AN: So I have read a lot of stories where Harry is de-aged or where he is sent to the past to teach, but what if he is de-aged and sent to the past so he can have a good childhood? With his parents, although not like usual. So he will be de- aged to 5 years old, during his parents 4th year. Like with all my stories, if you ever see anything you would want to use in your stories go ahead just please credit me and also, PLEASE send me a link to your story as I would LOVE to read it. So without any further ado… Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter

Harry's POV:

I had this weird feeling. I don't really understand it though. I had just killed Voldemort. I should be ecstatic. I had told Madam Pomfrey I had no life-threatening injuries and to go to people that needed her more than I did. She grudgingly agreed.

I was getting nervous though. Dumbledore and I had talked when I, well, when I died. He had this mad twinkle in his eyes that made me think he was up to something. He had mentioned something about how sorry he was with how I grew up and how I deserved to have a good childhood next time. That last part had been whispered but I still heard it.

The weird feeling came back. It was a mix between apparating, port keying, and some kind of disgusting liquid being poured down my throat, making me shudder. I yelled out in alarm as white light engulfed me, I was… I was shrinking! WHAT?

The light faded and I was laying on the ground at… a manor? There were 2 boys not to far away, looking at me in astonishment before running over to me. One looked like I did, but with hazel eyes, and one looked a lot like the young Sirius I saw in my photo albums.

'Dumbledore, what have you done?' I thought as I looked down to see my five-year-old body. Scrawny as ever, with a hand-shaped bruise on my arm that was visible with my baggy t-shirt and jeans. Dumbledore put me in my younger body, same condition as when I was five, and same clothes, and sent me to the past. I looked up as the two boys approached me. They looked about 14. My future dad reached me and knelt down. Obviously I didn't look very threatening.

"Are you okay? Who are you? How did you get past the wards?" He asked, taking in my appearance.

"I-I d-don't really know." I thought for a second. I should keep my name so I don't make a slip up. But what if I slipped up with other things? Should I tell them the truth? To my horror my 5-year-old brain started to take control of his 17 year old one. And his 5-year-old brain didn't want to hurt anymore. He wanted his daddy. "My name is Harry James Potter. I came from the future! And you're my daddy!" I said pointing at James. His mature mind could not do anything but think 'What are you doing?' but his 5-year-old mind and body wanted his daddy.

He held his arms up to a gob smacked James Potter, his bruised and welted back making him wince. James looked at an equally shocked Sirius before hesitantly picking the young boy up. Harry whimpered.

"Harry, are you hurt?" James asked.

"Daddy, will you make the booboo's go away? Don't send me back! Please! I wanna stay with you! I don't wanna go back!" Harry said frantically, burying his face in his dad's neck. In his mind he was thinking 'what am I saying? What am I doing?' It was like his mature mind had no control.

~oOo~

James's POV:

I was feeling a lot of things. Alarmed, shocked, confused, worried, etc.… I didn't know what to do. Sirius had been allowed to come stay with us for the last 2 weeks, and tomorrow was September 1st where we would be on the train to school for our 4th year.

I looked at Sirius who held his hands up in the hey-don't-look-at-me gesture while shrugging. I looked down at the little boy who claimed to be my future son. I felt protective of Harry already. I know it sounds crazy but I believed Harry.

"Shhh Harry, shush, it's alright, I've got you. Hey kiddo, can you tell me how old you are?"

Harry didn't speak, but he held his hand up and open, like he was going to give a high-five.

"Five?" Sirius asked softly. Harry nodded against my neck. I rubbed his back and looked to Sirius, and back at Harry.

"Hey Harry? I'm going to take you up to that big house okay? That's where I live and we can fix your booboo's and figure all this out okay?" I asked.

He nodded once more and we set off for the manor. When we arrived at the door Sirius opened it for me.

"Mum! Dad! Can you come to the sitting room please?" I said loudly, not shouting because I didn't want to scare Harry.

We made our way to the sitting room and my mum and dad showed up within the next few seconds.

