Hey this is the first story I've ever written! So reviews would really help and be appreciated! I know this chapter is kind of boring but it's just setting up the plot. Thanks I hope you enjoy it! :)
Chapter 1.
The bright moon created dark shadows in the trees of the gloomy Forbidden forest. Time seemed to close in on Harry Potter as he sat in the burnt ruins of Hagrids old Cabin. He didn't know where to go, but he had decided on this place so he could at least be away from the others. He regretted it as soon as he had gotten here because it reminded him of Hargid. It reminded him that he was the cause of everyone's deaths. His mother, father, serious, Hagrid, Remus and Tonks, Dumbledore, and just about 60% of Hogwarts students were now dead. All because of him. It was the last battle. The very last. Voldemort had finally stopped the slaughtering, and had told the whole surrounding area that he, Harry, must walk into the forest and accept his fate alone.
He didn't know what to do. He couldn't go into the forest with even the slightest hope of killing Voldemort because he had not found all of the Horcruxes. Even if he had, it would still be pointless because Voldemort had acquired the Elder Wand, and now, thanks to his former potions professor's death, had the means to wield it too.
Snape…
A wave of pure and heart wrenching guilt washed over his numb and bloody face. Snape. He had hated him. Absolutely despised him for killing Dumbledore. For torturing him all those years at school. He wished him dead. He had now found out that Snape was the only reason he was alive today. Snape had risked his life for years just to keep Harry safe.
Harry wept. Wept for his former teacher, wept for his friends and family. And even wept out of self-pity. There he was, a 16 year old boy, crumpled up in the corner of this small hut, bleeding from the numerous gashes he had acquired while fighting. He was utterly numb, except for the guilt and emotional pain, which seemed to completely consume his body.
He shook his head in an effort to keep his emotions under control. He couldn't just sit here and cry forever. He had to make a decision, and fast. He knew that giving himself to Voldemort wouldn't do any good for his remaining friends. He knew that Voldemort would slaughter everyone as soon as he was dead anyway.
But Harry wanted to die…
He had no other choice.
After a few minutes, that seemed like an eternity, Harry Potter, shakily got up. And with bare feet, tattered robes that were drenched in blood, and a face that was utterly hopeless and resigned, steadily made his way to the door. Here he picked up his jacket that lay on the ground and put it on. He then took the sorting hat that he had taken while in Dumbledore's office from the pocket, and placed it on his head.
He had taken it out of a last desperate attempt to see if he could get any kind of information from it. It did not speak to harry as it had once done all those years ago, but simply acted as a normal wizard's hat do to the many curses it had been hit with.
Harry almost got to the edge of the forest when he suddenly felt something hard and metal hit his skull. He let out a cry of pain and sunk to his knees. After a minute of getting over the shock, he ripped the hat viciously from his head and blinked the tears of pain from his eyes.
For a second harry thought he may have been hit by a curse, so he wildly looked around but no one was there. Then he saw it. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a glint of shiny gold from within the hat. He quickly shoved his hand in and grabbed whatever it was. He sat there staring at it. He knew exactly what it was because he and Hermione had used it in his 3rd year to rescue his Godfather, Sirius. Both of whom were dead now…
Just then harry had a wild and desperate thought. He took the time-turner in his hand , and with a determined and angry face he turned it for 60 years in the past.
