Chapter 2

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Wow, that was fun; Harry had sat in Dumbledore's office for over six hours explaining to him on the events with Voldemort and how he got to where he was this day.

Dumbledore chuckled at Fate and Destiny.

"Ah, the silly brother and sister, students of mine. Think they can control the whole world. See what happens when magic gets to your head? What a predicament they got you into Harry. So you are how old in the world you resided in yesterday?"

"Eighteen sir." Replied Harry with a scowl, "Just got my Apparating license too."

"Well your magic will disappear along with…well…most of your memories of that world; there is a counter curse that can keep one memory and one ability…but it has a harsh side-affect." Dumbledore seemed very stern with this.

"What is it Professor Dumbledore?" He asked.

"It is that you cannot choose the memory neither the ability, it could be an anamagus or it could to use wandless magic. If the memory is bad it will haunt you in your nightmares."

Dumbledore was wise, that is why Harry enjoyed speaking to him, unlike Hermione…who was kind of snobby but still his friend. Dumbledore, alive, it's kind of weird like a flashback or something.

"So…will I ever know who these people are?" Harry asked Dumbledore smiled.

"That I will leave to you."

"To me? But Professor!" Protested Harry, "I was in Auror training! I…have to relive my childhood?"

"It seems so." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as Harry's green eyes squinted,

"Are you plotting something?" He asked looking at him suspiciously.

"Harry James Potter, you can trust your old headmaster." Dumbledore laughed again. Harry started to wonder if he'd been digging in the candy supplies in Hogsmeade, eating his way to find his Bertie Bott's bean card. He laughed at this thought as Dumbledore grinned.

"I see…You are already beginning to think more like a child. It is my opinion that this process will involve you slowly to think, act, and talk more like a child." Dumbledore, he's such a sugary genius. Thought Harry.

"So, in turn, I must have Minerva to watch you."

Some Genius.

"But Dumbledore! Why?" Harry exclaimed. He didn't want her to watch him! "How about you tell James and L-I mean Mum and Dad about it? They already live there and it will be more con…con…" He tried to say the word but Dumbledore finished.

"Convenient, fine, as you wish. I will, however, have one of the professors watch you one day of each weekend. Destiny has miscalculated time; it will be before the end of January or even the middle of February before the spell takes its full turn and completes itself." Harry still looked downtrodden.

"After February it won't be hard Harry, don't fuss. After the spell is complete you will return to a normal child."

"Yeah…sure…" Harry looked at the floor, "Pettigrew…is he in prison?"

"Last that I heard of, for life. Sentenced for working for Voldemort." Dumbledore replied.

"Hey, um…One more question." Harry started. "Is…Is my family friends with the Weasly family?" Asked Harry Dumbledore laughed heartily now, "You'll found out young Harry." Harry smiled and turned to leave then realized…

"Hey! I can't reach the Floo Powder!"

-Hi! I am the little line that says that time has passed!-

"So…Harry is eighteen in another world, we're dead, and…He's a hero?" Asked James,

"But you said it was Colette that would…."

Dumbledore replied solemn faced, "No James, I told you half of the Prophesy to see how you took it; the other half says the exact day both Neville and Harry were born. He is the one. And Judgment, the idiot, must have his way here." Dumbledore seemed very upset. "Harry is going to vanquish the Dark Lord no matter what."

Lily sobbed and nearly rushed into the room where Harry sat talking to the children trying to tell them that he was "Sick" and doesn't remember much of the past six years.

"You will not treat him like an eighteen year old however." Dumbledore stated. "Slowly he will turn into a six year old mentally. But if corrupted by more knowledge than he needs he will definitely return to an Eighteen year old."

"Sounds tough." Sirius said as his wife elbowed him in the stomach. "OW! THAT was uncalled for!" He rubbed his "wound" and returned to Dumbledore who was tempted to laugh.

"Every weekend a professor will check his progress, I'm sorry for leaving you but…I must make arrangements with the professors."

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"Okay guys, so we've got to make Harry remember!" Said Ellen. As she did the door rang…Who could it be?

Harry walked to the door and opened it only to be bombarded by a mess of red…his poor eyes wasn't ready and he was blinded by it.

"Great job Molly, you blinded him." Said Canis opening the door. The Weaslys!

"I'm so sorry Harry dear." She said with a smile handing two long packages…It's just not Christmas without a Weasly Sweater. Thought Harry as Fred walked in…Only two years older. He was Eight. Each Weasly had a package with them, so by the time they were all in Harry was suffering to keep his balance.

"Canis! Ellen! Little help here?" He said wobbling, his mind tried to focus on a spell…maybe he could conjure a little magic…Nope. Canis Laughed and pulled a large stick from his coat.

"Meet my friend Bob. He's an extendable arm who can reach up to seven Miles!" He opened "Bob" and grabbed about half of them with the large hand.

"Who made that?" Asked Harry curiously.

"Why Ellen did of course, she's a tech genius! Then you came up with the spell and all." Again with this wandless magic! How did he do it?

Mr. and Mr. Weasly stepped into the kitchen with the parents as the six children stood there as Harry explained what happened. He did, however, take aside the older children, Bill and Charlie, to tell them what REALLY happened that he came there.

