Chapter 2: Gryffindor Tower

"I need you to go to Privet Drive and check on the Dursley household. It would seem that the wards have broken for some reason," Albus said.

Severus didn't show his displeasure with being used as an errand boy. He had more important things to do.

He turned around and started heading for the door. He guessed he better get this out of the way so he could get back to his potions.

Out on the grounds, the scent of lush grass filled Harry's nostrils. The roars of dragons filled his ears. He breathed in. "Fuck," he groaned.

His body felt like shit. He pushed himself up slowly. A hand travelled to his temple. His head was spinning, and he hadn't even opened his eyes yet.

"So you have daal, returned, Dovahkiin."

Harry had to open his eyes. 'Oh, Kyne,' he thought. He was lying right next to a full-grown dragon.

"It would seem so," he said. He still wasn't quite used to Dragons simply speaking to him.

This one was so calm. He reached out and placed a hand against her side. Her silver-blue scales gleamed in the torchlight. In the distance, he could hear human voices.

"I will protect you," the silver-blue dragon said. "They will not see you."

"Thank you," Harry said. He hadn't expected to feel this disoriented. He'd been sent back; he knew that. He had accepted it. He checked himself over.

He had all of his things with him. That was good. His armour covered his glamour so he couldn't activate it. He would have to change out of the armour first.

Since the dragons were there he guessed that it was still his fourth year at Hogwarts and that his theory on frozen time might have been correct. He guessed he could ask the dragon. "Excuse me, nonvul jill," he said.

The dragon tilted her head and looked down at him. "Geh, little one," she said.

"Did I come back to the same tiid, time, that I left?" Harry asked.

"Geh, little time has passed," she said.

"What is your name, nonvul jill?" Harry asked.

"Dufo, little one," she said.

"Thank you for helping me," Harry said.

"You are welcome," Dufo said.

Harry smiled softly at her. So he really was back on Earth in his fourth year. He was so glad they had made that glamour. Now he could just blend right in.

He looked down at himself. Not in his armour though. He could just head up to the Castle invisible. It was probably better if he changed out of his armour first either way.

He moved closer to Dufo. He didn't want to be seen. He took his armour off one piece at a time and got some mage robes out of his backpack.

He would have to make sure that no one else could get into his backpack at some point. Or he could just hide it completely he guessed.

He activated the glamour. Back to Hogwarts then. This was not going to be easy.

Harry smiled at Dufo. "Pruzah vulon. I will see you another day," he said.

"Hahnu pruzah little Dovahkiin," Dufo said.

Harry turned invisible and walked out of the dragon pen. If he remembered correctly he had his invisibility cloak when he'd travelled with Hagrid to see the dragons.

He had to find it. Thankfully he could simply use Clairvoyance to locate it.

He walked through the forest and out on the other side. It had been six years since he'd last seen the castle. It looked very much the same as always which made perfect sense.

Harry walked slowly. The good thing about his glamour was that it softly suppressed his newer memories. That made it easier for him to go back in time all those years.

As he walked the halls of Hogwarts he slowly adapted back to the life that he had left behind.

Now, what was the password to Gryffindor Tower? He tried to remember as he stopped before the portrait of a sleeping fat lady. He could just guide her to open the portrait.

The Fat Lady didn't like being interrupted while she slept so that might just be the safer option. He reached out and sent a wave of magic through the portrait.

The Fat Lady mumbled and moved as the portrait clicked open. The security of this place was just dreadful.

He walked into the common room. The fire was burning in the fireplace. It cast a soft glow on the whole room.

The smells and the familiarity of the room had Harry stopping in his tracks. It was almost like the past six years had never happened. He obviously would never forget them.

He had done so much and met so many people that he cared for that those six years would be something he treasured forever. He couldn't live in those memories though.

He headed up to his dormitory and pushed his backpack under his bed. It was strange to be there again. He could hear Ronald snoring from his bed.

He still wasn't sure what he wanted to do with Ron. He didn't hate him. Ron was just a foolish child.

That was all. He didn't feel as if he could ever truly trust him again, but he didn't dislike him.

Harry sat down on his bed and brought forward the dragon egg he had been given. He would have to do his best to take care of them.

He closed the curtains to his bed and sealed them. He deactivated the glamour and laid down.

This was going to be rough.

20th of November, 1994.

Harry was up early the following morning. He was doing his best to get his old life in order in his head.

He didn't want to live it as he had. He knew he wanted to include Neville in his group of friends, but he also wanted to stretch out further than that.

Why should the Boy-Who-Lived only have two friends? That made no sense to him. Not anymore.