Harry's head was spinning. He found himself lying face down on the cold hard street right outside the Leaky Cauldron. "What the-" he began as he massaged his aching neck. Pain echoed up his spine as the full effects of his beating wracked his body.

Rising awkwardly to his feet, Harry found his wand in his pocket and cast an invisibility spell on himself. Cautiously, so as not to bump into any of the early risers that crowded the Leaky Cauldron, Harry made it to the back of the building where he tapped the bricks in order to get through to Diagon Alley. Once there he made his way through the streets, walking at his own leisure. Oddly enough he recognized no faces in the crowds, and the wizards sporting muggle fashions where oddly out of date. They dressed as though they were from the 1970's.

'Wait a tic' Harry thought as he did a double take on the wizard newspaper. 'I need my glasses checked' Harry thought, gaping at the year on the newspaper. Quickly he did a counter spell to make him visible again. 'No way, no possible way' Harry thought as he took the newspaper from the blonde haired boy about 19 years old.

"HEY! Accio -" The boy didn't have a chance to finish because Harry had shoved the paper straight up in his face emphatically pointing at the date and saying, "Is this right, is today really this?!"

"Are you daft?" The boy mocked snatching back his newspaper, "of course it is you bloody idiot."

Harry took a step back as he recognized the 'strangers face'. "Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?"

"Draco? I've never heard that name before, but yes I am a Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy to be precise" Lucius said as he looked at Harry as king would a peasant, "and you are-?"

"Oh my God!" Harry said jumping back and painfully regretting it as doing so caused a few of the wounds on his back to slice open.

"Must be a mud blood to phrase it that way" Malfoy sneered, "what are all those bruises for? Are you a muggle slave or something?" Malfoy laughed as though he'd just said something hilariously funny.

'Oh no, I must look a bloody wreck like this' Harry thought as he mentally noted his bruised neck protruding from his blood stained white T-shirt which showed his bruised arms. "I've got to be going" Harry said in a hurry as he quickly dashed around a corner and ducted into an abandoned alley.

'What am I going to do? I am in the 1920's with no money, no job, no shelter, and I know no one!' Harry thought as he again performed an invisibility charm on himself. 'But wait, I'm in the 1970's about the time my parent would be in their 6th year of Hogwarts' Harry's head sot up at the realization.

His wish to see his parents come true! Harry's heart soared as he worked in his head a plan to getting to Hogwarts. He had heard that wizards usually have to apply to enter Hogwarts unless otherwise unaware that it exists (as in the case of Harry). He could say in the application letter that he was home schooled by his only living relative, his grandmother, who had unfortunately passed away recently. 'Yes, that would work, but what about money?'

Just then Harry saw Lucius Malfoy come down the aisle accompanied by two of his goons who pushed, rather forcefully, a boy about Lucius' own age into the alley.

"Set him here boys," Malfoy said as the two men 'set' (or rather threw) the boy to the ground. "And so how are you lately Thomas?"

"M-Malfoy, I- I am n-not going to p-pay for your pro-pro-t-tection anymore" the man stuttered in an attempt at bravery.

"Thomas, Thomas, Thomas, your just recently married now correct? You wouldn't want anything to happen to your lovely wife Eleanor would you?" Thomas' eyes grew wide, "last I heard, she was pregnant, about how far along is she now?"

"F-F-F-Four month's now-" Thomas stuttered.

"Mmm, four months and another filthy mud blood child is born into the world. Say Eleanor were to have an accident, maybe fall down the stairs killing herself and her unborn child, muggles can be so clumsy."

"NO NO NO! PLEASE No! I'm sorry I'll give you the money! Just please leave Eleanor and my family alone! PLEASE!" Thomas said as he threw a rather large purse of gold at Malfoy.

"Very well" Malfoy said stooping to pick up the money, "see, I'm not such a bad guy after all am I Thomas? Let's just not have this little incident repeat itself shall we?"

Thomas scrambled backwards to his feet and took off running while Malfoy and company counted the purse money and laughed.

"Poor sniveling fool. As if I'd let him and that disgrace of a child live" and then they all laughed as if it were some great joke.

Harry at that moment decided it would be a great time to try his new disguising spell as he transformed himself into the spitting image of Tom Riddle, adding a few features to make himself look a little older.

"Mr. Malfoy" Harry/Tom said. Immediately Malfoy dropped his money and kissed the ground as did all his other companions.

"S-Sir. I am honored that you would come all this way to see me-" Malfoy began still kneeling to 'tom'

"SILENCE!" a shiver went down Malfoy's back as he kept dead still, "I witnessed what you have done to Thomas. What have you to say?"

"I have done so to many others as well sir. All, of course, for you sir. The money sits in the vault at my home and waits only for your command to be brought to you, sir."

"Hmm," Harry/Tom reflected on this, "Bring it to me now."

"Sir?" Malfoy asked craning his head to see 'tom'.

"I SAID NOW YOU IMBICILE!" Harry/Tom said and for dramatic effect added in a lightening bolt from his form to next to Lucius' head.

"Y-Yes sir!" Lucius said as he stood up in bow form, not daring to look at 'tom' directly.

In a few moments Harry was off to make a rather large deposit in Gringutts Bank under the name "Harry Williams" as Malfoy lay double bent in the alley way under the impression that he was a five year old girl lost in a muggle mall (courtesy of Harry's memory charm). Harry was surprised at how completely changed his mood was. For some reason he felt happier then he had in a long time, but then again, that's not saying much.

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