N/A: I do not own Harry Potter, and, sadly, never will. J.K Rowling is the master mind behind the characters. This story is a remake of one called The Past Experiences by ktwesterna. We have permission to publish this story.

Chapter 1

"Ginny, are you sure you're alright?" Harry Potter asked his red-headed wife Ginny Potter.

"Harry, stop worrying, I'm fine." Ginny insisted.

"I know, but I just can't help it." Harry apologized.

She just looked down at him a smiled. "It's okay. I'll be fine." She laid a reassuring hand on her

husband's shoulder. He looked up and smiled at her. "Okay." He agreed.

A loud pop came from the fire, followed by a large tawny owl. The owl screeched, dropped a letter on Harry's lap and flew out the window.

It was silent. Harry and Ginny were dumbfounded by the strange arrival of the letter.

Ginny turned and looked toward the fireplace. "They sent an owl through floo powder?" Ginny asked.

"Apparently." Harry picked up the letter on his lap on ripped open the envelope.

"Who's it from?" Ginny asked.

Harry stood up and unfolded the parchment. "It's from McGonagall."

He paced in front of the fireplace as he read the letter.

Mr. Potter,

Dumbledore wants to talk to you. Please come quickly.

Head Mistress Minerva McGonagall,

Harry folded the letter back up and walked to the fireplace.

"What did it say?"

"Oh, nothing. It's not important." Harry lied and reached his hand into the floo powder pot.

"Yes it is! What did it say!?" Ginny stood up and ran over to Harry.

"Ahhh, Ginny no!" Harry grabbed a hand full of the powder and jumped into the fire. "Hogwarts, head mistress's office!"

"Harry!" Ginny yelled, while reaching her hand into the green fire.

With a loud pop, Harry fell out of the fireplace and into Dumbledore's old office. When he stood up he saw McGonagall sitting in the chair behind the desk and behind her was the portrait of Albus Dumbledore.

"Hello Minerva, Dumbledore."

McGonagall looked at the painting and then at Harry. "I'll leave you two alone." With that, she walked across the room and through the door.

"Good evening, Harry."

"Good evening, sir. You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, Harry, I do. It is about your parents."

Harry's head shot up, curious.

"In their seventh year the DADA teacher was a young man by the name of Professor Porter. Have you heard of him?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, sir." Harry replied.

"Well, Mr. Potter, it was you."

"What? How's that possible?" Harry was taken aback.

"The time-turner on my desk is a very special time-turner. It will take you back a year at a time and you will be able to go and teach your parents in the DADA class twenty-one years ago."

"Wait, right now?" Harry's eye's were wide in shock.

"Yes, Harry, now."

"But sir, I can't leave Ginny, she's sick." Harry protested.

"You must do it now Harry, once you have completed one year you turn the hourglass the opposite direction twenty times in order to return to the present."

"Sir-"

"You must Harry, go to my office, it will be a month before the school year starts, and sign up for the DADA position."

"But-"

"Harry," Dumbledore said sternly, "Take the time-turner and go, now."

"Yes, sir," Harry grabbed the time-turner and slid the chain around his neck. After twenty-one turns Harry disappeared in a flash of light.