A/N: Don’t own Harry, please don’t sue. This is the first chapter of my new fic. –bows to thunderous applause- It’s loosely based on the movie series “Back to the Future”, which I don’t own. Basically, boy gets sent back in time to his parents’ time, boy’s mother falls for boy instead of father, boy has to fix it or he will disappear. But this has a Harry Potter twist! Read and review please. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

“Are you sure about this, Hermione?”

“Of course I am, Harry,” Hermione replied, pulling her bushy brown hair back into a ponytail as she spoke. “Have you ever known me not to be?”

“Well… no,” he admitted grudgingly, running his hand anxiously through his jet black hair. “But this is… complicated.”

“True,” she replied, “but not as complicated as the perfect Polyjuice Potion I brewed back in seventh year.” She gently set down the empty vial on the table and looked up at Harry. “Relax, Harry. The war’s over, you’ve defeated Voldemort… you have nothing to worry about.”

“I suppose so,” he mumbled.

“Look, Harry,” she sighed, placing her hands on her hips sassily. “You’re the one who said you wanted to meet your parents. This time traveling potion will work- just trust me.”

“What if my parents don’t believe me?”

“All you have to do is come up with an alias like… Derek Smith. Then spend time with them, get to know them, Harry. It’ll be okay- I promise,” she said. “I know it’s got to be hard, but just trust me on this.”

“Whatever you say, Hermione,” he said, flashing her a small smile. “Are you almost done?”

“It’ll be ready tomorrow,” she told him, after scrutinizing the turquoise liquid in the cauldron for a few moments. She looked up at him, a slightly weary look in her brown eyes. “Go home, Harry. Go home and rest. Please. Tomorrow’s going to be a big day for the both of us.”

“Thanks a lot, Hermione,” he said, pulling on his jacket to leave. “I mean it. And thanks for coming with me.”

“Of course,” she said. “There’s no way I can let my best friend run around unaccompanied in the seventies. What are friends for, eh?”

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“Harry!”

A blur of blonde hair threw itself at Harry almost the instant he stepped into his flat. He was thrown backwards by the sudden weight and hit the door with his back. “Oof,” he muttered. “Trianna, was that really necessary?”

The girl stood up and brushed herself off, shrugging nonchalantly. She offered him a hand, which he took and she hauled him to his feet. He stood there, grinning broadly at his adoptive sister, whom he had met at Auror training nearly a year ago. When they had graduated from the ten-month course, they had bought a flat together. “I felt like it,” she said as an explanation, her curly blonde hair blown about wildly. Her ice blue eyes shone jovially as she smiled at him. “By the way, Ginny owled. She said she’s having a great time at the family reunion. Told me to give you her regards.”

Harry grinned. “And Ron?” he asked.

Trianna chuckled. “Said something about not believing that Ginny beat him in Quidditch.”

Harry laughed, loving the mental image of a distraught Ron and a victorious Ginny. Then his grin faded. “Ginny’s coming back tomorrow, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Come on now, Harry, don’t look so excited.”

“Sure,” he muttered noncommittally.

“Harry?” she asked, cocking her head at him in concern. “Really, now, what’s wrong?”

Harry sighed. He had hoped to hold out and tell no one of his plan to travel back in time with Hermione, not even Trianna. However, he felt that he had always known he would end up telling his adoptive sister about his plan. “You should probably sit down,” he told her.

“You’re scaring me,” she grimaced as she took a seat on the black couch in the living room. “What’s up, bro?”

“I’ve always wanted to meet my parents,” he said.

“No kidding,” she said, laughing dryly. “Thanks for that Captain Obvious.”

He smiled and shook his head at her, strands of his jet black hair flopping into his vibrant emerald green eyes. “And Hermione came across a time-traveling potion in the English Wizard Library in Diagon Alley, so…”

“You two are planning to go back in time for a day so you can meet your parents,” Trianna finished for him.

He nodded. “You know me way too well. It’s bloody scary sometimes, Tri.” She merely grinned at him. Suddenly, an idea struck him. “Hey- why don’t you come along?”

“What?” she gaped, her lower jaw dropping a good two inches.

“Yeah,” he nodded eagerly. “Yeah, Hermione made plenty of the potion and you two are great friends, I’m sure she’d love to have you along as well. As would I.”

“If you say so,” she grinned. “I’d love to come.”

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“Are you ready?” Hermione asked, her gaze flickering from Harry to Trianna.

“I was born ready,” Harry said confidently.

“No, actually,” Trianna said, “you were born naked.”

Hermione giggled softly. “And you would know because…?” Harry questioned.

“Never mind,” Tri sighed. “Let’s just do this, ‘Mione.”

“Okay…,” Hermione said, tracing her finger along the text in the potions book. “It says here that we’re supposed to swallow the potion and then concentrate on the year we want to go to. Which year, Harry?”

“1977,” he replied confidently. “Around the first half of their seventh year. Hopefully, they’ll already be together so I won’t have to see them arguing.”

“Good choice,” Hermione beamed.

“Props, bro,” Trianna said, slapping him a high-five.

“Honestly, America is a bloody weird place,” ‘Mione said, shaking her head at them.

“Don’t insult my homeland,” Tri said, pretending to be indignant.

“Okay,” Hermione said, giving them each a small vial. She then tucked a larger vial into her messenger bag, which was slung over her shoulder. “Cheers.”

They clinked their vials together and then drank deeply from them. They all screwed their eyes shut, concentrating on the year 1977, and Hogwarts in that time…

“James?”

Harry opened his eyes and found himself face to face with a red headed girl of about seventeen with striking emerald green eyes. Lily Evans. His mother.