Title: Going Back to Save them All

Rating: T

Summary: Harry Potter goes to bed as an old man and wakes up in his eleven year old body. Seeing this as a chance to rid the world of Voldemort early he decides to make some changes.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 2

"Headmaster, I'm back," Harry heard Snape tell Dumbledore.

"Glad that you've-I didn't-."

"He was being abused," Snape told him.

Dumbledore stood up and walked around his desk, approaching Harry. Harry doubled down on his defenses.

"Welcome back, Harry," Dumbledore said, "I'm Headmaster Albus Dumbledore."

"Harry," Harry said.

"What do you mean that he was being abused?"

"It seems that Mr. Potter didn't inform them that he got his Hogwarts letter. That oaf that's his uncle pushed him down. And he has a shiner as well."

"I'll have Madam Pomfrey check him over," Dumbledore told him. "He will have to go back."

"Back to a family that abuses him? If Minerva was here right-."

"If Minerva was here, what exactly would she do?" came the Scottish accent that Harry knew so well.

"Minerva," Dumbledore said.

"Well I must be important enough to be mentioned."

"Nothing-."

"His uncle shoved Potter to the ground," Snape told her.

She took one look at Harry and then Harry saw her sending spells at Dumbledore. It was funny, since he knew that Minerva had a temper.

"Now Minerva, I-."

"Don't now Minerva me," she snarled. "You knew! I told you that they were the worst muggles imaginable and you still sent him to live with them."

"Come along, Potter, we'll leave the adults to hash things out," Snape said and Harry was led away.

"Does she always get mad like that?" Harry asked, even though he knew the answer to that question.

"She's Scottish," he said, "They are famous for having nasty tempers. I'll take you to Diagon Alley so that you can get your things."

"Thanks," Harry said, "Do I really have to go back to the Dursley's?"

"No, I'll take you to someone that can watch you until it's time to get on the train."

Harry didn't ask who, he just didn't want to go back.

Diagon Alley was busy with witches and wizards out shopping. They first went to Gringotts, where Harry withdrew only enough for the term. He had never been a big spender and he didn't want Snape to conclude that he wanted everything in the world. He added some extra money to get himself some new clothes and a pair of shoes that he could wear when he wasn't in his robes.

This time around there was no stone removed from Gringotts. Harry figured that Dumbledore hadn't yet decided to put the stone at Hogwarts. Snape then took him to get his robes, though there was no Malfoy there. Harry knew that he would most likely come later.

"Excuse me," Harry said when he was finished.

"Yes," she said.

"I need clothes to wear when I'm not in my uniform. Is there any way that I could get some made."

"I can place your order," she told him. "You can come back in an hour."

"Thanks, I will," Harry told her and he left, Snape following behind.

Even though he had been to Diagon Alley a number of times he still loved it. He didn't get color changing ink, but green ink. He also got a journal, where he would transfer his notes (he kept them in his pocket) to them. In the apothecary he kept his hands behind his back as he looked at ingredients that he could tell what they were good for. Snape got him a basic potions kit, but Harry at once asked for the Potions Master kit.

"And what is a first year going to do with this?"

"Brew potions," Harry answered, as though that was the most obvious answer.

"Don't give me that line. You're going to use it to cause trouble."

"Excuse me, but I'm a new student. I don't know anything about the Wizarding world, thus I'm probably going to be bad at the subject.

"Then you don't need it."

"I want to be ready, that's all. Of course I could take my money to someone that will sell me the kit."

He growled at Harry, but Harry stood his ground.

"Fine," he snapped and then he looked at Snape. "This kid is going to be in Slytherin."

"I doubt it."

Harry would show him.

Several hours later they finally reached Ollivanders. Harry really didn't want Snape to find out that his wand core matched Tom's, but he doubted that Snape would leave him alone. When they entered Ollivander was putting wands away.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, I was wondering when I would see you again."

Harry said nothing.

And then, as before, Ollivander had him try on different wands. Harry blew up a table, shatter a vase, set Ollivander's hair on fire, and even vanished Snape's robes. That didn't go well with his future teacher.

"Sorry," Harry said and Ollivander righted things up.

"Don't be hard on him," he said, "I think that I might know which wand is for you."

Dread filled him as he had an idea which wand it would be. Sure enough he came back with 'his' wand. Ollivander handed him the wand and Harry reached for it. However, this time, there was no warmth. His magic didn't connect with the wand. Ollivander frowned and took it away.

"Maybe I was wrong," he said, "Well, we'll continue to look."

Four hours later Harry finally was paired with the wand that matched him. The strange thing was that it had only one owner, meaning that it was a used wand. Harry had to admit that it was much better cared for. When asked who had owned the wand before, Ollivander grinned at him.

"This was Merlin's wand," he said.

Harry had to grin at that connection.

Harry was allowed to spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron. He would then be taken to where he would be staying. His clothes were waiting on him since it had taken him hours to get his shopping done. He just paid for the service, the clothes, and they were his. The only thing that he hadn't gotten was a pet. He would get it in the morning.

"You want to stop at one more shop," Snape said when he checked out the next morning.

"Yes," Harry said, "I would like to get my pet."

"Fine, but don't be long."

Harry understood and hurried off.

Harry didn't go into the owl shop that Hagrid had gotten Hedwig, but into the shop that Hermione had gotten Crookshanks. He decided to get him early. He had a plan to get Sirius out of Azkaban before the moron did something stupid, like escape from Azkaban. He found the creature in a corner and bent down.

"Hay, would you like to come home with me?" he asked the cat.

Crookshanks rubbed his head against Harry's hand and purred. Harry took that as a yes.

"You bought that monster," Snape said when Harry came back with Crookshanks.

"Isn't he wonderful," Harry said.

"That thing nearly scalped me two years ago," Snape said and Harry wondered why that was the case.

"The witch said that he had been in there for ages."

"And I wonder why?" Snape said and Harry really wondered if Snape knew that he was echoing Ron Weasley's words. "Come on, and keep that thing away from me."

"Yes, Professor," Harry said.

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A/N: I know that I said that I would post once a week, but I had this chapter done and decided to post it. Thanks for all your awesome reviews.