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Chapter 1

Yes! He thought to himself happily, yes, yes, yes!

Relief flooded over him as he registered his surroundings, his shoulders lighter than they'd felt in years. He had a second chance now; he could fix everything.

He quickly gathered his thoughts and reflected on what to do next. Today should be the 6th of July 1995, about two weeks before his 11th birthday; two weeks before Hagrid broke down the door to explain to him that he was a wizard.

He'd have plenty of time to go to Gringots and sort out his affairs as well as acquire everything and anything he'd need that was not on the list for first years before hand. The one thing he'd have to sort out quickly was whether or not the Hermione of this time was his Hermione.

They'd planned it all out before hand, and Hermione had drilled her home number into his head so many times that not even travelling back 11 years into the past would be able to erase it; making sure that reaching her would be a simple matter for Harry. Getting the Dursleys to let him use the phone, however, was a rather different matter.

Oh the Dursleys, Harry thought with grim satisfaction. They'll have no idea what hit them. Well, Harry amended, Vernon won't.

They'd had many arguments about when was the best time to go back to; but with so much that needed to be changed they'd eventually settled on the idea that the beginning was probably the best place to start. So much needed to be fixed, he thought grimly.

"Up, up!" he heard Petunia screech as pounded on his cupboard door. Starting with his remaining family members, he though wryly. He and Dudley had actually developed a sort of casual friendship after the dementor attack in fifth year that had brought them closer. Then when his daughter was born and, to Vernon and Petunia's eternal horror, bore signs of being magical; Dudley had seeked out Harry's help, even made him the child's godfather, and they'd become close.

This time he'd be able to pull him out of his parent's choking clutches much sooner; spoilt rotten the poor boy wasn't really any better off than Harry at this point. Treated like a baby and smothered into obesity… Harry shuddered. At least the Dursleys hadn't done that to him.

Yes, he reflected as a grim smile touched his lips; the Dursleys were in for quite a surprise.

Harry got up and quickly dressed, reminding himself that he needed to buy new daywear from a muggle clothes shop after he went to Diagon alley. Dudley's rags really didn't suit him, and there was no need for him to go to Hogwarts dressed like a hobo this time round.

He walked into the kitchen and saw Vernon sitting alone at the table, reading a newspaper. Deciding he really didn't feel much like cooking for the walrus, he grabbed ingredients from the fridge and, ignoring Vernon's barked greeting of, "comb your hair boy!" hopped up onto the counter besides the stove and proceeded to wandlessly charm the kitchen utensils into doing it for him. He sat there, comfortably munching on an apple as he waited for Vernon to notice that his kitchen was doing all the cooking. It was only when Petunia entered the room with a shriek that Vernon looked up and flipped out.

"What the blazes do you think you're doing boy?" he roared just as Dudley waddled into the kitchen. Perfect timing, thought Harry. He may just enjoy this little show. Deciding to try and reach Dudley sooner rather than later, he gave his confused cousin a wink before answering his enraged looking uncle.

"Cooking breakfast," responded Harry coolly. "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" bellowed Vernon, his pupils dilating as Harry could have sworn some steam leaked out of his left nostril.

Deciding to go all out, Harry looked at him and questioned innocently, "What's the matter with using a bit of magic to speed up the process?"

Now he'd done it. Used the "m" word; this would be interesting. Surprisingly, Dudley looked more intrigued than anything else. Hmmm, Harry mused distractedly, perhaps if Hagrid hadn't given him so much of a scare, things could have gone down much smoother between him and his cousin.

"HOW DARE YOU UTTER SUCH NONSENSE UNDER MY ROOF?" screamed Uncle Vernon, his face turning a very interesting shade of lilac, "I SWEAR I'M GOING TO BEA –" He was cut off rather abruptly as Harry cast a wandless silencing charm with a small wave of his hand.

Dudley had a peculiar mixture of terror and hilarity written across his face as he regarded his father screaming soundlessly at Harry, stomping around enraged until he tripped over the couch and went sprawling, the force of his enormous bulk hitting the floor enough to rather effectively knock him out cold. Chocking on his laughter Harry took a couple minutes to calm himself as Petunia simply stood there, still as a statue as if stunned.

Seizing the opportunity, Harry glanced slyly at Dudley. "Want to see something cool?" Harry asked him. Hesitantly, Dudley slowly nodded his blubbery head.

Harry sent him a grin before turning to the now crispy strips of bacon and charming the to hop onto the table, playing catch with a couple of quickly enchanted quaffle raisins. As Petunia blacked out, Dudley broke into peals of laughter as Harry proceeded to make the eggs do flips.

Dudley slowly came closer, and Harry settled the food onto the table before serving himself generously.

"You sure that's ok to eat?" asked Dudley rather quietly, still slightly unsettled by this sudden 'new Harry'.

"Well, not dead yet, am I?" grinned Harry as he dove into his food.

At first the conversation was rather awkward considering how Dudley usually only socialized with Harry if it was to beat him up with his friends, but after a couple of jokes and nervous false starts, the tension eased slightly and the boys became a little more comfortable.

Dudley was fascinated by magic, and pressed Harry for demonstrations and details. Watching him closely, Harry noticed the small bud of jealousy when it appeared in his eye, and switched the conversation towards Dudley's passion for punching things. At this the boy became embarrassed and the glint disappeared; and although Harry knew that it was Vernon who paid him in the beginning to hassle Harry, Dudley was unaware that particular fact had been shared.

"Listen," he began awkwardly, obviously nervous Harry would now seek to extract some sort of revenge upon him for his behavior. But Harry brushed him off, "I think you'd be a really good boxer."

Dudley stared at him, then sighed and choked out, "really?"

"Yeah," Harry replied, confused by his cousin's reaction, "I mean, you're good at bashing stuff and you've got the build for it."

Dudley seemed to grin, "I asked Mom last year if I could enroll in it as an afterschool activity type of thing, but she flipped out and went on a rant about how there was no way she'd sit by and watch me get beaten to a pulp." The bitterness in his voice surprised Harry.

"I can't even watch a particular TV show without her OK," Dudley continued as if he'd been longing to get this off his chest for a long time. "I can't do much sport because I might get tired, can't talk to a girl cause I might get hurt, can't read any books because she wants me to have fun."

Harry simply stared at his cousin, shocked. He'd known that Dudley was never happy with his parents, he'd told him that much in the future before (boy that's confusing), but he'd never shared details.

"Wow," was all Harry could think to say. Then he mentally kicked himself. "You know, sometimes I wonder if I didn't get the better end of the deal."

Dudley smiled.

They continued talking – amazingly Petunia and Vernon were still completely dead to the world – and Dudley admitted to how Vernon had first set him up to make Harry miserable, and Harry remembered the address of the place Dudley had gone to work out at later-before.

Then Dudley did something that really surprised Harry; he looked across at him and said, "I'm sorry." Then, nervously, stuck out his hand and questioned, "Friends?"