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SUMMARY: Harry gets hold of a time-turner and goes back to see his parents.

A/N: Phew! I erased the original chapter three on accident, but then remembered I had another version in the computer somewhere, and I found it! ::dances:: Yay!!!!! I'm so proud of myself!

Chapter 2: The Time-Turner

Harry awoke the next morning feeling slightly better, even though he had that dream. He yawned and stretched, then put on his glasses and headed downstairs. As he climbed down the stairs, he expected to hear the voices from the kitchen getting louder and louder, but heard… nothing. When Harry got down to the kitchen, and saw nothing, he searched the house.

"Ron? Fred? George? Mrs. Weasley? Where is everyone?" Harry said, bewildered. After he had searched the whole house, he went back upstairs to Ron's room, and plopped down on his bed. He saw a piece of paper lying on his desk, and read it.

Harry,

If you've already been outside of the room, then I'm guessing you know that it's empty. I'm sorry that we had to leave you alone in the house, but we were planning to go to Diagon Alley today, and we couldn't wait any longer for you. We should be back before dinner, so I guess we'll see you then.

Ron

Oh, and by the way, mom got your list, and we're getting your stuff too. Sorry again.

Harry sighed, and put the note back on the desk. Wondering what Wizards did for fun, he set off to search the house again for something like a wizard television. He started at the top of the house (Ron's room), and moved his way downward. Fred and George's room.

             Wondering what Fred and George's room would be like, but knowing it would be interesting, Harry opened the door. He gasped in surprise as he saw how messy it was. The room looked like a tornado had hit. Clothes, old pranks, parchment, and candy wrappers were just a few of the things that littered the floor. As he looked up, he saw that the rest of the room was styled like Ron's, except all in blue instead of orange. The bedspreads were a faded blue, with some people holding broomsticks. He tried to make out the name underneath the players, but it was too faded to read. He looked around, but couldn't see anything interesting… well, not that Fred and George's room wasn't interesting, Harry just didn't want to play around in there. Something might explode.

            Next was Ginny's room. He didn't want to be in there too much, because he felt like he would be invading her privacy, and he doubted anything would be of interest in the first place. He peeked in, and saw… pink. Pink walls, pink bedspread, pink desk, and pink, furry carpet.

             Figuring that Ginny's room should be pink like that, as she was the only girl, Harry looked around very quickly, and exited the room, moving on to Percy's… though he highly doubted anything of interest would be there.

            He opened Percy's room to see a navy blue bedspread, and boring, white walls. Everything was perfect. As Harry stepped in, he noticed that even his dirty clothes in the hamper were folded. There was nothing of interest, except for a neat stack of papers on his desk. He looked at them, and saw nothing but Minestry papers on the desk.

            He searched the rest of the rooms, finding nothing interesting. Finally, as he got down to the living room, about to give up, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was…a door. He sat there, wondering why he hadn't seen it before, and decided to go in. Harry opened the door slowly, and saw that it was Mr. and Mrs. Weasleys room.

"If anything of entertainment is in this house," he said to himself. "Then it will probably be in here."

Harry looked all around the room, feeling slightly guilty about poking around someone's room, (he felt guilty with all the rooms, but this one made him feel really guilty) but he hated sitting there and doing nothing all day, and he had always wanted a tour of the Weasleys' house. Just as he was about to leave, wondering how he could play Quidditch alone, something caught his eye… a time-turner.

"Why would they have a time-turner?" He said, puzzled. He picked it up, and examined it. He had never gotten a good look at one, as he had only seen one once, in his third year. He heard a noise from upstairs, and jumped. In his surprise, he dropped it, and it went rolling around on the floor.

"Oops," Harry said, and quickly bent to pick it up so he could put it back. But as soon as he did, the Weasleys' bedroom vanished, and he felt like he was flying. He looked around and saw nothing but a whirl of colors. He was flying for about a minute until suddenly, he felt ground beneath his feet. He looked around, and saw he was in Diagon Alley.

Hoping he had only gone an hour or two bad, Harry wandered around, but noticed that there were a few different things. For one, the stores were different. Quality Quidditch Supplies was gone. In place of it, there was a fancy French restaurant, which he couldn't read the name of. He sat there for a minute, staring at the French restaurant, until somebody behind him talked.

"Fancy, isn't it?" a deep voice said behind Harry. "It's new. It just opened a few weeks ago."

"Oh, ok," Harry said, still gazing at the building. "I was wondering why it was there instead of Quality Quidditch Supplies. Did they buy it out or something?"

"Quality Quidditch Supplies?" said the person. "We've never had one of those. If you're looking for a Quidditch shop, though, there's one up by The Leaky Cauldron. Me and my friends run it." He chuckled and said, "It's more like hanging out with your friends all day instead of working. It's great."

"Um… there's no Quality Quidditch Supplies?" asked Harry, leaning on a lamppost to keep his balance, still staring at the building in shock. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah… I've been here many-a-time, and never have I seen Quality Quidditch Supplies. Are you from out of town or something?"

"I guess you could say that," said Harry, slightly out of his state of shock, finally turned around to look at the stranger, thinking it would probably be rude if he didn't.

"Well, I have to go," said the man. "My friends at the store are probably wondering where I am… and knowing them, they've probably blown it up or something. Hey, do you want to come back with me? You look like you could do with some cheering up."

"Sure… " Harry looked at the man, with a puzzled look on his face. He looked familiar somehow, like he'd met him before… but that was impossible. Maybe it was a teacher from school or something… he tried to match the face with a teacher, but couldn't think of any. He didn't know any teachers with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, slightly chubby, with a babyish face. The only person he could think of who looked like that was Ludo Bagman… no crooked nose, though. Maybe this was him before his Quidditch days. Sighing, Harry followed the man down the street, hoping there would be some recognizable faces in his store.

"Well, here it is!" said the man happily as they got to the shop. "You can meet my friends!"

Harry read the sign on the shop. It read Moony's Quidditch Shop

"M-Moony's?" Harry stuttered, wondering if this meant what he thought it did.

"Just the nicknames one of the people in our group," said the man, still looking very happy. "Now come inside, I want you to meet my friends, though I'm not sure if they'll all be here at the moment…one of them might have decided to leave before I came back."

He lead Harry into the store, and into the back room, where he assumed that that was there his friends were that he wanted Harry to meet so bad.

"Hey, that reminds me!" Said the man as he opened the door. "I never introduced myself, did I?"

"No," Harry said, trying to sound normal. If his assumption was correct, he knew exactly who he was, and… who he would be meeting.

"Oh, ok. Well, since we're back here anyway, I guess I'll just introduce you with everyone else," he said, then yelled loudly "Hey guys! I have someone that you might want to meet!"

Two people came out of another room, and into the place where Harry and the other guy were standing.

"Ok, said the man. I'm Peter Pettegrew, and these are my friends, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. I don't know where my other friend, James went off to, though. I think he might have left early. He should be back soon, though. You can meet him then… "

Harry didn't hear anymore. He had met these three… but his Dad… he was going to meet his dad… just then, the door opened, and he heard a voice.

"Hello, you wonderful people!" said the voice, getting closer. "I'm back from lunch with my lovely wife, Lily, and guess what she told me! The door opened, and there stood James Potter.

            Harry took one look at him, and almost passed out. It was the first time since he was one year old that he had seen his parents.

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