"Nooo!" Harry screamed. "No!"

Stop, stop the story let me explain. I am Severus Snape. Although most of you will know me as the Greasy Git from the Dungeons, now I am just trying to comfort Harry. Harry is Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One or whatever people are calling him now. The final battle has just ended; Old Voldie is dead so everyone should be happy, right? Wrong. Harry and I are the only ones left. So I am trying to comfort Harry and get him to look in the book he got from his Gringotts vault to see if there is a way to go back in time and save everybody.

Anyway, on with the story.

"Nooo!" Harry screamed. "No!"

"Harry, listen, Harry, HARRY!" Harry stopped.

"Right." Severus continued. "Look in the book you got from your vault and see if there is a way to go back in time a couple of years."

Harry stared. "What? But that would mean that everyone will be alive again!"

"Thank you captain obvious, it seems you are as much of a dunderhead as your father," Snape sneered, but it was clear he didn't mean it: he had gotten past his hatred for James Potter in Harry's sixth year. Harry just rolled his eyes and opened the book.

There was a way to go back in time, and they were going back at the end of the week, in just 6 days time.

When Friday came, Harry and Severus were ready. They had picked up all their clothes and items they needed and had put them into their trunks. Harry opened a portal and they stepped in. They had decided to go back to the day before Harry's eleventh birthday so that Severus could be nicer to Harry without it looking suspicious, they could stop Quirrel without anyone getting hurt, save Sirius and Cedric, and stop the basilisk from killing people - maybe they could be friends. Harry also decided that he was going to be a better friend to Neville this time round. He was a surprisingly fierce and strong fighter in the final battle. He had just needed more self-confidence.

Harry shook himself out of his thoughts; thinking about his friends was painful. Severus saw Harry deep in thought then shake himself out of it, and he knew what he was thinking about. He was worried about Harry: he had lived his whole life in war or been hated. It seemed that he would never get a break, but of course he was Harry Potter – he changed Murphy's Law from whatever can go wrong will go wrong to whatever can go wrong will go wrong with the most embarrassing and horrible results possible. Yep, that was Harry.

Then they landed!

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Yes fixed it! =)