Summary: Harry, Ron and Ginny have gone back in time to redo their Hogwarts years. Cliché, I know, but hopefully. i can give it a twist. As DH compliant as possible. Obviously, the end is a little bit different than JKR's and much sadder and bloodier. Unfortunately, i had to do it that way, why else would they go back. I promise, the devilishly handsome Mr. Black is soon making an appearance.

A/N Hello, this chapter is just a mini little three part prologue. This sign _o.0.O.0.o_ just separates different parts. It is just to give insight into the characters' minds.

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Ginny Potter looked deep into her husband's eyes.

"Is this the only way?" she asked

"Yes. It's not going to be easy. The potions will take years to brew. They stew for months at a time."

"Months?" she asked weakly

"Yes, but we should be able to manage it." Harry replied

"Alright, let's do this." Ginny said, sounding more confident than she felt.

Harry flashed her a small smile before leaving the room. She sank into the nearest chair, letting the memories wash over her. She usually tried to keep from remembering, but it was too much.

At 20 years old, Ginny Potter, née Weasley was an orphan. Her mother and father had been murdered, along with four of her brothers on an attack on the Burrow shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Tears streamed down the young woman's face as she remembered the Battle. Over a hundred casualties, including Fred, Tonks, Lupin and Hagrid, not to mention the Hogwarts students. Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron had barely escaped with their lives. Voldemort had thought Harry had already left when he stopped his siege. Only with the passage to the Hog's Head had they been able to escape.

It had taken them two years to kill the final Horcrux and the soul in Voldemort's body. In those two years, they had lost Hermione, not to mention almost all of the Light side. All that remained were Harry, Ron, Ginny and a few others. Voldemort was gone, but not much was left over either. So a year after their empty victory, Harry had found a book on time travel in the famed Black library.

So that brought Ginny to the present. She was married. A very fast ceremony, that took place on her seventeenth birthday. The day she had become a legal adult, she had become Harry's life. That was the happiest moment she had, throughout the war. That one small shred of happiness was what she had held onto the past three years.

She was so unbelievably grateful to have Harry. He was the one who held her. He was the one who stopped her from shooting a Killing Curse to her temple. He was the one who had found a way back.

Sighing, she decided to stop stewing on the past, to focus on the future. She got up from the chair. She ventured downstairs to find her husband. She was going back.

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It had taken four years. It was supposed to take three, but they had made a mistake in the first year. Ron stared at the phials that held the potion. It had been divided into twelve. They had to take it four times each hour. He looked at Ginny, then at Harry before nodding. They each took a phial, and tipped it into their mouths. It burned his throat. A lot like whiskey. Silently, he left his sister, and his best friend to return to his room. He had four hours to look at the pictures. As he entered his room, he went straight to his desk. There were pictures scattered all over it. All of them had one constant. A bushy haired brunette. Ron had decided as soon as they had decided to travel back, to memorize the pictures of his late wife.

He gazed at a picture taken on his wedding day.

"I now pronounce you bonded for life," the man said.

He leaned over and kissed her. He kissed his wife. He kissed his Hermione.

As he pulled away, he looked deep into her soft brown eyes. He saw the happiness and joy they held. But he also saw the sorrow. The sorrow that was ever-present. The sorrow that he wished he could chase away, yet he knew he couldn't.

He was brought out of his reverie by Harry thumping him on his back.

"Congrats, mate! But I'm telling you, there's no getting rid of her now. I have enough trouble with this one." Harry gestured over to his own wife.

Ginny batted his shoulder before saying, "Don't listen to him. Congratulations! Now I finally have a sister."

Ginny hugged Hermione and whispered something in her ear. Ron didn't want to know what is was, as moments later, Hermione turned red.

Ginny laughed as Harry caught her around the waist.

"Well Ron, I guess we're just a couple of old married men," Harry said

The four friends had laughed. The best man and Maid of Honor didn't need to worry about hogging the newlyweds, seeing as they were the only guests.

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As Harry threw back the last phial of potion, he winced. Out of the corners of his eyes, he saw Ginny and Ron do just as he did. But unlike the last three times, the hot trail burning his throat did not dissipate. It spread out. It spread down his legs to his toes, and along his arms to his fingers. The burning increased until it was unbearable. It was so intense that he was only mildly aware of Ginny squeezing his hand. Soon, his vision swam, until everything went black. He was still aware, he just couldn't see. He felt himself falling, and he mentally braced himself for the collision with the ground. But it never came. He just kept falling and falling. Falling and pain. This was all he was aware of, for what felt like an eternity.

Suddenly he was aware of everything else. He couldn't see, but he could feel. Something hard behind his back. Something scratchy against his arms. He was lying down. He smelt too clean smell the Dursley's house always seemed to have. He heard the creaks a house made at night.

Finally, he opened his eyes. He saw the glow of his alarm clock. He saw the second hand go from :59 to :00. Most importantly, he felt the raw magical power flowing through his body.

Despite himself, he smiled. The plan had worked. Harry Potter was no longer 24 years old.

He was an 12 year old with a wealth of knowledge that could literally save lives.