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Summary: Due to a strange incident involving a Time-Turner, a bar of chocolate, and a photo, Harry Potter finds himself in his eleven-year-old body during the summer of 1971. Not only does he meet those he never thought he would see again, but also takes the chance to save everyone he ever loved.
I know, I know, I'm a terrible person, posting yet another story when neither of my others are finished. But I like time-travel fics, and I had an idea for this one, so I decided to write. Besides, if I have an idea, it's best for me to write it down, or else I forget.
This story is supposed to go from the summer of 1971 to the Battle of Hogwarts, and maybe past then. Other than that, I'm not giving any other information about the story.
Time
1. Prologue
Time is not something to be meddled with.
But it's happened before. People have messed with time and could have gotten themselves killed. People have put themselves through great danger to change the past into something they wanted it to be. Some people have even traveled to the future to do that very same thing.
People have risked lives to change the past.
Harry James Potter is one of them.
May 17, 1998
Harry didn't want to think about the War.
He didn't want to think about all those who had died, all the families that had been torn apart, all those who had suffered. He didn't want to think about what he'd seen in the Great Hall...all those people had died, died for the Wizarding world, died so the next generation could live peaceful lives, not lives full of war and suffering...all those people had died out of love.
Harry didn't want to open the letter on the desk, the letter addressed to him in emerald-green ink, the letter that would likely be an attempt to comfort him.
Harry didn't want comfort. He didn't want pity. He didn't want people to talk to him, because he knew it would bring memories back to the surface of his mind.
He opened it anyway. There were a few items in the envelope, but he took the letter first.
Harry—
I understand that you're hurting, and I understand you don't want to be in contact with anyone, no matter who it is. But I hope you understand that things like this happen.
Yes, he understood that things like this happened. If this was, in fact, an attempt at comforting him, whoever had written it was not doing a very good job.
But I also hope that you have enough sense to not use the enclosed items only for you. Use them to save the Wizarding world.
There was no signature.
Harry was confused. 'Use them to save the Wizarding world'? What was that supposed to mean?
The only remarkable thing about the items was that there was a Time-Turner. The other two were just the photo of the Marauders that Harry had discovered at Grimmauld Place, and a rather large bar of chocolate.
For a moment, Harry didn't know what he was supposed to do with these things. And where did this person get a Time-Turner? They had all been destroyed at the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. Perhaps the letter-writer had this Time-Turner from before the battle—yes, that made sense.
He turned the envelope upside-down, to check if he missed anything, and another slip of parchment fell out.
I placed a Pausing Charm (Ego prohibere) on the Time-Turner; it's already set to the time needed. Hold all three items (it's best to wear the Time-Turner) and say the incantation for the Activation Charm: Movere ad usum proximum.
I wish you luck.
Harry put the Time-Turner around his neck and picked up both the chocolate and the photo. He was beyond confused, but trusted whoever the letter was from, for some reason.
He hesitated for a moment—a moment he used to wonder where (or rather, when) the Time-Turner would take him—before saying clearly, "Movere ad usum proximum."
There was a flash of blinding light and he was gone.