Firstly thank you all of you who have read this new fiction and to everyone who had reviewed. Thank you so much.

This is a Harry going back in time story. Only I have made him go back after the epilogue of the DH. So he goes back 25 years in time. Naturally Harry being who he is changes the past, starting with Sirius. The pairings will also CHANGE, because Harry is not the same person as he was before. So the outlook of Harry changes and as a result of that his friends and girlfriends also change. I have not decided on the new pairings though. This will not be Harry/Ginny because I am not convinced about that pairing in Book 7. Sorry if that offends anyone. Harry though in the next few chapters, will grieve about Ginny and especially his kids. That I think is only natural before he is able to move forward.

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Harry Potter and the Trip to the Past

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Chapter – 2

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Harry woke up after what seemed to be an eternity to the sound of screaming coming from somewhere outside. It was very dark where he was, presumably lying down and the voice was screeching at him to come out and use the toilet.

"Boy," the long forgotten voice screeched, "If you don't come now you will have to do without until today evening." Harry was astounded.

That sounded like his aunt Petunia shouting at him when he had been with the Dursleys. "Okay. Stay there and wallow in your piss. The smell had better not come out." She threatened and Harry could hear her stomp away.

Harry automatically flicked both his hands waiting for his wands to fall out. Nothing came. It was very dark and he was terribly disoriented. And the lack of his two wands made him feel very vulnerable. While Harry could do almost everything wandlessly, his wands were a part of him and he felt naked without them.

"Lumos." Harry flicked his hand and a low light came into his cupboard. Cupboard? He was in No. 4 Privet Drive and in his cupboard? What the hell was happening? Harry trembled with fear, an emotion he had not felt in more than nineteen years.

Harry flicked his hand once more and a mirror came and floated in front of him. Harry screamed a little when he saw himself and then immediately flicked his shaking hands a bit uncertainly twice and erected a silencing charm and a muggle repelling one at his cupboard door. He was mighty relieved when the spells worked, forgetting that he had already cast a lumos and a mirror. He was totally disoriented.

For a few minutes Harry simply sat still trying to think and then slowly conjured a steaming cup of tea.

He held the hot rich spiced tea in his hands and slowly sipped it, wondering what had happened that had transported him to the bloody cupboard he had thought he had left it forever along with the Dursleys so many years ago and on top of that he looked like a little boy he had been all those years ago.

Suddenly Harry had another thought that made him pale and sweat and his hands trembled so much that all the tea was spilling onto his lap and Harry was so horrified by his suspicions, he did not even notice the hot liquid spilling onto him, burning his thighs.

He flicked his hand and slowly saw the date that shimmered in front of him; his cup slipped from his nerveless hands and crashed to the floor and Harry just sat there for almost an hour staring at the date.

He had gone back in time. He was about to become eleven and receive his Hogwarts letter in a few days. He was here in his cupboard because of speaking to the Boa Constrictor at the zoo and letting it out, he remembered clearly.

That meant Oh Merlin! Voldemort was alive and so were Bellatrix Lestrange and all his horcruxes.

Then another thought came to him. Sirius! He was alive too and so were Lupin and Tonks and Fred and Hedwig and Mad-Eye Moody!

Merlin! What a joke. Merlin! James, Albus and Lily, his three children. OH NO. His children were not yet born and would not be for many years. Harry gave a huge sob when he thought of his three kids. They were no longer a part of this world, his world, because they were not born yet. Ohhhh! How terrible.

Suddenly Harry's head snapped up. Snape! He was alive too. And Albus Dumbledore!

But Harry did not want to see any of them. He wanted to go back to his life with Ginny and the kids. That was what his life was now and he wanted his family and his children. They were everything now.

He did not want to fight the bloody war all over again. He did not want to do anything that might change the future and make him lose his kids or Ginny or Ron and Hermione. He had his parents, Sirius and everyone there.

