It was the day after the final battle in July 1999 and Harry and Neville were making there way down to Hagrid's hut so that they could fix the damage it had undergone during the battle. The last three years had seen so much devastation so many had died before Britain fell the resistance had broken out in Hogwarts and upon the capture of Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger after they tried to enter Hogwarts and were betrayed by some of their closest friends, Ronald and Ginevra Weasley had taken the dark mark and turned to Voldemort's side. However a great battle broke out allowing the bloodbound brothers and their best friend to escape and find the last horcrux while their friends and family thought for their lives before eventually they defeated Voldemort and won. Currently however the brothers were approaching the hut when Hermione called out to them "Where are you off to?" Hermione asked as she approached. "We're going to fix Hagrid's hut since no one else has time to." Harry replied with a small smile at his best friend. "Mind if I join you?" Hermione asked. "Not at all." Neville replied, "Hagrid said it's in a real bad way so we could probably use help and besides we always do things together." She grinned and so the trio started walking again, they were so engrossed in conversation that they did not notice the strangers that cautiously approached the new golden trio, nor did they notice the runic cluster they were being drawn into until it was to late. At once six sky blue coloured spells engulfed them powering up the runes they stepped into and emitting a pulse of black energy knocking the trio to the floor, unmoving.
Neville tried to roll out of the way of the pulse of energy that had been thrown at him. Instead he just fell out of bed. "Neville are you awake?" he heard his Grandmother call. "I am now." he called back.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Nightmare and fell out of bed." he replied.
"Well get dressed nicely we're going to visit Frank and Alice today." she instructed. "Ok." he called back still half asleep. He dressed then opened the door to go down for breakfast. "Don't buy him his own wand." he heard his Uncle say, "He doesn't have enough magic to qualify the expense."
"I'm not going to." She replied, "He can use his father's just fine. We talked it over yesterday and he agreed."
"Don't know why you're even bothering he won't get a letter." Algie stated, "That one's a squib through and through. Complete waste I say."
"You don't know what you're talking about." Augusta harrumphed, "I think you're just jealous he has more magic than you, plus his acceptance letter just turned up anyway, when he comes down I will give it to him,"
"Huh and yet only one single bout of accidental magic." Algie pointed out.
"Because I don't need it." Neville interrupted his uncle, "I'll do just fine thank you. Gran I want a wand to fit me. My best bet is to purchase it. I'll agree to take Dads to Mr. Ollivander to see if it will work but I'll buy one myself if it doesn't."
"Neville we already discussed this." Augusta pointed out.
"No you told me I'd use Dad's wand." Neville said, "You never asked my opinion or what I wanted. If Mr. Ollivander says it will work then I'll use it."
"Neville once you prove yourself…" Algie was the one to start this time.
"I won't be able to prove myself if the wand won't work for me." Neville stated hotly. A few dishes rattled in the cupboards, "I will get a wand."
"Ok." Augusta agreed glancing at the cupboards, "You can go to Diagon Alley tomorrow for now you should open your letter."
As Neville took his letter and walked back to his room to prepare for the day he wondered to himself, "How in the world did I end up being eleven again? I need to talk to Hermione and Harry."
Harry woke to complete and utter darkness, wherever he was it was a small space and he was completely alone and cold he had just been dreaming that the three of them were attacked, by some unknown witches or wizards and engulfed by a strange energy wave after a series of spells, or at least he hoped it was just a dream as if they were captured they were in deep trouble and so far what with the tiny space he was in he was leaning towards that idea. His musings were broken as a very familiar voice called out "Boy get up now!" Harry froze for a moment in shock, that was his aunts voice, but he had not heard it in almost two years since he flew away before his seventh year! He walked out of the now recognisable cupboard door wondering what was happening, however knowing that his relatives would not wait for their breakfast he set to work on the cooking like any other day, that was until he caught sight of his reflection he was somehow eleven again! Speedily finishing his relatives food he rushed out the room to think on what was happening to him and whether his friends were in the same situation as him. Was it possible for him to have dreamed the next eight years? He contemplated but luckily he thought to himself as he left the kitchen according to the date on the calender his Hogwarts letter was arriving tomorrow, meaning he could get some answers then.
Hermione sat up ready to scream. Looking around she sighed in relief finding she was still at home not at Hogwarts being attacked by someone. "Wait one minute." she looked around again. Her pictures of her Hogwarts friends weren't on her dresser.
"Wake up dear." her mother's voice floated up the stairs.
"Strange I shouldn't be here." she told herself. Reaching out to her bedside table she was shocked to notice her original wand was there, she hadn't seen it since snatchers took it. She turned to get out of bed, but just sat there in shock for a few minutes when she realized her feet didn't reach the ground. Finally she jumped down and ran to the mirror on the back of her door.
"I'm eleven." she whispered, "How in the world am I eleven again. Could that attack really have happened? Time travel isn't out of the realm of possibility, but I'm eleven."
"Hermione are you up?" the voice called again.
"Be down in a minute." she called back already formulating a plan to contact Harry and Neville and find out if they were in the same situation as she believed they were and then to figure out what they would do now and whether they were stuck here or not. If they were a plan would have to be formulated to decide if they were going to change anything or not. "I've got to get Harry out of that horrible home." she stated firmly.
"Breakfast is ready Hermione." her mother called again.
"Coming." she turned and left the room trying to decide how she was going to accomplish the task she had set for herself.
Early the next morning the phone began to ring. Petunia currently finishing off her breakfast after her husband and son had gone out for the day glared at her freak of a nephew and spat, "Answer the phone. If you're not polite I'll make sure you regret it."
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry sighed and went into the hall and picked up the phone, "Dursley residence."
"Harry?" a female voice questioned.
"Hermione?" he asked in wonder.
"Thank goodness you remember me." she said, "I was terrified that I was the only one even though I suspected you and Neville would be in the same boat."
"We really did come back then." he said, "I will be receiving my Hogwarts letter later today and so how about we meet in Diagon Alley later so I can do my shopping."
"Be careful." she said just before he hung up.
"Who was it?" she demanded.
"Wrong number." Harry answered, "They were sure this was the Jillian residence."
"Fine get back out to work then." she grumbled.
"Fine."