I do not own any of the characters, they and the story belong to Mrs Rowling.

Shopping

Harry woke up the next day, to the sun warming his face. Instead of rising, he lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

It was all a dream, just a dream, Harry thought. He then opened his eyes to find himself still in the room at The Leaky Cauldron. He quickly rushed into the bathroom he had to get some clothes on and go see Dumbledore. Upon entering the bathroom, Harry froze at the sight of himself in the mirror. He was small! To small! At least for a sixteen soon seventeen year old.

"Bloody hell." was all Harry got out before sliding down onto the floor, after his legs turned into what felt like spaghetti.

"Now, now dear. Your hair isn't quite that bad! Now is it? If you were only to put a comb through it every no and then…" Harry tuned out the chatter coming from the mirror. It hadn't been a dream. Harry didn't know what to think. He was once again thirteen years old. He was starting his third year at Hogwarts.

He was suddenly struck by a fact so wonderful, so great that he had a hard time getting air. Sirius! Sirius was alive! He, Harry, had seen Sirius in the bushes at Privet Drive. Sirius had been just feet away. Then Harry had yet another flash of insight. Cedric, Dumbledore and the Weasley's, they were all alive and well. He felt like dancing, jumping or doing both at the same time.

He did however, remain seated, his legs were after all not to be trusted at the moment. He had to think, he knew for a fact that he had about two weeks until school started. And there were so many things to be done and plan. Should he tell Professor Dumbledore about what had happened? Or should he try to act as he had four years ago. One should after all not mess with time, too much. He should try to change as little as possible. Harry had to make a plan. He crawled out of the bathroom towards his trunk. He dug out some parchment, Inc and a quill. He dipped the quill into the inc-pot and started making notes. Three crumpled parchments later and he felt somewhat satisfied. He was no Hermione after all. He carefully folded the parchment and hid it in his photo album. After looking longingly at the pictures of his long lost parents and his now alive godfather. He even spotted Remus in some of the pictures, he was surprised at himself for not looking earlier after his favourite teacher.

Harry decided it was time he had a look into his trunk and find out what it held. He found all of his first and second yearbooks, some of Dudley's old rags, his now to short school robes, his father's old invisibility cloak and the album Hagrid had given him. there were also some old candy wrappers and a whole package of Berty Botts every flavour beans, but Harry felt that it might be a little to late to eat them.

So… Harry had somehow managed to travel back to the summer before his third year. Why? And most importantly how? As far as he knew he hadn't been carrying any time turners, and frankly he didn't know if it was possible to travel back years. Hermione's time-turner had gone back hour's. It would take a whole lot of turning to go back four years. Harry tried to remember what he had done the night before. When had it all changed?

He had said goodbye to his relatives, left the house and then…

The letter! The letter from Snape. It had to be it. But why would Snape send it to him? And why wouldn't he just write that the letter would take Harry into the past? Why didn't Snape go back himself? Harry sighed and leaned against the bedpost. This was all very confusing, he would have to look into time travelling when he got back to Hogwarts.

"Oops! If I'm not careful I'll turn into a second Hermione." Harry laughed to himself, imagining the look of pride in Hermione's face and utter horror on Ron's.

Harry got dressed in a giddy mood, he just couldn't get over the fact that he'd time-travelled without knowing. And that he now had the chance to put things right.

He went down stairs to eat some breakfast, and spent it looking at the other guests. It felt strange seeing all of these people, so care free, so unaware of what was coming. He felt a lump building in his chest he couldn't let them down. He had been given a chance to make it all right. So he made a silent vow then and there to make his best. After eating , Harry got out into the back yard, took out his wand and tapped the third brick from the left above the dustbin. The archway into Diagon alley opened. He quickly flattened his hair over the scar, he really didn't want any attention today. He started walking fast towards Gringotts, he had to refill his moneybag. He had some serious shopping to do. After getting out more Galleons, than he'd ever imagined himself carrying, he left for the stores.

First, he went to the apothecary to replenish his store of potions ingredients and add some other things that he might need.

Harry had decided to get back Snape's potions book even if he had to spend the rest of his life in detention. Snape's book made sense, it had been easy to follow and Harry had felt for the first time as if he understood what he was doing. He wondered why Snape hadn't written any books for the school. Maybe he should drop some hints or challenge the sour man. Snape would probably cook him raw in one of the fouler potions if he, Harry ever tried to give him an advice. He could always...no it would be to Slytherin. Harry smiled, If he were to make a comment in front of Dumbledore, then the book would be finished before the year was over. Was it worth the rest of his school years in detention? He would have to ponder on it for a while longer. Harry left the shop after the manager started to give him strange looks. Must be the mad glint Harry knew he was giving of at the thought of getting Snape in front of Dumbledore. His supply was to be sent to his room at the Cauldron.

