A/N: To anyone who read the original chapter 2, this is a rewrite of it. After receiving a review that honestly I am glad to have received, I began rewriting this chapter. Please enjoy

Chapter 2: The Past now the present

July 28th 1969

"God-Merlin dammit." Harry muttered to himself for the hundredth time in the week since he had appeared in the past, which was now his present. After he had explained his predicament to Gillry. He had begun trying to fix the machine in any way he could. He scoured the library and Gellert's notes on the machine in hopes it would lead to something that would help. Yet to no avail nothing came up.

Harry had even gone as far as begging the pseudo-immortal house elf for help. Which of course led to nothing more than the knowledge the library contained. "Master Harry Sir… The only person Gillry knows more than the library would be Gellert himself… and well we know where he is." Gillry said with a sigh as he served the day's breakfast onto the table.

Harry grimaced at that, he knew seeking Gellert's help was useless. Not only due to the fact he was in one of the most well guarded prisons in the world, both magical and non-magical. But, Harry wasn't in his adult body, and that was one of the biggest issues.

He had discovered within the first day how many limitations his eleven year old body had. Sure, he looked way more healthier than he did when he was originally eleven, he was also several inches taller than he was at eleven. He at first was curious about his physical appearance being vastly different, but could guess it was due to the way the Dursleys had raised him that stunted his growth.

Even then, with his body at its physical peak for an eleven year old, it still couldn't contain the power he was able to possess as an adult. He could cast many if not all the spells he had learned from Gellert, the only issue was he just wasn't physically strong enough to do anything with it. Harry had chalked it up to the fact his magical core had also regressed with his age making it something of immature and would need to wait until he hit puberty for his real power to show.

He was still stronger, yes, stronger than every kid around his age and even the average wizard and witch. But he wasn't strong enough to break out a man from Azkaban. Nor to go toe to toe with any adult that could hold their own in a fight.

"And the old shit isn't an Animagus either." Harry said aloud to himself cursing the old dark lord at being so stubborn as to not learn something that was such a useful tool. Just for the sole reason he didn't want to risk his animal being something embarrassing. "Fucking dark lords and their egos." Harry said as he took a bite of his food.

"What is Master Harry planning on doing?" Gillry asked as he sat down himself beginning to eat his share of food.

"I need to figure out a way to enroll myself into Hogwarts… If I can grow up with the future lords and ladies who will be important pieces in this war, and persuade them to my side or kill them off before they make an impact It'll make things easier." Harry explained to the elf.

Harry had quickly come to terms with what he was willing to do. He didn't care what must happen, if someone got in his way of killing Tom or any of the prominent death eaters he would have no issue cutting them down. He had been tortured nearly everyday for nine years. Had been forced to watch and hear as his classmates and friends were tortured for information or just as another way to cause Harry pain. He didn't care if the death eaters in this day and age were around his age and had yet done anything like that. He would cut them all down if they even thought about raising their wand against him.

"The only issue with that Master Harry Sir, is that You will be named a Potter. And from what Gillry knows, there is only one Potter family at the moment." Gillry replied, snapping Harry out of his thoughts.

"Yea that is an issue… I wonder If I can get into contact with Dumbledore, If I can explain this to him… No I can't do that… He'll cause issues in my plan." Harry said before countering himself. He trusted Albus like he would a grandfather, but he knew the moment he made his intentions clear with the old man. Albus would do everything in his power to try to convince Harry that killing wasn't the answer. And no matter how much reasoning and even proof he showed the man that killing was indeed the answer would change that.

He knew Albus only believed in no killing due to the fact he was able to stop Gellert. But, Harry knew the reason why he didn't kill Gellert. He had learned after reading Gellert's journals and had to admit he felt sorry for both of them.

"See the other issue isn't going to Hogwarts as a Potter… The issue is if what Sirius had told me is true then I would look too similar to father and grandfather, that it would no doubt raise suspicion." Complained Harry as he rubbed his face.

"It can be chalked up to coincidences, more odd things have happened in the world." Replied Gillry, finishing the last of his food and hopping off his seat to clean his dish.

