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Chapter 1

Harry gasped as he regained consciousness. He blinked, willing the world to stop spinning as he tried to remember what had happened. As the world slowed, he sat up, shaking his head. He glanced around and frowned, wondering where he was? He hissed as his skin pulled and he looked down at his arms, seeing how there were pale golden scars traveling up and down them. He frowned as he saw the lines glisten and grimaced as he realized what it was.

The broken time turners. The sand was in his skin. Fantastic. Who knows what effect this would have on him now?

He sighed as he shifted and tried to make himself comfortable on the floor. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He wasn't at the department of mysteries any longer…so he's also been displaced. Maybe even sent through time? Who knows. Harry carefully pushed himself to his feet, making sure he could handle it. He didn't want to find out he was hurt or worse and fall.

His legs took a moment to be steady and he released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. First order of business is to find where he is and when he is if it's applicable. Then he'd need to figure out a plan of some sort. Find a way to set himself up wherever he is. And he'd need to figure out what his plan is from here. Was he far enough back in time that he could stop Voldemort sooner? And save his friends and family? Should he even consider that though? What if he made it worse somehow…

He sighed and pushed those thoughts aside. For now he needs to figure out where he is, go to Gringotts to try and set himself up, and then make a plan from there. He also needed to avoid St Mungos…at least until he can figure out his skin issue. So a long sleeved shirt would be needed. He pulled out his wand–thankful that he still had it, and willed his shirt to transfigure into long sleeves that covered his scars well enough. Then he headed outside, finding that he had been in an abandoned house luckily. He held out his wand to see if the knightbus would appear, and he was rewarded for his efforts when the bus popped into existence.

"Welcome to the Knightbus, transportation for the stranded witch or wizard!" an older man said with a kind smile. "I'm Paul. Come on…take a bed if you wish. If not, we have plenty of seats."

"Thank you. Leaky Cauldron please," Harry said as he stepped on board, dropping a few sickles according to the sign near the driver.

He walked to an empty seat and sat down. Soon after a rough ride, the bus came to a stop and Harry stepped off the bus, looking around. He immediately walked through the pub, then into the alley. Things were quiet, and different from his own time. He glanced at a paper as he passed a stand, and noticed the date finally. July 1977. So he did travel back in time. He felt shock but his mind was racing. His parents were alive…Voldemort wasn't in full power yet. He had a chance to try and change things. But he'd need to be careful so he wouldn't make things worse.

He moved towards the large white building at the end of the alley, unsure of what he will do once he's inside. He knew lying to the goblins if he comes up as Harry Potter won't help his case. So he'd need to tell them about himself. But he didn't want to do so unless he had to. Maybe he'd get lucky? Magic does work in mysterious ways.

A/N: Still setting up. It may seem a bit choppy? I'm trying to get back into my writing style. Be patient with me and let me know what you think! Next chapter is Gringotts!