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Chapter 1 Times Change

Harry Potter was dueling with Lord Voldemort in the middle of the great hall. Voldemort was infuriated by Molly Weasley killing Bellatrix. Bellatrix had gotten in a lucky shot that hit Harry while the two women were fighting, but so far there had been no ill effects.

Harry's wand slashed, twirled, and preformed almost any other movement you could think of while he was dueling Voldemort. Finally Voldemort went too far; he tried to cast the killing curse at Harry with a wand that thought of Harry at its' master. The killing curse rebounded on Voldemort, and he died. That was all Harry saw before everything around him changed.

'This must be the effects of whatever Bellatrix hit me with,' he thought. The world seemed to fade around him until it was only rushing colors and fast backwards movement.

Suddenly the world began to reform into a place Harry had never been before.

"What's she done now," he complained. "Is it too much to ask for all the evil Death Eaters and especially Voldemort and Bellatrix to leave me alone?" he looked around and noticed for the first time that, a,) he was a lot smaller, and b.) teenage versions of his father and godfather, and Remus Lupin were staring at him.

'Of course Bellatrix would send me into the past in a de-aged body. That's exactly her style; spastic and random,' Harry thought.

Harry muttered out loud without thinking. "That woman is totally mental," he said. "What did she do now? I really don't think there's a way to fix this. Let's just go with it," still muttering to low for any of the boys to hear him. Sirius and Remus caught snatches of what he said, but not enough to get anything out of it.

James walked up to him. "Hello little one," he said, crouching to Harry's level. "Who are you?"

"Harry Potter," Harry said clearly. James' eyes widened. Sirius and Remus just stared at the boy who was a carbon copy of James except for the eyes and a lightening-bolt scar on his forehead.

"I think we'd better take him to Mum," James said, looking at his adopted brothers. "She'll probably know what to do." The two boys nodded, and James picked Harry up.

"Hey!" Harry cried indignantly. He was far too old to be carried at nearly eighteen, and even the way he was now (he appeared to be around ten or eleven) he was too big. "Put me down!"

Sirius laughed. "Sorry kiddo, but we have a bit of a walk, and you're kind of small to be walking it by yourself. How old are you, six, nearly seven?"

Harry huffed indignantly again. "I'll have you know that I am nearly eleven," he said a tad angrily.

"No way!" Sirius cried in surprise. "Even I wasn't that small at eleven."

Harry gave him a look. "It helps growing if you have enough food."

"Why didn't you?" Sirius asked.

"I'll explain everything once we get back to the house," Harry told them. "I know you don't trust me, but I swear on my magic and life that I would never lead Death Eaters to your house or hurt the Potter family in any way. That doesn't include Peter." Harry had learned that this was a very solemn oath because if you broke it you might actually loose your magic. James seemed to think this was good enough because he continued to carry Harry towards his house.

"Will you please put me down?" Harry pleaded.

James grinned evilly. "Nope," he said happily. "I don't care if you're six, eleven, or eighteen; you won't be able to keep up on your own, so I'm going to carry you." Harry moaned, but resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to be put down anytime soon.

Harry was very tired from the battle with Voldemort (and the fact that he hadn't slept properly in three days) and even the pain of all the injuries he had wasn't enough to keep him awake. He found his head slowly drifting down onto James' shoulder. The last thing he knew before he fell asleep was James rubbing his back comfortingly.

How was the start? I really like this story for some reason. I just popped into my head and stuck there one day, so I started writing it. All the chapters after this are longer. This was kind of like a prologue, so I felt ok making it short. Feedback would be appreciated.