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"Oh my goodness!" Mrs. Weasly, unlike Lily, was not restrained by an ex-chaser and rushed into the living room and hugged little (or kind of big) Harry.

"Okay, Mrs. Weasly…You can stop now!" Cried Harry trying to get out of her grasp.

All the adults returned in the living room and began to talk about regular subjects as they opened presents. Harry, as a child, didn't receive gifts he explained to the adults. So this, unlike in his world was like his first Christmas.

He unwrapped a racing broom from Sirius, a Starbolt…They didn't have those in his world. He guessed they were an old version.

He snagged a book on the Marauders from Remus written by himself. He knew that Harry would not be able to understand it at that age but he would come to treasure it when he got older.

From the Weaslys he got a Sweater with miniature House seals on them, the Biggest was the Lion right in the middle. It seems that Mrs. Weasly didn't knit this one, Charlie did. Charlie was blushing through the rest of the day every time Harry talked to him.

From his parents he got a majority of play sets of Mock Quidditch games, Hogwarts, and even the Forbidden Forest. But something that caught his eye was two presents; one was a big book of pictures ten times bigger than his album back at…home. The other was a stuffed stag, a big stag that said 'Merry Christmas Harry' on the side and 'Prongs' on the other.

Harry nearly burst into tears but merely hugged his parents in gratitude.

-What's up? It's the time line again….-

"Goodnight Harry." Lily kissed him on the cheek as James ruffled his hair; he bent over to see a fast asleep Colette.

"Goodnight…M-mum. Dad." His eyelids grew heavy, he was happy to be in this world, he was happy…happy…happy…

I am the dream line when ever you see me I a dream is coming

Harry saw the world was even bigger…did he go even farther back in time?

"Boo!" Said a voice behind him, Harry did not like this being caught off guard and a tear poured down his cheek.

"It's alright Harry dear." Said his mother lifting him up. "Your old dad isn't going to do anything, not when I'm here." She cooed. She held him like a baby, maybe he was, Stupid Destiny and Fate, Merlin knows how long it'll take now.

"Lily! It's Halloween!" James said happily changing rapidly between his anamagus and human form.

"And every year you win for the most realistic Bambi costume."

"And what's wrong with that Little Red Riding Hood?" He said, this year Harry saw that she was dressed in a red hood…well he could see the red and he assumed she had dressed up as Little Red Ridding Hood.

"And my little stag." He ruffled Harry's hair, "Pronglet."

"He surprisingly didn't wet his diaper that whole time…" Lily said now happy.

"That's new from Harry." Laughed James. A loud noise was heard from the door way.

"What was that?" Harry saw Voldemort, for the first time through a baby's eyes.

"Lily! Take Harry and Run!" He said his wand raised Harry tried to reach out to his father but only fell on the floor.

"Harry!" Lily grabbed her crying little boy who had gained a nasty cut on his wrist.

"No James!" Lily stood her ground her emerald eyes gleamed with bravery with her husband.

"I see Wormtail has proven efficient." Hissed Voldemort.

"Why am I not surprised…Hey Tommy? Sure you want to call him something a blood traitor made up?" Taunted James with absolutely no fear.

Lily looked down at Harry who looked up trying to tell his mother to run away, get out before Voldemort struck. But she obviously took it the wrong way and pushed a bookshelf on Voldemort.

She grabbed James by the Collar holding Harry in one hand and rushed outside into the cold midnight air.

"We made it James..." But all James could think was 'Traitor'. He apparated to the Ministry as Lily Apparated too…But as he felt the Apparate feeling he heard a voice from on high.

"Harry, wake up Harry, Harry?"

"Harry!" Harry woke up with a start, his pillow drenched in sweat and he felt sick to his stomach he nearly threw up, Lily, seeing it coming from her years in Medi-witch training conjured a bucket as Harry vomited.

"Harry you were having a nightmare, I think we had better call Dumbledore." Harry looked at his mum with glazed over eyes, his body felt weak, and rag doll-like. Harry didn't remember much after that, not even Apparating to St. Mungos.

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Lily was saddened, her little boy barely knew her at all. She stared at his sleeping face, full of innocence and kindness…why did he not look like this in his other world….He lived with Sirius right? Oh wait, no, he lived with her sister. She had to put it in her Will to never allow Harry or Colette near the Dursleys; she would care less if the Dursleys would come near them.

"Mrs. Potter?" Asked a Medi-witch who just finished going through papers.

"He seems perfectly fine, but there is a brain problem…A world transfer spell has been cast hasn't it?" She asked Lily looked shocked but nodded.

"I figured so, that hasn't happened in many years, but I do know that this boy was abused at the age he is now." Lily clenched her fists. In her will she should put 'The Dursleys are like Death-Eaters'.

"I'm going to kill my sister." She muttered but the Medi-witch didn't hear it.

"He will come-to in a few minutes."

"Ma'am? Could you contact Albus Dumbledore for me and tell him where I am?" She told the witch who nodded in reply and waddled away.

"My little prince…" She was so proud of him for what he had accomplished.

"Mummy?" Asked Harry, was she alive? Her green eyes stared into his as Harry weakly said, "I love you."

Lily had tears coming down her face.

"I love you too, my little Stag."