"Maybe I can use a different name?" said Harry.

"Explain."

"The Potters have had many families married into the family… If I use one of them it shouldn't cause as many red flags as if I used Potter."

"That can work," Said Gillry, beginning to tap his chin as he thought it over. "It would be best if you go to Gringotts then."

"What for?" Asked Harry.

"Find a family that is all but extinct, and then use their name at the Gringotts bank. After the goblins prove your lineage Hogwarts will find out and you'll soon receive a letter… Of course the letter would be somewhere else as nothing can be sent here." Gillry explained as he went back to his dish cleaning duty.

Harry began to ponder it over, "It could work, it's hell of a better plan than telling my family the truth."

Gillry let out an uncharacteristic snort, "that would indeed be a terrible plan, Master Harry Sir."

Harry chuckled to himself as got up from his seat and strolled over to the large potter book he had become engrossed with over the last month. "Let's see… no, no, no… gods no…" He began to murmur as he read the names. "Peverell's…" Harry mused before shaking his head, "nah, that would cause too much attention with the children's stories… oh wait…this one's an ironic name."

Gillry heard Harry's comment and apparated next to him, The house elf looked at the last name Harry was pointing at and nodded his name, "Ironic indeed sir… I think it would fit you and your goal."

~~~SCENE~~~

Harry had stumbled out of the floo network and caught himself before he fell. In doing so he fist pumped the air, "Only took nine years of torture," Joked Harry.

That was when Harry looked around and felt his heart flutter, he was at the heart of Diagon Alley. Just as amazing and full of life as he last saw it when he was fifteen years old. He had heard whispers how the place had been burned to the ground soon after the ministry fell. But that mattered little now, right now it was as beautiful if not more beautiful than ever. He had gone to push his glasses up but remembered he no longer needed them. He smiled more at that and began his walk towards the large bank down the road.

As Harry slowly made his way to the bank he began to sight see. Everything looked so different yet the same to the boy. As his eyes roamed, he stopped and moved towards the window shop of possibly his favorite store, 'Quality Quidditch Supplies' The store sign read. "A Silver bolt 700? Huh must be the predecessor to the fire bolt…" Harry said to himself as he looked at the 'new' broom that had come out that year.

"A silver bolt 700? I'm surprised they made another one." Said a burly voice to his right.

Harry raised an eyebrow and turned and looked up to see an older man inspecting the broom through the glass. "Why say that?" Harry asked, not being able to get a good look at the man.

"They released a broom only two years ago. For them to release another version this quickly. Is either a scam or they got something finally going." The man added not taking his eye off the broom.

"Eh, unless the broom is breaking apart I always say it's the rider not the broom that mattered." Harry replied with a shrug of his shoulder.

"HA, that's what my son says. Kid's only nine and acts like he knows everything about broom's. Knowing him he'll probably be asking me for this one next time we come down here together." The man laughed, finally deciding to look down at Harry. At that his eyes widened before he schooled his features and let out a small cough. "What's your name kid?"

Harry looked at the man and while he looked a bit surprised at first, he quickly smiled innocently and replied, "Harry sir… Harry Faux."

The man narrowed his eyes at Harry, "do you by any chance have any family that goes by Potter?"

Harry let out a snort, "No, but I've been getting that a lot recently… I'm an orphan but the little I knew from my family was that they were a set of half-bloods who died when I was a baby."

The older man's eyes widened, "Oh, I'm sorry then."

"It's fine, I hardly knew them. And from what the others who did know them told me, they were good people," Replied Harry.

The older man was caught off guard by the calm demeanor Harry was putting on for him, but quickly snapped out of it, "My apologies, the name's Charlus, Charlus Potter." Charlus said, extending a hand out to Harry.

"Nice to meet you then Charlus Potter." Said Harry as he shook his hand with the firmness an eleven year old could only do. "Now, I apologize, but I have to get going. I was sent a letter by Gringotts bank that I needed to see them about some family things."

Charlus quickly nodded his head and stepped back, "Of course, It was nice meeting you Harry Faux."

"Likewise, Charlus Potter," Replied Harry with a smile before walking off towards Gringotts. Leaving a very confused Charlus in front of the Quidditch store.

Charlus had been caught off guard seeing a kid that was no doubt no older than eleven. That not only could pass off as his son, but had also spoken to him in such a way that most kids wouldn't speak.

"Faux… Where have I heard that name before." Charlus said to himself before he was cut off from his thoughts by a shout.

"Oi, are you going to use the door or what?!" Shouted a man who was at the moment trying to get into the quidditch store.

"Oh, I apologize," Quickly replied Charlus as he stepped away from the door and decided to make his way to the floo network.

