Contains spoilers for Order of the Phoenix.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters contained within the series. The only thing in this story that is mine is the idea itself, and even that plays off of the ideas of J.K. Rowling and the world she has created in her books. I'm making absolutely no money off of this, so please don't sue. You probably wouldn't want what little I have anyway. After having said that, on with the story.
Chapter One: A Glimmer of Hope
Rating: PG
"Ouch!" Harry hissed as the now familiar pain shot through his scar. He rubbed it as he lay in the darkness of his room at Number four Privet Drive. The fluctuations in Voldemort's mood have made the searing pain all too common over the summer.
At one time it served as a type of alarm. It allowed him to know that Voldemort was attempting to return to power as he grew stronger. Of course that was old news now. Especially since the Ministry of Magic has finally admitted to the truth of Harry's claims. Now hardly a day goes by that the Daily Prophet doesn't seem to be dedicated to current speculations on the matter. Going on the paper's reports it seems that spotting confirmed Death Eaters have become as popular as the muggle craze of Elvis sightings. Hordes of people are claiming to have seen them, and in the most unlikely places. One witch seems to think that her elderly next door neighbor is offering them free housing, a claim that the wizard firmly denies. Another person is convinced that he saw the back of Lucius Malfoy's head standing at the counter in a muggle fast food restaurant. That one almost made Harry laugh. He knew that even if Draco's father wasn't currently residing in Azkaban, then his disdain for all things muggle related would keep him far from that place, unless he was planning mayhem that is.
No, now that everyone has become aware of Voldemort's return, Harry's scar has been of little use. Instead it has served as a frequent annoyance, and a burden of remembrance. It was this connection with Voldemort that made him believe his godfather was in danger only a couple months before. This led him to attempt a rescue, but in the end he only succeeded in leading Sirius away from safety and right into the waiting arms of death.
Despite what Dumbledore told him, he can't help but believe most of the blame lies on his own shoulders. There are so many things he should have done differently and anyone of them might have kept Sirius alive. If he had put more effort into his Occlumency lessons as Dumbledore warned him to, if he had listened to Hermione when she rationalized that his latest "vision" just didn't seem likely, hell even if he thought of going to Snape before breaking into Umbrige's office to use her fireplace.things could have happened differently. Now it was too late. He could lie there and think of all the 'what ifs' he wanted, but none of them could bring Sirius back. What's done is done and he can't change the past.
Harry suddenly paused to consider his own thought. .he can't change the past.? His mind sprinted wildly. But can't he? An idea was beginning to take form in his mind. Why can't he change it? Harry felt like slapping himself. How could he forget? Even more, why did no one else think of this? With the help of Hermione, he managed to save his godfather once before from the Dementors at the end of his third year. They used Hermoine's Time- Turner to go a short distance into the past to rescue him and Buckbeat. If a Time-Turner made it possible to save him then, why not use one save him now?
A wide grin spread across Harry's face as he jumped out of bed and flicked on his overhead light. This will work. This has to work, he thought to himself as he reached for his parchment and a quill. Immediately he began to write two identical letters. One addressed to Ron, the other to Hermione.
I know what to do. It's brilliant, and I can't believe
it's taken me this
long to think of it. A Time-Turner! I can save Snuffles
with a Time-Turner!
I don't have an exact plan yet, but it needs to be flawless. So I'll need
your help. Write back as soon as you can.
Harry
He went to the corner of his room where a snoozing Hedwig was perched. He softly tapped on her cage. The owl opened her eyes and looked at him lazily.
"I have a couple of letters I need you to deliver." At the mention of letters Hedwig's eyes became alert. "Now this is really important, so I need you to get these to Ron and Hermoine as quickly as possible."
Hedwig straightened her back and stood proudly. Her expression appeared surprised Harry would suggest she might do it any different. Then she strode towards him as he opened the door to her cage. She hopped out and perched herself on his forearm before he went back to the desk. Reaching for the letters he then proceeded to attach them to the owl's leg.
"Be careful." He whispered as he opened the window to let her out. She gave a soft hoot in response before taking flight. Harry watched her until she glided out of sight before closing the window and turning off the lights. A weight Harry hadn't been aware of was now lifted from his chest. He didn't want to consider all the obstacles standing in his path. Not just yet. He has been given a glimmer of hope for the first time since before he left Hogwarts. He would leave the problem solving until tomorrow. Right now all he wanted to focus on was that hope, and nothing else.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters contained within the series. The only thing in this story that is mine is the idea itself, and even that plays off of the ideas of J.K. Rowling and the world she has created in her books. I'm making absolutely no money off of this, so please don't sue. You probably wouldn't want what little I have anyway. After having said that, on with the story.
