If Ginny Weasley had been awake at 3 o'clock in the morning on August 3rd she would have seen the most amazing thing. A storm phoenix flamed to the window right next to her room, and contented itself by just watching her sleep. The bird was a greenish gray color, and had bright blue eyes.

Strom Phoenixes were said to have the ability to call forth a storm, and to control lightning. They were a powerful bird, but at the same time a very rare one, in fact all were thought to be extinct after years of wizards hunting them for their feathers and tears. Like a regular Phoenix their tears could heal, but were more potent when used in potions. It was their feathers that were most coveted for their protective properties.

The phoenix seemed to watch her a little longer before flaming into her room, and transforming into a person. The person laid a letter and a rose on the pillow next to her head, before flaming out of the room, just thinking of where they wanted to go next. They never saw the slight smile that crossed her lips, or heard the sad sigh as they left her again.

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Harry hoped it worked as he stood outside a large red Victorian style house. After he left Ginny he thought about how he wanted to be with his parents, and focused on them as he called on his phoenix abilities to teleport him to where they were. He could see it wasn't as late there, and that some of the lights were still on in the house. Quietly he walked up to the house, and peaked through the windows, in on the family inside.

"Leo, I swear this dream is real." Piper said as she paced back and fourth. She had been having the same dream since Wyatt had been born, and she knew there was more to it. In her dream she was with a younger Leo, and they were doing a little more than kissing. She was 16 years old, but then it would change and she would be giving birth to a baby with dark brown hair, and sparkling blue eyes, the same blue eyes Leo and Wyatt had. Every time the same man, a man dressed in elder robes, would come and take her baby, and she was powerless to stop him.

"Piper, what do you want me to do?" Leo asked, frustrated by his own recurring dream. In his dream he was 16, but Piper was there too, and she was also 16. He would then leave, and an elder would throw powder in his face, and his memory of the younger Piper would fade, but each time he remembered everything clearer. He now knew this wasn't a dream he was having, but a memory. And if his was true then maybe Piper's was too.

Harry watched outside as his parents embraced, unable to hear anything they were saying. He watched as his dad left the room, returning a few minutes later with a little bundle wrapped in a blue blanket. He watched as the parents cooed over the little bundle, and suddenly felt like an intruder. Silently he turned around and walked away, deciding they were probably better off with out him…he had already gotten one set of parents killed, he didn't want to make it 2.

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Ginny Weasley woke to the sound of parchment crinkling under her fingers as she moved her hand up closer to her head. Startled by this she quickly opened her eyes, and saw the rose and a piece of parchment. The rose was a beautiful yellow color, her favorite, and smelled sweet. She then picked up the parchment, and almost dropped it when she read who it was from.

Dear Ginny,

I know now that a year ago you were trying to help me, and I just wanted to say thank you for what you tried to do. You could have gotten in a lot of trouble because of me, and I don't think I would have been able to forgive myself if you had. I thought a lot about what you did when I was in prison, and it lead me to realize some things about you.

One, you are braver than I ever gave you credit for.

Two, you are more than just my once best friends little sister.

Three, you are someone I would defiantly like to try to get to know better.

Unfortunately for me three in not likely to happen unless my name is cleared, but if it ever is, I would like to know I still had a friend in you.

Love,

Harry

Ginny had to read the letter twice, to make sure she had read it right; Harry had really signed love to her. She had been in love with him since she was 11, and he had saved her in the Chamber, but she thought she never stood a chance. She figured he would always end up with someone a lot prettier than her, not that he actually was interested in her that way; maybe he did just want to be friends. Still she couldn't help but wish that he wanted to be more.

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Harry had decided that he needed more time to prepare to go back to school. He wanted to continue on with his 6th year, so decided there was only one thing he could do, he snuck back into Hogwarts, and found a spell to take him back to the past. It worked perfectly, and he moved into the Chamber of Secrets for the year, only coming out at night to sneak into the library for some books to study. He had been shocked when he was practicing glamour spells, and managed to accidentally undo one that must have been placed on him as a baby, because try as he might he couldn't go back to looking like James Potter.

