A/N Thank you so much for the reviews we received already. They were great. Eveb though our exams are coming up we thought we'd post another chappy now, in order to thank you for your wonderful feedback. What about a deal? The more reviews we get, the sooner the new chapters will be online ) Have fun reading and pleeeeeaaaaase review!

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Chapter 2:

The aftertaste of a lemon drop

When Harry came back to his senses everything around him was pitch black. Groggily he looked around and could make out the insides of an old cupboard but nothing more.

It took him a few seconds to register what he had just discovered. A cupboard.

Harry sat up quickly, his head bumping hard into the low ceiling. He scowled. Why was he in a cupboard. He had have enough of that during his first ten years of life, unless….

No, Harry shrugged it off, it just couldn't be.Harry searched for his glasses, in order to take a closer look at his surroundings, it was like he had thought, he was in a cupboard. The only question was how he had gotten here in the first place.

His scar throbbed and he went with his cool fingers over it. Suddenly it all came back with a start. He knew that he had been in the headmaster's office and had tried a lemon drop, that the portrait of his late headmaster had offered him. But he had no memories whatsoever after putting the candy into his mouth. The big question was what had happened to him.

He was startled from his musings when a fist began banging against a small door, not far away from him, which he had just noticed.

"UP" shrieked a familiar voice. He did a double take and his breathing increased heavily.

"UP! GET UP! NOW" This just couldn't be. There was no way, this person was who he thought she must be.

"Are you up yet?" the voice interrupted his musings once more.

"Nearly" Harry said, simply playing for more time in order to sort out his thoughts.

"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday."

Harry was too perplexed to say anything back to her. He couldn't understand what was going on. From his point of view he was a 17 year old wizard who had lost all his dear friends. Surely he couldn't be here, here at the one place that had made his childhood hell, here at the Dursleys'…

Deciding that playing along was the best thing he could do at the moment, Harry jumped and dressed himself in the too familiar, way too big clothes.

He rushed into the kitchen, busying himself with the pan. He just ignored Uncle Vernon's "Comb your hair boy". He had more important things to think about.

How could it be that he was back at the Dursleys' and by the look of himself, in the body of his ten year-old self. What kind of magic was that?

And coming to think about it, why did he know about magic in the first place?

Hagrid had been the one who had told him about it on his eleventh birthday, while giving Dudley a pig tail in the process. Harry smirked, which went unnoticed by the Dursleys because Dudley had started his tantrum about getting to few birthday presents, even though the whole room was stuffed with them. Harry simply rolled his eyes, some things just never seemed to change.

Harry grimaced, he was on his way back from the zoo, with a clearly upset Vernon Dursley in the front of the car and with his aunt, his cousin and Piers Polkins annoying the hell out of him with their ongoings about the big bad snake.

Even though Harry had known what would happen, he had thought it wisest to just let the things happen in their own pace. He wasn't sure if interfering was such a good idea.

When he was back in his cupboard, clearly annoyed by the fact that he was grounded once more, he decided that he definitely needed a plan of action. After Dumbledore's death Harry had learned to take charge of new and dangerous situation, no longer stumbling into them and being rescued by sheer luck.

He stared at the dark ceiling but no longer seeing it. If this was real, if he was really back in the body of a ten year-old, that could only mean that he had done some kind of time travelling. But not the way he had done in his third year, because there was no sign of another Harry running around.

No, this time it seemed that he had gone back in time, permanently. Harry suddenly sat back up again, his heard pounding in excitement, this also meant that all the people he loved and cared for were still alive, that no harm had come to them…yet.

But was he allowed to change the past? Harry heard a warning voice in his head, that sounded unnervingly like Hermione. "The past is not to be messed with."

Well, Dumbledore had sent him here after all and where was the point in sending him back to the past just in order to let him make all the same mistakes all over again. There was just no point.

So that meant, that he had come back to the past in order to change it, in order to make sure that he was going to defeat Voldemort. Harry couldn't help but grin a little, even though the prospect of having to face Voldemort in the future was not amusing at all. If he was to live the last 7 years of his life all over again, he was going to make sure to have some fun along the way and even more importantly, to set things right once more.

Harry had opened the door of his cupboard with a small pin he had found lying around in the cupboard. Being ten meant that he wasn't allowed to use magic yet and the last thing he wished for, was to make the ministry aware of what was going on, not yet at least.

He had just left number 4 and was currently making his way towards the house of Mrs Figg. After thinking about it carefully, Harry had decided that he needed to talk to Dumbledore as soon as possible. He was going to need his help and Harry knew that Mrs Figg was in close contact with him these days.

He checked his watch and saw that it was already drawing close to midnight. Should he really disturb her this late. Harry shrugged it off. He had more important things on his mind.

Nonetheless he felt relieved, when he saw that there was still light in Mrs Figg's house. He briskly walked towards her door and rang the doorbell rather impatiently, waiting for her to answer it.

Seconds later he was staring the annoyed face of his former babysitter.

"What do you…" her mouth fell open when she saw Harry standing there, grinning widely.

"Good evening, Mrs Figg. Would you be so kind to let me use your fireplace for a second? It would be most helpful if you could also lend me some floo powder."

While Mrs Figg was staring at him, as if he had just grown another couple of heads, he used her distractedness and pushed past her into the house.

He wasn't at all prepared though, to find himself looking at a man who was wearing an extremely shabby set of wizard's robes and even though he was quite young, having light brown hair which was flecked with grey.

It took Harry a moment to regain his composure, then he said in a falsely cheerful voice.

"Fancy meeting you here, Professor Lupin."