Chapter One: A Glimmer of Hope
Rating: PG
"Ouch!" Harry hissed as the now familiar pain shot through his scar. He rubbed it as he lay in the darkness of his room at Number four Privet Drive. The fluctuations in Voldemort's mood have made the searing pain all too common over the summer.
At one time it served as a type of alarm. It allowed him to know that Voldemort was attempting to return to power as he grew stronger. Of course that was old news now. Especially since the Ministry of Magic has finally admitted to the truth of Harry's claims. Now hardly a day goes by that the Daily Prophet doesn't seem to be dedicated to current speculations on the matter. Going on the paper's reports it seems that spotting confirmed Death Eaters have become as popular as the muggle craze of Elvis sightings. Hordes of people are claiming to have seen them, and in the most unlikely places. One witch seems to think that her elderly next door neighbor is offering them free housing, a claim that the wizard firmly denies. Another person is convinced that he saw the back of Lucius Malfoy's head standing at the counter in a muggle fast food restaurant. That one almost made Harry laugh. He knew that even if Draco's father wasn't currently residing in Azkaban, then his disdain for all things muggle related would keep him far from that place, unless he was planning mayhem that is.
No, now that everyone has become aware of Voldemort's return, Harry's scar has been of little use. Instead it has served as a frequent annoyance, and a burden of remembrance. It was this connection with Voldemort that made him believe his godfather was in danger only a couple months before. This led him to attempt a rescue, but in the end he only succeeded in leading Sirius away from safety and right into the waiting arms of death.
Despite what Dumbledore told him, he can't help but believe most of the blame lies on his own shoulders. There are so many things he should have done differently and anyone of them might have kept Sirius alive. If he had put more effort into his Occlumency lessons as Dumbledore warned him to, if he had listened to Hermione when she rationalized that his latest "vision" just didn't seem likely, hell even if he thought of going to Snape before breaking into Umbrige's office to use her fireplace.things could have happened differently. Now it was too late. He could lie there and think of all the 'what ifs' he wanted, but none of them could bring Sirius back. What's done is done and he can't change the past.
Harry suddenly paused to consider his own thought. .he can't change the past.? His mind sprinted wildly. But can't he? An idea was beginning to take form in his mind. Why can't he change it? Harry felt like slapping himself. How could he forget? Even more, why did no one else think of this? With the help of Hermione, he managed to save his godfather once before from the Dementors at the end of his third year. They used Hermoine's Time- Turner to go a short distance into the past to rescue him and Buckbeat. If a Time-Turner made it possible to save him then, why not use one save him now?
A wide grin spread across Harry's face as he jumped out of bed and flicked on his overhead light. This will work. This has to work, he thought to himself as he reached for his parchment and a quill. Immediately he began to write two identical letters. One addressed to Ron, the other to Hermione.
I know what to do. It's brilliant, and I can't believe
it's taken me this
long to think of it. A Time-Turner! I can save Snuffles
with a Time-Turner!
I don't have an exact plan yet, but it needs to be flawless. So I'll need
your help. Write back as soon as you can.
Harry
He went to the corner of his room where a snoozing Hedwig was perched. He softly tapped on her cage. The owl opened her eyes and looked at him lazily.
"I have a couple of letters I need you to deliver." At the mention of letters Hedwig's eyes became alert. "Now this is really important, so I need you to get these to Ron and Hermoine as quickly as possible."
Hedwig straightened her back and stood proudly. Her expression appeared surprised Harry would suggest she might do it any different. Then she strode towards him as he opened the door to her cage. She hopped out and perched herself on his forearm before he went back to the desk. Reaching for the letters he then proceeded to attach them to the owl's leg.
"Be careful." He whispered as he opened the window to let her out. She gave a soft hoot in response before taking flight. Harry watched her until she glided out of sight before closing the window and turning off the lights. A weight Harry hadn't been aware of was now lifted from his chest. He didn't want to consider all the obstacles standing in his path. Not just yet. He has been given a glimmer of hope for the first time since before he left Hogwarts. He would leave the problem solving until tomorrow. Right now all he wanted to focus on was that hope, and nothing else.