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First Times and Second Chances

Chapter One: Godric's Hollow

He had come here for answers and some sense of peace. He didn't realize the starting place of his fame would only bring more destruction. How much violence and bloodshed could one place take? The top part of what used to be a wall of the Potter home shattered above him and he covered his head as the bits of plaster and stone rained down upon him.

"Harry, what are we going to do?" Hermoine asked from his left.

"I don't know yet."

"I think we're starting to run out of time," Ron's voice came from his right. All three of them had taken cover from the Death Eaters that had launched an attack on them.

"Come out, come out, Potter!" Bellatrix Lestange's shrill voice cut through the air. "If you surrender, perhaps we'll spare your blood traitor friends."

"Who are you kidding, Bella?" came another voice. "Leave a mudblood alive?"

Someone let out a harsh laugh. "Even I don't believe her."

"Time," Heromine said. "That's it."

"What?" Ron and Harry said at the same time.

Heromine reached into her shirt and pulled out the time turner. "McGonagall gave this to me before we left Hogwarts. She said it was most likely better protected if I kept it. If you go back two hours, Harry, make sure you stop Ron and me from coming. That's how the Death Eaters found us. They followed Ron and me."

Harry took the time turner and looped it around his neck. "Why couldn't you both come with me?"

"If Ron and I never reach Godric's Hollow neither will the Death Eaters. Just go Harry. As soon as you're gone, we'll be fine. Just hurry."

Harry gave Ron and Hermione one quick look before spinning the time turner twice. Just as he felt himself being pulled through opening of time, he heard Bellatrix's triumphant laugh above him and a bright green light filled his vision. The realization of what spell had been cast hit him the same time a rough wooden floor hit his entire body.

Looking around he found he was nowhere near Godric's Hollow. Perhaps he was dead? If he was then Hermione and Ron must be too, but neither one of them were around. Groaning, he pushed himself up on his knees and looked around. He was in a very dark room with a bare wooden floor beneath him. If he didn't know any better, he would have guessed he was in Godric's Hollow before it had been destroyed.

"What was that?"

"I don't know."

Voice drifted up through the floorboards and Harry could hear a lot of people moving around below him. Maybe he turned the time turner too many times and he was years back in the past. This was going to be very difficult if that was the case.

"Where did the noise come from?" a man's voice came, one Harry didn't recognize. He stood up and pulled his wand out, ready to defend himself if need be.

"I think it came from your room," another unfamiliar voice said, this time a woman's.

"Grab that stick, Sirius," a hoarse voice said and Harry's heart caught in his throat. The speaker was definitely Remus and the next voice was unmistakably Sirius.

"What are we going do with a broomstick handle, Remus, make them clean the house till they drop?"

"Give me this," the woman's voice came again, "before I beat you both with it."

Harry heard the floorboads creak outside the door and raised his wand. He knew Remus and Sirius were on the other side but he didn't know who else. He didn't know where he was, he didn't even know "when" he was.

"In here, this is where the sound came from," another familiar voice came, this one Harry recognized as Peter Pettigrew. If anything, at least Harry could take care of the traitor before he ever turned traitor.

"It's probably just a boggart," the woman said.

"But what if it's not?" Peter answered.

"Shut up and open the door."

"Well aren't you Mr. Sunshine tonight."


"Alright, James."

Harry watched as the door slowly opened, allowing pale light to slowly illuminate the room. He held his wand at the ready but the sudden light in his eyes momentarily blinded him. Blinking rapidly he tried to make out the people who filled the door way, their voices carrying into the room.

"He's got a wand," the woman said.

"How'd he get that?"

"He looks awful young."

Someone laughed. "He looks like James!"

"Who are you kid?"

Harry lowered his wand slightly. If he needed to defend himself he would have had to by now. Slowly the shapes were coming into view but the people looked so different from what he had come to know at Remus, Sirius and Peter. They looked the same, but with some deliberate differences.

"I'm Harry Potter."

"That's impossible." A tall man pushed his way through the small crowd. Harry's breath caught in his throat and he couldn't breathe to save his life. His face was more lined and drawn. The brightness and light in his eyes that Harry's pictures had captured look like it had gone out a long time ago but the face still held it's familiarity.


The hazel eyes narrowed. "What did you call me?"

Harry's arm dropped to his side. "You're James Potter, right?"

"Yes," came the cautious reply.

Harry dropped his wand, barely hearing it clatter on the floor as he made his way towards his father. "I'm Harry Potter, your son. Lily Potter was my mother." He saw his father face twitch slightly at Lily's name but other than that his face remained stony.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You better tell us who you are-"

"I just did. I'm Harry Potter, your son. Born July 31, 1980."

His father shook his head, his trademark messy black hair swinging as he did so. "That's impossible. I have no son."

"What? What about my moth-" Harry stopped himself. "What about Lily?"

"Lily was killed in June of 1980. She never gave birth to the child."