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Thanks once again to my lovely Beta, the vamp69

OC ALERT! This story will have lots, and lots of OC's.

Belonging to Time

Snatched through time at birth, Harry becomes a time traveller. He discovers this at five when he meets his real parents, and goes to Hogwarts prepared... but he hadn't realised Voldemort had a spy in Hogwarts and was trying to steal a dangerous artefact.

Girl Germs

1985: September

Harry, though he may seem spectacular, was like any normal five year old child, and at times had difficulty adjusting to living this double life.

He went to school again the next morning, looking forward to seeing Hermione, though slightly annoyed that Merlin was being so annoying, not letting him tell her. "Miss," he asked the teacher.

"Yes…"

"Harry," he supplied, and continued with his question. "What are we going to do today? Because, I was bored yesterday." As you can see, he had little discretion.

The teacher looked affronted at this little revelation, but quickly collected herself. "We'll be making pencil pots today." She informed him, glaring at Merlin who was standing behind Harry, grinning lopsidedly. It seemed she had come to the conclusion that Merlin was his father. "You can take it home and give it to your Daddy, won't that be wonderful?"

Harry wrinkled up his nose at her over cheerful voice, and before he knew it, Merlin had butted in. "His father is dead."

The teacher looed shocked, and tried to get the conversation moving. "How about your Mummy then? She'll love it!"

"His mother is dead, too. I'm his guardian."

"And you are?"

"His father's second cousin, twice removed, also known as Marvin Potter."

The teacher seemed to decide that she'd said enough. "Well, it'll be fun."

Harry didn't seem to believe her, and rudely interrupted her musings. Obviously, she'd thought he'd gone. "But what if it isn't?"

"Then, I don't know! You can't go into year one, at any rate, they started reading a few weeks ago," she told him.

Harry produced his book. (This time it was 'How the Rainbow got its Colours'.) "I can read," he told her. "I-" he stopped, correcting himself. He was going to say, "I taught myself". 'Must be normal, must be normal.' "Uncle Mer-Marvin taught me."

The teacher raised her eyebrows. She held out her hand for the book. She flicked through it, before opening to the middle of the book. "Read this," she told him.

Harry shook his head. "I gots to start from the beginning!" he told her, and tugged on the book, freeing it from her hands.

"Once there lived a pretty white piece of ribbon…" he began, reading it out.

Sure enough, that's what the book said. She frowned. "How about you read this for me?"

She took away 'How the Rainbow Got Its Colours' and handed him a different book.

"Once upon a time, in a nursery rhyme, there were three bears. A mama and a papa and a wee bear," he chanted, not even looking at the pictures. The teacher snatched the book from his essay.

"Fine. Do you want to go see if you can go to Miss Haste's class then?" she asked, resuming her kindly manner.

Harry got a concentrated look on his face. "Can Hermione come too?" he asked finally.

"Hermione?" Harry pointed out a girl that she hadn't noticed the day before. "She can read, too," he informed her innocently. The teacher looked around for someone to turn to, but she saw that Merlin had vanished and the teacher's helper had disappeared off somewhere.

Sighing, she called Hermione over and got her to demonstrate her skills.

Not knowing what to do with either of them, she turned to them both. "Look," she said in her kind, honey-sweet teacher's voice. "I'm going to talk to one of the other teachers tonight, and when I'm done, I will talk to you. Until then, why don't we make pencil pots?"

Dismissing them, she turned to the class. "Good morning, class!" she exclaimed.

"Good morning, Miss Catelli!" they half chanted, half droned back.

Miss Catelli sighed. It was going to be a long day.

As it turned out, the making of 'pencil pots' was merely gluing coloured popsicle sticks to a baked beans tin that had had the sharp bits removed.

By recess, her two 'problem children' were finished their pots and had cleaned up, while the rest of her class was still working out how the glue pots worked, and once that had been done, she'd spent a lot of her time trying to keep the kids from eating the glue. They had glue all over their uniforms. Their parents were not going to be happy about that.