Instead he now had dark brown hair that was short and spiked a bit. His eyes changed to being a bright blue, kind of like his grandfather's. He grew a couple more inches, and was now 5ft 11in. After a year of training and studying on his own he was still thin, but not nearly as bad. He was muscular, but wasn't overly so. His eyes seemed to sparkle with knowledge, and he was sure he was ready to face the world again. He no longer looked like himself, so no one would think he was once Harry Potter, besides, Harry Potter was still in Azkaban.

His greatest accomplishment though was his wand, as he created it himself. But the best thing about it was that it was literally a part of him. He had taken wood from a weeping-willow, and fashioned the wand itself, inserting one of the feathers of his animagus form, that he had soaked in his own tears, making his wand good for protection and healing.

Having a plan he left the Chamber and went to the ministry, ready to take his OWLs. However there were some things he had to do first. Quietly he snuck back into his grandfather's office, hoping to sneak one last look at his family tree before he left the school.

Getting in was easy enough, as the school recognized him as one of the heirs. However finding the parchment proved to be impossible, and eventually he had to leave hoping he remembered enough of the information to make his plan work. Changing into his animagus form he took off into the night sky, ready to begin putting his plan into action.

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The first thing he had to do was get a new birth certificate, and to do that he decided to go back to San Francisco, as that was where he was actually born. Using his magic he was able to sneak into the office where the birth certificates were kept, and copied one only changing the information to make it his own. Now he had new parents, and a name no one knew, one people wouldn't be able to track. His prize in hand he disappeared in green flames, and reappeared at the ministry office.

Convincing the wizards to let him take the exams proved to be harder than getting a birth certificate. They ran many tests on him, making sure he was who he said he was, but seeing as he told them he was home-schooled, there was nothing they could do about school records.

In the end they let him take his exams, which he was sure he passed with flying colors. The examiners told him to stay, and that they would have his results in a couple of hours so that he could talk to the headmaster. Knowing he wouldn't actually go to his grandfather until Harry had gone to the past, not wanting to mess with the present.

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Albus Dumbledore sighed as he walked to his office. The school informed him that there was a new student wanting to apply for their 6th year. He walked in, and found said student sitting in front of his desk, and sat down looking at the forms the student had brought with him. The OWL scores were higher than any of the boy's year, even Hermione Granger's. It was then he glanced up at the boy's name, and about choked.

"Harry?" He asked, stunned as he looked at the boy in front of him, who looked nothing like the boy he had known the last 16 years.

"Actually I go by James now." Harry, now James, said with a smirk. He knew Albus would be the one to figure out who he really was. After all he didn't want to hide from his grandfather. So what better name to give himself than…James Leo Wyatt.

"Then things went well with your parents." Albus said, a beaming smile across his face.

"Actually, I never met with them." James said, studying his hands. "I went there, but then saw them with their new baby, and realized I couldn't intrude on that. Besides, I already got one set of parents killed, I don't want to make it two." He added the last part to himself.

"But don't you think they deserve to know what was taken from them?" Albus asked as he looked over his spectacles at Harry. "Harr…Sorry, James, don't you think they would like to know they have another son out there?"

"No, they would be better off not knowing. What would happen if I died in the final battle against the Dark Lord? We give them their child back, only to have him taken away again. Besides, I have done this well without parents so far, I don't need them now." Harry said, he could feel the tears forming in his eyes. He may not need parents, but he did want them…more than anything.

"James, I really do think you should tell your parents who you are, give them a chance to get to know you." Albus said, trying one last time to convince the boy.

"And what if I get them killed too. NO, I won't tell them until Voldemort is destroyed, and not a risk to them." Harry said, making sure his grandfather knew his decision was final.

"They may be more help than you would ever know." Albus said.

"Then ask for their help with the war, just don't tell them their son is the central figure to it. Now, I was wondering if there was somewhere I could stay for the rest of the summer?" James asked, looking hopefully at his grandfather.

"I will have the house elves set up a room for you here. I would rather have you where I can keep an eye on you." The old man said, letting the issue of telling Harry's parents drop…

…For now.