Regained Moments

Harry cried himself to sleep in his cupboard, the cleaning supplies taking up most of the space, there was no comfortable position for him to be in, both because of the cramped space, and the smarting cuts and aching bruises covering him. The stool he was standing on had slipped, causing him to fall face first into the side by the sink, spilling the soapy water on the floor, and making his lip bleed as he accidentally bit his lip badly.

That alone would have been enough for him to be hurting, but he hadn't managed to clean up the water on the floor, or even knew he had left blood on the counter that he had to deal with, when Vernon came home. Harry had had no hope of fixing the stool he had been standing on though, no matter how much time he had been given.

Harry had given up hope by now that he would ever be happy with the Dursleys, and had learnt how little he could disturb the water without repercussions, but he had yet to give up hope that someone would come to take him away. He would sometimes have dreams of a man who was covered in scars who would always come with a man who could turn into a dog, and sometimes with a flying motorbike, but he would get punished if he said anything to the Dursleys about his dreams, although sometimes he would slip up.

He felt a sudden warmth, then he was in a bright, beautiful place. He could only assume he was dreaming because he had never been anywhere like this before, and it seemed far too nice to be somewhere he should be allowed to be.

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Harry's accidental magic was powerful enough to do what was impossible, to turn back time without a timeturner.

James had always wanted to be a father, and when his child came out of nowhere he decided that it didn't matter to him if the boy's mother didn't want to be involved with him or the child they had in at least one future, he was going to raise this child with love and he was never going to send him back.

Harry finally gets a life where he's well loved.