~~~SCENE~~~

'Fucking hell that was close,' thought Harry as he made a brisk walk for the bank. Harry had become irritated from meeting his grandfather. The reason being was due to the meeting no doubt screwing with his plans in one way or another. He didn't know much about his grandparents besides what Sirius had told him. But, what the old mutt had told him, was that his grandfather was a paranoid son of a bitch. He just hoped the paranoia was something that became an issue in the later years instead of now.

As Harry entered the bank he strolled to the first bank teller he came across. "Hello, I'm here to prove my claim over the Faux Family."

The Goblin at the tellers desk looked down at Harry and sneered in a way only a goblin could manage. "Of course you are… where are your parents?"

Harry narrowed his eyes at the goblin, "Of course I am, They're dead, so stop wasting both of our times and get one of your kind to help."

The Goblin stared at Harry for a long minute before a savage grin took over its face and it turned its head and shouted in its language.

Harry in a past life would have been disgusted in the way he was acting towards the goblin and its kind. But, that Harry was now long gone and dead. During his time in Azkaban he had learned the goblins had taken up an alliance with Tom. In doing so they had wreaked havoc on every wizard regardless of who they were.

That was when Harry realized the little shits were nothing more than blood thirsty warriors that would do anything to get an upper hand. Sure there were some that meant all well and good, but most followed with their ancestry and were just biding their time until a war broke out.

"The Supposed Faux, right this way." Came a goblin a dozen feet away from Harry, causing him to snap out of his thoughts and follow the goblin.

The two made their way to one of the many doors behind the desks. Which led to a barren room with only a table, four chairs and a contraption that Harry had never seen before.

"Place your hand above this, your blood will be pricked and will be checked to see if it matches the records for the Faux family." The goblin explained half-heartedly.

Harry ignored the goblins' attitude and placed his hand above the contraption as it quickly sliced its hand and let the blood fall through. "Only for a goblin does a prick mean a slice of the hand," Harry grimaced.

"Only a Goblin," mocked the worker as it looked as the blood began to float and then grow a gold color. "Congratulations, you are truly a Faux."

Harry looked as his hand healed, no doubt due to the magic the contraption held and replied to the goblin, "Did my family own any vaults or wealth that I should be made privy of?"

"I will go check," Said the goblin, already walking out the room. Leaving Harry alone in the room.

"I'd rather this be quick than wait in this place any longer." Harry said aloud, guessing others were more than likely listening in.

After several minutes had passed the door finally opened again as a new goblin strolled in with a small bundle of papers. "My name is Bog, I'll be in charge of your holdings as of today."

Harry nodded and waited for the goblin to sit before finally sitting across from the goblin. "What did my family have under their possession?"

The goblin held up a finger as it looked over the papers before sliding multiple to Harry with a quill. "Before we talk about your family's holdings, you will have to sign some papers. The test you took had proved your birthright along with no other Faux's existing besides the Potters. Who told us in the past that any that come to reclaim their families names would not be met with anything to stop them. So these papers are just that."

Harry nodded and took the quill before grimacing, "Fucking blood quills." He decided to just get it over and began scribbling his new signature of 'Harry Faux'.

After signing five documents the goblin looked at each one and nodded before putting them away and taking the quill from Harry who looked fine and well. 'Damn human kid signed his name five times and didn't so much as glance at his hand after.' thought the goblin as he pulled over another set of papers.

