Changing The Past
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  • Reads 172,265
  • Votes 5,575
  • Parts 24
  • Time 7h 9m
Ongoing, First published Aug 11, 2021
Mature
Introduction - 
          
         "Remember boy, you will not make any noise whatsoever tonight or you will be in a world of pain. Do you understand me?"

            "Yes."
      
              "Yes what?" 

               "Yes, sir, I understand you." 

               "Good. Go on boy, get!" Vernon nodded and pointed towards the stairs. Harry numbly ran up the stairs to his room which was originally Dudley's second bedroom. The bedroom didn't have more than a ratty mattress on a broken bed frame, a brown dresser in the corner near a window that was bolted shut and covered in bars, a nightstand near the bed on it, a broken lamp, and a desk that seemed a million years old. 

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Credit to the story Lord of Time on AO3 for giving me some ideas!! This is basically my own take on that!
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