Next, he headed for Madam Malkin's, his robes were much to short. And after escaping the dotting care of Madam Malkin's herself, he headed for Flourish and Blotts. When Harry entered the bookstore, he felt that he for the first time could understand Hermione. There was so much knowledge crammed into the books, so much he could learn. He headed for the potions section first. He found that he had developed a newfound joy in potions. Part of it came from knowing that his mother had been good at it and the other part was just that he'd actually liked working under Professor Slughorn. After picking out the requested book and another one called The how's and why's of potion making, by Horace Slughorn he headed for the transfiguration shelf's. He pulled out Intermediate Transfiguration and The standard book of spells , grade three. And when he caught sight of So you want to be a monkey, animagus training he added it to the pile.

"Is there anything I can help you with? The manager had made his way towards Harry. "Um… yes, I need Unfogging the future, by Cassandra Vablatsky." Said Harry. "Ah, starting divination are you?" said the manager, climbing a set of stairs and grabbing a hold of a thick, black-bound book. After giving Harry the book and telling him that it was a good guide to all basic fortune-telling methods, he lifted his eyes in a silent question.

"Oh…um, I also want a book on dreams and do you have any books on dark creatures?" the book on dreams could come handy. He did after all dream several strange dreams every now and then.

Harry startled at the look of absolute terror displaying in the managers face. "Not again." he muttered, the manager grabbed a set of thick gloves. "Stop! I've already got that book!" Harry called out. "Thank heavens for that, I've been bitten five times already this morning." he looked down on his hands in wonder, probably over the fact that they still were part of his arms. "Um…Just stroke the back" Harry couldn't help saying. He felt sorry for the poor man, thinking of all the students that were coming to buy the book. "What!" The manager quickly grabbed a hold of one of the monster books and stroked the spine, after which the book seized to move. "Stroke the back. Why if I ever…" the manager brightened up as a Christmas tree. "Tell you what. As a thank you for this you can have all of your books for free" the manager walked away muttering about stupid books. "Pet it, really" Harry left the store in a good mood, after getting all of his books for freed and made a promise to come back again before school started. He made his way back to The Leaky Cauldron, he was starved. How did the day go by so fast? It felt as if he'd just gotten his money out of Gringotts. After unpacking his things from the shopping spree, Harry tramped down stairs to get some dinner. He sat down in one of the corners over looking the pub. He was in the middle of his meal when a surly looking man appeared, taking a seat at the table next to Harry's.

"Hello Professor Snape, how has your day been?" Harry said in a bored voice. Snape froze and turned, glaring at the sight of Harry. "Potter, must you pester me outside school?" Harry couldn't help smiling at that. He decided not to pester his Professor to much, he did after all want to excel in potion. "Sorry sir, I'm almost finished" Harry quickly stuffed the chips left on the plate and stood to leave. Snape didn't take his eyes of Harry. "Tell me Potter, how does it feel to once again stand alonein the spot light? It must be nice to have everybody running around like idiots fulfilling your every wish." Harry turned and stared Snape right in the eyes. "If I had my every wish fulfilled I wouldn't be standing here all alone. Would I?" He turned and left before he said something he'd regret later at Hogwarts.

"Shit." He said hitting one of the pillows on the bed. "How does he do it? How does he know how to hit my buttons." Harry sat down heavily on the bed, he had to learn how to control his emotions.

"DUNK" Harry fell of the bed onto the floor. Occlumency. How could he have forgotten to see if there were any books on Occlumency. It was his top priority, he now had two years to learn how to defend his mind from Voldemort. It was too late to go to the bookstore now it was probably closed anyway. He wondered if he would be able to make it on his own. He could always forget the book in front of Hermione if he needed any help, he thought. He was not going through the remedy potion lessons with Snape again. And the lessons with Dumbledore had been strange. Harry still felt shocked over the fact that three almost four years had disappeared.

"Shit." groaned Harry." I have to take the bloody tournament again. Shit, shit and shit!" With every Shit said, Harry banged his head hard against the bedpost he was leaning on. "No,no,no! I can't go through with Umbridge again. Dumbledore has got to find another fifth year teacher." Whispered Harry into his hands. He would rather have Lockhart back from St Mungos.

He grabbed a hold of the book on Dark creatures the manager had given him. After reading a chapter on werewolves, a very misguiding chapter he threw the book into the bathroom. This version on werewolves, was made to terrify people. Harry had snorted at one passage of the book, both out of understanding and absolute horror that the author felt the way he did.

Werewolves are sometimes felt sorry for, as some of them have been turned against their wills as small children. They are of course not to be pitied, as they are just as vicious and evil as the rest of them. They will without doubt come after your children if they get the chance. It's in their new genes.

Harry who felt sick after reading this wondered how anyone could write this, knowing that it would install fear and loathing into many of the readers. He wondered if maybe the writer had, had some kind of contact with werewolves to hate them as he did.

Harry was going to buy a new book on dark creatures that wasn't as biased on the subject as this one.

He finally crawled up in bed after sitting on the floor thinking about the discrimination some people were under. He soon fell asleep, dreaming of werewolves attacking small children in deep green forest full of gleaming eyes.