A/N: Hello everyone! This is a story I was going to put on Fanfiction after the Fortress of Shadows, but since it's done and another idea has popped up in my head, I put this up now and will be updateing every Saturday. Just to let you know, it's only eight chapters long. This story is not related to my other Harry Potter stories. Enjoy! R&R! Rated PG13 for caution.

Summary: Seventeen year old Harry Potter, in pain from Ron and Hermione's deaths and sick of the constant attacks made by Voldemort, decides to go back in time to the night his parents were killed and kill Voldemort instead. James and Lily, after much convincing, let Harry stay with them. But as the years wear on, things begin to go wrong with Harry's plans…

Chapter 1

Forward to Time Past

Harry Potter looked at the Forbidden Forest and sighed, sadness slowly beginning to overwhelm him. All over the grounds there were signs to show a battle had taken places not too long ago. In fact, it had only been this afternoon. It had been the battle where Ron and Hermione had both been killed.

Voldemort had somehow wormed his way into the grounds with his Death Eaters and attacked the school. Harry had lead the counter-attack and killed many of the Death Eaters, such as Malfoy. But Voldemort had taken it to heart to kill Harry's best friends. Now he was true alone.

Inside the castle there was mourning taking place over all of the fallen students. Tomorrow owls would be arriving, letters asking if the recipients were all right and what the hell happened. And then it would slowly begin to leak out that Harry Potter had lead them all into a battle, and some parents would find out it was of him that their child had died.

Harry knew he couldn't stay at Hogwarts any longer. He would soon be wanted by the Ministry, considered a murderer and wanted dead or alive. But where could he go? Sirius had been able to hide, but that was with the help of his friends. Harry didn't have any friends anymore. So now what?

There was a prospect he hadn't considered, hadn't even thought of. But it was almost too risky even to think of. But if it could change things, make it for the better...

Harry tensed as the thought briefly flashed through his mind. He could go back in time and kill Voldemort before Voldemort had killed his parents, so Harry could have grown up with his parents and Voldemort long gone.

It was a welcome thought. But too risky. How was he to go back in time that far anyways? And if he did get back there, what if Voldemort killed him first? Then what? It would mean this world would be condemned to hell with him gone, him being the only chance that Voldemort would be killed.

Harry sighed again and turned around to head back inside. But the inside wouldn't be any better then the outside. It was inside all of the mourning was taking place. And it was inside Harry would notice would notice the fact that Ron and Hermione were forever gone.

Harry decided that in the morning he would make up his mind about what to do. Until then, he would miss his friends and for once not worry about the next day to come.

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The sunlight reflected off of the jug into Harry's closed eyes. He groaned, turned over but found that now he was awake, there was no going back to sleep. So he opened his eyes and sat up. Instantly, ten wands were pointing right at him. He grabbed his glasses and looked around.

They were all Ministry wizards, this Harry knew. He also knew why they were here, but he asked anyways.

'What are you doing here?'

'Harry Potter', said the man directly in front of him. 'You are under arrest for the killing of fifteen witches and wizards whose names shall not be revealed to you. You must come with us immediately and stand trial to see if you shall be found guilty. If you are, you shall either be sent to Azkaban for life or shall be sentenced to death.'

Harry raised his eyebrows but did as he was told. He got up.

'Do you mind if I get dressed in private at least? You can guard the entranceway.' He motioned to the dormitory door. The head of the group nodded and they all left. Harry got dressed quickly and quietly. He then grabbed his wand, knowing he would need it. After glancing around at his old home, he grabbed his broom, sat down on it and flew through the window. The glass shattered instantly, showering Harry in small pieces and cutting him open. The Auror's ran into the dorm at the sound of the shattering glass and saw Harry flying off. The leader cursed himself for not being more careful and searching Harry's things for a possible escape route.

'Find the boy', he shouted at his fellow Auror's. 'Stun the boy, but whatever you do, don't kill him.'

Harry glanced back at his old home then began to focus on flying through the trees of the Forbidden Forest. The Auror's would be after him in a few minutes and he wasn't going to have much time before everyone was looking for him, even muggles.

But what Harry didn't expect was Ministry would put some more Auror's in the forest. The next thing Harry knew was his broom had stopped dead in midair and he flew off of it. He hit the ground on his back and saw twenty more Auror's surrounded him.

'Get up', one of them snapped. Harry glanced at the wand and slowly got to his feet. He knew there was no way to escape the Ministry now that he was surrounded. He only had one choice and that was to go back in time. But how?

'You must come with us', said a woman on Harry's right. Harry didn't respond. Instead, he began thinking furiously of how to go back in time. He could Appearate there by focusing on the place and the time.

'But you can't Appearate or Disappearate on the Hogwarts grounds.'

Harry nearly cried out allowed as Hermione's voice filled his head. She had always been there to tell him if things were possible or not.

'But', said a voice in the back of Harry's mind. 'Two things. One: She's gone. She can't tell you that stuff anymore. Two: Who's to say the magic protecting the school is still active now that Voldemort has been able to break through?'

Harry's breath grew short and quick as a possible escape route formed in Harry's head. He glanced up as he casually put his hands in his pocket. The Auror's took this movement as a threat and raised their wands even higher.

'Don't even think of trying to curse us Potter', said a man behind him. Harry curled his fingers around his wand.

'Turn out your pockets', the man commanded.

Harry glanced around the group.

'I'm going', he said, his voice calm and strong. 'And none of you will be able to follow. In fact, I don't think I'll ever see any of you again as long as I live, which may not be a long time. Goodbye.'

