Chapter 2

"Harry! Wake up!"

Harry groaned as the light burned through his eyelids and he pulled the covers over his face, trying to block out the light. He felt terribly tired, and he had a splitting headache. Someone beside him sighed slightly and swiftly pulled away the covers, causing Harry to groan again.

"Geez mate, wake up! We're going to be late!" a voice called to him. Harry flinched as he recognized the voice, and a seething hatred started to build up. He shot out of bed in an instant and turned his head slowly to come face to face with Ron Weasley, who looked at him sleepily.

Harry couldn't find any words, so he simply glared at him, causing Ron to flinch slightly with an odd expression on his face. "Hey mate, what's wrong? What are you staring at me like that for?" Ron asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the question. It should have been quite obvious why he glared at him, but Run seemed more daft than usual. But then he realized something. He eyed Ron curiously and was shocked to see how young he seemed to be. He stared down at his own body and was even more shocked to find that he also was younger and less built.

Then everything came back to him. The strange light in the prison cell, the strange clock he had used without knowing the results...and the fact that he had killed two aurors. Remorse filled him at the thought. They hadn't deserved to die, and yet he didn't seem to care at the moment.

He sighed to himself and struggled to get up, only to collapse back into his bed in an instant. Ron chuckled slightly and started to clothe himself. Harry continued to glare at him, trying to collect his thoughts at the same time. Where was he? Or when was he? Had he travelled back in time? And if so, how far?

"How old am I?" Harry asked out of the blue, causing Ron to raise an eyebrow before bursting into laughter at the, to him, rather dumb question. "Honestly mate, have you got a memory loss or something? We're in our fifth year, stupid." he replied, still laughing.

Harry muttred something incoherent and suddenly realized that he was in the Gryffindor sleeping dorm. He didn't know how or why, but he came to the conclusion that he had somehow travelled back in time, to a time before everything happened...before the betrayal.

He also felt quite the relief at the new events, since it technically made the events at the prison undone, meaning the two aurors still lived. It also meant that noone had betrayed him...yet...and he wasn't going to repeat the same mistake he did back then. He managed to get out of his bed and swiftly dressed himself with a wave of his hand.

He slowly walked down the stairs and out of the Gryffindor common room, before heading down the corridors to the Great Hall to get some breakfast. He had never thought he would see Hogwarts again, but it seemed fate had other plans.

He sat down by himself and slowly started to eat. He was greeted warmly by some of his 'friends', but the greeting only managed to infuriate him further, especially Ron. Harry struggled to keep himself from actually killing him on the spot, but thought against it as he really hadn't betrayed him in this time, and he was also stopped by the fact that he would be in some serious shit if he killed someone in front of hundreds of students.

As he struggled to ignore Ron's ramblings, he decided that it was probably for the best to act ignorant at the time, but he sure as hell wouldn't be friendly with Ron, or anyone else for that matter. Well, except for...

"Hermione!"

Harry lifted his gaze to see the only one he was actually happy to see again. She was the only one who hadn't betrayed him. She had always stood by him, and believed his innocence despite what everyone else thought. He couldn't wish for a better friend.

She smiled at him and sat down on his right side and gathered some food on her plate before looking curously at Harry's odd expression. "Harry, are you alright? You seem a bit pale. Anything wrong? Any homework you haven't done?" She asked with evident concern in her voice. Harry smiled to himself, how typical Hermione.

"I'm okay, 'Mione. Just a little tired and, well, confused at the moment." He said, which caused Hermione to to smile in response, before resuming her meal. As they ate, Harry started thinking about what the hell he was going to do. Play along and let history repeat itself? Not bloody likely. Get revenge for the misdoings made to him in the future? ...Yes...Revenge did sound sweet.

But how? Harry grunted to himself as he thought about the possibilities. He thought it wouldn't be justified nor very satisfying if he killed them. He wanted them to suffer as he did, he wanted them to pay like he did for 15 whole years in the worst place on earth. Yes, they would pay. He didn't care that they hadn't done...much...yet, but he wouldn't give them another chance. He would get his revenge. The question was...how?

Kinda short chapter, but what the hey? Heh, at least he isn't killing people without any pity, eh? Well, we'll see what unfortunate events will befall the poor sods. Anyway, thanks for the reviews and keep 'em coming! Because, you know, lots of reviews faster updating!

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