Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

I hope you all like this chapter, sorry it took so long to get up, but my internet was not working, just got it back, hope you will enjoy this chapter.

Chapter One

Harry landed with a sharp jolt as he fell to the floor. He looked up and saw a small cottage, there was no other buildings around. He stood up and felt the letter in his back pocket. He pulled it out and opened it up and started to read what it contained.

Dear Harry

You should be in front of a cottage, this is where you will be staying. I am sorry to say that you are in the past. During your parents fifth year at Hogwarts. It will be the firs of august when you arrive, I have gotten the Goblins to set you up to start school in September, your seventh year. I have been able to get the goblins from our time to send your results to the past, though your name will have changed.

I have set things up for you, the only thing you truly need is food. Inside the cottage in the master bedroom, the bedside table, there is a key to a vault for you to use while you are here.

I know this is not what you had in mind when you thought holiday, but is was necessary and important that you return back to this time period. You will see why as the school year progresses.

I have arranged an alternative name for you, you are now called Harry black, a distant relative of Sirius Black, and that side of the family tree. They will not bother you, and do not worry about what house you are placed in, it will be for the best.

Enjoy yourself, as there will be no one that will recognise you, so you are free to go where you wish and do what you wish.

Narcissa

Harry couldn't believe what he was reading, he placed the letter back into the envelope and back into his pocket. He walked to the cottage and placed a hand on the door handle, he felt the unmistakable tingle of magic rush through him, he recognised it as the wards on the cottage allowing him entry and remembering him, tying him into the wards.

He looked around the cottage, finding a small library and study, kitchen, dinning room, living room. He went up stairs and found two nicely decorated guest bedrooms and a bathroom. He then walked into the master bedroom, a bathroom through one of the doors in the room. He walked over to bedside table and saw a note and a Gringotts vault key on top. He picked up the note and read the words written on it.

Harry

Please believe the note I gave you in the future. I have the help of the Gringotts Goblins, they have ways of getting things to the distant past. Unfortunately, they will only ever do it once per client, and it cost a lot of money. This is the last thing I will be able to do from here in the future.

Make sure you get what you need for school, your letter will arrive on the 2nd of august, so do not worry about that. Just have some fun, and enjoy your freedom. Oh and the wards around the cottage are excellently done, so you will be able to use magic on the property without it being detected, no one will be able to locate you. Oh and since you are seventeen, you are able to use magic else where, so really the wards are not that important other than being so strong.

Narcissa

Harry took out the shrunken trunk from his pocket and enlarged it. It was a beautiful ebony trunk with three silver stylised letter, H.A.B. he opened the lid and looked inside, there were clothes, that Harry guessed were relevant for the time period, though the style of robes hadn't changed much in twenty or so years.

He put it all away, glad that there were some Muggle clothes in the mix. He still had food and that to buy so he grabbed the key for vault 479. He picked out on of the cloaks and put it on, it was a light summer cloak, thankfully, because when he had landed it was quiet warm outside. He walked out of the cottage and hoped that the Knight Bus was running this far back in the past. He stuck out his wand when he reached the road, and then 'Bang', the Knight Bus had arrived. Harry walked on and smiled a little when he saw a younger Ernie sitting in the drivers seat. There was a young teen and what looked like his father standing by him. Harry recognised it the young teen as Stan, who was conductor in the future.

When the purple triple-decker reached the Leaky Cauldron, Harry had learned that the conductor was Mathew Shunpike, and that the young teen was actually Stan Shunpikes older brother, the young Stan being only a few weeks old, Stan father had died a month ago, and Stan's older brother, Steven, was staying with his Uncle Mathew, while his mother got things sorted after the birth of baby Stan. He got off the bus saying goodbye to them all and looked to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron.

He walked in and looked around. The appearance of the place was the same, the tables in the same spot as they were in the future, as well as the doom and gloomy atmosphere. The room think with smoke from various cigarettes and pipes. The only thing that Harry could see that had changed was the barkeeper Tom, he was young, and looking rather spry, he looked around his mid twenties. He walked thought, enjoying that face that no one stopped him, no one stared at him, and no one noticed him. He went out to the back and tapped the bricks in the right order and waited for them to part, when they had the showed him a mostly unchanged Diagon Ally, still bristling with people.

He walked down the ally towards Gringotts and walked in, the goblins were bustling around as they had when he had first visited. He went over to a small line and waited to be seen by one of them. I didn't take long for the two customers before him to be seen too.

"Key Please." The goblin asked gruffly as he held out a gnarled hand.

"Here you go," Harry said handing over the key he had found in the master bedroom.

The goblin looked at it and smiled, showing Harry his sharp and pointy teeth, "Ah the traveller, come with me sir."

Harry frowned and followed the goblin, "we were told that you would be by around this date, the future spouse of Mr Lucius Malfoy told us that you would be able to have a few questions answered within the vault."

They climbed into one of the carts and it whizzed off towards vault number 479. It stopped with a jolt as it reached the door. The goblin and the young wizard got out and the goblin, who had, during the ride, introduced himself as Bonegnarl, used the vault key to open the large and seemingly heavy door. It was a large vault, mostly filled with the shine of gold Galleons, and to one side was an easel with a covered painting.

Harry looked to the goblin, in hopes of getting a few answers and received one, "Talk to the Painting."

Harry nodded and uncovered the white cloth from it and looked at the person in the frame, Narcissa Malfoy smiled as she saw who had uncovered her, "Hello Mrs Malfoy."

"Call me Narcissa, Harry. I had this painting done the week I told you that I would help you get away, now I will answer some questions and some I will not, as it is for you to find out. This painting will disappear in two years time, so make the most of me." The portrait smiled, "Oh and Bonegnarl, thank you for everything, you may leave and wait outside for him."

