"I'm absolutely fine Rachel there's no need to make a big fuss about it." Harry said annoyed swatting Rachel's hand away.

"Don't act like a kid Harry, McGonagall told me you were not well." Rachel retorted trying to force down some weird pink potion down Harry's throat, which Harry was pretty sure the potion is a love potion.

Harry groaned and caught hold of her wrist now angry with her clingy attitude. She immediately blushed. It took Harry every ounce of his might not to roll his eyes at that.

"Rachel please stop it. I told you I'm fine so can you stop doing that?" Harry said looking into her blue eyes frustrated.

She opened her mouth to say something but then a flash of white on Harry's finger caught her eye. "What's that?" She asked immediately.

Harry imitated her to find her looking at the ring on Harry's hand which was holding Rachel's wrist. He looked at her eyebrows raised.

"It's a wedding ring if you are too blind to notice. No surprises there as your busy throwing yourself at me." Harry said bluntly releasing her. Rachel flinched at the intensity of Harry's voice. Something like disappointment and hurt flickered in her eyes but was gone as soon as it came.

She nodded and swallowed the lump in her throat. "Right. I'll leave you alone."

She climbed out of the staffroom's portrait hole leaving Harry alone.
"Good riddance." He muttered. He was already cranky regarding the scar incident and occasional twinges of the scar. When Harry is angry, you better not mess with him. His words will slice you.

He too went out of the staffroom trying to get some fresh air to lighten his mood. He felt happier than any student in hogwarts that it was a weekend. Teaching drained him of energy,  Rachel and the scar added to his crankiness.

Soon, he found himself on the castle grounds inhaling the sweet scent of flowers as the wind ruffled his already messy hair.

A handsome blond boy approached Harry carrying a muggle camera. Harry raised an eyebrow at him. Looks like The 1977 version of Colin creevey.

"Do you want my amazing picture?  I'll sign it too. It's a limited edition! Only 2 galleons!" The boy swaggered handing Harry a photograph.

Harry stared at him. "And you are?"

The boy gasped. "You don't know Gilderoy Lockhart!? Shame. Since you are new it's understandable. Here take it for free."

He slapped the photograph on Harry's palm and took off to a gang of giggling girls leaving Harry in shock.

"I can't believe it. Looks like that moron has been obsessed with himself since childhood." He muttered.

Few yards away he saw the marauders discussing something and Harry grinned. If he has come here on McGonagall's orders he could spend some time with his dad.

Don't cause trouble

Harry's recklessness took over and he strode towards them.  Screw the trouble. He deosn't get to see his dead father and godfather everyday.

" - amazing. The prank will leave everyone astounded. Even the teachers." Harry heard James say.

"Prongs, you have already got detention thrice in 2 weeks do you want to taint your head boy badge even more?" Remus tried to reason with him, looking a bit down and tired. Was the full moon approaching?

"Oi Moony.  He is the head boy now. I doubt he will get caught. Plus, we have to pay attention to your furry little problem." Sirius laughed throwing an arm casually on James's shoulder, the other hand fixing his elegant hair.

Remus's eyes widened. "Shhhhh!!! Sirius how many times have I told you to keep that voice down." He hissed at him.

"I totally support you for that prank !" Peter squeaked sycophantly jumping with excitement.  Remus scowled. He spotted Harry a metre away, who clearly heard everything.

"Uh....uh professor!" Remus cried trying to get the attention of the sniggering James and Sirius praying with all his might he didn't hear about he being a werewolf.

"Yes? It's Harry by the way. Don't call me professor." Harry said smiling as he strode towards them.

"It was nothing they were just joking about the prank thing prof- Harry. They don't really mean i-" Remus was cut off with Harry laughing his head off.

The marauders looked at Harry bewildered. Harry tried to control his laughter. "Are you kidding me? Go on with the prank! It sounds superb!"

He burst out laughing again. Remus narrowed his eyes at Harry. Why does his voice sound so much like -

"You're such a cool professor." Sirius remarked raising an eyebrow at the laughing man.

"No really I wasn't very good with pranks myself and yours sound amazing. I totally support you." Harry said between his laughs. "I know I'm a teacher and all but just a few years elder than you. Everyone needs a laugh."

James grinned at him. "Awesome. So we will do that tomorrow. In the great Hall."

Harry gave a thumbs up. "Cool."

He looked at the brown haired boy in his eyes. "Sometimes pranks are okay remus." He winked at him and left.

Remus's jaw dropped. Those eyes......he has seen them before. He knows them.

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"Professor?"

