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“What. The. Heck.” Harry said, sitting up. He looked around the room. It was the second bedroom, Hedwig was in her cage, and his hands, wait, his hands! They were tiny! He slowly got out of bed, and woodenly walked downstairs I to the kitchen, where his aunt had started on breakfast.
Petunia scowled at the boy. “And what do you want, boy?” She asked, disdain dripping from her voice.
Harry shook his head. “Ah, nothing. Just, er, what's the date?”
With a raised eyebrow, Petunia sighed. “It should be August 30th, 1991. You leave for that wretched school in two days, not soon enough.”
With a stiff nod, Harry quickly walked back upstairs and began a letter.
Ron,
I have a feeling you remember me. If you don't, please chuck this letter. What happened? Why am I 11 again? Am I right, do you feel like everyone else remembers too? Oh, no, we need to deal with the stone! And the snake! And Sirius! And everything! Gah, think your mom can be convinced to pick me up? What is going on!
Your pal,
Harry.
He whirled to Hedwig. “I need you to deliver this letter as fast as possible, okay? I don't know what is going on, but as long as Ron both remembers and gets this letter, it will be okay. I hope. Probably. Gah, not this again!” Harry just sat on the floor and started rocking back and forth while Dudley barged in.
Dudley paused, staring at his cousin. “Uh, what?”
Harry looked up. “I'm having an existential crisis, so please tell Aunt Petunia that I'll likely be up here all day, switching between laughing and sobbing. Yes, I'm crazy.”
Concerned, Dudley slowly backed out of the room and shut the door before bounding down the stairs. Pounding footsteps raced towards the door as it slammed open. “Using our Dudders as a post boy?” Vernon growled.
Harry looked up, still rocking gently. “Er, yeah, sorry, but I have good news! I won't be coming back after leaving, so just put up with me having a mental breakdown alone in this room for two days and you'll never have to deal with me again. You can say I ran away or something.”
Vernon froze, this was too good to be true. “And why are you never coming back, boy?”
“Because I kind of have ownership of a house. Because of, er, stuff, only my kind can enter it. Also, I kinda have friends? I think? Oh! I have a godfather I'm going to get out of jail! He didn't get a trial, you see, and I'm going to fix that. It was technically very illegal for me to be placed with you in the first place anyway, there's a whole list I should have gone to.” Babbled Harry. “It's a lot to me, so I'm having a slight breakdown.”
There was a loud CRASH from downstairs, so both of them jumped and raced down, only to find a familiar red haired, lanky, grinning, boy in the fireplace. “Harry! Come on, you won't believe what a pain this was. Get your things, you're not going to believe this! Oh, I got your letter. Hedwig is unusually fast for an owl, not that I’m complaining, but you should still get that checked out.”
Harry coughed, choking on shock. “Ron? What the hell are you doing? Wait, I was right? Bud, I was just having a crisis! Okay, fine, I'll get my things, but Ginny better also remember.”
Ron blushed. “Er, sorry mate, just our year. There's a lot of stuff you need to catch up on, but for now I need to rescue you so you can write a report so that we can have six normal school years. And no, you're not going to have to kill the Basilisk this time. And yes, I've got the rat and Susan working with her aunt for a trial.”
Harry blinked. Once, twice, three times, and broke into a grin. “Sweet. I am not dying again, so we'd better research how to get the horcrux out of me this time. Okay, let me grab my stuff, fix the mess you made, and wait, does the trace even work on us?”
Ron shrugged. “We don't think so, Mione could cast small spells at her house. Also, we're pretty sure our magical cores did not regress with our bodies.”
“Sweet. Accio trunk! Reparo! See yah, never, fam!” Harry called, before slipping into an emerald green fire.
“Harry!” A bunch of voices called.
Harry grinned. “Hey, guys! Good to see you all alive. No, I'm not going to deal with my feelings, yes I will burst into tears upon seeing anyone who died, yes I will be detailed in my report, no, I will not see a therapist unless it's one of you guys. Got it?”
“Yep.” The voices chimed, and Neville came over to him.
“Harry! We all woke up this morning, remembered everything, and quickly gathered together. Everyone, I do mean everyone, agrees that we don't want a repeat of last time, and so we're trying to form some type of government. The issue is that we need your report, because you have the most info.”
Harry nodded. “Yep, understood. Get me a quill and some parchment, I can have our first year done in an hour. The rest might take some time though. Especially our first fourth year. That was a right mess.”
“Oh, tell me about it!” Hermione said, squeezing between the two and hugging Harry. “Hey, Harry! Ugh, I had finally finished school and gotten a job. I shouldn't have repeated 7th year, but I just couldn't help it!”
Harry shot up like a rocket. “Oh, Cedric! I'm not taking any chances, we need to drill him. Susan, you're close to him, send him a letter saying Harry Potter is going to be quizzing him on graveyards, and the only correct answer is ‘run like hell’. Please?”
Susan snorted and shook her head. “Yeah, I can do that. What should I say, I met my classmates, and Harry Potter has this feeling that he needs to learn that if he ever ends up in a graveyard by accident, he should run like the devil himself is after him?”
“That works, yeah. Just alert him that over the next four years, I'll be randomly coming up to him saying you're in a graveyard, and the only answer I'll accept is ‘run like mad’, or derivatives of said phrase. Then I will leave him to whatever he was working on.”
With a chuckle, Susan turned away. “You've got it, Harry. I'll work on that while you write your report for us.”
“Okay, okay, I get it, work on the report.” Harry laughed. “On it now. Just leave me to it and don’t interrupt my flow!” He started writing down every detail he could remember of his first year, everything that led up to the fight with Quirell. Once that was done, he got a fresh piece of parchment to write down his second year, making sure when he mentioned destroying the diary that it ended up being a horcrux. Then he added a note saying ‘see report Extra Detail, paragraph three’, and left it there.
Ron came up to him around eleven and sat down. “Time for bed, mate. I know you’re in the zone, but sleep is important too. You can keep working tomorrow.”
Harry looked up at the clock, and seeing how late it was, set the quill down. “I didn’t know it had gotten so late. I finished years one through three though, which is nice. Hey, where are we? Where are we sleeping?”
“The Bones summer home. Amelia Bones knows about our whole situation, so she offered to let us stay in one of their extra summer homes.” Explained Ron. “Now come on, you’re bunking with me.”
He reached up and stretched before standing up. “Yeah, okay, that sounds pretty nice. Oh, I should go to Gringotts tomorrow. Get a key for myself, and see if I can be Lord Potter, since, you know, technically I’m seventeen.”
Ron shrugged. “Yeah, a bunch of the heirs were planning on going and checking it out tomorrow as well. Two days really isn’t enough time for what we plan. Now come on, time for bed.”