Back in time

Harry opened his eyes. Was he dead? Was this heaven? He didn't think so. He felt so normal. So alive. He looked down. Whoa. The floor was so much closer to him than he thought. And he was wearing Muggle clothing. What was this? He looked up and saw a reflection of his younger self.

"Blimey!" he said, with a very much younger voice. Oh bloody hell what happened now?

He looked up and saw the frightened, younger looking Dursley family. He looked around and saw Hagrid.

"Hello Dursley's. Harry. Are you ready to come with me Harry?" Hagrid asked

"You mean to Hogwarts? You bet I am! I can't wait to start using magic!" Harry replied enthusiastically. Since he was here anyway, he should at least have some fun.

"Wait… you knew?" Vernon Dursley asked.

"Well… yeah. It was kind of obvious on how all of those owls kept on coming for me. And how wherever I went, they would always know where I was. And all of those times I narrowly escaped Dudley and his crew, and ended up somewhere where I had no idea… And how you tried to keep those letters a secret from me, and so I used my logic skills…" Harry said, enjoying this.

"Wait… Are you telling me that you didn't tell HARRY, the boy that every other wizard knows about, that he was a WIZARD? Are you telling me that he guessed on his own LOGIC, and you didn't tell him a thing about HOGWARTS? Are you telling me that you were purposely avoiding the letters, and he didn't even read AT LEAST one of them? You're kidding me right?" (A/N: I'm too lazy to write Hagrid's part in his accent… Sorry people…)

"Um… yes…" Vernon Dudley said, whimpering with the rest of his family.

"You filthy muggles!" Hagrid raged and flicked his umbrella at the Dudley, who grew a pig tail.

This made the Dudley's shrink in fear and try to ignore the fact that Hagrid was there by closing their eyes.

"Whatever, let's go Hagrid." Harry said, trying his best not to laugh."

"I was trying to turn him into a pig… I guess he was already too much like one that he wouldn't turn more into a pig." Hagrid mumbled.

Harry laughed.

"You know, they told me that my parents died in a car accident, but I know better. They were killed by Lord Voldemort." Harry said, wanting to hear Hagrid's reply to hearing You-Know-Who by his name.

"Bloody hell, Harry! Don't say his real name. Call him You-Know-Who. And did you just say that those filthy muggles didn't tell you that two of the most famous people in the wizard society were murdered, and that they died in a car accident? Most wizards don't even know how to bloody drive a car!" Hagrid said.

"It doesn't matter. They always lie anyway. And being the genius person that I am, I easily found out about it. And, I'm not afraid of his name, so I'm going to call him Voldemort and that's that." Harry said.

"You know Harry? You're very mature for your age…" Hagrid said.

Oops… That's probably because I'm not actually 11! I'm 36!

"Um… Hagrid? Aren't you not allowed to use magic?" Harry said mischievously with a grin on his face.

"Well… um… I'm not really… allowed to… but um… can you… try to keep it a secret… because… Dumbledore, he's a great man… let me keep my wand pieces… so um… sometimes I use it… Can you keep it a secret?" Hagrid said at last.

"Sure, no problem." Harry said laughing in the inside.

"Anyway, let's go!" Hagrid said, changing the subject, pointing at his motorcycle/car thingy.

"Sure!" Harry said, and they were off.

They had arrived in Leaky Cauldron. The barman looked up and saw Hagrid.

"The usual, Hagrid?" the barman asked, smiling at Hagrid.

"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business." Hagrid said rather professionally, clapping a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Good Lord," said the barman, peering at Harry, "is – can this be –?"

All of a sudden, the Leaky Cauldron went silent, just as Harry remembered it. Although many years had gone by, Harry had a find long distance memory.

"Bless my soul… Harry Potter… What an honour." Whispered the old barman.

He went around the bar, with tears in his eyes and came towards Harry, and shook his hand.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."

Harry felt quite awkward, for everyone in the bar was staring at him. Harry was too familiar with this feeling, and he didn't want it to start again.

"Um… hello everyone. I know I'm famous for being the Chosen One and all, but really… I was just lucky to have survived Voldemort." Harry began, saying Voldemort's voice, loud and clear. "You don't have to treat me any different, just because I'm the Chosen One. I would prefer it if you actually didn't." He continued.

No one seemed to notice what he had just said. They were just too shocked, and all they could do was just stare at him.

Then everyone rushed forward, trying to shake his hand.

At last, he met Quirrel. He would play it cool for now, but later he would make his move, he thought.

"Hello Professor Quirrel. I heard that you were to teach me this year? It is a pleasure to meet you." Harry said, shaking his hand.

"P-P-Potter, t-the pleasure is m-m-mine." Professor Quirrel said, stammering. "I'm t-teaching you D-Defence Against the D-D-Dark Arts. N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" Quirrel said mumbling. "You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself." He said, looking terrified.

If Harry didn't know better, he would have thought that Quirrel was being sincere. But, alas, Harry did know that Quirrel was evil, so he could see through him. But, Harry had to admit, it was a pretty ingenious plan. Harry thought while watching Quirrel walk away.

"Blimey Harry. You look a bit overwhelmed." Hagrid said to Harry, knocking him out of his thinking.

"Yeah… well I guess its because you're so famous." Hagrid said, smirking a little.(A/N: I know… Hagrid smirking? Well maybe in this circumstance…)

Was Hagrid smirking? Well this was a new one.

Hagrid led him out of the bar into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a dustbin and a few weeds. Harry grinned. They were going to go to Diagon Alley.

"Welcome, to Diagon Alley Harry." Hagrid said to Harry, after he had tapped the wall three times on a certain brick, and the small hole that appeared grew into an archway.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter… I've been pretty busy. Homework, tests to study for, piano to practice, freetime to have, sleep to sleep. You know. Life. Follow, favourite and review! :)