Harry and Hermione decided not to read that morning, and went to play with all the other kids. It was a pity they'd earned themselves a 'nerd' reputation. None of the kids would play with them. They'd gotten in too late. Harry was used to this kind of rejection from the Dursley's, but Hermione wasn't. She sniffled quietly to start with, before it turned into full blown crying. Harry looked around helplessly; he had no clue as to where to start looking for help. He rubbed her back, looking slightly confused. "It's okay, Hermione, it's okay."

A little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes walked up to them. "Hello. I'm Lilly Walters. Can I be your friend?"

Harry breathed out a sigh of relief that he hadn't realised he'd been holding in. "Sure!" he said, and Hermione's sniffles died down.

"Really? You'd be friends with me?" she asked, sounding as though she didn't believe it.

"Well, I wasn't here on the first day of school cos I was sick," Lilly sniffed. Loudly. And then she wiped her nose with her wrist. (A/N: Sorry, Lilly, I just thought this was appropriate. Nothing about you or anything.) "And no-one will play with me, 'cept my sister."

"Where is she?"

"Louise went to the toilet," she informed them knowledgably, nodding her head. They talked for a bit more, before another girl emerged. She looked exactly like Lilly, and funnily enough, she seemed to have the same cold. She wiped her nose with her wrist.

"Who're they, Lilly?" she asked. They assumed it was Louise.

Lilly shrugged. She'd forgotten to ask them their names. "I'm Harry Potter."

"Hermione Granger."

Lilly was delighted. "That means we can be L's and H's," she said. Harry looked at her in confusion.

"Mine and Louie's names start with L and yours and Hermyne's start with H!"

"Hermione," Hermione corrected gently. Lilly smiled.

"See!"

Louise looked around before whispering conspiratorially to them. "Do you know what? Mummy bought me and Lilly a huge packet of textas.

At the age that they were, this was a huge thing. "Can I borrow them?" Hermione squealed excitedly. Louise looked like she was about to protest, but Lilly nodded enthusiastically.

"But Louie! You gots to be kinds and spare," she told her twin empathically.

"Don't you mean share?" Louise retorted.

Lilly waved her hands. "Whatever," she told her carbon copy. "It's all the same. And besides, Mummy said!"

"Did she?" Louise sounded genuinely confused.

"Yes," Lilly sounded like she was talking to a dunderhead. "You dunderhead!" she added for emphasis.

Hermione giggled watching them. Louise looked mortified that she had been about to go against her mother. "Alright, then," she said, and it was just as well that the classroom was locked, or she might have gone in there and gotten it to give to them right that instant. Instead, she looked mournfully at the door, before being distracted. "Lets make silk!" she squealed, and ran into the sandpit at top speed, and started to twist her hands in the dirt. "Come on! It's fun!" Hermione got up first, and then Harry joined her, and lastly, Lilly came.

"What do we do?" asked Harry. Hermione, Lilly, and Louise all looked at him like he was mad.

"Don't you know how to make silk?" asked Hermione.

Harry flushed a bright red. Yet another thing the Dursley's had made sure he'd missed out on.

Hermione never waited for an answer. "Well, it's when you make the sand all smooth, you see. You get wet sand, right, and you mix it in with the dry sand, and then it's all soft. Like silk."

When they went back into the class, Harry and Hermione looked absolutely everywhere for Lilly and Louise, but they couldn't for them life of them find them. "Miss Catelli?"

Miss Catelli turned to the voice, and seeing who it was, groaned internally, while putting on her 'happy' face. "How may I help you?"

"Well, we were wondering if you know where Lilly and Louise Walters are?" He phrased it to sound like a question.

Miss Catelli just looked at them. "Go sit on the mat." she told them, before moving into the side room and calling to the teachers assistant. "Miss Lambert, can you please look after the class for a moment?" she didn't wait for an answer, and moved as fast as she could to the staffroom. She needed a coffee.Badly.