"James, wha-" Dad's question was stopped short as he spotted me holding Harry. I had tried to set him down on the sofa but it made him cling to me tighter. "Who's this James? Sirius?"

"You won't believe us." Sirius stated.

"Boys, there is hardly anything you could come up with to startle us anymore." Mum said. She had a good point but I was dying to prove her wrong. I smiled.

"Okay then…"Sirius said, smiling as well.

"Meet your future grandson!" I exclaimed.

"That's a new one." Mum's shocked voice rang through the room. She shook out of it. "Very funny James, now who is he?"

"Mum, I'm being completely serious here. He showed up in our wards, so Sirius and I went to investigate." I started.

"And then we asked him who he is and how he got here," Sirius continued. "He said his name was Harry James Potter and he is James's son from the future."

"And who is the mother?" I blinked at my mum's question. How did I not think to ask that? I looked down at Harry.

"Hey Harry? Could you tell me your mum's name?"

"Lily." He whispered it but I was still able to hear him, but no one else did. My face must have been one of pure shock.

"James?" Dad asked. "Who is it?"

I looked in Harry's eyes and saw the proof. He had her eyes. Lily Evans. I marry Lily!

"James?"

"Lily! I marry Lily!" I said. I couldn't hold back the excitement in my voice.

"Nice going Prongs!" Sirius told me.

"We need to talk to Dumbledore, and Lily should be informed." My dad said. "Let's talk to Dumbledore first, and while I get him, Harry looks like he has a couple of injury's. Dorea, could you help him?"

"Of course Charlus. James, could you put him on the couch please?" Mum asked.

"Huh?" I was still imagining marrying Lily Evans. "Oh uh no. He doesn't want me to put him down." As soon as she had said that, I felt Harry's arms tighten around my neck, just short of choking me. My mum moved forward.

"Harry?" She asked gently. Harry peaked out at her before burying his face back in my neck. "It looks like you got hurt, can I help you?"

"Harry, she can make the booboo's go away." I whispered to him.

"No! I want my daddy! I don't wanna be by myself!" He said frantically, as if he thought I would leave him as soon as I put him down.

"Harry, it's okay, I won't leave. I promise I'll be right here okay?" I tried.

"No!" He yelled, gripping me even tighter.

"Harry, can't breathe!" He loosened just enough for air to get in my lungs.

"Harry, what if Ja- your dad, sits with you? You can sit on his lap? I want to make you feel better." Mum asked him.

"Harry? Do you want me to sit with you?" I asked him quietly, grateful for my mum.

"You won't leave me?"

"No Harry, I'll be here the whole time, you'll be on my lap." He finally nodded, albeit reluctantly.

So I walked over to the couch as Sirius went to get a glass of water for Harry after I asked him to. I persuaded Harry to release the monster grip he had me in and got him to sit in my lap. He was curled in a ball, sideways, his head buried in my shirt. I rubbed his back as my mum took a diagnostic scan. She was reading the paper, her eyes growing darker.

"What is it mum?" I asked.

She just shook her head and handed me the paper. The first thing I noticed was his full name at the top, parents, Lily and myself, and date of birth July 31, 1980. I looked at his injuries and my eyes widened in shock. He had a wrist that hadn't been healed properly, and multiple bruises, from the age of… 2? Malnutrition from a year old? Exhaustion? Bad sun burns? And he had welts from a belt that started when he was four and a half. No way would I ever do that, and I know Lily wouldn't either. I gave my mum the paper, and motioned for her to show Sirius. I trusted him, he was probably Harry's godfather. Sirius had the same reaction as us.

"Harry? Hey bud, can you look at me real quick?" I asked. When he looked up I smiled reassuringly. "Who hurt you kiddo?"

"Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon and Dudley." He said in a whisper so quiet I had to lean in to hear.

"Why were you with them?"

"I lived there. You and mummy got hit with the green light by the bad man on Halloween."

