Chapter 1
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It had been several years since Dumbledore was murdered. After that the magical world crumbled into pieces. Voldemort and his Death Eaters destroyed the Ministry of Magic and their Aurors. Hogwarts was now in ruins and Diagon Alley was a huge crater. In a last effort to survive Harry gathered his remaining friends for one last stand against Voldemort. It was useless. When it was over the once "Golden Trio" were the only ones left. They took the only choice they had. They went into hiding to slowly regain their power. Voldemort found them. He personally killed Ron and Hermoine and now he was the only one left. He shot a reductor curse in his general direction. He of course didn't expect it to hit.
While temporarily distracted, Harry scavenged to find anything that could help. Hermoine's Time Turner! Why she still had it was beyond him. He could go back right before Dumbledore's death and save him, but something stopped him. Why would it matter? How would it help? Wouldn't it still end the same way him grieving the loss of his friends?
Voldemort turned towards him. He had to act quickly and make up his mind. He knew this was selfish, but he felt hopeless. He set the Time Turner 25 years back the age of the Marauders. The last thing he saw was an enraged Voldemort, angry that he had slipped through his grasp.
Something was wrong.
He should have been himself just in the past… but he wasn't. It was himself in and 11 year old body. He was in a large comfy bedroom and the strangest thing of all was HE HAD TWO SETS OF MEMORIES! He must have gone insane.
He dove into one of them
A flash of green light
A blood red stone
A basilisk turning towards him
Hundreds of dark cloaked figures surrounding him
A Hungarian Horntail
Sirius falling… falling… falling…
Dumbledore standing in front of a man with greasy hair and a large nose. At his mercy
Ron and Hermoine… killed by Voldemort
He shook his head in shock. He felt a pain in his forehead. He ran his fingers over his forehead… smooth skin… no scar.
After bracing himself he dove into his other set of memories.
Two people David and Sophie Potter… his parents
Running around the yard
Potter Manor
His mother reading him a bedtime story
Him and his twin brother playing quidditch in there pitch
His twin brother… James Potter