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Summary: Someone is messing with the timeline, why are they doing it and what has it got to do with Harry's parents?

Authors note: This is my first Harry Potter fan fic so please be nice and remember to review and tell me what you think, thanks.

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"Lily".

"James please don't leave me".

"James".

Anguished sobs tore through the air as two people were pulled further and further away from each other. Tears poured down the young woman's face as she tried desperately to keep hold of the young mans hands.

"James please don't let me go," she cried at the young man as her long red hair fell across cheeks stained with tears.

"James," she cried with a voice full of anguish as she felt her body being pulled further away from him.

"Lily," cried the young man grabbing hold of the tips of her fingers.

"James please," sobbed Lily as with a final tug her hands were pulled away from his.

"Lily come back," cried the young man "Lily".

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"NO," cried Harry as he shot up in bed with a start banging his head on the bookshelf above him. With a loud bang the shelf and all the books it contained crashed to the floor. He stared unseeingly at the things scattered around him in his bedroom while rubbing his head where he'd hit it on the bookshelf.

"HARRY," bellowed a familiar voice from the next room "GET BACK INTO BED NOW! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IT'S 3 IN THE MORNING?"

Harry however didn't take the slightest bit of notice of what the voice, which was the voice of his uncle, was saying. He got out of bed quickly, avoiding the books and various other bits and pieces scattered around the room and walked over to his desk groping around on it until he found his glasses. Questions buzzed around his head as he walked over to the open window and looked out unseeingly into the black, starless night sky. Were those really his parents he could hear and see? Was something really wrong or was it just a dream? Questions he couldn't answer buzzed around and around in his head giving him a headache. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep after this so he tried to focus on something else. He looked out of the window trying to see if anything interesting was happening down there but as usual everything was silent and ordinary nothing ever happened down Privet Drive. Everyone cut their hedges the same and parked their cars in the same places. A wry smile crossed Harry's feature as he thought what would happen if a game of quidditch was started above the houses or if he gave the hedges legs so that they'd run away everytime someone tried to cut them. His Uncle Vernon would probably explode, literally and his cousin Dudley would probably run away and hide as he'd had some bad experiences with magic. A laugh escaped Harry's lips as he remembered the time Hagrid had given him a curly pigs tail and the way Dudley had covered his bottom with his hands and walked sideways everytime another wizard had come near him. Suddenly the picture disappeared as Harry spotted a movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to look back down at the deserted street.