I think it is safe to say that this fanfic is going to be over 100 chapters. I thought - when I first started this fic - that it would be around 60 to 70 chapters. We have gone past that. Harry is getting all of his memories back right here! Let's do this thing! XD

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Harry was confused. The last thing he remembered was Acnologia sending his breath attack at them, and then nothing; however, that was not why he was confused - not fully, anyway. There was another reason he was lost. He was sitting in a crib with a woman with red hair and green eyes crying in front of him. She was saying, "I love you, Harry. My sweet baby boy. Your father and I both love you dearly." Not long after she said this, the door blew open. In came a man in a cloak. He told Harry's mother - for that is who Harry knew she was - to step away from the boy. The woman refused to step aside. The man told her again, but she still would not move. The man sent the killing curse at her before moving onto baby Harry.

'Didn't this already happen? Why am I reliving my life? Or is this all just my memory coming back to me? Did it have to do this now?! ...I guess they weren't kidding when they said your life passes before your eyes when you're about to die,' thought Harry just as the curse hit him too.

'Now I'm in a flying motorbike.' Harry wondered what happened between being hit with the curse to now being in a flying bike. A big man - Hagrid his mind told him - was driving the bike over some woods. His memories went blank again due to his baby self falling asleep.

Years have passed with his time with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. Harry would see small clips of what happened between the time he started living with them to getting his Hogwarts letters. He saw himself being yelled at by a teacher, only for his magic to turn said teacher's wig blue. Finding himself on the roof of the school after being chased by his cousin, Dudley. Shrinking an ugly sweater that his cousin refused to wear, so his aunt, Petunia, tried to force Harry to wear it. That didn't happen since Harry shrunk it down to fit a rat. He didn't get in trouble that time, shockingly enough.

Now Harry was sleeping in the closet when his aunt pounded on his door and told him to wake up. He did, and then heard his cousin coming down the stairs like a hippo. Harry felt Dudley crash back up a few steps after a second of silence on the bottom step. He suddenly started jumping up and down, making a lot of noise. The fat boy started yelling as well, telling Harry to get up, they were going to the zoo.

Harry knew he wouldn't have gone to the zoo if Ms. Figgs hadn't broken her ankle.

When they got to the zoo and to the snakes, Harry spoke to the boa constrictor. He was enjoying his talk with it, but then Dudley, being Dudley, knocked him over. Harry got angry at this and made the window disappear. Present Harry was upset that he forgot something this funny.

Dudley fell into the enclosure, and the snake came out of it. The snake thanked Harry before slithering away to go to Brazil. Harry never found out if the snake made it there or not. All he knew was that he got in trouble for using magic.

Harry was told to get the mail when his cousin refused. He didn't want to get it either, but he also didn't want to get hit by his cousin's Smelting stick. He went to get the mail, and found that one of them was for him. Present Harry couldn't believe he didn't just stuff that letter under his door to read later. It would have stopped the chaos in the not so distant future. Like now.

Harry was getting letter after letter in some of the most creative ways possible. It got too much for his "lovely" family, so they left the house to try and run from the crazy magical letters. It didn't work.

They were in an old shack in the middle of nowhere in the ocean, when the door got knocked in my Hagrid. He gave Harry his letter, and then the two left the next morning for Diagon Alley.

While in Diagon Alley, Harry found out he was rich and got his school supplies. While he was being fitted for robes, he met a blond boy that reminded him of his cousin, so he knew he wasn't going to allow himself to be placed in Slytherin. He got his wand, which he found out was the brother to the guy that killed his family and gave him his scar. Present Harry remembered what was in that scar. He can't believe he was able to live with something like that and not be affected by it in any way besides speaking to snakes and horrible headaches. He wasn't going to complain though.

It was here that Harry met his very first real, long time friend. A snowy owl that he named Hedwig. True he met Hagrid first, but he didn't see him as a friend first. He was an adult and his guide into the magical world. That was how he saw him at first, but it did quickly turn into a friendship.

When Harry was at the train station, getting ready to go to Hogwarts for his first year, he ran into his first problem. He had no idea where the platform was. His ticket said 9 3/4, but there was no such thing. If it weren't for the family of red-heads that he has fond memories of, he most surely wouldn't have found the train. Molly taught him how to get on the platform, the twins helped him get his things on the train and into an apartment, and met Ron. They spoke and bonded over sweets and having a common enemy in Draco Malfoy. It was also on this train ride that he met Hermione and Neville. They didn't build a friendship right away like he did with Ron, but he wouldn't change it for the world. Present Harry knew that their bond wouldn't have been as strong if it weren't for what happened in their time at school.

~Year One~

Present Harry couldn't help but think, 'Who's idea was it to have a bunch of kids ride in these tiny boats? It was a good thing everyone was looking at the Hogwarts, or else they may have moved and fallen off.' He couldn't have been more grateful for that. I recommend moving to after "boats?"

Little Harry was on a boat with Ron and two others. They were looking up at the castle in awe. There were no real words to describe such a beautiful sight. "Magical", "Majestic", and "ethereal" are the only words that come close.

Once the boat ride was over, little Harry, Ron, and all the other new first years followed Hagrid into the school. There they met Professor McGonagall. A strict looking teacher, but also fair. 'For the most part,' said a small voice in the back of present Harry's mind.

McGonagall told them about the four houses of Hogwarts, and little Harry wondered what house he would be placed in. Better yet, he wondered how they are to be sorted. Ron said that his brothers told him they had to fight a troll, but Harry couldn't see how that was possible. Present Harry couldn't believe he bought Ron's brothers' words about the troll.

