Prologue (No one's P.O.V.) [Harry is in end of 1st year]~
Harry Potter stood, pacing back and forth, in his room within Gryffindor tower. He was just told by Dumbledore that he's supposed to be the savior of the wizarding world and has to kill a man. It was too much for him, so he did the only thing he could, he wished his life was different. So very different. Now, normally wishes don't come true for most, but when you're a powerful wizard like Harry and deeply want this wish to come true, it just might.
There was a light, it was bright. And after the light was gone, left there was a time-turner. Harry had read about them when he first got his things from Diagon Ally. He knew how to use them and the limitations on how far back they could go. He quickly picked up the time-turner, not thinking of any consequences to what he was doing and went back, far back. Before he or his parents were born. Little did he know, he ended up going back to when Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr was almost 12, just about to start his 2nd year at Hogwarts the next school year.
Once Harry had landed and gained his barrings, he snuck out of the now empty room he was in and went to the common room. He then went through the portrait and realized that all the students were leaving school. He quickly hopped on the train, and made sure he wasn't noticeable. Luckily for him, he went so far back that like everyone else he finally blended in the wizard world. No one asked him questions or even noticed him. Once the train dropped everyone and himself at King's Cross, he started on his way to the Leaky Cauldron. He'd need to figure out what year it was and somehow come up with an identity.
He entered the Leaky Cauldron and asked the bartender what year it was. The guy looked at him funny, but Harry made up a story that he somehow got bad amnesia and all he could remember was his name and D.O.B. The guy only nodded and told him the year. This is when he realized where he had landed. He had read all about Voldemort at night that whole year. He had learned many things, probably too many. He was starting to think that the hat would have been right to put him in Slytherin instead with all the things he and the Dark Lord had similar to each other. And we aren't just talking about the whole Parseltongue thing either.
Harry's next stop was to Gringotts, this way he would be able to continue going to Hogwarts. He told them the amnesia story and that his name was Harry James. And he told them his real birth date, except he changed the year, obviously. Because he was so polite and nice to the Goblins, they helped him set up a vault with money for school and living. Harry thanked them before he departed. He spent most of the summer working in the Leaky Cauldron and other various shops in Diagon Ally. When he wasn't working at the various shops, he was helping the Goblins in Gringotts. He soon got himself a flat and could basically pay for everything himself. Although, a lot of people in Diagon Ally still helped him. Harry felt really good about finally being basically normal for once. Not a freak or the savior, just Harry. Harry realized one day while working with the Goblins that he has been smiling a lot more, and more often than when he was in his own time at Hogwarts or with his relatives.
The time-turner had broken on entry, not that it mattered to Harry. He wasn't ever going back. No matter what.
He got small gifts from the people he worked for on his birthday, either a small raise or something he liked from the shop.
Once his birthday was done and over with, it seemed that the school year had sneakily yet quickly came up to him and he was heading back to Hogwarts, even though everyone thought it was his 1st year there and he had came from somewhere else.
He was ready weeks in advance, but was a bit nervous. He had already promised himself that he would not ask the hat to put him in a different house this time around. He would let the hat put him where the hat felt Harry best belonged.
Chapter 1 (Boarding and on the train) [Harry's P.O.V.]~
I stepped through the wall and onto platform 9 3/4 like I had done it all my life and headed towards the train to board. I passed many families and groups of friends, but I didn't let it get to me. At least this time I would know people would like me for me and not for fame and fortune.
I took a deep breath and boarded the train. Since we still had 30 minutes until the train was to leave, there weren't many people already on it and it was easy to find an empty compartment in the back. I put all my stuff up with a bit of difficulty, but achieved it none the less.
Once we only had 10 minutes until departure, people started to pile in more. Soon, there was someone outside of my compartment. I looked up at them and instantly knew who it was from the books I read at school on him. His name is Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr, also known as Voldemort. Except, he's not Voldemort yet so I have no reason to be mean to him, Right? Although, I can't tell him I know what his name is. He'd be creeped out.
"Could I sit here? Everywhere else has 2 or more people." He asked, without much emotion, if any.
"Sure." I answered and gave a very light smile.
"Thanks." He mumbled before closing the compartment door and sitting down on the bench across from me. He took in my looks for a moment before asking, "Are you a first year?"
"Yes, well sort of. This will be my second year at a wizard school, but my first year at Hogwarts." I explained. He just nodded and looked out of the window. I didn't want to bother him, so I just kept to myself. I stared at my hands for a while until the lady with the trolley came by. I got an every flavored beans and a chocolate frog while Tom just stated that he didn't really like sweets all that much and went back to starring out the window.
About 5 minutes after, Tom started to talk to me again. "What's your name?" Was the first thing he asked.
"Harry, Harry James." I answered.
"Hm. Muggleborn?" Was the next thing he asked.
I shook my head. Answering as truthfully as possible but still with a bit of a lie, I answered with, "My mum was a muggleborn but my dad was a pureblood. Dad wasn't ever in the picture so I got my mum's last name. My mum was murdered when I was 7 and I've been on my own since." I said it with the most straight face I could muster, hoping he couldn't pick out the lie. "What about you?" I asked after a moment of debation in my head.
"My name's Tom, Tom Riddle. Hate the name, though. I'm a halfblood." He stated.
I nodded and said, "That's cool." I gave him a light smile. He looked a little taken back before his lips curled up in a very slight smile before he went back to looking out the window.
The rest of the ride was silent. I, unfortunately, had to ride the boats again with the real 1st years. Obviously, I had to act like I didn't remember where I had come from and stuff around Hogwarts staff, but there shouldn't be too much trouble making up stories for the students. I got onto 1 of the last boats and sat quietly on the ride towards the castle.
It was weird seeing Prof. McGonagal so young and a new teacher, heck it was weird seeing all these completely different teachers. The only staff still the same was Prof. McGonagal and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. All the 1st years went first and I was called up last since I'm technically just a new 2nd year.
The hat had a long debate with itself. I just sat there, bored listening to him rant about how hard it was to place me.
After what felt like an hour but was probably only a few minutes, the hat finally shouted its answer. "Slytherin!"
So, even in a different time, where I don't belong, the hat still feels like I would be good in Slytherin.
I smiled a bit, got off the stool, gave the sorting hat back to Prof. McGonagal, and sat down next to Tom. My robes changed to my house like they were supposed to.
'This is going to be a long year, I can feel it...' I thought to myself as the feast started.
No one's P.O.V.~
The 1 thing that could blow Harry's cover, is something he isn't even aware of. The fact that he still has a part of Voldemort's soul within him.
If Tom finds out, how will Harry explain? Will he be found out? Or worse, what if Dumbledore finds out? How will Harry explain it then? Well, I guess you'll find out eventually.