, but figured that Harry didn't need to see that (see, he can control himself), he was still young and war-innocent. Harry, on the other hand, wasn't.

It was at least two hours before Remus came to get them so they could keep reading. The only thing Sirius hadn't got around to mentioning to Harry yet was the full story of what happened on the night his parents died, his involvement, the rat, all of it. He figured that that would just have to come out next time he had a chance to talk to his godson alone. His godson needed to know why he hadn't been around.

This time, both Harry's just stayed with Sirius and Remus went to join Ron and Hermione on their couch

(Dumbledore bowed his... that's why he's gone.")

Harry looked dumbfounded. He looked at his older self who just sighed and ran a hand through his hair before nodding, not looking at anybody. He said it was more complicated than that, but that was the basic idea, yes.

If only it had been that simple, if only that had really been the end of it. But no, he had to deal with this Horcux hunt mess now because of that.

(Dumbledore nodded glumly... "We may never know.")

Harry snarled. "Liar." He glared at Dumbledore when he opened his mouth to defend himself. Dumbledore realized that there was no defending himself to the boy-that-now-knew-everything.

McGonagall looked affronted. "You've known this WHOLE TIME? You LIED to EVERYBODY?!" Dumbledore looked around the room before saying that he had his reasons.

Snape and Harry snorted. Reasons, yeah, uh huh. Sure. More like he just wanted the chance to manipulate and scheme around the ministry.

The wizards did not look happy with him, but Arthur reminded that it would be in these books, if Harry didn't just come outright and say it before that point, they could yell at the old man all they wanted then. For now, let's just get this chapter finished and they can go to bed. Those who had been busy escaping Death Eaters before coming here agreed to that

(Professor McGonagall... be here, by the way?")

The Trio chuckled, Hagrid never could keep a secret. When asked what was so funny, they told everyone so.

The teacher's groaned, they didn't want to know how much of those three's mischief happened because Hagrid couldn't keep secrets.

("Yes," said... he has left now.")

Sirius growled. "You know full well that if you had just come to talk to me and straightened things out first that that would not have been necessary."

"The blood wards around the house-" Dumbledore started.

"Were so weak anyway from the lack of care that they wouldn't have mattered. The only thing keeping Death Eaters and the like out before now was probably the belief that I was happy and spoiled rotten in that house, making the wards strong enough. Besides, did it have to be my mothers blood? Wouldn't any blood relative work just as fine? Sirius is my cousin after all." Harry said. "What?" He asked at Hermione's questioning look. "I did some research on them after Dumbledore told me about them."

Moody nodded approvingly at the boys research, booming, "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"

The Weasley twins looked horrified that he had willingly done research. Harry caught their looks and scoffed, "Oh, yeah, like the two of you never did research on something you thought was important to you."

They blushed thinking about all the research they did to make their beginning products, so many books and hours in the library.

Harry smirked, "That's what I thought."

("You don't mean-... Harry Potter come and live here!")

Harry sighed before thanking McGonagall for trying. Then he nudged Sirius, who had been glaring at Dumbledore throughout this entire conversation with McGonagall in the book.

Sirius looked around at him, then sighed and laid an arm around both their shoulders, sending a clear message to Dumbledore. "My kid."

("It's the best place for him,")

Harry and Sirius snorted. Yeah right. They both felt that Harry would have been better off living with Sirius. Why on earth couldn't Dumbledore have just tried to find out the truth first!

(said Dumbledore... I've written them a letter.")

"Wait, wait, wait. They knew about all this? They knew how it happened?" Harry asked. Harry just sighed and looked down. That was the same reaction he had when he found out that Dumbledore had written them a letter telling them everything, and that they had been supposed to tell him.

If possible, the adults looked even more murderous towards Dumbledore and the Dursley's.

("A letter?" repeated... world will know his name!")

Harry looked up, "Ok, A) does anybody else find it ironic that we're reading books about me right now after her prediction, and B) Nobody tried to make a Harry Potter day did they?" He asked the last part hesitantly, like he almost didn't want to know the answer.

Snape smirked and was the one to answer. "First off, even I can appreciate the irony, and second, no. I believe somebody did try, but it never went through."

Harry sighed in relief while everybody else looked at Snape strangely. He just smirked at them before waving at Dumbledore to keep reading. He didn't have to pretend in here for the benefit of the Death Eaters children. He could be himself a bit more.

("Exactly," said Dumbledore,... hiding Harry underneath it.)

All the pranksters except the two Harry's laughed at their beet red faces and muttering.

("Hagrid's bringing him."... as important as this?")

The Trio looked slightly offended as they turned to McGonagall and proclaimed heatedly that they trust Hagrid with their lives.

McGonagall looked slightly taken aback and Dumbledore frowned slightly as he kept reading.

("I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.)

The Trio looked at McGonagall triumphantly. Then Hermione coughed and said, "Just not with a secret."

The teachers looked at them warily, wondering just what Hagrid told them over the years.

("I'm not saying his... on the road in front of them.)

"Yay it's my bike! Wait, what happened to it?" He asked Harry.

