DISCLAIMER: The plot is mine. The rest, characters and part of the setting are not.

Outside the house the sky was a dark shade of grey, it had been raining on and off the last couple of months. If it was because of the dark magic overpowering the world, a mere coincidence or if the sky was grieving with the ones that were left, Ginny didn't know. What she did know though, was that she had not seen the sun since the final battle, just a depressing grey shade that made all the colours around her dull, which should have been vibrant reds and oranges as the autumn fall upon them. She liked to think it was the latter, that the sky was crying for them, for what they had become and for their fate.

She hadn't been allowed outside in weeks, not since George had brought Susan's lifeless body back to the safe house. Before she had been out at least once a week, mostly on missions. It hadn't mattered then, the danger that is. She had been in tight situations loads of times, but since she always had managed to get out of them unscathed no one had tried to stop her before. But ever since that day George had put his foot down. It was too dangerous, there were too few of the Order left. He wasn't going to risk it.

No matter how she tried, she couldn't forget that day, just like she couldn't forget the battle. Every memory was painfully clear; it was an awareness she had never experienced before. She could remember seeing ever spell that went passed her head, the pain of every cut and every curse – somehow the pain was much greater now afterwards, during the battle she had hardly felt them.

What she remembered most vividly though, was the moment when it all fell down. Voldemort's triumphed laughter, and the icing screams that emerged from the other side of the Great Hall. Without her noticed she had been left standing alone, everyone else seemed to have gathered where the screams came from. Blinking sheepishly, she had just stood there, her whole body frozen with the pain from her cursed leg pulsating. It was then, out of the chaos that George had emerged. Running towards her, with a terrified look in his eyes, he had grabbed her hand and dragged her with him out of the Great Hall.

"George! What is going on? Where are we going?" she had screamed at him, as he had dragged her further and further away form the scene.

"We need to get out of here Ginny. We lost, Harry's dead, we need to get out?" his frantic screams reached her, just as he pushed her down a passage.

She didn't remember much after that; everything had been a haze. She remembered them running, and she remembered seeing Remus and Tonks lifeless bodies. She wasn't sure, but Ginny thought she had screamed then. Fighting against George's pull. She had wanted to stay with them, but George mercilessly dragged her away. She remembered meeting Susan, who had been in the same state of shock as Ginny had and how George had made her come with them. Somehow they had gotten out of the castle, they where one of the few who did. But one thing remained with her as they escaped: Harry's dead.

George had managed to contact the remaining Order members, but they were so few and as the month passed by one by one fell under. Now they were only four left – Professor McGonagall, George, Kingsley and herself – as they huddled in the last safe house of the Order.

"Ginny," a soft voice reached her, making her jump as she woke up from her musings. She spun around, only to meet the stern face of Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, you startled me!" Ginny exclaimed, letting a breath out. She had lost herself in her thoughts again, not noticing the Professor coming up behind her. It was an unforgivable habit of hers, if you were to believe Mad-Eye, and Ginny couldn't help but agree.

"Sorry dear, there's something I need to talk to you about."

The older of the two sat down next to the redhead by the kitchen table, even inside the colours were dull the Professor noted, Ginny's normally fiery red hair was more a rust-like shade of red now than fire and her freckles was almost non-existence. The younger girl looked up on her with dead eyes; there hadn't been a spark in them since before the battle.

With a sigh the older woman put a small wooden box on the table, the redhead's eyes darted to the object immediately. The shape reminded her of one of those musical boxes one could find in muggle shops, it even had a handle as a music box did. The sides were decorated in what looked like waves, chasing each other, and the top was covered with runes. The runes looked like nothing Ginny had ever seen before, they were either much older than the ones she had learned about in her ancient runes class, or they were completely foreign.

"What is it?"

"This is a Doua Drumuri box. Have you ever heard of those?" The younger girl could only shake her head, her eyes still fixed on the box as if it had hypnotised her. "There are only a few of these in the world, and only one documented use of them. I came across this box in my early twenties, and have studied it since. But it has never responded to me, or anyone else before. These boxes resembles a wand in that sense, not everyone can use them, and only the ones the box itself chooses."

Finally able to break away from the box, the brown eyes set on the old Professor, "Why are you telling me this, professor?"

"Because, as I said, it never responded to anyone else before, but it does now. And that person is you Ginny. You could use it, and you could fix this."

There was a sparkle in the older woman's eyes that Ginny hadn't seen for years, a building hope. As she started speaking her eyes trailed to the box again, "Fix this? How could a box fix this?"

"This box allows you to go back to a place in time where fixing fate is manageable. You could stop all of this from happening! You could stop You-Know-Who from taking over!"

Ginny felt the older woman's intense stare on her, but she couldn't let her eyes off of the box, "Why me?"

"I don't know… there has never been enough documents on these boxes to be able to figure out how they chooses their witch or wizard. But one thing I do know is that this box has chosen you, you can feel it can't you? The pull?"

The young girl nodded absent-mindedly. Could she do it? Go back in time and save everyone? Her family and Hermione? Neville and Luna? Could she save Susan? Harry?

By the Professor's next words the girl snapped out of her musings, "Will you do it?"

Ginny glanced at the Professor, hope was written all over the older woman's face. Her eyes trailed over to the window, watching the only brother she had left as he sat in the garden by the graves of everyone they had lost since the battle. Her eyes stopped again by the box, the Professor was right; she could feel the pull from the box.

