(A/N Some of the stuff in my story may come from other stories, but I will try and keep it as original as I can. I am trying to revamp these early chapters to help make the story flow a bit easier. I will not do the usual summary thing that all of the authors do, so it will jump right into the story.) Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot and original characters. Every thing belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling.

The Plan of Attack

It was an overcast sky filled with various clouds that held the attention of our young hero. If anyone had been watching Harry, they would have though he had no care in the world and was simply watching the clouds flow by, but we all know that Harry Potter is anything but simple. Where others would be looking for shapes in the clouds, Harry was plagued with images of his stupidity from the fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and all of the implications that sprouted from those events.

Although the events of the Department of Mysteries still lay heavily on him, it was what occurred after that fact that seemed to occupy his mind the most, the prophecy. It had always been in the back of his mind since he had first learned of being a wizard, it gave closer to one of the oldest questions that haunted his mind, and yet, it raised even more terrifying ones. The prophesy stated that he would have 'the power the Dark Lord knows not', but apart from some natural aptitude in flying and Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry could not think of anything he was spectacular at, and certainly not anything that fit the description of ;the power the Dark Lord knows not'. It had been hinted by Professor Dumbledore that that power may be love, as it was love that he thought first saved Harry from Voldemort when he was a baby. That idea had appealed to Harry at first, because if it was love, then bring on Voldemort, but it soon dawned on him that the idea of love vanquishing evil was something that came out of a children's book, and Harry's life is anything but a children's book.

If it wasn't love, then what else did Harry have over the most feared Dark Lord ever? It would be simpler to list what the Dark lord had over our young hero then vice versa. ' lets see,' thought Harry ' Voldemort is more then 50 years my senior, so I can't fight him with any of the little curses and spells I have learned in school, though a well placed tickling charm may surprise him, it would take a lot more to do him in. So how do I catch up on early fifty years of learning magic in enough time to take down Voldemort before too many innocent people have to pay with their lives?'

"Time", he said aloud "is what I need to accomplish my goals, I have to get a time tuner!" He was happy that he came up with a way to further his education in just a short amount of time, but how would he get a hold of one? The Ministry of Magic carefully regulated them, and there was no way he would ask for Dumbledore help, not after the way he had kept Harry in the dark all these years believing that Harry wasn't ready to handle the contents of the prophecy. So the idea finally hit him, he would have to break into the Department of Mysteries and steal one or take a chance in Knockturn Alley to purchase one illegally. A plan involving his invisibility cloak and the theme of Mission: Impossible were now what was occupying the mind of Harry as a large Eagle owl swooped down from the heavens and landed near our startled and confused hero.

Grabbing the letter and giving the tired owl some water and an Owl treat, the owl left as quickly as it had came.

Dear Mr. Potter:

It has recently come to our attention that one Sirius Black has been killed. As the soul heir and beneficiary to Mr. Black, you are needed as soon as possible to report to Gringotts for the reading of said will. As you are still considered a minor in both the magical and Muggle worlds, we have provided a portkey for this meeting. The meeting will take place on Monday March 14th, 1995 in room 312 at 10 am sharp. The portkey will activate at a quarter till with or without you, it is suggested that you keep the portkey on you until proceedings are over and done with.

Your oldest and only wizarding bank,

Gringotts
(A/N I know that the Dursleys are still his guardians and are alive, but the Goblins mean magical guardian)

He had been dreading that letter ever since the events that took place at the Department of Mysteries. Since that day he had held some small hope in the corner of his mind that maybe he really hadn't died that night and would show up to surprise him and take him away from the Dursleys. But with this letter came the sad reality that Sirius was never coming back. At first, his thoughts fell to how stupid he was for not taking his Occlumency training with Professor Snape seriously enough and then falling for an obvious trap that Voldemort had set up for him.

While berating himself over and over again for his shortcomings, a realization sparked in his mind, and as he took hold of this realization with all of his might, he realized that it was not his fault. He had not made Sirius go to the Department of Mysteries, he had not beed the one to knock Sirius into the Veil, nor had he been the instigator in all of said events. The sole blame fell onto Voldemort and his cronies; for they were the true reason for all of the world's heartache, and he would be their ultimate demise. Not just because it was foretold in the prophecy that he would be the one, but because as long as he could remember, he had this "saving people thing" as Hermione liked to call it.

With this new determination in mind, Harry tried to formulate some ways of acquiring a time turner to train for the inevitable showdown that would decide the fate of the entire world. Not much could be set in stone until the reading of Sirius' will, in two days time, Harry would begin to take the first steps in his journey to defeat the evil that his kept him from having a normal life.

With those thoughts in mind, Harry fell sound asleep for the first time since the incident, with no bad dreams of Sirius' death or the upcoming war, instead, it was filled with images of a different sort, one that involved a certain bushy-haired know-it-all that we all seem to know.

(A/N That is the revamped version of chapter 1, wow, that took nearly two hours. Please review this chapter and tell me what I could have done better and the like. The next two chapters t)hat are already posted will eventually be revamped as well, so please hold off on reading those until I get a chance to repost them.)