Hi there, it's thegoddesskym with a new story for you guys.

I've got a longer summary for you here, because this site only allows short ones:

The reign of Voldemort is in full swing, the rebellion nearly defeated. The last survivors flee to the other side of the ocean and take refuge in the demigod camps. It seems hopeless, the only one able to stop the Voldemort died at young age, killed by the Dark Lord himself. The only hope in saving the Magical Worl, and in addition the demigods of modern America, lies with three young girls from Camp Jupiter, who aren't keen on getting sucked into another war. They, together with some of the wizards, travel back in time to save Harry Potter from certain death. But will it be that easy? Will one short action save the world, or will the demigods have to sacrifice more than that?

This story will contain badass women, a cool daddy!Ron (because I like him), a cute little kid!Rose (because I like her), monster fighting, a bit of angst at some point, our favorite oracle being awesome, character death (yes, Harry will die a lot.), time travel, Hazel using her misty powers, mum!Angelina being a mum, stupid jokes, attempts at saving the world, humor, mybe some romance, drama, Reyna blowing up cauldrons, the twins being the twins, more character death (no, Harry isn't the only one who dies a lot) and some cameos by our favorite characters from both books. This will also, hopefully, stretch over all seven years.

The idea is based on an AU of mine, where Harry died during the first encounter with Voldemort. In this AU he didn't have his 'Voldemort can't touch me because my mom loved me'-powers I never really understood anyway. I wondered, what would happen with all the other characters and the world if Voldemort came back to power so early on. Then I thought about people from the furture trying to save him then and all the other times he nearly died. Throw in the demigods and this gets one hell of a funny story.

A last warning before you read this: Major Character Death ahead, Ladies and Gentlemen, be prepared!

Also, the text written until the * is from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Chapter 17 by JK Rowling. (Man, I'm grateful my mum bought all the books in English, too...) It belongs to her and I only used it, because I thought it to be a good start into the story. After the * everything written is by me. The characters and everything else you recognize belong to their respective authors. Only the idea and the plot are mine.

Time Turner

Prologue

Harry felt as if Devil's Snare was rooting him to the spot. He couldn't move a muscle. Petrified, he watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban. What was going on? The turban fell away. Quirrell's head looked strangely small without it. Then he turned slowly on the spot.

Harry would have screamed, but he couldn't make a sound.

Where there should have been a back to Quirrell's head, there was a face, the most terrible face Harry had ever seen. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.

"Harry Potter...", it whispered.

Harry tried to take a step backward, but his legs wouldn't move.

"See what I have become?", the face said. "Mere shadow and vapor...I have form only when I can share another's body...but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds. … Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks...you saw faithful Quirrell drinking for me in the forest...and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own. … Now...why don't you give me that Stone in your pocket?"

So he knew. The feeling suddenly surged back into Harry's legs. He stumbled backward.

"Don't be a fool", snarled the face. "Better save your own life and join me...or you'll meet the same end as your parents. … They died begging me for mercy. ..."

"LIAR!", Harry shouted suddenly.

Quirrell was walking backwards at him, so that Voldemort could still see him. The evil face was now smiling.

"How toughing...", it hissed. "I always value bravery. … Yes, boy, your parents were brave . … I killed your father first, and he put up a courageous fight...but your mother needn't have died...she as trying to protect you. … Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain."

"NEVER!"

Harry sprang toward the flame door, but Voldemort screamed "SEIZE HIM!" and the next second, Harry felt Quirrelll's hand close on his wist. At once, a needle-sharp pain seared across Harry's scar; his head felt as thought it was about to be split in two; he yelled, struggled with all his might,* but Quirrell didn't let go of him. He threw him on the floor, looking at him sternly and said: "Give me the Stone, and you will live...if not, you don't"

Harry shook his head, scrambling to his feat.

"Seize him!", Voldemort shrieked and Quirrell lunged at Harry. His hands closed around the boys neck.

Harry tried desperately to get air in his lungs, but the grip was to strong. Soon black spots began dancing in front of his eyes and his throat burned.

"The Stone, boy. Give it to me", hissed Quirrell.

Focusing all his strength, he whispered: "Ne...ver"

Voldemort screamed in rage. "KILL HIM! KILL HIM!"

The grip around Harry's neck tightened. He struggled and fought, managing to land a punch in Quirrell's face, but nothing helped. The black spots in front of his eyes became more and more and the burning in his throat became more intense. Harry knew, he was going to die now, but at least Voldemort wouldn't get the Stone either. That was a small victory.

Finally he stopped struggling, his arms going limp and his body slack. His bright green eyes closed for the last time...

Rachel Elizabeth Dare shot into a seating position, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead.

Her own green eyes darted around the room, trying to make out where she was. Slowly she relaxed a bit. She was in her room at Camp Jupiter, it had only been a nightmare. Her gaze drifted to the window opposite her bed. The sun was already rising over the rooftops of New Rome. But the sun couldn't get the chill in the room to disappear. She let out a deep breath and closed her eyes to calm down.

'It was only a nightmare, nothing that concerns you or your friends', she tried to tell herself. But she knew that wasn't the truth. This vision, it had to be, she was the oracle after all, had a significant meaning for the future of those around her, she could feel it. But judging by the clothes it happened a long time ago, about twenty years. So what did it mean?

Rachel pulled her sketchbook out from under her bed, drawing the face of the young boy with the startling green eyes. First she had thought it was Percy, but then she noticed little things, that made them completely different. The green of their eyes for example. Percy had a sea green, more blue-ish, the boy had a brilliant emerald green. The pen flew over the paper and soon the face of the young boy was looking up at her. She flipped the page, drawing that gruesome face with the snake like features. She shuddered at the look of it.

Snapping the sketchbook shut, she decided to meet up with Reyna and Ella later. Maybe they could help.

So, how was it?

This is just a prologue, more stuff to come

See you

~thegoddesskym