Arthur answered, "It's in my shed back at the Burrow. Hagrid gave it me to fix after... well, I'm not entirely sure how it ended up being crashed." He looked at Harry as he said that, who turned to find Sirius staring at him questioningly and accusingly.

"It's not my fault! We were being chased by Death Eaters!"

"That is the second time you've mentioned being chased by Death Eaters." Sirius grumbled, but he let Harry off the hook about the bike. Harry meanwhile was trying to figure something out.

"So, the flying bike wasn't a dream? That was real?" Harry smiled over, "Yup, it was very much real." Sirius just grinned. He missed that bike.

(If the motorcycle was huge... bundle of blankets.)

"This makes him sound fierce and dangerous!" Fred laughed, along with everyone else. He had noticed that Harry paled as the description went on, if they were laughing about that, then he couldn't be that bad, could he?

("Hagrid," said Dumbledore... I've got him, sir.")

Sirius suddenly muttered something that made Remus look over in concern. He saw what nobody else saw, he saw how hard it was for Sirius to be here right now straight out of Azkaban hearing about Harry's awful relatives. He was holding up surprisingly well for his godsons sake.

("No problems, were there... like a bolt of lightning.)

All the women 'Aww'd' as both Harry's hid their faces in the shirt Sirius changed into earlier while they talked as the Dursley's got yelled at.

Sirius just chuckled and mentioned sharing baby stories with the women later. Both Harry's sat up and glared, silently daring him to do it. All the Gryffindor's knew what that look meant. Even Remus and the Dudley's knew.

It meant the most epic prank ever if Sirius actually took the dare and shared those stories.

("Is that where-?"... "He'll have that scar forever.")

Harry grumbled something unintelligibly, which just made Harry confused. Did something happen for him not to like it anymore?

Harry caught his confused look and said he'd explain later.

("Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?")

Harry snorted and grumbled again while the rest of the Trio looked at him in sympathy. He'd asked, believe me, he'd asked numerous times for Dumbledore to get rid of it. He'd even asked Madam Pomfrey one time, even she said no on Dumbledore's orders.

("Even if I could... like a wounded dog.)

The Trio smiled sadly. They loved Hagrid, and they hoped he was alright after that 'Support Harry Potter Party.'

Sirius just looked a little offended at the 'wounded dog' comment.

("Shhh!" hissed... off ter live with Muggles-")

Sirius muttered that then Hagrid should have just given him to him when he asked.

("Yes, yes, it's all very sad,... to have gone out.)

Many in the room were either crying silently, (the women) or just sitting there scowling (those who really didn't like the Dursley's or the fact that Harry lived with them).

Harry was just frowning at Dumbledore. Thinking...

Finally, Molly seemed to have realized something. "YOU LEFT HIM ON THE DOORSTEP IN NOVEMBER?!" Everyone, not just Remus, had to cover their ears, in Remus case Hermione took pity on him towards the beginning of Molly's screech and cast a Muffliato on him.

Dumbledore looked uncomfortable as he hurriedly explained that he had enchantments on the blankets and such so he wouldn't get cold or roll off. Also, so that nobody would see him and try to take him.

Now everybody really wondered why he had waited 'till midnight to do this and not done it when the Dursley's were still awake. Even the Dursley's and Mrs. Figg wondered, it would have definitely been quieter around the neighborhood that morning. Moody started scribbling on his parchment again, Dumbledore had a very bad feeling that unless he could give Moody a VERY good reason not to, he was probably going to be brought up on various charges when they got out of there.

Molly sat back and glared at the headmaster, still not happy with him.

("Well," said... join the celebrations.")

Harry growled softly at the thought of those celebrations. Sirius squeezed his shoulder.

McGonagall looked up and assured Harry that she had not joined in.

("Yeah," said Hagrid...- Professor Dumbledore, sir.")

Sirius snorted softly. He never did get his bike back, instead he got thrown into Azkaban without a chance of explaining the truth.

(Wiping his streaming... blew her nose in reply.)

Harry frowned confused. "Isn't this Halloween?" At everybody's confused nods, he continued. "Then why would you be asking like that as if you weren't going back to the school? I thought you both worked there?"

McGonagall and Dumbledore were a little shocked. They didn't remember anybody telling him they both worked at Hogwarts, he wouldn't know that unless... they looked at Sirius, but he looked just as confused. He hadn't told him any of that either. Sure, in the book they had both been referred to as professor, but all the kid knew they worked at different schools. Huh.

Harry just grinned, he loved it when people underestimated him. Only Dudley knew just how smart he was, and that was only because for years Dudley made him do his homework for him.

Oh, well...

(Dumbledore turned... step of number four.)

Molly and Sirius growled at the reminder.

("Good luck, Harry,")

Harry sarcastically thanked him, he was going to need it.

(he murmured. He... pinched by his cousin Dudley...)

Dudley groaned at another reminder of how he used to act. Harry smirked at him, maybe now Dudley would see... Sure they had made up and Dudley had cleaned up his act after the Dementor incident, but still

(He didn't know... "To Harry Potter- the boy who lived!")

Harry groaned at the name. He HATES being called the Boy-Who-Lived! He HATES being famous for what his mother did! Argh!


ok, I know there is no new chapter, I did however edit the end of the first one to include the Dursley blow up.