"These are your family holdings… The Potters had left your family holdings alone after your family had originally merged with theirs. It looks like after several hundred years the interest has built up to a decent size of… 135,673 galleons, with some change of sickles and Knut's. There of course is no muggle or wizarding businesses they bought into as the family has been quiet for some time now."

Harry nodded his head, the amount wasn't anything extravagant, but it was something that would help him in the coming years. "That's fine… Is there anything else worth knowing?"

The goblin looked over some more papers before shaking his head slowly, "No, any and all property owned by the Faux's was either sold off or kept by the Potters."

"Of course they did…" Harry sighed, "Well if that's all?"

"That is all," The goblin replied, dropping from his seat.

"Then, I'll be off… I will come back in a couple of weeks to withdraw some galleons and to possibly place some inside certain businesses." Said Harry as he followed his goblin out the back door. As they made their way to the main lobby, the goblin nodded and went his own way leaving Harry to exit the bank.

~~~SCENE~~~

Harry had used the floo system to get back to Gellert's hideouts and was glad he caught himself once again as he exited the fireplace. "How did it go?" Asked Gillry as he was already beginning to prepare for lunch.

"It went as well as it could, as of today I am now known as Harry Faux… No other Faux's remain and the Potter's were not made privy to it." Replied Harry as he kicked off his shoes and began to change his clothes to something more comfortable.

"Were there any compilations?" Asked Gillry.

"The only major compilation was me running into my grandfather. He is no doubt suspicious of who I am… But, as long as I keep my distance from the rest of the Potter's I should be fine." Said Harry, as he sat at the table and opened a book based on magical theory.

Harry had become obsessed with the spells and abilities Voldemort had possessed. He didn't understand the reasoning, but it happened soon after the ritual. He had begun to have a very vivid recollection of the power Tom had possessed and wanted to mirror it and even upgrade it all.

The one thing he wanted to truly understand and create was that weird shadow form Tom and the other dark eaters would become. He didn't understand how, but it was able to bypass apparition charms and the likes. It wasn't as fast as apparition but it was fast and could get you an advantage.

Harry felt like if he focused solely on that task he could crack it in no time. The only thing holding him back was his childish body prevented him from being able to possess the power and ability to create its own spells and experiment with pure magic. He had to reluctantly agree with Gillry that he would probably need to wait until the age of fifteen until he was able to really show his true power.

"Won't your father and his friends be going to school in only a couple of years, Master Harry Sir?" Asked Gillry a fire ignited in front of him and he began to saute vegetables.

"I thought of that… I think it was best they learn there is someone who looks like them sooner rather than later. It would lower the chances of my father reacting so outlandishly when he saw me." Answered Harry as he scribbled a few notes down.

"That could work," Said Gillry, with a nod of the head.

Harry didn't say anything more as he only nodded and wrote more notes down as he read his book. After he was finished he looked up, "By any chance was Geralt well versed in the stock market?"

Gillry turned and smiled, "As a matter of fact, he was, and Gillry learned a bit from him."

"That's good, I might have to pick your brain then…" Harry replied as he went back to his book.

~~~SCENE~~~

"Dorea, my love!" Charlus called out as he exited the fireplace of his home, using the floo network.

Dorea Potter née Black was what many considered an oddity to the infamous family known as the Blacks. Of course, no one had ever vocalized their thoughts on it. The reason being was due that Dorea not only had the backing of her brother who was the family head of the Blacks, but was married to the head of the Potters.

Two families that were not only well respected in their own rights but considered within the top wealthiest families in Britain.

Yet, that was their only similarities. The two families had differed in everything else. From their morals all the way to how they conducted business. That's why it had caused a shock through the wealthy families in wizarding Britain when a Black had married the Potter head.

"You only call me, 'your love' when something has happened." Dorea replied from somewhere in the house.

"No exactly… It's just that I ran into the oddest thing today when I was at Diagon Alley." Charlus replied as he walked into the kitchen to find his wife drinking a cup of tea.

"And what may that be?" Dorea asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I ran into a small boy, who had to be no older than eleven. What makes it odd was that he could easily pass off as James' older brother." Charlus explained as he sat across from his wife.