Harry had made his peace with all the deaths starting from Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, Snape and even Hedwig. Today Albus his baby boy would be sorted and he was here in his eleven year body. He was even going to meet Dumbledore's portrait and sort out everything with him. How could this have happened now?

Harry put his head into his hands in despair. The bloody so called toy time turner was real and it was far more potent than all the time turners he had ever read about or heard about. It had transported him twenty five years back to a horrible world. A world where none of the mess had even started to happen.

A world where Voldemort and all his horcruxes were alive and kicking; where he had seven agonizing years before losing every one again. Before being shattered once again and then slowly picking up the pieces of his life, dealing with his guilt over Hedwig and Lupin and Snape and all the others who had died.

What truly scared Harry was the lack of knowledge about time turners and scarier was the fact that what was known about them was very disturbing. Time turners were not to be used lightly. Definitely not for more than a few hours at a stretch. After Harry's fight at the Department of Mysteries in his fifth year, all the time turners had been completely destroyed.

It was many years later that the Department of Mysteries managed to create time turners, though not small ones like Harry had stupidly broken and only those that could turn time for a few hours at a time. Harry had one of those time turners himself at his home. He used them for an hour or two when he had a lot of paperwork. But never on assignment and never when he was hunting death eaters or other fugitives.

Too much could go wrong because of time and Harry had never wanted to risk anything by cheating time to win. He knew they would stand to lose a lot more. Now he was caught in a web of total uncertainty and Harry was so scared he was sweating profusely as he sat there in the small glow of his lumos that still had not extinguished.

There were so many what ifs. What if he never married Ginny and had his three kids came at the top and would not go away to be replaced with other equally frightening thoughts.

For Harry the loss of his family was the greatest change that could happen in this time. He knew how much ever he tried to keep everything the same all the bloody same, things had a way of changing and going out of control. Harry couldn't stop the tears that ran down his face.

Only that morning twenty five years; a quarter of a century later he had comforted his young son. What if time changed in such a way he never saw his children again? He was not so worried about not seeing Ginny; he would after all next year, but he was worried if they would have the same chemistry once again. If they did not then he had seen the last of his kids.

He had lost them. Now the tears poured and Harry sobbed with fear and grief as he sat there all day and all through the night; the muggle repelling charm keeping his aunt and her family away.

He went to sleep still crying and very tired and woke up all disoriented the next morning and felt wretched once again when he remembered where he was. Albus would have been sorted.

But no, wait. There was no James, Albus or Lily. Yet. Still. They were the future. Harry trembled and he prayed to everything that was magic and omnipotent to march through this time and have his kids once again. Have his wife and his family and his sanity and his happiness.

Then he wiped his eyes and squared his shoulders. There was no use crying over this because there was no way to go back and Harry did not want to go to the Department of Mysteries and search for time turners. It would be his luck to go to a future where Ginny and everyone had died and only he was alive. Harry had that kind of luck after all.

Harry had only two options. To sit tight and let everything happen as it did in the past. Allow Sirius to rot in Azkaban for two more years. Let Wormtail escape in his third. Allow Cedric and all the others to die and then he would win the war with Voldemort and get on with his life. Harry smiled bitterly. He knew that this was never an option.

It was time for the second act of his miserable life to begin and Harry knew this time everything would change. He would take everything thrown at him, anything if only he could have his kids again. But he would plan later. Now he would have to get through the bloody day being his aunt's house elf.

He flicked his hand. At least he thought he had his knowledge and his skills. Suddenly his eyes widened. He flicked his hand and enlarged his cupboard and concentrated for a second and then there was no Harry but a Phoenix, a viper and a stag.

Harry transformed into himself once again and breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went through all his spells and his shields; the Occlumency that came to him in his seventh year and one he had practised very hard and now had impeccable Occlumency shields.

Then he brought back the cupboard to its original size once again sighing in relief. Now, this time around, he knew all about wards and also about how he had been protected here and how he could move around them if he needed to without alerting one Albus Dumbledore about it.

