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PPS: This IS my 1st story so have a little patience. I'm kind of writing it as it goes and have an idea of where this is going, Fanfiction IS OOCso everything will be OOC

I will try to keep most characters in cannon but I will make it more realistic by doing character- development before they change. And of course the betrayal will hit him hard and change his perceptions..

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Chapter 2

He was in a dark, cramped place.

It was dusty and the scent was sort of familiar, almost like he was smelling himself..

Wait a second.. This place seemed awfully familiar..

And his clothes were kind of pooled around him, almost as if they were too big for him! He was just inhaling and getting ready to let a whole stream of particularly vicious curses loose when he heard it.

"UP! UP! Get UP!" He heard banging on- No! It couldn't be! "Boy, if you don't get up Right NOW!"

Petunia's shrill voice just made it clearer.

'Oh dear god.' It couldn't be true.

No, it was totally impossible, normally you could only go back about 4 hours at a time and you had to wait for a day to use again. A time-turner could only go back about 100 hours before the time-sand gave out and it stopped working. Well, that's what Hermione had said.

Also how did he become smaller?

He figured it must've been the stupefy-spell that Hermione had aimed at him and the coincidence with the strength, just his luck.

He was getting a little freaked out.

"Okay breathe, Harry, just breathe."

He whispered to himself.

"Boy if you don't get out of that bloody cupboard Right now, you won't know what's coming to you!"

Alright, so first he had to sort this out. So the best thing to do was act normal right?He grabbed some of the clothes in his- no "the" cupboard, and they fit him. (he wasn't going to accept the cupboard as his, he had too many bad memories) He had figured out that he must be younger by now, and that took about 5 seconds to process.

While he was processing this information he had decided to be a little productive and snatch the spiders out of the mini-socks (well smaller than usual ones).He opened the cupboard door and was cuffed on the back of his head when his cousin (Dudley) passed his door.

Oh how he had had a lovely childhood, he thought sarcastically.

God, he was starting to sound like Snape.

He moved into the kitchen to start the stove for the Dursleys' breakfast when he looked at the calendar and saw that it was June 22nd 1991.

He stopped in front of the fridge to process this tidbit again and rearrange everything in his head.

So, it was the day before Dudley's 11th birthday.

That meant that they were going to the zoo tomorrow, well, it was kind of hard to forget the experience in his cupboard after the whole snake fiasco.

The day went by in a "normal" fashion for 1991, at the Dursley's. Harry was frustrated about all of the changes, He was having trouble deciding if he was going to go to Hogwarts, or play possum and live the life he would choose for himself. He was feeling really depressed because of his collapse but, he was going to rebuild them over the summer.

He was just thinking about the prophecy and wondering if it was actually valid and if the old man had somehow tampered with it when his uncle called him down for supper, well for making supper (which was 50% grease) and getting the leftovers(which were few enough as it was, since his uncle and cousin stuffed their faces with food.)

He had come to a decision, he was going to figure out what the REAL prophecy was by going to the DOM, and since no one had had an attack these past 11 years, and he was a kid, no one would probably/hopefully notice him.