Title: HP and The Time Turner

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or any HP character! There, happy now?

Chapter 1: The Surprise Party

Harry held a pillow over his face. If he didn't, he would snap, run out of the room that the Dursleys oh so graciously had given him and drop kick Uncle Vernon in the face. This was turning out to be one of the worst summers ever. From the time he had stepped foot in the door from finishing his fourth year at Hogwarts, he was on trial. He could take the teasing, whispering and pointing at and about him, but when they moved onto his friends, it was where he drew the line.

            "So," Uncle Vernon had said. "Have a freak girlfriend, do you?"

Harry thought back to King's Cross when Hermione had kissed him on the cheek.

            "What's it to you?" Harry has asked.

            "Now you listen here, boy!" Uncle Vernon had roared. "It's bad enough that YOU are a freak, but to associate with those other… and I simply won't stand for it!"

            "Whatever," Harry had mumbled and rolled his eyes.

Uncle Vernon's face went red. "I see. The red headed freak and the girl slut are your comrades, eh boy?"

            "YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE!" Harry had shouted.

            "Or what?" Uncle Vernon asked, a smile playing over his thin lips.

Harry had grunted, dashed up the stairs and slammed the door.

Now it was four hours later. He was starving, but he wasn't dare going to venture down the stairs.

For the rest of the week, Harry stayed in his pathetic room, only leaving to use the bathroom. He had sent Hedwig to Ron and Hermione with notes begging for food. They had more than well obliged, it seemed that Mrs. Weasley was sending meats and cheeses everyday, and Hermione kept a steady line of caffeine free colas and sugar free candy.

He couldn't have been happier when August 30th rolled around. Like clockwork, three red haired boys popped up in his window. Two were identical, and the third was younger.

Harry grinned and raced to the window. It was midnight, but in the moonlight, he knew exactly who it was. "Right on time,"

Ron grinned back. "We would have been here sooner, but ol' blue is still afraid to fly." He pointed over his shoulder.

Harry gasped. The Ford Anglia was parked outside his window, with a few scratches, but running never the less. "Oh my God."

            "It came running home with it's exhaust pipe between it's back wheels," George called from the driver's seat. Hop in, Harry."

Harry grabbed Hedwig's cage and heaved his packed trunk out the window. Ron slid it on the floor. Harry climbed in the car. Hedwig raced out of the window, flying high above the Ford Anglia.

And soon, they were off, leaving Privet Drive far behind.

            "Harry!" Hermione cried, giving him a hug when he and the Weasleys had returned to the Burrow.

            "Hey," he said.

            "I would have come, but…" she grinned.

Harry knew that grin all too well. She was grinning like that when she caught Skeeter. She was up to something.

            "What?" he asked, peering over her shoulder into the darkened living room. "Hey… why's the…?" he started.

            "SURPRISE!!!!" Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley jumped out from the darkened living room. The lights came back on. Fred slapped a birthday hat on Harry's head.

            "Even though it's a bit late, happy birthday!" Ron cried.

            "Wow," Harry said, taking in the site before him. Red and gold banners decorated the living room, and were billowing as if blown by wind. Fifteen candles jumped off of an enormous birthday cake and starting singing "Happy Birthday". Balloons of all sizes and colors floated around the room. "No one's ever given me a birthday party before," he grinned at each of the Weasleys, and then at Hermione. "Thank you."

            "Make a wish, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley said, edging him toward the cake. He looked more closely at it. It read:

            Happy 15th Birthday Harry

And was decorated with minature Quidditch players, who were making a mess by splashing around in the icing.

            "Best be quick," cautioned Mrs. Weasley, nodding to the Quidditch players. "Have to cut into them before they destroy the cake."

Harry closed his eyes, thought a moment and then blew out the fifteen singing candles. 'I wish Sirius was free,' was his birthday wish.

            "I'm telling you, I've had it with the Dursleys," Harry paced back and forth in front of Ron and Hermione in Ron's room. "That's why… that's why I want to clear Sirius."

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.

            "Harry, that's going to be tough to do," Hermione started. "I mean…"

            "Herm, do you still have the Time Turner?" Harry asked her, though it sounded more like an interrogation.

Hermione blushed guiltily, reached into her shirt and withdrew the little hour glass. It was on a golden chain around her neck. "After everything that went on in third year, Professor McGonagall forgot to ask for it back."

            "Brilliant!" Ron cried. "So, we can go back in time and set things right."

            "And then I can move out of Privet Drive for good," Harry said.

            "I wish it were that easy," Hermione said. "But time travel… especially as complex as this…" she sighed. "I don't know how many times turns to give it. We could end up in the 1800s."

            "Well, you're the bookworm," Ron said.

            "Pleasssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," Harry said and flashed her a grin.

            "Alright," Hermione smiled. "I'll look it up in Time Travel: Getting There On Time. And stop grinning like that, Harry. You know I can't say no to you anyway."

Harry smiled. This was only his first birthday party, but he was sure it was the best.

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