"Charlus, if this is your way of telling me you have an illegitimate child-" Dorea began.

"No no no. His name is Harry Faux. The kid told me his parents died when he was a babe…"

Dorea looked up from the papers she was reading and sighed, "You said he was eleven?" Asked Dorea.

"Aye,"

"If it is truly causing you so much distress," Dorea began in a mocking tone. "Then I will ask my nephew's little girls to keep an eye on him when he begins at Hogwarts… Andromeda should be in her fifth year by now, Bellatrix should be in her third and Narcissa should be entering this year."

Charlus grimaced at that, "I'd rather not owe your family any favors, or them think I have an illegitimate child running around."

"I'll ask the girls in secret." Replied Dorea, as she took a sip of her tea and went back to reading.

Charlus began to think it over and sighed, "Just ask them to see if anything is rather odd about the boy… I don't know why, but something is telling me to look more into the boy… I mean it was odd… He looked exactly like James, he could pass off as our child… the only thing that was different were his eyes."

"His eyes," Dorea replied half-heartedly, already going on autopilot as she continued reading her paper. Barely paying any mind to her husband. She loved him, she really did, but sometimes he would go on long winded tangents. That, if she paid attention too, would give her a headache.

"Yes, they were these emerald orbs. Almost like there was a fire behind them," Charlus explained.

"Emerald orbs, very interesting my love." Dorea mimicked.

Charlus only nodded his head, before he shook it and looked at Dorea, "Where's James at by the way?"

"He's outside with Sirius…" Dorea said tilting her head towards the direction of the backdoor.

"Sirius is here again?" Charlus asked, changing the original subject.

Finally Dorea's eyes moved from her paper and she looked at James and sighed, "Yes, poor kid has been coming over more and more."

"His mother I'm guessing?"

"Unfortunately, from what James has been telling me is that she's been becoming more and more harsh on the boy. I wouldn't doubt it if she tried to banish him from the family for getting into any other house than Slytherin." Said Dore.

"I always hated the ones who took Hogwarts houses so literally after they graduated." Charlus replied with a roll of the eyes.