The sorting went well, and so did dinner. After that was all done, they go to their new rooms and beds. The bed was so soft, it was better than both of the beds Harry had been forced to sleep on. His dream was strange, and present Harry didn't recall it at all. The dream was about this year's DADA professor. Little Harry heard a voice coming from the back of the man's head, but present Harry knows that he shouldn't have known that until the end of this year when he first met Voldemort. How could he have forgotten this dream?

The voice of Voldemort was telling him to go to Slytherin, where he truly belonged. When little Harry woke up from this dream it was still late at night, so he fell back to sleep, forgetting all about the dream. Present Harry couldn't for the life of him understand what that dream was about at all. Why did Voldemort want him in Slytherin? Was that dream his very first vision?

The first month of school went by well, except Snape and his house, but present Harry knew why the man was like the way he was now, but his younger self would never understand until it was too late. 'What a sad thought,' present Harry mused.

October came and it was almost over. The month decided to go out with a bang, because apparently Ron made Hermione cry after their charms class. Also while they were at the Halloween Feast, the DADA professor came charging into the great hall. He breathlessly told the headmaster Dumbledore about there being a troll in the dungeon before fainting.

Present Harry wondered why he never thought about Quirrell being the one after the stone. After all, the troll was nowhere near the dungeon. Plus, why was the DADA professor even down there anyway?!

Little Harry remembered Hermione and told Ron that they needed to find her and let her know about the troll. He also told the red-head that he needs to apologize to her as well, because if he hadn't made her cry in the first place, they wouldn't be doing this.

'I never realized just how Slytherin I was at times. I just guilt-tripped my best friend,' present Harry thought in dismay, but at least it got the naive boy to move in following the young Harry.

They locked the troll in the girls' bathroom, forgetting that Hermione was probably still inside. They remembered when they heard a scream. They dashed in through the door and fought the troll. Ron was able to knock it out.

The teachers showed up, and Hermione lied about what happened. Present Harry wondered that if they spoke the truth, would they have gotten into less trouble? Hermione wouldn't have lost any points for not being in the Gryffindor tower if she wasn't there to hear the announcement. Why lie? The only person that would have been in trouble would be Ron for bullying. Or...maybe endangering a fellow student, but they wouldn't do that right? After all, he didn't know a troll would be wandering the halls.

During Christmas, little Harry got his first presents. His favorites being the Weasley sweater and the invisibility cloak. That came in handy a lot.

A lot of interesting things happened after the troll event. Learning about a stone that can give eternal life, a baby dragon, getting into trouble thanks to the said baby dragon, and going into the forbidden forest for detention. Wait a minute... why the heck were they given detention in the FORBIDDEN FOREST?!

'They tell us not to go in there at all or else we would be in trouble, or die, and yet they gave us detention there. Were they trying to kill us?' Present Harry couldn't believe that Dumbledore would be so reckless.

While in the forest, little Harry ran into Voldemort drinking unicorn blood. Malfoy took off the moment he saw him. Why didn't little Harry follow? It would have been smarter. Did fear really grip him that hard?

Luckily a centaur named Firenze showed up and saved him. The other centaurs weren't too happy about it, but Firenze didn't seem to care what they thought.

Little Harry and his friends learned about who made the philosopher's stone. Harry also remembered Hagrid talking to someone about Fluffy. Now that was a scary memory.

Little Harry took off, followed by Ron and Hermione to Hagrid's hut where he asked who gave him the dragon egg. They found out that Hagrid told the person who had the egg how to knock the three-headed dog out. Present Harry sighed fondly, 'Sweet, gullible Hagrid. You got to love him.'

They tried to tell McGonagall about Snape trying to steal the stone, but she didn't believe them. She told them that the stone was very well protected and that there was nothing to worry about. 'Yeah...some protection...' present Harry thought. 'Three first years got past all of them. What made them think that Voldemort couldn't? ...I have been living in this new time and age with Fairy Tail for so long that I now just realized how STUPID the wizards were back then. Hermione, you were right about them not having a sliver of logic, but I think it was worse than that.'

Out of all the protections, the mirror was the best one. Quirrell could not get through it. If Harry wasn't there, he was sure that Voldemort would still be trying to get it out or lose it completely if he were to break the mirror. He could have also been caught by Dumbledore, but no... Harry was young and didn't think of that.

Little Harry got the stone, and tried to lie about having it, but Voldemort called him out on that lie. Voldemort and Quirrell tried to kill him, but thanks to some weird power, Harry was able to fight him off by burning him.

Voldemort left Quirrell after Harry passed out, which killed the man. Shortly afterward, Harry was found by the headmaster and brought up to the hospital wing. It was here that he learned that what burnt Voldemort was his mother's love magic.

TBC

There is still a lot that needs to be written, but we'll have to split them up, otherwise, I wouldn't have a chapter for this week. So the years will be split up. I'll do 2 years at a time. That should make my life a little easier. Anyway, Harry is getting all his memories back in one year while stuck in time. After that he and Zeref will be training under Death. This should be fun. ;)

P.S. I'm going to be publishing a new Bleach story next week. It will be called 'Our Shinigami Brother'. Hope some of you are looking forward to that!

Shiro: WE ARE BACK! XD

Enj/Dark: Get the heck out of here, Shiro! You are not in the right fandom! Come back to the other story.

Shiro: Fine... T^T

Harry: Who in the world was that? 0.o

Enj/Dark: You might meet him again when I write a Bleach crossover with you.

Harry: That sounds a little worrisome. :(

Voldy: He sounds like someone I would want as a Death Eater.

Enj/Dark: You won't want him. Trust me on that. He'll kill you first.

Natsu: He sounds like a fun guy to have a fight with! :)

Enj/Dark: That might be true, but he is bloodthirsty.

Zeref: I think I'll try to avoid him.

Enj/Dark: That is the best thing I heard so far. Natsu, it is your turn.

Natsu: Please review! XD