I gaped. Green light, that's the killing curse. Bad man? Did he mean Voldemort? And it must have been Halloween when he was a year old, instead of a few months, because that's when the injuries started. I looked at my mum and Sirius. Mum had hands over her mouth, tears falling down her face. I can't blame her, she just heard that her only son would die in 6 years. Sirius… He had a mix of emotions in his face. Anger, worry, sadness, disbelief.

~oOo~

Harry's POV:

My mature mind had no control over what I was saying. I had the knowledge still, but it was going to my five-year-old brain, which was putting into terms it understood and telling the occupants in the room. They were horrified with the information they were receiving, but my mouth wouldn't stop.

"And then he tried to send green light at me" Dad paled at that. "But it didn't work so I got this." I showed him my scar. He, along with the other two were shocked. "Then I was put on the Dursley's doorstep and they put me in the cupboard under the stairs, and made me cook and do chore. And they hurt me daddy! I wanna stay with you! Please don't send me back!"

"Bu-but you surely would have gone to Sirius?" He asked, stumped.

I shook my head. "He went to Azkaban being framed by Peter, who told Voldemort where you were hiding 'cause you thought Siri would be to obvious for secret keeper."

"W-wait… Peter? Peter Pettigrew? Sells us out to Voldemort?" I nodded. Sirius's expression turned to fury.

"I'm gonna kill him."

"No you aren't Sirius. I'm angry as well, but Harry needs help first. We will figure it out later. Lily and I won't die. We will raise Harry. Nothing is going to happen. You won't go to Azkaban either. Harry? And I know Remus wouldn't have been able to take him, but you do know him right?"

My eyes lit up. "Moony!" Dad breathed a sigh o relief.

"I know he couldn't take you, but I'm glad he knows you. But why wouldn't he have gotten you away from your aunt and Uncles?"

"He didn't know." I said quietly.

"Okay, okay. We will figure this all out later when dad and Dumbledore are here. Mum?" He asked looking up at her. I noticed she was crying but she nodded. I tried hiding my face again but my grandma stopped me.

"Harry, sweetie, I need you to take off your shirt first okay? So I can get rid of all those ouchies?" I looked at dad and he smiled at me reassuringly, starting to pull the sleeve off one of my arms. I reluctantly helped him and hid my face when it came off. I was grateful they were able to hold back their gasps of shock.

~oOo~

Meanwhile…

Charlus's POV:

I flooed to Albus's office without asking and saw Minerva was in his office as well.

"Charlus?" Albus asked, surprised.

"Albus, I'm sorry for the intrusion, but we had quite an… interesting event happen at the manor. And we need your help, we have no idea how to deal with this really." Both Albus and Minerva's eyebrows went up.

"Please sit down Charlus. Is it alright if Minerva is here as well?"

"Yes, it's actually probably best, as it may affect James's schooling a bit." I said sitting down in the chair besides Minerva who looked alarmed.

"What's happened Charlus? Is James alright?"

"Yeah, it's not bad… It's just… I guess the best way to describe it is life changing. We had a, well, a visitor appear at our manor."

"Visitor? What do you mean by appear? You make it sound unusual?"

"Well, you see Albus. It was a 5 year-old boy, he appeared in our yard, where Sirius and James were. And he claims to be… Well you see sir he claims to be James's son from the future." I said, deciding to get straight to the point.

"What?" Minerva asked.

I nodded and began the tale. Everything I knew, including the mother.

"That's quite the tale there. Perhaps we should travel to the manor so I may meet this boy myself?" Albus asked. I quickly agreed and we flooed away one by one.

AN: There's the first chapter! Tell me what you think and give me suggestions. The next chapter will include Future-dead Dumbledore visiting Harry in a dream and explaining everything. I was wondering if I should bring Lily in next chapter? Or maybe them wait until the train ride because school is staring the next day? This is your story as well, I want you to like what you're reading so let me know what you want to see! Please review! And check out my other stories! And remember: if you ever see anything you would want to use in your stories go ahead just please credit me and also, PLEASE send me a link to your story as I would LOVE to read it Bye!