Also the Ministry of Magic had no way of registering wandless magic and he was safe. He also knew Albus had no instrument to record magic performed here and the reason he had got caught with the Hover charm of Dobby's that had made the cake fall on the Dursleys guest and bloating aunt Marge was because of magic was performed in both instances in the presence of a muggle.

So he was safe. He cancelled all the charms and waited for his aunt to open the door and allow him to the bathroom. He also vanished the tea cup with the tea and sat there.

Half an hour later his aunt came without shouting and just a little guiltily because she had forgotten about the freak living in the cupboard. "Come out Boy." She was surprised to not to smell anything. She had come with her fingers pinching her nose and looking around in distaste and then was very surprised.

Harry acted faint and stumbled out, closing his eyes to the bright light outside and went to the bathroom and cast a muggle repelling charm on the door. A moment later he heard his aunt go down muttering confusedly to herself.

Harry grinned bitterly. How much he had suffered, all because Albus bloody Dumbledore thought Harry's fame would get to his head. Harry had blown a fuse and destroyed a few more items in the Headmaster's office, only it was the headmistress's office at that time and he had half scorched Dumbledore's portrait when he had learned of it.

Dumbledore had placidly told him that a few weeks in a year would have done the trick but he had not wanted Harry to fall prey to fame. Harry had stared disbelievingly at him and told him, well shouted, screamed and ranted at him for a good half an hour why fickle fame would have been far better for him than the humbling experience of the Dursleys.

Dumbledore had been shocked. He had known Harry's life had been less than perfect but Harry's bitter grief had wounded him deeply. Of course that would be nothing once Snape's portrait came on the scene.

He stood for a long time under the shower and let the hot water run down. A small flick from his hand ensured the water to remain hot all the time. Then Harry soaked his dirty smelly clothes and flicked his hand blessing his wandless ability and looked on as they washed and dried by themselves.

Harry turned off the shower, removed the charm from the shower nozzle that would heat the water as it sprinkled out and dried himself by conjuring a nice towel. Then he put on his clothes looking at his skinny and starved body in distaste and dressed in the shabby but much cleaner rags of Dudley and cancelled the muggle repelling charm.

In three minutes his aunt came screeching to find Harry looking very small and tired and sitting on the toilet seat. She shouted at him asking him to come out and pointed to the kitchen and placed a plate with two slices of bread, a very thin piece of ham and some stale cheese and told him to take a glass of water from the tap.

Harry silently did all that she said and ate the very insufficient meal; he frowned as he bent his head down over his plate and realized he had to do something about this. For more than twenty years he had been accustomed to good food and he could hardly swallow this crap without retching.

But before that he had to take care of his Hogwarts letter that was due to come in, in a few days time.

Harry finished his meal and with a very slight flick of his hand made his aunt send him to his cupboard for the rest of the day. There Harry conjured a hot cup of good coffee and with a muggle repelling charm sat down to think about his kids and the good life he had lost.

As he slowly sipped his coffee, Harry realized that this time around it would be different for a variety of reasons. One he knew about the future that had been written already and he also knew about all the deaths that would take place, so it was his duty to try his best and prevent those deaths as much as he could and more importantly also make sure that because fate was cheated of taking the lives of all these persons who would die in the next seven years; she would not take away new ones.

He knew by changing fate he was venturing once again into the unknown and he would not be prepared because the consequences would be different and even frightening; but that would not allow him to allow Sirius to languish in jail or allow Snape to kill Dumbledore or Barty Crouch Jr. to kill his father and make a portkey of the Triwizard Cup and ensure Cedric's death.

That was what scared Harry. The moment he changed a single thing, even Hagrid coming for him, he would be stepping into the unknown. But just because it was the unknown he could not let Sirius rot in Azkaban and allow everyone to die so that Harry could have his life back again.

His lips twisted humourlessly; the choice was so easy; once again fate had told him he did not deserve the happiness he had been having or the control he had over his own life. She did not want either for Harry and so she had cast him once again into this mess.

