First I want to mention that I own nothing except the plot and that some characters might be OOC. Also, I am not a native speaker of the English language, so please excuse any possible grammar or spelling mistakes and inform me of them so that I can edit them.

In addition to that I want to ask you to review everything because the reviews would inspire me and give me ideas.

Did it work?

'Hey, Harry. You have to wake up now, sweetheart!', Harry heard a soft voice calling out for him. He slowly opened his beautiful green eyes and looked at his mother, who had the exact same eye color than him. But the rest of his looks were from his father, James Potter. He had the unruly hair and the constant mischievous grin, while everyone would immediately see his mother's temper when taking a toy from him. Harry really didn't want to wake up now, mainly because he had only slept for. like one and a half hours, depending on what time it was right now. He could have said something different, but he decided to go with his body's age and squealed.

'Mummy, up!', he demanded and Lily chuckled slightly before lifting her son up and walking out of the room. Harry laughed when Lily walked downstairs and her red hair went swinging in his face. Normally Harry didn't like peoples hair in his face but his mother's hair reminds him of his wife Ginny and his daughter Lily, who would have gone to Hogwarts for her second year, if it wasn't for Harry travelling back in time, or how the people in his timeline would see it, dying. Harry died in his timeline and nobody except for him knows what really happened. And maybe it was better, if it stayed that way, at least for now. He still had to be the Boy-Who-Lived in order to destroy Voldemort. Otherwise he could still do it, but everything would be way different and if he wanted to change the future or the past or whatever it was now, then he would have to keep all the changes to him and not tell anybody. Otherwise everything would be different and that could cost many other peoples lives, and without knowing what will happen next, Harry can't do anything.

So when they arrived downstairs, James Potter came grinning towards them and kissed Lily on the lips and Harry on the forehead.

'Good morning, Lily-Flower. Good Morning Bambi.' Ok, Bambi is a new one, Harry thought. He got called Prongslet or even James, shortly before his godfather's death, but never Bambi. But he decided to play along for today and started giggling like as if he got hit with the tickling charm. Luckily his parents didn't realize that the giggles were faked. Sure, it was funny how his Dad called him Bambi, but Harry could only think about what happened in the evening that day. He always thought about what would happen if his plan didn't work. He didn't have a plan B, so it had to work.

Harry pretended to be the happiest child on earth for a whole day and now it was time. He already put his time-turner around his neck when he had his nap and now he was happily playing with the colorful bubbles, his father conjured with his wand. Or at least Harry pretended to play with them happily. Now it was only a question of time to when exactly Voldemort came to their house. He only knew it was while he played with the bubbles, but he knew no exact time. He looked out of the window for just a second to see that it was time. Now he had to hope that his plan would work, otherwise his parents would really die and he could do nothing to prevent it anymore.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked at the door and James, wanting to know who was there, walked to the window, wanting to know who was at the door, saw Voldemort's figure and was immediately alarmed. 'LILY, IT'S HIM! GET HARRY AND RUN! I'LL HOLD HIM BACK! JUST GET HARRY AND RUN!' Lily came running out of the kitchen and picked up Harry before running up to Harry's room and blocking the door with everything she could find.

'AVADA KEDAVRA!' This is it, Lily thought. Now her husband was dead and there was only a couple minutes left until she and her beloved son were dead, too. But she didn't know that Harry had a plan. If she knew, she maybe wouldn't have reacted like that.

'Harry, you are loved, so loved. Mummy loves you. Daddy loves you. Harry, be safe. Be strong.'

BANG!

Right at that moment Voldemort blasted the door open and Lily stood in front of the crib to make sure her son was safe. Harry had tears streaming down his face, because he knew what would happen, if his plan didn't work, but he knew, he at least had to try.

Voldemort raised his wand and said: 'Stand aside, girl!'

But Lily didn't want her son to die. She had already lost her husband, who fighted for her long seven years until she finally gave in and now she would lose her son? She wouldn't let that happen. She wanted to save her son, even if it meant dying herself.

But Harry knew what to do. Lily's attention was fully on Voldemort and vice versa. No one actually looked at Harry and that was what he needed to complete his plan. He had his gaze fixed on Voldemort's eyes and thought 'Imperio! You will now send a stunning curse at Lily Potter but shout the killing curse, so that she only gets stunned but it sounded like you would kill her!'

Now Harry had to see that he changed the color of the curse as soon as he sees it.

'AVADA KEDAVRA!' The red light stream came out of the wand but Harry immediately spoke the color changing charm and thought of the color green. Now there was a green curse flying towards Lily and she screamed in agony before falling onto the floor without moving. That was worse than I remember, Harry thought. But he still hoped it had worked. But now he had to wait.

