Finally back from my vacation! (Technically it was vacations.) I had like four vacations right next to each other. Anyway here is the next chapter. I will try to update the rest of my stories and this one by the end of this week and next week.

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"Up! Get up now!"

Harry woke up with a start. He sat up and banged his head against the ceiling. He clutched his head and looked around. He was confused. Where was he? As he looked around he got this feeling of dread as he realized where he was. He was in the cupboard at 4 Privet Drive. But why was he here? Why wasn't he at work? There was a lot of things he needed to do or else he would get in trouble. Plus he had that dinner date with Ginny afterwards. There was no time for him to be fooling around in his old room.

Harry stood up. It was then that he realized that he didn't feel as tall as he did before. He seemed short. His head was just a few inches from the ceiling, but the last time he looked into this cupboard he couldn't even stand in it. Something wasn't right. Harry looked down at himself. He wasn't wearing his Auror suit either. He was wearing oversize clothes. Harry felt panic rise inside of him. Why was he wearing Dudley's old clothes? Was this some kind of prank that his friends put on him? Because if it was, Harry wasn't finding it funny.

The door opened. Harry's eyes widen as he looked face to face with a younger Aunt Petunia. Harry reached out his hand and steadied himself against the wall. If this was a prank then his friends did really well on it. Harry stared at his aunt. The more he did the more he got the feeling that this wasn't a prank. This was real. Harry was in his ten year old body and he was looking at his younger looking aunt Petunia. He wasn't sure what had happened but he hoped that the Head Auror didn't take points off of him for not returning his paperwork that was due at the end of the day.

"I want you to cook the bacon," Petunia said. "Make sure you don't burn it though. Everything needs to be perfect for my Duddy's birthday."

"Bacon?" Harry asked as if he never heard the word before.

"Yes bacon! Gosh you act as if you never heard the word before. Now get cooking!" Petunia shouted.

"All right, all right," Harry said with his hands up in the air as if he was caught by the police for drunk driving.

Harry walked into the kitchen fast. The table was full of presents as was most of the living room. Harry shook his head. His aunt and uncle really should have used more discipline against Dudley. There is no need for a child to get over ten presents from his parents. Maybe if they were all knick-knacks, but presents like a bike, a computer, or a television. Now that was a big present. You only give one of those kind of things to a child on their birthday. But then again Harry wasn't a parent yet so what would he know?

Harry cooked the bacon and waited for Dudley to come down and throw a fit. He was tempted to let the bacon burn but he thought otherwise. He didn't really need his aunt and uncle yelling at him. All Harry was really concerned about was how he got sent back in time. There were no Time-Turners in existence that let you go back more than a couple of hours. Harry tried to remember his last moments in the office but he couldn't. Something must have happened. All he could remember was sitting at his desk and an uproar coming from behind the door. Then someone barged in and blank. He couldn't even remember who came into his office.

Harry carried the finished bacon over to the table and looked for a spot to put it. After a couple seconds of searching he found none. Harry then pushed some of the presents off of the table. One landed on the floor with a crack. Harry held his breath and looked around. His aunt and uncle were nowhere to be found. He started to breathe normal again. Maybe his aunt and uncle will just think the mail man or the store clerk broke it. It definitely didn't have anything to do with Harry.

Harry put down the bacon on the area he made on the table and then walked away. He exited the kitchen as everyone else entered. He headed towards the bathroom and gave a wince as he heard Dudley starting his fit. He really hoped that when he had children they wouldn't be as bad as Dudley or as fat. They could weigh whatever they wanted. As long as they didn't look like a baby whale or a skin and bones. Harry didn't want child investors to come into his house and check out his kids for child abuse because they were too skinny.

Harry entered the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He put his hands up to his face and signed. He either went back in time or someone spiked him morning coffee. As much as Harry wished it was the latter he had to give in and accept the truth. He had gone back in time. Now with this conclusion what should he do?

"Boy, get down here!" Uncle Vernon shouted up the stairs.

Harry came out of the bathroom and walked downstairs. Why didn't they have a bathroom on the bottom floor? He silently asked himself.

"What do you want?" Harry asked as he entered the kitchen.

"It seems," Uncle Vernon said. "That Mrs. Figg has broken her leg and she can't watch you. So now we have to figure out what to do with you."

Harry thought for a moment. Maybe he could trick them into letting him stay at home.

"You could take me with you to the zoo," Harry said calmly.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked appalled. "No," Vernon said. "You would embarrass us by setting the animals out."

"No!" Harry shouted dropping to his knees. Well if he wanted to stay at the house he might as well try to make it realistic that he didn't want to stay at the house. "You can't leave me here! This house gives me nightmares! What if some murderer comes here and tries to kill me? I'd have no way to defend myself! You can't leave me here!"

To top his act up he started to fake cry. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon shared a look. Finally after what seemed like an eternity Vernon looked at Harry.

"We have decided to leave you here," Vernon said. "On the hope that someone will kidnap you and get you off of our hands. Now if anything is broken in this house when we return…"

Vernon let the threat hanging. Harry forced himself to not roll his eyes. His uncle could be quite stupid sometimes. Oh who was he kidding? His uncle was stupid all the time.

"Please don't leave me here!" Harry cried and clutched onto Vernon's leg as Aunt Petunia, Dudley and Dudley's friend walked towards the car. Vernon kicked Harry off and walked over to the car. Without sparing Harry another glance he drove away. Harry laid there and watched until the car went out of sight. He then stood up and walked back into the house.

"My acting must be really good," Harry said out loud to himself. "Maybe I should become an actor instead of an Auror. Too bad wizards don't have television. Hmm…maybe I could start a Hogwarts theater group. After this whole thing blows over I'll just pack up and move into the muggle world. I'll become the next Daniel Radcliffe. I should probably bring Ginny though. She would probably kill me if I left her without a word. Actually I'm sure her brothers would do much worse to me. Maybe I shouldn't leave…"

"You know talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity."

Harry's eyes widened as he turned around.

Sorry, cliffhanger ending but I'll update this soon. By the way can anyone guess who the mystery person is?