In the meantime, Harry and Hermione were sitting on the floor in bewilderment. "Did I emagen it?" Hermione asked Harry, who was as bemused as she was.

"I don't think so." Unfortunately, Harry hadn't been able to look at their Auras to see if they had been real, (conjurations and imaginations gave off purple Auras instead of aquamarine. He knew this because of his many imaginary friends that had lived in his cupboard.), as Merlin had given him a potion to block his Aura seeing ability until they could find someone else who could read auras and learn to control it. He said that it was 'an invasion on people's privacy.' He looked at Hermione again, and smiled at her. "Well, maybe they was just our emagenation," he said, not looking at Hermione.

Hermione sniffled again, and eventually fell asleep. Harry yawned widely and followed her into her slumber.

September: 1005

When Harry recounted the events of the day to his Mother and Father, they suggested to him that maybe Lilly and Louise were in another class. Harry couldn't believe how stupid he'd been, not thinking of something like that. Merlin explained that Harry would be able to go up with Hermione, because he had reconsidered. Rowena asked if it was a rare thing. Merlin nodded, "Yes, but I used a persuasion charm. It should be fine."

September: 1985

He suggested that Lilly and Louise were in another class to Hermione next time he saw her, at the same time as she suggested it to him. They both laughed, and walked into Miss Catelli's class. They sat down, ready to do something boring for the rest of the day, but Miss Catelli called them both up. "Harry, Hermione, I have a test for you. You aren't allowed to talk while you do it, and you're not allowed to pass notes, and you are to complete as much as you can." They both nodded, and she led them over to the quiet corner. "You have one hour to complete the reading and mathematics. At the end of that time, I will collect your work."

Harry scrawled his name on top of the sheet of paper, and he heard Hermione's pen scratching on his right. He looked down at the sheet of paper. "What is 3+1?" he mumbled, before picking up his pencil again and scratching a small, neat four in the space for the question. There was a whole page of addition, and then subtraction, then half a page of division and multiplication each. He and Hermione worked their way through the maths for about half an hour, before turning to the reading section of the paper. At the top, in large writing was the sentence: "Petunia sat on a mouldy green log in the middle of the forest." Then it instructed that they write the sentence out, and then answer some questions about what had happened, such as what was the person's name, where was she, what was she sitting on, as part of a comprehension test.

He then turned to the next page, where, in smaller writing, was a small paragraph. "According to the London Times, the census in 1981 shows that the average household in England has five occupants; a mother, a father, and usually two male children and one female child."

Then was a series of questions. "What do you think 'census' means?" Harry bit his lip. 'Pole.' He scribbled in carefully. "How many males are there in each household on average?" 'Father, two male children, three!' he thought, and pencilled in his answer with a careful hand. As he went on, the questions got progressively harder. By the end of it, there were a few that he hadn't been able to answer fully, but the teacher came and collected his paper before he had a chance to fix it up.

Miss Catelli told the rest of the class to continue decorating their pencil pots, while she marked Harry and Hermione's tests.

She hadn't finished by the time it was recess, so she told them that she'd give them their results when breaks had finished. Harry and Hermione walked out of the classroom together, and went to search for Lilly and Louise. When she spotted them Hermione ran the distance to them. "Lilly! Louise! Guess what?"

"What?" they both answered in unison.

"Me and Harry took a test to see if we can go up a year!"

"That means you'll be in our class!" they both exclaimed, and joined hands with Hermione, doing a strange jumping dance. Harry felt slightly left out, as none of them were dancing with him, but it didn't bother him, because, once again, he had gotten enough of it at the Dursleys to know that it didn't really matter. Watching them, he realised that he didn't have any male friends. He was puzzled for a good while about what to do about this, but still joined in with his female friends in their games. Today they played tag, and, thanks to the Dursleys, for once, he was actually good at it. All those years of running from Dudley had finally paid off. No-one could catch him, for most of the part, but they did get him near the end as he was tiring, though their sugar was just setting in, sending them hyper. Eventually, the bell rang for them to go back in, just as Harry had caught Hermione, too.

