The Leaky Cauldron was empty at this time of night. Both the bar and many of the upstairs rooms were vacated. Harry had to remind himself that he was now in a time where Voldemort was at the height of his power and the world was living in fear. His heart pounded as he waited for Dumbledore. He knew that it would probably be a while before the elder man arrived but he was eager for what news he would bring.

He lay back on the bed, allowing his mind to wander. He wondered about the safety of Ron and Hermione who had both probably been stunned by Snape. He wouldn't allow himself to think that anything worse had happened.

He then thought about his parents, whom he would have to see sometime this afternoon. They would still be so young, and the worst part of it would be him trying to convince them that he was who he claimed to be.

He thought that he was only asleep for a minute or so when there came a knock at his room door. Grabbing his wand, Harry cautiously headed to the door.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"It is I," responded Dumbledore.

Opening the door quickly, Harry invited the man in. Dumbledore took a seat as Harry did the same.

"I have news for you," said Dumbledore, and Harry had been expecting it. He leaned in a little closer. "Using the information that you have given me, I was able to back track your steps. I was forced to wipe the memory of Andromeda Tonks. Keeping your presence here a secret is of the utmost importance."

"What about the Order?" asked Harry?

"I will take precautions to safeguard against them," Said Dumbledore simply. "However, there are much more important matters at hand. Your parent's safety is at the top of the list." Dumbledore paused for a moment as though he was deep in thought. "I believe," he began slowly, "that the safest thing would be for me to go and retrieve your parents myself. However, as you are the only other person besides themselves and Mr. Pettigrew who knows where they are hidden, I am leaving this up to you."

Harry nodded.

"I have something that must be done," said Dumbledore. "You will receive a sign from me stating that it is alright for you to go. The sign will come to your room, so please do try to stick around. Once you receive the sign, you can then apparate to wherever they are and then the rest is up to you."

Dumbledore stood quickly and headed to the door, opening it and standing in the doorway. "Harry, I do not believe that I must warn you that you keeping a low profile is very important."

"Of course," said Harry. He paused. "Sir, what do you have to do?"

"You will know when the time is right," he returned simply. "When you have retrieved your parents, have them apparate directly back into your room. Send me an owl once you are finished and we shall communicate from there."

Harry nodded as he watched Dumbledore make his way down the hall and vanish down the staircase.

The rest of the day was spent with Harry pacing around his room. He had ventured downstairs a few times, just to get a bite to eat. He didn't want too much though, as his stomach was doing back flips in anticipation of the task he had in front of him.

At around 3 in the afternoon, Harry received the sign he had been waiting for. A single phoenix feather had appeared in a flash of bright light. The feather no doubt belonged to Fawkes. Harry took a deep breath before disappearing with a swish of his cloak.

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Somewhere else, and at some other time, Severus Snape was pacing a dark room. Beads of sweat were forming against his jet black hair and he was feeling quite nervous. Against one of the walls in the room were two chairs, each one occupied by one of his former pupils. Both of their wands were sitting on his table and his own was gripped in his own hand.

Things had not gone how he wanted them to go. Once again, something that he was planning had been fouled up by Potter. He slammed himself down into a chair, deep in thought. The fool went through my portal, thought Severus. The potion he created had been an experimental one, and there was no guarantee that Potter had even survived the journey to the past. If Potter had indeed survived, he hoped that the ignorant youth would do nothing to cause any permanent damage.

"Where's Harry?" came the voice of the red haired prisoner. His question was met with silence. Ron felt groggy as he looked over at Snape. He stared at the man's cold eyes as he tried to struggle free from the chair.

"You'll only make them tighter Ronald," came the voice of Hermione as she too woke up. "There are enchanted ropes. They get tighter as you pull at them." She was sitting as still in her chair as one could possibly be.

"Where's Harry?" demanded Ron once more as he too stopped moving around.

"Silence," said Severus as he surveyed the two. "I'm trying to think." His voice sounded quite distracted, despite the fact that he was staring right at them.

"Hermione, what was that thing he fell through?" asked Ron, trying to turn his neck to see her. "It looked like a puddle of glowing milk."

"I don't know," said Hermione, sounding quite perplexed. "I've never seen anything like it before."

"Silence!" boomed Severus' voice. "If I have to remind you two that I want it quiet once more, then I will be forced to quiet you myself…permanently."

Severus stood and walked to the cauldron he had been muttering over when he was interrupted. There was barely any of the potion left. It would take him another full week to have the base for it done, and yet another week still for it to stew.

"Two weeks," he muttered to himself. He hoped that in the time it takes for him to make the potion that Potter didn't do anything stupid.

Who are you kidding? He thought to himself.

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With a small crack, Harry appeared in a small alley between two houses. Making his way out onto the main street, he was glad that it was Halloween. Children were already out in costumes, making their rounds with bags of candy in hand. He didn't feel so out of place as he walked around in his cloak.

He walked around the small village, careful not to draw much attention to himself. He didn't know exactly which house was theirs, but after a while he was able to deduce that it was the one that was continuously passed over by the children and their parents.

His heart pounded in his chest as he approached the house. Fear filled him as he dreaded what he was about to do. He knew that to anyone behind him, he would be looking quite foolish. Plus there was every chance that his parents would kill him just for knowing where they were.

He was not quick to knock on the door. He first chose to look through the sitting room window. His heart dropped as he saw his mother, sitting in the chair, her face buried in a book. She did not notice him.

His attention then shifted to something else. His father was sitting on the couch, playing with a little baby boy. Harry felt a strange new feeling, and one that he could not identify as he watched his father play with his infant self.

He took yet another deep breath. He knocked on the door lightly, and could hear a flurry of movement inside. He heard James tell Lily to take Harry upstairs. From the other side of the door, he could hear James Potter approaching, and Harry had no doubt that his wand was draw.

"Wormtail, is that you?" said the man's deep voice as the door began to open slowly and cautiously.