Not quite the same.

I wanted to try something a little different with this fic.

This will be a time travel fic, but instead of an adult Harry going years back into the past into his eleven year old self (either by choice or accident.) I had an idea. What if, A: It wasn't an adult Harry going back and B: It was only a year or two into the past?

Disclaimer: I do not have the rights to Harry Potter and I get no money out of this, JK Rowling does.

Chapter 1:

Harry was blind with rage as he raced after the woman who had killed his godfather, while that same woman laughed her crazy laugh in between taunts.

Harry didn't pay any attention to the fights still raging around them, as he blindly sent curse after curse at Bellatrix Lestrange. The witch only laughed harder while she evaded or parried his curses.

Harry followed the woman out of the chamber with the veil that had just claimed Sirius.

The chase led them through half the department of mysteries, before one of Harry's curses finally connected, leaving a vicious cut along the length of Bellatrix her left arm.

Bellatrix let out a scream of surprise and anger, before continuing to run.

In al his anger, Harry didn't notice that she had stopped laughing like a maniac, and that she was no longer taunting him. He didn't notice her grim expression as she turned a corner and sped through a door. As he followed her blindly past the door, he didn't notice what room he was in and so didn't care when her blasting hex just missed him … He should have.

As Bellatrix ran through the other door and closed it with a hasty wave of her wand, Harry was just noticing the lack of explosion from the blasting hex when he finally saw what room he was in. It was the room filled with time turners and the odd device that had turned Dolochov's head into baby. He had just enough time to curse his luck before the red beam connected with the odd device and the whole room exploded in a ball of fire and pure blinding light.

"What just happened?"

Harry had fully expected to die in that one moment. In fact, he had 'felt' himself leave his utterly destroyed body, only to be consumed by the light.

He had just about expected anything to happen after that.

A reunion with Sirius, or his parents. A meeting with some higher power who would explain what was to happen next. 'The next great adventure' basically. Hell, he would have believed it if he had woken up in a world of fire with some red guy with horns and a trident.

What he had not been expecting however, was waking up sitting in his bed in his bedroom at the Dursleys in the middle of the night.

A terrible stabbing pain suddenly hit him in the head and he fell back down on the bed.

"Damn, that really did a number on me." Harry thought. Feeling like he had just been hit in the head by a troll. "Fuck that, more like a giant." He thought when he gently tried to massage his head, only for the pain to worsen.

Aside from the pain, that felt like it was coming from the brain itself, Harry could discern another feeling. A feeling like his head was too full, for lack of better words.

Harry decided to try and solve the enormous headache and the strange feeling of being too full, by employing the small amount of occulmency he knew.

Only since last year had he begun practicing the defensive form of mind magic and although he wasn't actually too bad at it, he knew he was certainly nowhere near mastering the art. Something that he half blamed Snape for.

At least Harry could now hold Voldemort at bay when Voldemort was not actively trying to enter his mind.

Harry decided that he still thought the sensation of being in your own mind was odd, as he 'entered' his mindscape. If he had to describe it, it was almost like what he felt like right before the light had consumed him, and right after he had left his body.

That was to say, it was more like feeling everything around you than using the five bodily senses. After all, in here he technically didn't have a body to use senses with.

Almost immediately he 'felt' where the problem was coming from. It wasn't his scar for a change. He would bet however, that suddenly having nearly twice the amount of memories could cause a headache like that!

After overcoming the shock that involved the mysterious extra memories, he noticed that all of his 'old' memories were 'sorted', like had learned to do. The rest of them however, where in the same state of chaos as his mind had been in before he had started learning occulmency.

Harry gave the mental equivalent of a sigh, as he started to try and 'sort' the chaotic, new memories. Aside from having to sort the new memories, something that would take the better part of the remaining night and the following day, he would have to go through each and every one of them. After all, he had no idea what the memories were about and even more disturbing: If they were even his! Besides all of that, they could even hold the answer as to what had happened.

So, Harry started by simply 'plucking' a random memory from the chaos and decided to go through every memory before he sorted it. It would take forever, but at least he would now what he had sorted.

Plunging himself into the memory, he got yet another shock. "Impossible! I sorted this memory Months ago!" he thought, as he tore himself from the memory involving the first anti-dementor lesson between him and Remus Lupin, just after the Christmas holidays of his third year.

He started plunging into several different memories, the shock getting bigger and bigger as he went. "My sorting at Hogwarts, the fight against riddle in the chamber of secrets, being chased by Marge's dog, My first Hogsmeade trip! How can this possibly be!"

Scared and confused he triple checked his already sorted memories. Luckily, checking sorted memories took almost no time at all.

Discovering that the already sorted memories were still the same. He could only come to one conclusion.

"I have…double memories? Must be. But how? And perhaps more importantly: Why?"

Starting to sort the double memories he found that every memory that he had double, somehow merged with its twin after being sorted. At least that made the process of sorting easier. After all, now he would only have to go through the memories that didn't merge after sorting.

Preparing himself for a long night, He decided to sort the whole bunch in one go. He had developed the habit of sorting all memories before going to sleep and he wasn't going to break that habit now!

Harry, tired but satisfied, finally opened his eyes. By now it had already been twelve o'clock in the afternoon, but he had finally sorted all of the memories.

He had been very tempted to just go to sleep right there, but there was still something that he had to check.

Every single one of the extra memories had been exact copies of his already existing ones. Even stranger than that: The extra memories stopped on the first night of the summer holidays after his third year. If his memories simply doubled themselves on a freak accident, why stop there? And how did this connect with him pretty much dying in the department of mysteries?

It wasn't to hard however to put two and two together. The conclusion however, was so absurd that Harry had a hard time believing it. There was however no escaping it. No alternative possibilities.

He had been consumed by an explosion in a room full of magical objects that reversed time.

He had woken up at the Dursleys.

He suddenly had an extra set of memories that stopped after going to bed at the Dursleys.

He had, somehow, travelled back in time!

Standing up, he figured that he had better, somehow, travelled back in time! Otherwise the idiot that had shrunk his body back to his thirteen year old self, was going to be in serious trouble!