He cursed once again about coming back in time and do all that he did once again. He was not the same Harry; he did not know how in the name of heaven he was going to strike a friendship with Ron, and then Hermione, and later Ginny.

Harry groaned as he vanished his cup and lay down in the cupboard. He felt so helpless and so unsure, two emotions he had almost forgotten in the long years of calm, quiet and content living.

Tears came to his eyes and flowed once again when he realized what his actions would bring; uncertainty for the future and the almost sure realization that his kids were a part of his memory and nothing more. If only he could be sure that he and Ginny would get together this time too and have James, Albus and Lily, Harry knew he would walk over hot coals, face Voldemort another three times with his horcruxes thrown in, anything.

But he was not sure. He did not know how a thirty six year old Harry, who would become forty one year old Harry, would woo and marry Ginny. A sob came from him. He was so confused; he really did not know what to think.

He had been so happy.

Harry slept off and woke up at around dinner time and removed the muggle repelling spells.

Within ten minutes his aunt opened the door and told him sternly that he could come out of his cupboard but no funny tricks. Harry nodded passively and went to the kitchen to make dinner.

As he set the table, Vernon and Dudley waddled in and Harry saw them for the first time in over twenty years. He did not realize he had been staring until his uncle snapped at him.

"Why are you staring Boy?"

"Nothing Uncle. I am sorry." Harry mumbled automatically; apparently all these years had not erased the first miserable ten years of his life.

Harry looked around cautiously and went to the kitchen and sat by himself and ate the pitiful stuff his aunt had given him.

"May I help myself to a glass of water from the kitchen tap?" Harry asked very softly.

He got a nod before his aunt went back to piling food on her 'Dudders' plate and Harry nauseated by the amount of food on Dudley's plate, left quickly.

The first thing Harry decided as he cleaned; actually they cleaned by themselves Harry only had his hands in the soap water, would be to ensure he received his Hogwarts letter without any fuss and all the drama and his aunt's special speech like last time.

With that in mind Harry searched for a few spells in his mind and finally came up with a combination of three spells that would make the Dursleys very eager to send him to Hogwarts.

He needed to charm only Petunia and Vernon, Dudley did not know about the world of magic and so he would not be included in the charm. He had even stopped calling them aunt and uncle when he was about nineteen. Harry scowled.

He went into the drawing room and cast his three spells at Petunia first and suddenly changing his mind he only placed a listening and a mild compulsion charm on Vernon. She turned to frown at him for daring to walk across the drawing room where her family was relaxing and her frown let up when she saw Harry went straight to the cupboard.

Then another thought apparently hit her and her eyes widened. "Boy." She called loudly.

"Yes aunt Petunia?" Harry stood there deferentially.

"How old are you now?"

"I will be eleven years this July aunt Petunia."

Her eyes narrowed and she shooed him away to go back to his cupboard. Harry went into his cupboard placing an eavesdropping spell on the drawing room as he went. He sat down there conjuring a cup of cold water; after the dry meal he had been forced to have he wanted only water and sipping it slowly, he listened in on the conversation in the drawing room.

"Dudley pet, why don't you go to the kitchen where Mummy has made a nice chocolate cake for my Dudders? You may watch the T.V., there pet."

Dudley would not have answered but for the chocolate cake. He grunted, that was his answer and he stood up and waddled to the kitchen table. It seems to have made his mother extraordinarily proud that her pet listened to her. She ignored the fact that it was the chocolate cake that made Dudley react so intelligently and obediently.

Harry snorted and scowled as he listened to his aunt. How much he had hurt and how much he had felt unwanted and bewildered that his aunt, his mother's sister had treated him like a slave. Well not this time. Harry shook his head angrily and listened as his aunt began whispering to his uncle.

"Vernon, put off the T.V., I want to discuss something that will help us take Potter off our hands ten months in a year." she whispered urgently, not realizing that until then both of them had decided to make sure that they would do everything to make sure that Harry would not be magical, they would, if necessary even beat the magic out of their freakish nephew.

"What is it love?" asked Vernon.