"Yes my love, you always say that."

~~~SCENE~~~

August 11th 1969

Harry had once again Floo'd to Diagon Alley after two weeks had passed since his first visit. The reason for this visit was so he could receive the famous Hogwarts letter. He knew obtaining the letter wouldn't be possible at Gellert's hideout, and decided with Gillry that he would rent a room at the Leaky Cauldron. After that he would buy all the much needed items for school and then head off to the train station from there.

The House elf and young wizard had a quick goodbye with Harry promising to visit either right before he left to Hogwarts or on the Christmas holiday. "What can I help you with today?" Asked a voice that threw Harry out of his thoughts.

"Oh right, I was hoping to rent a room here for a couple of weeks." Asked Harry. "And a large mug of butterbeer."

The barman narrowed his eyes and Harry, "Aren't you a bit too young to be renting a room on your own?"

"Aye, I'm an orphan, I know I'll be receiving my Hogwarts letter soon and decided to stay here to grab all the things needed," Said Harry.

The barman who Harry soon realized was actually a younger Tom, coughed into his hand and nodded, "Sure thing then lad…" He said looking all too awkward with the conversation already. "It'll cost a galleon a week…"

Harry nodded his head and placed a stack of ten galleons on the table, "This should cover my food expenses also, correct?" Gillry had given him some Galleon's from Gellert's stash. Harry had been reluctant to use the money, but was told by my Gillry that the money wasn't going anywhere and was only used to restock the food for himself.

Tom's eyes nearly bulged from his socket and began to stutter, "That's too much…"

"No no it's fine, I don't doubt I'll be staying here many times over the next few years Tom." Said Harry with a wave of his hand, cutting off the barman. "Also, can I get a Shepherd's Pie? I'll be at that table off in the corner."

Tom relented and nodded his head and took in the galleons and dropped a key into Harry's hand, "alright then… your room is number fifteen. And it'll be coming right up." Harry nodded and began walking to his table… 'Wait a minute, did I ever even tell him my name?"

Harry sat at the table and internally cursed as he didn't feel a wand on him. He had left Tonk's wand back at Gellert's hideout. The reason being he was supposed to be an eleven year old that wasn't experienced with magic. For him to have a wand and not even have his Hogwarts letter yet would cause all too many questions.

"Pretty smart of you to play the orphan card like that." Said a feminine voice to Harry's left.

Harry turned his head and felt his eyes widened before schooling his features. "What does that mean?" Harry asked as he took a sip of his butterbeer.

"The moment he asked you any question you brought up your orphanage. After that, you controlled the conversation… Even offering more coins than needed to keep his mind off of everything," explained the girl.

Harry eyed the girl in front of him, "did anyone ever tell you eavesdropping on someone is rude? Or are you an Orphan yourself?" Harry questioned Rhetorically.

The girl smiled and held out her hand, "Bellatrix Black."

Harry's eyes widened once again, this time mockingly, "A Black eh? Should I shake the hand or kiss it?"

"An orphan that knows a bit about the wizarding world." Said Bellatrix, "Usually you all are quite ignorant to our world."

Harry chuckled, "A squib was in charge of the orphanage I grew up in." Harry looked at Bellatrix and was surprised to say the least from her appearance, she still wore as much black as possible. But, she looked healthier and of course many years younger. The thing though, was her beauty was already there. He felt a bit odd at admitting Bellatrix was quite beautiful as he was mentally in twenties. He then looked into her eyes and was surprised to see they somehow looked more purple and full of life compared to the last time he had seen them. 'I guess she hasn't gone batshit crazy yet.'

"How very interesting… You know, many would be shaking in their seats right now." Bellatrix commented with a smug grin.

"I've seen more beautiful," Harry commented offhandedly.

"Wha-what?" Sputtered Bellatrix, her cheeks coloring a slight pink.

"Okay I might be lying, but some beauty isn't going to make me shake." Harry added again, making sure to cover his smile behind his mug.

Bellatrix tried to reply back but was left opening and closing her mouth, not knowing how to reply to the brashness of the boy in front of her. Her cheeks turned more pink and a near shade of red at the compliment this time.

"Bell, there you are! Mom and dad are looking for you!" Another voice from behind her.

Harry looked towards where the voice came and his eyebrows rose, 'Narcissa Malfoy… or Black at the moment.' He saw that the girl who looked to be even younger than Bellatrix had come running up to her sister. The girl looked similar to her sister yet dramatically different at the same time. She still had the beauty all the Blacks carried, only hers was emphasized with her long platinum blonde hair that went down her back.

"Looks like your sister needs you, Bell." Harry grinned, making sure to add a bit of a mocking tone to her nickname he just heard.

Bellatrix finally snapped out of it and narrowed her eyes at him, "I'll be seeing you soon…"

"Oh right," Harry said, grabbing Bellatrix's arm that wasn't even being offered to him anymore and shaking it, "Harry Faux."

At hearing the name Narcissa stopped pulling at Bellatrix's arm, "Isn't that who aunt-"

Bellatrix, hearing Narcissa, quickly covered her mouth and began to speak, "Well Harry Faux, I'll be seeing you at Hogwarts."

"Likewise," Harry Said with an innocent smile, as the two sisters left Harry to himself once again.

Harry had found it amusing how caught off guard Bellatrix was with his compliments and way of speaking which he had hoped for. He had learned rather quickly in Azkaban that embarrassment was a useless thing to fret over. Because of this, he felt like he no longer needed a filter on how he truly felt and spoke with others.

After a few minutes had passed a barmaid walked over to Harry placing his plate of food on the table, "Enjoy."

"Oh thank you, very much," Harry said. He then grabbed his fork and joked to himself, "Here's to another first year at Hogwarts."

A/N: I hope the ones who read the first part like this version a lot more than the other. Besides that please follow and favorite if you enjoyed it, and if you have any questions, comments and or concerns about the story please leave a review.

ALSO, what would you guys like to see as Harry's wand? I don't want the usual phoenix feather and holly wood so give me some suggestions. Until next time I will see you all later.