Chapter 1: Time Travel.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood in the Headmistresses office at Hogwarts for the first time in over a year, waiting wearily for Professor McGonagall. It had been a long day. They wondered what could possibly be so important at this late hour.

"What d'ya reckon she wants?" Ron muttered.

"No Idea." Hermione said, her hand clutching his tightly. Harry remained silent, watching the painting of Albus Dumbledore snoring gently behind the desk.

Finally, the door banged open and the trio whipped around. A tired looking Professor McGonagall came striding into view. The loud noise had woken many of the snoring portraits and they looked around sleepily. The Headmistress sat down behind the desk, clutching what looked like a time-turner.

"Professor, what's going on?" Ron blurted out.

"Mr Weasley, the Ministry of Magic has been trying for over a year to create a time turner powerful enough to transport a person back years. We wish to send someone back to change the course of history. We won the war but at what price? We wish to go back and stop Voldemort before he can kill so many innocent people." The three just gaped at her.

"That's possible?" Harry finally spoke. She nodded and held up the object in her hand.

"This should take you back to this very spot on this date the year your parent's died Potter."

"We can save my parents?" He stared, open mouthed. She gave him a smile and nodded.

"I want to go." He said immediately.

"We actually want Miss Granger to go."

"WHAT! They are my parents!" Harry yelled.

"Yes Mr Potter. However, we feel that Miss Granger has more experience with time travel and would be the best to do the explaining. It's going to take some smoothing over to convince everyone that you are from the future. But, we do need you to do something." McGonagall said. Harry was fuming. After everything he had been through, McGonagall wanted someone else to go back and meet his parents.

"What is it?" Harry's voice was dull.

"We need you to write down everything that has happened since you were left at the Dursley's all those years ago. Well, since just before you started Hogwarts. Miss Granger will tell the story to a few selected people. This should give them enough information to hopefully destroy him back in that time."

"Who are you going to tell?" Ron asked.

"Myself and Albus obviously. I was thinking of Mr and Mrs Potter, Mr Black and Mr Lupin. Obviously Mr Pettigrew should not be involved."

"I get to see baby Harry!" Squealed Hermione. Harry groaned. "When would I leave Professor?"

"As soon as Harry has the notes for you." McGonagall told her. All three nodded. "Come back here when you are ready." They took the dismissal and left. Nobody spoke as they marched through the Hogwarts grounds to the boundaries where they could apparate back to Harry and Ginny's cottage. The walked in, each lost in their own thoughts. Ginny had food cooking and all three realised how hungry they were.

"What did Professor McGonagall want?" Ginny asked as they sat down to eat.

"To send Hermione back in time to save everyone who died fighting You-Know-Who." Said Ron casually. Ginny spat out her mouthful of food.

"What?"

"Yeah."

"Why not send Harry?"

"Apparently Hermione would handle it better than me." Harry said miserably.

"That's nonsense." Ginny said, indignant on his behalf. Although she secretly agreed that Hermione would be better at being diplomatic. Harry tended to act with his heart not his head, even though she loved him for that. She would probably have died if he didn't, back in her first year at Hogwarts.

Harry said nothing more for the rest of the meal. The others all chatted about the details of who could be saved and how their lives would be different.

Once he had finished, Harry excused himself and went to his bedroom. A few minutes later Ginny came in and sat on the bed beside him.

"I want to see them Ginny." He said in a quiet voice.

"I know Harry." She said, her voice matching his quiet tone. "But if Hermione is successful you can grow up with and live with them."

"I guess." He said dully. Ginny knew that nothing was going to stop Harry brooding if he really wanted to brood. He was the king of doing that. So she squeezed his arm and went back to the others. Harry lay back, closing his eyes and tried to remember everything that had happened over the last eight years.

As details came flooding back to him, he sat up and reached for a quill. Even if he couldn't see them, he could do this for his parents. And Sirius, and Remus. Everything he knew that could kill Voldemort would be his gift to them. He began writing and didn't stop until the sun finally peeked over the edge of the windowsill and he looked up with startled surprise. It was morning. He looked over at the bed and saw Ginny asleep, her flaming hair in a mess over the pillow. He smiled to himself. Stretching, Harry looked down at the piles of parchment that recounted his adventures in his first year at Hogwarts. At least James would get to find out his son was awesome at Quidditch. That was a bonus.

He couldn't wait to discuss his writing with Ron and Hermione. He needed to know if there was anything he missed. Yawning, he put down the quill and crawled into bed beside Ginny, wrapping one arm around her. Next moment, he had fallen asleep.

"Harry! Harry! Wake up." Hermione was standing over him shaking him arm.

"What?" He said groggily.

"Ron and I read what you wrote. It's amazing. You didn't miss a thing. We wanted to help you write the next few years."

"That would be great." He yawned. "Please do. But first, I want breakfast." He stood up and shooed Hermione out so he could get dressed. He ran to the kitchen just in time for Ginny to serve pancakes.

"'inny, you are a marvelous 'ook." Ron said through a huge mouthful of pancakes. Hermione hit him on the arm.

"Don't talk with your mouth full Ronald." Harry grinned and dug into his plate with gusto.

When they were all done, all four of them headed into the study to start writing the books together. As Ginny started Hogwarts in the next year she came along too. For the rest of the day they sat and wrote, laughing at their stupidity and giggling at some of the things they had done. Hermione blushed furiously when they had to write about Lockhart.

"Slimy git." Muttered Ron.

"Ron!" Exclaimed Hermione, but she was trying to hide a smile. Before long they had the next couple of years written.

"Telling those guys about our third year is going to be really painful." Harry said sadly. "We spend the entire thing thinking Sirius Killed mum and dad. Sirius is going to be beside himself. You should tell him that he didn't do it at the start."

"But I need to tell things in order." Hermione said.

"Yes, but give the man a little comfort. He is going to think he betrays his best and closest friend, getting them killed in the process."

"And don't forget how much he loved Harry. Everyone thought that Sirius wanted to kill Harry, that's going to be hard to hear." Put in Ginny. "You don't have to explain what happened, just let him know he didn't betray them."

"Ok." Hermione agreed. She didn't want to cause Sirius any pain either.

By that evening all but their last year had been written. Harry and Ginny had great fun reminiscing about their get together, while Ron and Hermione looked thoroughly embarrassed by their own behaviours. They also look embarrassed by how much arguing they actually had done. Harry just shook his head.

It was the day after before they could get the final part right. Every detail of the horrid battle, Each of them drew silent, tears sliding down their faces as they each remembered who they had lost. Once again they mourned for their friends and family, who had died to give them a better life.

"Come on," Muttered Harry, wiping the tears from his cheek. "This is why we are doing this. To bring them back." Everyone nodded and they finally finished the notes. Harry handed the great stack to Hermione.

"We should go to Hogwarts." Ron said quietly. The friends all nodded. Ginny kissed Harry goodbye and the trio apparated to Hogsmeade and walked up the path to Hogwarts, arm in arm. McGonagall wasn't in her office when they arrived but one of the portraits went to find her and she turned up about ten minutes later, looking grave.

"Are you ready Miss Granger?" Hermione nodded. She kissed Ron, took a deep breath and walked over to the time turner, clutching her notes tightly. She slipped the time turner on and got ready. As she turned it over the final time, there was a faint pop and she was gone. The others stared at the spot where she had been standing.

"Good luck Hermione." They whispered together.