"Potter is eleven. She got a letter when she was eleven too. I don't think this disease can be cured by us Vernon. If we allow Potter to leave for his freakish school, then he will be there for ten months in a year and after his seven years, he will be here for only one year until he is eighteen and then he will be gone from our lives forever.

"This is surely better than having him here and hiding him from our neighbours. He will get the letter one of these days. I suggest we tell him to go."

Vernon was quiet for a few minutes making Harry sweat. Maybe he had not cast the charm properly he thought groaning when Vernon spoke.

"That is the best idea you have come up with my Pet. We will do that and no need to tell Dudders now. Or even the blasted Boy. We will speak and speak very casually about it, as if it is no big thing and tell him to leave. How is that?"

"Lovely." And Harry cancelled the spell when he heard sounds of kissing and a slight groaning from Vernon. He did not need those images for Merlin's sake, he thought and shuddered.

The next few days went by slowly and it was two weeks later in fact that the Hogwarts letter came.

All of them were sitting for breakfast when the letters came.

"Boy go and get the mail." Venom told him from behind the newspaper. Dudley, who had already been enrolled into Smeltings, smirked at him.

Harry rolled his eyes and went to get the mail. He saw the familiar letter that had come only a month or so ago to his son and his heart felt very tight all of a sudden.

He picked it up and went to the dining room. He was now allowed to sit at the table as his official punishment was over and he sat there and placing the mail by his uncle's plate, went to his own place and removed his letter and opened it swiftly.

"Mum look, the freak had got a letter." Dudley said in between huge bites.

Petunia and Vernon looked at each other and waited for Harry to finish reading the letter and then Harry looked up apparently amazed.

"Someone has sent me a joke aunt Petunia." He said and tucked it into his baggy pants.

"Give me the letter." His aunt said crisply. "I know what it is."

Harry silently gave her the letter.

His aunt read the letter. She felt a burst of jealousy burn through her. Then she clamped down on her feelings and attended to the matter on hand.

"Potter, this is not a joke." She started. Dudley was shocked into not eating by his mother's almost polite words to the freak.

"What! But aunt Petunia that letter says I am a wizard." Harry exclaimed properly shocked and taken aback.

She nodded jealously and distastefully. "Your mother was one too, a witch I mean and your father was a wizard. They foolishly died because they were freaks and stupid and after they died the old fool of a man sent you here." She said not realizing she had used the words witch and wizard, words none of the Dursleys would have dared to use in the past.

"Boy, now listen to me. You will go to this school and make sure you stay there the whole year. If they can keep you during the summer, then you will opt for that also. Alright?" Vernon said growling and staring at Harry.

Harry nodded his head, his eyes wide with shock and amazement.

"How will I write to tell them I am coming there?" Harry asked his aunt and slightly flicking his finger at her.

"You write a letter and we will take you to London to a place where all the freaks meet and you can find out there and also ask this Dumbledore for money to buy all this. We will not be supporting your purchases for the freakish school." She added, earning Vernon's approval.

"I have work tomorrow and you be ready by eight, Boy." He snapped and turned to his paper. Dudley looked at this strange conversation with shock.

"I will explain everything to you Popkins. Now you concentrate on your breakfast." His aunt cooed, making Harry sick. He asked for the letter to take it with him to his cupboard.

His aunt folded the letter and placed it inside the envelope and then paled.

"Vernon look at this. Are they watching? They must be." She said showing the cover that had been addressed to the 'Cupboard under the Stairs"

Vernon Dursley pompously took the cover and paled. "This, this… what is this Petunia. How could they know?"

His aunt wrung her hands. "I really don't get it."

She turned to Harry, "Get all your things from the cupboard and shift to the small bedroom. Now." She barked and Harry ran.

"Mum," Dudley wailed, "Why does the freak get to stay in my second bedroom? It's unfair. I don't wanna give it to him."

"Popkins, I will explain it to you and mummy will give you a special treat for being so understanding won't we Vernon?"