They went back in, all four of them as tired as from running around making fools of themselves, into their classrooms. Once they had gotten into the classroom, Miss Catelli approached them. "Both of you are smart enough to go into year two, but we think that it's best if you go to year one for a little bit at first, okay?" she asked them

They both nodded eagerly. "Well, you'll be starting in year one next week, because your parents need time to get the books for you, among other things, is that okay? You will, however, be expected to stay for the whole day like the first graders, instead of the half day like the preps. The second half of the day will be spent in the year one classroom, acquainting yourself with your peers."

Harry and Hermione nodded, and went back to their desks. When their parents came to pick them up, they told them the 'good news'. Merlin and the Grangers were delighted, but when they were out of earshot, Merlin explained to Harry that it would be best if Hermione didn't skip the grades with him. Harry frowned. "I don't understand, Uncle Merlin, why not?"

"Because," Merlin told him in reply, in his opinion, closing the matter.

"But why?"

"Just, because! Okay! Because!" Obviously, Merlin didn't want to answer Harry.

Harry closed his mouth, and looked at his feet.

September: 1005

Later that day, he asked his mother a question which he had been meaning to ask for a little while. "Mummy?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"What happens to my birthday? Because if I spend too long in one time, I might lose my birthday!"

Rowena laughed, and kneeled down to him. "Harry, darling, you can't 'lose' your birthday. Your birthday just marks one revolution of the earth around the sun. If you really wanted, you could count out 365 days, and have your birthday every time you get to 365, but you understand that people would get confused if your birthday kept moving, wouldn't they? So we also celebrate your birthday on the 31st July so that people don't get confused. And we can just have a small party when it really is your birthday. It should be around the same time anyway, because, effectively, you are having two years instead of one."

Harry processed the information for a while, before nodding and asking, "What if I lose count?"

"Well, why don't you keep a diary?"

"But what if someone reads it?" Rowena didn't have an answer for that, so she just replied. "I'll have a think about that one, okay? And until I'm done thinking, you can just write down the day since your birthday."

Harry nodded. "So what were you saying about divination again?"

September: 1985

Harry and Hermione had been staying for the whole day for a few weeks, and Harry sat in between Lilly and another boy, Greg Harwood. He and Greg got on quite well, though he was better moulded to Lilly.

"Harry?" Lilly asked him.

"Yeah, Lils?"

"Why come your Mummy and Daddy never pick you up? Because it's always your Uncle Marvin, and I would get angry if my Mummy and Daddy never picked me up from school"

Harry thought for a moment. "Well, when I was this big, my Mummy and Daddy got in a car accident." He stretched his arms in an estimate of how big a baby was.

"And there was a big light 'Kaboom!' and lots of fire, and Mummy and Daddy never came back since because they're dead. So, I went to live with my Uncle Marvin, and that's where I've been ever since!" he explained.

"What's dead?" Harry shrugged. He had a vague understanding of death, though it was hardly comprehended.

"I think it means that they won't come back again. It makes people cry, Aunt Ganieda is always crying. She was my Mummy's sister. But I've never seen Uncle Marvin cry." He shook his head for emphasis.

Greg tugged on his right sleeve. "Harry," he said, sounding exasperated. "How many times have I told you? If you keep talking to them, you might get girl germs."

Harry smiled lightly and shook his head. "And how many times have I told you? Girl germs aren't real. Mu-Uncle Marvin said."

"But they are real. And, if you get them, you might turn into a girl." He explained.

Harry shook his head. "Girl germs aren't real!"

"Yes, they are!" it was an ongoing argument between them, though so far, it was strictly friendly, thankfully.

Revised: January 2006