Harry turned at the voice. "Yes Lily?"

Lily went slightly pink. Calm down lily. Breath. " I had a question about the lesson of patronus. "

Harry gave her a funny look. "It's the weekend and you are doing schoolwork?" Harry chuckled at his mother  giving butterflies in Lily's stomach.

Lily went pinker as she kept gazing at his handsome face. Unfortunately Harry mistook the blush for embarrassment. "What is your question?"

He approached lily, who was carrying a piece of parchment. Lily's breath hitched in her throat as he came closer. He smells of treacle tart.

"I-I can't p-produce the p-patronus properly." She stuttered, very distracted at the distance between her and Harry.  Damn lily. You had to stutter in front of him.

"That happens because of a common mistake. You must have not concentrated properly on your happy memory or the memory itself isn't strong enough......."

Lily wasn't listening to him. She was busy looking into those intoxicating eyes which was strangely like hers and into his face. How she would like to touch that hair..........

"OUCH!" Harry shrieked and clapped a hand over his forehead.

"Is everything alright professor?" Lily asked concerned. Harry brushed off the action by straightening his bangs.

"Yeah. Yeah. Excuse me....." He trailed off and sprinted in the opposite direction leaving lily bemused.

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Harry rushed towards the staffroom. He sick of this. Sick of the scar, sick of Voldemort.  When will he ever be free of this? He almost lost his gaurd in front of his own mother. Harry rubbed the tingling scar angrily.

It's time to tell Dumbledore. Sure, he doesn't know he is son of James Potter and lily Evans but it's really annoying him. That vision was disturbing.

Get ready Potter........

A voice hissed in Harry's head. Harry clapped his hands on his ears scrunching his eyes shut.

Get ready to die.........

No. No. Voldemort should not know about the connection.  NO! it will mess up the timeline badly if he knows it now. If Voldemort knows about the connection, he will never know about the attack of Arthur weasely.

I'm coming.....I'm coming.......

"Ah!" Harry shouted, the voice echoing horribly in his head. He couldn't take it anymore. His head was throbbing painfully. With his eye still squeezed shut he swayed on the spot.

Harry was gliding towards the crumpled figure in front of him.

No. Harry tried to open his eyes.

He pointed his wand at the figure. "Crucio!"

The man screamed writhing on the ground.

"Tell me ollivander. Where is the elder wand." Harry asked in a cold voice his wand still pointed at him.

"I don't know! The last owner was gellert grindelwald before he was defeated. No one knows who is the next owner!" ollivander shrieked cowering in a fetal position.

"LIES!"

Harry pointed his wand at the pitiful man. "CRUCIO!!"

Ollivander howled even louder.

No. Use occlumency. Clear your mind of all emotions. But Harry never succeeded in occlumency.

"Tell me old man. Is my wand enough to defeat Harry Potter?"

"W-who Harry P-potter?"

"I will deal with you later old man."

Harry walked out of the room to his faithful death eater. " Is everything ready?"

The death eater bowed to him. "Yes my lord."

Harry sneered.

"Get ready Potter. Get ready to die."

With immense difficulty Harry pulled out breathing heavily and sweating profusely. His scar was burning and head was pounding.

Harry was started to feel nauseous and took all of his might not to vomit.

His vision started to go black from the edges and he collapsed on the floor.

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Harry groaned. His body felt like lead. He squinted at the piercing light and at the blurry figure in front of him. His head was still throbbing from the pain. The blurry figure handed Harry his glasses.

Once everything was clear he saw the man besides him, who was smiling at Harry kindly.

"Ah! About time Harry I was getting worried! You were out for 2 days." Dumbledore said cheerfully his blue eyes twinkling behind his half moon glasses.

Harry looked around. He was in the hospital wing and was the only one
Occupying a bed.

"I found you unconscious on the corridor near my office. I hope you are well." Dumbledore said kindly. "You may have dropped something I believe must be yours."

He held a long gold chain in his hands. Harry's timeturner.

Harry's jaw dropped. He couldn't find any excuse to it. It must have slipped out of his neck when he fainted. He looked at Dumbledore helplessly.

"I believe Harry you must be a time traveller and I urge you to tell the truth about why you came here to assure if you aren't a death eater. We don't have enough stock of veritaserum, but I have put a lie detecting spell on you." He said calmly pointing a wand at Harry. "I'm pretty sure Harry Jones isn't your real name."

Harry gulped. He nodded. "Your right professor."

"May I know the whole story?  Starting from your name of course."

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Here it goes.

"My name is Harry Potter. Son of James and lily Potter."

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