'And now to you, Harry Potter!' Voldemort literally spat out Harry's last name and laughed cruelly afterwards. He raised his wand once more and shouted the last curse he would send for 13 long years from now.

'AVADA KEDAVRA!' The curse came flying towards Harry and Harry didn't block the curse. He knew it had to happen and with that the curse hit him right at his forehead. Harry flinched. He didn't remember that it would hurt that bad but as soon as the pain came, it was gone again. He looked in Voldemort's direction just at the right time to see how he screamed and after a minute became nothing but mist that whirled around in the room and suddenly disappeared.

Harry breathed heavily. He didn't think that it was that bad to watch his mother die. Sure, he had seen it in his nightmares multiple times, but that was different from actually reliving it. But then he remembered the second part of his plan. He had to go back one hour into the past and save his father. Right now he really was dead, but with a little help from a time-turner, Harry should be able to save James, too.

So he threw the Invisibility cloak over himself and spun the time-turner once.

Suddenly Harry started feeling dizzy and everything around him started spinning, that was the exact same feeling as he had it in his third year when him and Hermione saved Buckbeak and Sirius. But this time the process didn't take as long and before Harry could think about anything, the whole room stood still again. He took a deep breath and started walking downstairs and out of the house. He was a little nervous but he knew, no one would be able to see him, and besides, he already managed to save his mother, at least, if his plan was even possible, so it shouldn't be too hard to save his father, too, right?

So now there was a barely two year old boy standing in front of a hidden house under the Invisibility cloak, waiting for the darkest wizard of all time to come and try to kill him.

Harry almost fell asleep but then he heard that cruel laugh and knew, it was time. So he braced himself and looked around. He immediately saw him. Tom Marvolo Riddle, or how everyone knows him, Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who. Harry was sure that Voldemort would have already seen him, if it was not for him wearing the Invisibility Cloak.

Voldemort walked straight towards the house the Potters lived in and then he pulled out a small piece of parchment. He read it and muttered a quick 'Thanks Wormtail. Maybe you're still useful.' And walked towards the door that was now visible for him. Harry followed. He saw how Voldemort knocked at the door and how his father came to the window and seeing their unpleasent visitor at the door. So he quickly stood at the left side of the door waiting for it to open. But Harry thought better of it and raised his wand to point it at Voldemort. 'Imperio. Shoot a stunning curse at James Potter but make it sound like the Killing Curse.' The words were barely a wispher but it seemed to work because right at that moment the door opened and his father stood there.

'YOU! GO AWAY OR I'LL MAKE YOU!'

But Voldemort just laughed and raised his wand.

'AVADA KEDAVRA!' And again, a red stream shot out of Voldemorts wand, but again, Harry cast a wordless color changing charm and watched as it took affect and made the stream turn green. Then it hit James square in the chest and he screamed and fell down with a thud. But again, Voldemort only laughed and stepped over the body of James Fleamont Potter. Harry exhaled. He did it. Well, that was, if everything worked out the right way. He followed Voldemort into the house but stepped around his father, sicne his little feet wouldn't let him step over him. But then he waited in the living room for his mother's scream. Harry really didn't want to see that again and see himself get hit with that curse. Ok, now he had maybe a minute to be upstairs again, otherwise he would just disappear. But who cares? I mean, nobody can see it, anyway, Harry thought. So he just stood there and waited. Then he heard it. Lily's scream. Harry bolted upstairs to wait in the hallway that leads to his room. He waited. And waited.

'And now to you, Harry Potter!' As it was said before, his name was spat out like it was some kind of disease and the next thing he heard was a cruel laugh, the last laugh that Voldemort laughed for 13 years and the curse. 'AVADA KEDAVRA!' And then he walked around the corner and into his room and since he was under his cloak and nobody could see him he walked right towards his crib and watched himself grab the bag and pull out the time-turner and his cloak. He spun the time-turner once. Then he slipped his dispappeared and Harry could have sworn that he had seen himself put the cloak on for a second.

Now Harry just had to climb back into his crib, which wasn't quite the easiest thing to do with a baby body, and wait for himself to be brought away by Hagrid. But that meant seeing Sirius again. Sirius would come in and find him, but Hagrid would join and convince Sirius to hand Harry over to Hagrid.

Harry really hoped that his plan worked, but somewhere deep inside him he already knew that it worked. He only had to get the proof for it. But sadly that had to wait until the next day because when Sirius would be gone, Hagrid would already be on his way to Surrey with him, so Harry couldn't go check on his parents today. He had to do it tomorrow night because Petunia and Vernon would surely notice, if Harry would be gone tomorrow during the day.