She sighed, "What do I have to lose?"

A rare smile emerged on the older woman's lips, as she handed over a scroll that she had had hidden in her robes.

"I want you to make your way to Hogwarts as soon as you arrive and hand me this scroll. I've included a memory that will make the past me sure of you. Do you know the first rule about time-travel, Ginny? Try not to be seen, at least not until you've talked to me." The young girl nodded again, as her eyes trailed over to her brother. "I'll let you say your goodbyes, and then I want you to pack. I want you to leave as soon as possible."

The young man in the garden didn't show any sign of notice as his sister silently sat down next to him. With hesitation she reached for his hand, he didn't respond, but he didn't dismiss her touch either which the younger girl took as a good sign.

They sat in silence for a good few minutes before the girl spoke, "I'm leaving, in less than an hour. McGonagall has given me a mission."

It took another few minutes for her brother to respond to her. Slowly he faced her, his vacant eyes set on hers. He gave her a short nod before he turned away again, once again setting his eyes on the graves in front of him. Every person that had died from the Order after the battle had had his or her lifeless bodies dumped outside the safe house. George had taken it upon himself to bury them in the garden, it had never been that big of a deal before but Susan's death had broken him. With a sigh his sister laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, savoured the feeling of having him close for the last time.

After what Ginny felt had been too short a time, she let him go and moved to stand up. Just as she was about to turn and walk inside she heard his voice for the first time that day.

"Just be careful, promise?"

"You know I always am," she said teasingly, making a ghost of a smile appear on his face. It was the closest to his old self she had seen in months, which in itself was quite depressing as it was nowhere close to who he used to be.

Quickly she made her way up to her room, determined to bring some memories with her. She tucked a picture of her and Harry, along with Ron and Hermione in her pocket. Digging through her drawer she found a set of other photos, off her family, off Neville and Luna. The newest one in the bunch was off Susan and George, it was been taking one and a half month ago and just a little while before Susan's death. It had been one of the last times she had seen a genuine smile on George's lips.

After pushing the photos down her pocket, and making sure she had her friendship bracelet that she had received from Luna on her wrist, she started to walk down the stairs. Professor McGonagall met her in the hallway with the small wooden box that now seemed to sing to Ginny. The melody was so enchanting that she almost didn't notice when the Professor started speaking.

"You can't use it in here, this device only let's you travel through time, not through space. In this area it is just like a time-turner. Go to the field close by and spin the handle. It should open up to you and take you to when it sees fit."

"How far back will I go?"

"Not more than a few years. Probably just three or four years I would think."

The young girl nodded, taking the small box in her shaking hands. She had to admit that she felt a bit afraid, what if something went awfully wrong? What if it didn't work? The thought of going outside the wards alone made her frightened as well. That was something she hadn't been allowed to do in months, what if the Death Eaters would arrive before she had been able to activate the device?

As if the older woman had read her thought, she took the girl's hands in hers, "Be brave now, dear. Hurry to the field, and do not hesitate when you've arrived. The faster you've escaped from this time, the better."

McGonagall gave her a stiff hug, and Ginny was on her way out the door. With as quick steps as she could manage with her bad leg she walked down the street, breathing in the chilling November air. Holding her wand ready in her wand-hand and the box snugly in her other, she glanced nervously around her.

In less than ten minutes she had arrived to the empty field that was laid down just outside the residential area that housed the safe house. Wasting no time, she took the box in both hands and started spinning the handle around. Just as the handle said stop to the spinning she heard two loud POPS. She quickly let go of the handled, whom began to spin back around as the lock slowly started to open.

Feeling the panic bubble up in her stomach she tried to locate where the sound has come from. But as she raised her eyes from the box up to the field, she could see nothing but white fog surrounding her. The melody she had heard before from the box had now gotten much louder, as if someone had slowly turned up the volume and she hadn't noticed it until the sound was pounding in her ear. Through the box's melody she could hear angry screams, but it was so distant now.

Looking back down, she saw that the box had now opened up completely. The box was filled with golden cogwheels, reminding her of one of the clocks her father had loved to take apart, who where all spinning around. Slowly at first, but the speed increased rapidly making her dizzy. With great effort she looked back up, away from the box, but the sight that met her was far away from comforting. The white fog was now gone, and she saw how time started to move backwards. Everything was clear to her, all the people, the ones who hurt and the ones who laughed. The ones who loved and the ones who cried. They penetrated her mind, burning through her eyes, and it was painful the way the images flickered past her.

With one last power effort she shut her eyes closed as her fingers held a tight grip of the box. All that was left for her to see now was Harry's brilliant green eyes, as the world span madly on around her.

A/N: This is what happens when I listen to too much Guns N' Roses, read too much fanfiction and watch too many scifi shows. Getting that over with, this is my first Harry Potter fanfiction I've ever written, though I've been reading them for quite some time now.

And I know, time-travel is over used and so on and so on. But time, in general, have always been a subject I've been very fascinated with so I couldn't help myself. I do hope you enjoy this, and yes it will be very slow at the beginning and the romance part will take time. There are a lot of things Ginny, and Sirius needs to go through before they can start a functional relationship with each other, but hopefully you'll enjoy that ride.