"Of course Petunia. Bring Dudders in the afternoon to London and we will have a nice treat for him. We can come back after dinner and Potter can take the bus home by himself."

Harry grimaced bitterly as the Dursleys chatted and petted Dudley. This was home and according to Dumbledore and he thought that Harry was away from the fame that would have made his head big. Though the Dursleys did not like magic, that was a euphemism, if ever Harry heard one, and they did not like Harry very much, Dumbledore in all his wisdom had felt Harry would be fine here.

Harry softly snorted to himself and settled down in the second bedroom. He first sensed for any magical spell and found nothing just as Dumbledore had told him.

He relaxed and put away his meagre stuff into an old cupboard and using wandless magic, cleaned the bed, the sheets and the pillow and its cover. He also tidied the book shelf and placing a muggle repelling ward, summoned a notebook that was on the book shelf and a pencil and looked pensively at the wall in front of him.

The greatest factor in ensuring that nothing would go like it did the first time was himself, thought Harry as he chewed the pencil. He had changed so much. He was thirty six years after all and he had cast killing curses and he was no innocent that went with so much hope to the station at King's Cross.

Nor was he so naïve as he was before to accept everything at face value and following all the traits he had developed at the Dursleys of not asking questions.

The only scars he visibly carried from his earlier shunned existence at the Dursleys was that he was still very protective and much closed about his feelings and he knew that apart from Hermione no one could read him completely. Not even Ginny. Ron could very vaguely sense his mood shifts at times but he was pretty clueless and never knew how to act upon his suspicions.

Now knowing so much of the future Harry knew the priority was rescuing Sirius from the hell on earth. Azkaban. By doing that alone, he was changing the future where Sirius escaped only in his third year.

Harry sighed and put his head on the desk and lay down there grieving for his kids, Ginny and his life until evening. He got up feeling hungry and cancelled the charms and not five minutes later his aunt called him down to prepare dinner.

Harry went down feeling wretched and he prepared dinner in record time and ate silently and then cleaning the dishes and the kitchen in no time walked up when his uncle reminded him about leaving the next day to London.

"Be ready by eight, Boy. You will find your way back from there. We will not be buying you your things. You will have to contact the school from there; ask anyone and they will tell you how. Ask them to pay for your things. Tell them you are an orphan alright? That will do the trick."

Harry felt a sudden rage coming over him. But he simply nodded and left upstairs and lay down on his bed staring at the ceiling thinking of his old life.

He slipped away to sleep.

At half past seven in the morning his aunt woke him up and yelled at him to get ready.

Harry was down in ten minutes time and his uncle told him to wait by the car.

Harry went bitterly to the car. Apparently his aunt and uncle felt he could beg his way from breakfast until lunch and even dinner.

In ten minutes his uncle came out and Harry got in at the back and his uncle drove silently until they reached London. His aunt had told Vernon to drop him off very near The Leaky Cauldron, giving him specific instructions because Vernon would not be able to see the pub. Petunia could not see either but she knew the place because she had gone very reluctantly with her parents to shop for Lily.

Harry got down and shut the door.

"Make sure you get back home today night or tomorrow morning." His uncle told him before he drove away.

Harry watched him drive away and he wandlessly cast a notice-me-not charm and an obscure but a very nifty charm that Hermione had created in the future that would keep his aura and himself very inconspicuous against magic eyes like those of Mad-Eye's magical eyes.

He walked to The Leaky Cauldron and stepped inside. There a many people sitting and chatting quietly, the aroma of lovely hot food spread all over the pub and making Harry's mouth water.

But he could not order anything until he had the money and so Gringotts was his first destination. He waited outside near the entrance to Diagon Alley and about fifteen minutes later the bricks opened from the other side and a few giggling witches made their way out of Diagon Alley and into The Leaky Cauldron and they did not notice a boy who slipped past them.

The said boy with a cap on his head to hide both the scar and his messy black hair went once again into Diagon Alley to purchase everything to start his school years all over again.

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