"Yes Ma'am," the goblin spoke with a polite tone and did as he was bid and waited outside of the vault.

"Narcissa, why send me to the past?" he asked her as he sat down on the stone floor, a little startled to find out that it was not the freezing cold he was expecting but somewhat warmer.

Narcissa smiled at him and answered, "This is the only place you could come to, where no one would recognise you, oh and to make sure no one does, you can get a hair growth formula from the apocrothery. I think you would look nice with longer hair, about mid back should do for you."

"I will," he nodded and then continued, "How long will I have to stay in the past? And how do I get back?"

Narcissa smiled and said sorrowfully, "You wont be able to get back, you will have to take the long way around, one day at a time."

"What!?" Harry exclaimed as he jumped up.

"Harry!" she yelled getting his attention before he could start on a good rant about the unfairness of his life, "Harry you have something important to do here, understand. You will figure it out, and don't forget to follow your heart, whatever you do will have already happened. Now as for using the Black name, don't worry, the part of the Black family that you come from is all dead, you are the last of that line, your mother died of an illness some ten weeks ago, she has been ill since you were a child, your father was an Auror and died at the end of last month, died in the line of duty. You are the son of those two, Teresa Black and Jason Black, you name is Harry Anthony Black of the Scottish branch of the Black family. When the real Harry Black died Bonegnarl was able to capture his magical signature inside that pendent and send it to me in the future, it never registered that he had died. When the portkey activated the magical signature embodied itself in you, mixing with yours. You can tell people that you were home schooled as the real Harry Black was, he had taken his O.W.L's and done very well, the knowledge he has is mixed in with your own, just make sure to look at Ancient Rune and Arithmancy at least once before you go to Hogwarts, you'll figure it all out if you do, at least to O.W.L level. Really you are Harry James Anthony Black Potter. The only ones to know that will be you and me, until someone knows from you that you are from the future." She explained to him as best as she could.

"You sure I have to do it like this?" he asked one last time.

"Yes, you will come to enjoy yourself, you'll have everything you ever wanted." She reassured him.

Harry didn't look convinced but nodded, "Alright Narcissa, I trust you… mostly."

"Goodbye Harry. Make sure to take quite a bit so you can get a new broom for yourself. You never know when you may have to chance to play." She smiled at him.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "If you say so."

"I know you don't believe me, but when Christmas comes you will never want to go back, trust me I know." She smiled her secretive smile once again.

"Okay," he said as he then went and finished what he needed to in Gringotts and went back out into Diagon Ally.

He walked out of the apocrothery and downed he potion and waited as his hair grew, it stop just shy of his waist, it was a bit too long for him, so he decided that he would cut it a little, when he got back to the cottage. He started to walk again down the street towards Quality Quidditch, when two teens ran past him, one of the brushing him, knocking him off balance.

"Sorry," the dark haired fifteen year old said as he turned.

Harry just about concealed his shock at who he was staring at, "It's… erm… it's fine."

"Sirius, James!" a female voice called from behind him, "Will you two wait and be patient."

"Sorry Mrs Potter, James and I really want to get a new broom." Sirius apologised.

"Mum, can we hurry up please. I want to get a new broom as soon as I can so I can start practicing with it. McGonagall want us to play our best this year so we can have the Quidditch cup again." Said another teen that must have been James Potter.

"I don't care James, you know how I feel about the two of you running around Diagon Ally, and you almost knocked over this nice young man." She scolded them.

"It's alright ma'am, I'm fine, no harm done. I'm going that way as well." Harry smiled at her.

"Oh, and who are you?" I'm Jeanne Potter, that young one going on about Quidditch is my son James and the other may as well be, he is Sirius Black." She asked as she introduced everyone.

"Oh, that's interesting my name is Harry Black, from the Scottish branch of the family. You must be one from the London branch. Nice to meet you, all of you." Harry said smiling at them.

"You go to Hogwarts? I don't remember seeing you there before." Sirius asked as he looked at the young man in front of him.

"I'll be starting my seventh year. Didn't go before as my mother was very ill, and I wanted to spend as much time as I could with her before she died." He said sounding a little down.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, what about your father?" Jeanne asked as she moved to console the young man who looked remarkably like her husband and son, though his hair seamed more tame that theirs, it had a little wildness about it, and his eyes, they were a bright and sparkling green, the likes of which she had never seen before. They seamed to beg her to trust him.

"My father Jason Black, died in the line of duty last month, he was an Auror." Harry answered not knowing if he should act proud or sorrowful, in the end it came out as a mix of the two.

"Oh dear, I seam to keep dropping myself in it today." Jeanne said a pained look upon her face.

"Don't worry Ma'am," Harry smiled trying to reassure her that everything was all right.

"Why don't you join us and you can tell us more about yourself." She said with a motherly smile Harry had always dreamed of seeing on someone that was related to him.

"It would be a pleasure." Harry smiled, as he did the gentlemanly thing and held out his arm to escort her.

"You can learn a lot of manors from this young gentleman James," Jeanne told her only child.

"I know my manors mum, I just don't want to use them on an ol…" James started to say but trailed off quickly.

Jeanne clear blue eyes narrowed at him and she spoke softly, a hint of danger lacing her voice, but Harry could also detect her amusement, "What were you going to say?" she asked.

James blanched and said, his voice sounding panicky, "erm… erm… nothing… nothing at all mother."

"It had better be." She warned him.

"Honest mother," James smiled at her trying to use an innocent look on her.

"That doesn't work on me James, I am the one who perfected that look to use upon your father." She said as the four of the made their way down the Ally, with Sirius occasionally trying to stifle a chuckle.

What do you all think, did you like it? Read and Review.