August 31, 1993 – 6:30 PM – Corner of Privet Drive and Magnolia Crescent, Privet Drive

Marge Delia walked along the path near the end of Privet Drive, the sixty-nine year old woman hummed quietly by. How she loved the tree's this time of year, green's mixed with the browns of the coming autumn. She inhaled deeply and looked up to the sky with a huge smile upon her face. It was a good day. At the corner of Magnolia Crescent she paused at the sound of voices coming from a nearby tree. Looking over she saw nothing, but still the voices continued nearly inaudible. Suddenly the source became known as a small boy looked from the top of the tree, she gasped as he jumped!

The small boy jumped from a tree, at nearly an impossible height, surly he would break his legs. But unpredictably he landed, bending his knees to softening the blow.

The small boy, now known to the elderly woman as the young hooligan Harry Potter from Privet Drive, smiled up at her as she fainted.

Harry merely smiled and waved his hand over her; she floated up two inches and landed in the grass. He nodded and headed for his home.

Upon arriving nothing seemed different, although she had said time wouldn't have passed more than a mouth, he still couldn't believe he was back among these people. His original reality, he grimaced. He wouldn't be here for long, just long enough to say his goodbye's and grab a letter from his aunt.

He strolled through the door as if he had been invited and looked around; no one was in the living room. They always had dinner in the living room, maybe the kitchen. Walking past his old room and down into the kitchen he pushed the door open.

"Hi!" Harry said, three people stared at him, Dudley who now looked a lot older than six months old held a mouth agape.

"You're dead!" Dudley said confusing Harry.

Harry poked his chest. "Nope all here see solid." He looked around for the calendar his aunt kept in the kitchen. Then he found it. August 31, 1992. Holy shit, One year, Six months, and Seven days. SHE MISSED Harry screamed in his head, before laughing out loud. "I see what you mean being gone this long, have they been giving you trouble?" They looked totally confused. "The wizards, I was expected to re-enter their world over a year ago." His aunt nodded dumbly still obliviously confounded. Harry sighed, "Well what did they say?"

"Dead boy," His uncle finally spoke up. "They thought you dead."

Harry just smirked, and chuckled, "They would I guess, the only reason I came back here was to retrieve a letter left on the doorstep with me as a baby." He looked at his aunt, she looked, if it was even possible, more confused.

"I tossed it out." His Aunt Petunia said with disdain. "Why would I keep that ruddy letter?"

Harry chuckled again, the differences were simply astounding, and this reality was simply the worst yet. At least from what he had seen. "I see, well I suppose I will go again." Turning on his heels he started out towards the street.

"Boy! Will you be returning? That Dumbldork person said you had to live here." Harry didn't turn around; he just stopped for a moment.

"It is no longer required for me to remain in this house hold as the blood wards are now useless." He held up a hand as he headed out the swinging doors, the door swung once, twice, and thrice he disappeared from their home forever, stunning the occupants.

August 31, 1992 – 7:01 PM – Diagon Alley

The alley was darkened quickly as Harry Potter made his way to the large snow white building. Passing the guards he approached the counter area and stopped at the sign, 'Please wait here to be helped.' He bobbed on his heels looking around for anyone familiar. A gruff voice called out "Next!"

"Yes, how may I help you boy?" Harry smiled this was going to be fun.

"I need to access my vault, but I do not have access to my key at this moment." The goblin looked down and Harry looked up to him, the goblin simply scowled.

"We do not allow access to vaults without the key, come back when you have acquired it." The goblin simply said flatly.

"I lost it." The goblin growled.

"Likely excuse… fine boy Lockjaw!" A smaller looking goblin walked over to the counter, "Please escort, Mr.?" The goblin looked down to Harry.

"Potter, Harry Potter"

"Please escort Mr. Potter to reclaim his Key. Although he'll probably die trying." The goblin mumbled the last part as they walked away.

Harry and the goblin walked down a hall and turned into a room which contained a desk and several book cases, "It's late who is it?" Harry turned around to see a witch of about thirty coming into the room from another door.

"Harry 'otter to you see you, I'll wait outside." Lockjaw's voice was deep and hard. He walked back out the door.

She looked him up and down and shook her head, "Listen boy, your mum did a great job on your glamour's but you're not the first one to try and get into the Potter vault, do me a favor and go back home." She had by now sat down in her chair. Harry chuckled and reached up to his head and showed her the scar. This didn't convince her.

"Ma'am would you please perform the retrieval spell, I am who I say I am." She crooked an eyebrow and sighed.

She pulled out a small piece of parchment with a hand print on it, and wrote down his full name. Walking forward like he had done this before, he reached down and put his hand down onto it. She casted a short spell non-verbally and the parchment emitted a soft green glow. A soft 'pop' was heard followed by the clang of a key onto the desk.

"Ho-how you're dead, you can't be who you are." She lifted the key up examining it.

Harry stuck out his hand silently asking for the key, "Well I am the Boy-Who-Lived aren't I?"

Twenty minutes later Harry found himself in front of the small door of his vault. He smirked as it opened for the first time, a small cloud of smoke billowing out. Walking in Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like three bags, and set them down on the ground.

Putting his two fingers together he concentrated on his goal, the gold. Snap went his fingers and the suddenly ever single piece of gold, bronze and silver shifted, and then slowly lifted off the ground.

"Okay! You,' he pointed at the golden pile."Into this bag!' he pointed at the largest bag. Unbelievably the gold pile shifted again then zoomed impossibly coin by coin into the largest bag. Similarly the bronze and silver piles disappeared in just a matter of minutes he had the room clean and clear.

The goblin looked on in wonder as this little human child used his power to completely empty the vault. The look of shock was still plastered upon his face as said child walked back out sat in the cart awaiting the return ride.

September 1, 1992 – 10:00 AM – Near the Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade

Harry yawned loudly it had been a long night for him in the Three Broomsticks, and the people had a party for him last night. Apparently the entire Wizarding world thought he was dead, he even thought he saw the Headmaster there last night.

Strolling along the path towards the castle he reminisced about his adventures, some of which he told last night. It was apparently possible to get drunk on butterbeer; he had a pile of laughs with the locals last night.

He stopped in front of the gates of Hogwarts staring up the familiar pathway, he reached out and knocked twice and sat down onto a newly conjured bench.

Harry was forced to wait for ten long minutes before the Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall arrived clearing her throat, "If you're starting Hogwarts today then you just missed the train, in London." She said in her best stern voice.

Hopping up Harry looked up to her, "Nope I just want to speak with the old man in the tower. He's a friend of the family." He noticed her lips thin before she spun around and motioned for him to follow, which he did.