As he said the last word, he pulled his wand out of his pocket. The Auror in front of him began to say something, but Harry didn't stay around long enough to hear what she said. The trees and people around him dissolved and then before his eyes appeared a living room. Scattered on the floor were toys and child drawings. It was dark outside and the room was lit with lamps. But Harry didn't really take much notice of this. Instead, he looked at the two men standing in the center of the room. One man recognized as his father. The other man Harry knew was Voldemort, looking slightly younger and more hateful. Harry didn't even give Voldemort a chance to register his sudden presence.

'Avada Kedavra', Harry roared pointing his wand at Voldemort. The spell hit Voldemort before he even had time to turn and look at him. Harry felt a calmness flow into him when he saw Voldemort fall to the floor, dead. The next instant that calmness was shattered as James pointed his wand at Harry.

'Who the hell are you', James spat. After the attack from Voldemort he was quite on edge. 'What's your name?'

Harry had to use all of his common sense not to say his real name. He had a sudden feeling his father shouldn't know it was really him.

'My name's Ron', he said slowly, thinking of his best friends name first. He threw his wand aside. 'I only wanted Voldemort dead. I don't want to hurt you.'

James watched Harry's wand fall to the floor then turned back to Harry. Harry stayed absolutely still as James observed him. Harry found it hard to believe that his father didn't trust him, but what would he have done if a stranger suddenly Appeared out of nowhere who looked a lot like him? James was still observing him when Lily poked her head out of a door to the side.

'Is everything OK James?'

'Mum'

'Yeah', said James peeling his eyes away from Harry. 'Yeah, you guys can come out now.'

Lily stepped out of the room carrying a toddler in her arms and Harry felt a jolt as he saw himself. But he decided to play it cool.

'Who's this little one', Harry asked.

Lily stopped short as she suddenly saw the stranger clearly for the first time.

'Who are you and what are you doing here?'

'My name is Ron and I was just killing Voldemort. See, he really got on my nerves so I wanted him dead.'

Lily looked him up and down, just like James had. They really didn't trust him. Harry sighed, realizing saving his parents in this fashion hadn't been the best idea.

'I'm sorry I barged in like this', Harry started. 'But as hard as this may seem to believe, I'm, well, from the future and tonight Voldemort was going to kill both of you.'

James tensed up and Lily's grip tightened on the baby.

'What?' Lily whispered. She had to look up at Harry to talk to him as he was taller then her. 'What about Harry? Did he live or did Voldemort kill him too?'

'Oh, no', Harry said. 'He survived. He just got a bit scratched up. In fact, he's famous because he was Voldemort's downfall. For about thirteen years.'

'Thirteen years? What are you talking about?'

Harry knew he wasn't getting very far with his parents. He also knew that when he told them about everything that was supposed to have once happened to little Harry, they weren't going to believe him. Or if they did, they wouldn't be able to keep a careful watch on the little one while processing all of the information.

'I suggest you put Harry to bed. Then I'll tell you everything you want to know.'

Lily and James exchanged a glance then Lily walked back into the room from which she had come from. James motioned towards another doorway. Harry ignored his wand, which still lay on the floor and entered the room. The lamps magically lit as he entered revealing the dinning room. Harry sat down in one of the chairs and sat back, already tired even thought he had just woken up about an hour ago. But being chased by Auror's and then killing the person who was supposed to be his parent's killer was tiring work. And he still had a few hours explaining to do to his parents.

He had told them he would tell them everything, but Harry now felt a feeling he shouldn't tell them he was their son. At least, not yet. It was best to let what he was going to be telling them sink in before letting the entire story spill out.

James was busy pouring tea into three cups when Lily came in.

'Harry's down for the night', she said sitting down opposite of the older Harry. James brought the three mugs over to the table and sat down on Harry's right, at the end of the table. He slid a mug towards Lily and Harry then picked up his own mug, watching Harry cautiously. Lily ignored the tea and looked straight at Harry.

'So who are you?' she asked. 'Really? And why do you look so much like James?'

Harry took a deep breath.

'Like I said, my name is Ron', said slowly. 'Why I look so much like James I don't know. I never knew my father. Or my mother. Voldemort also killed them. I wasn't much older then your Harry.

'I met Harry at Hogwarts in our first year. He was small and skinny for his age. Both of us were Sorted into Gryffindor and he told me this was because his aunt and uncle had underfed him and stuffed him in the cupboard under the stairs.

'His years at Hogwarts were hell. At the end of the first year he stopped Voldemort from stealing the Philosopher's Stone, which was being kept safe at Hogwarts. During that Christmas, he was given his fathers Invisibility Cloak and found the Mirror of Erised. He saw you two. He missed you guys so much.

'Second year came and he once again faced Voldemort. Voldemort failed to come back to life and Harry escaped.

'In third year, he was given from a couple of his friends the Marauders Map. It was also in that year he learned his parents were betrayed by one of their best friends, Peter Pettigrew.' Harry looked at them hard. 'He's your Secret Keeper, isn't he?'

'Yes', whispered Lily breathlessly. 'He is.'

Just then there was a knock at the front door and Lily and James jumped. Harry however, remained calm.

'Ten galleons say that's either Sirius or Hagrid.'

James stared at Harry for a moment then grabbed his wand and opened the door. Harry leaned his chair back so it was on its hind legs and saw Sirius standing in the doorway. A sad smile crept onto Harry's face as he saw his godfather, alive, for the first time in two years. A few words were exchanged in the corridor, then the two men came and sat down at the table. Sirius was sitting beside Lily and it was then that Harry realized that he was surrounded by people he loved, and they were alive for him to love.

But they didn't love him back because they didn't know it was him and if it was possible, they wouldn't know. Ever.