The Daily Prophet sat in front of him, a sad smile graced his face and the twinkle had died out of his eyes. The front page news was something that he had caused, something that he had thought necessary to bring about peace. For everyone. He sighed and read on.

11 Nov 1926, Unknown Woman Identified!

The Ministry has identified the unknown victim that was found drowned, currently no evidence of foul play, in a lake outside of London. Merope Riddle née Gaunt, aged 19, was identified early this morning by the muggle with whom she was married. He has denied any involvement with her drowning, and in fact, any involvement with her at all. Deny it as much as would he like, the unborn baby has tied him to her and an ongoing investigation will follow... more on page 6.

The man blinked and then folded his paper up as he moved to stand, securing it under his arm as he tipped his peculiar hat at the barman and strolled out the door. He would stay a few more months just to make sure all was well... then he'd need to take care of one more event. Hopefully.

27 May 1959, Fenrir Greyback Found Dead!

In a stunning turn of events, the wanted werewolf, who has caused numerous infections and deaths, has been found dead this morning. No evidence of foul play has been found, but it has been speculated that the killing curse was used. There will be no follow up on this case and no charges pressed, as we've been told by the Ministry. "He's caused too much heartache and no one faults the, we're assuming parent(s) or victim(s), for this act of vengeance." as quoted from Nobby Leach, and we couldn't agree more with him... more on page 9.

He shifted slightly in his seat and closed his eyes. It has taken longer to track Fenrir down than he had anticipated and in turn had caused more infections than he had wanted. He had, initially, wanted to prevent Fenrir's infection, but he was unable to get to him. He unfortunately didn't have the free reign that he needed, he couldn't be spotted. The next stop would be 1979. He wanted, no, needed to know that his meddling in time hadn't caused anything to change. There was no need to stay in this time; Fenrir wasn't that big of a game changer. Not at the moment he wasn't. Especially not in the way the unborn Tom Riddle had been. He only needed to change a little to change a lot.

1 Jul 1979

He found himself inside the Leaky Cauldron, a glamor in place. It wouldn't do to be recognized, not now. His past self was much younger looking and he had aged significantly during this travel. He spotted the somber group and sighed inwardly. There were two missing. Two that had been there the last time he had been here observing. Lily and Remus. Something had happened. Sadly, he could not meddle in their personal lives since whatever had happened had taken place in Hogwarts. He would need to return to the present and give his mission to another. He had hoped he wouldn't need to sacrifice anyone but himself for the greater good.

Alas, he had no choice.

He took one last look at the group and a swig of his gillywater, his hand reaching into his pocket to grab a few sickles for the table top and was out the door before anyone even realized he had been there.

He eyed his surroundings before taking his invention out. He smiled to himself, knowing very well that this brand of meddling would surely end him Azkaban, but he could not bring himself to feel guilty for he had done.

His stay in 1979 was coming to an end and had already procured all the necessary things he would need to pass on to his sacrificial lamb. He felt his pocket, feeling the weight there, the bag that held everything his protégé would eventually need for his or her time here. He deftly pulled his wand out of his robes and was pointing it at his invention in one move.

He tapped it around the face, changing times and dates until it matched the one he would safely be allowed to move around in without much difficulty. His body shimmered out of existence, if only for the moment, until he ended up at the time and date he had programmed into his device.

Hermione leaned against the walls of a slightly less battered Hogwarts, her mind exhausted and weary. She had spent the majority of her summer helping with repairs. She couldn't face the outside world yet, especially not being a war hero. She had been swarmed the moment she left the grounds and she was now very, very thankful of the wards that they had erected to keep anyone not affiliated with the school out.

They had lost so many friends and teachers. So many good people and some of them had died in such brutal ways... Lavender Brown had been attacked and killed by Fenrir Greyback, who had brought in his hoards of deranged "pets" to attack whoever they could get their infected claws and teeth on. She shivered. There had been no more werewolves made in that battle. They had purposely and ruthlessly killed all they attacked.

The dementors, the acromantulas, the giants... they had all caused so much death. The most horrific death that she had semi-witnessed was Snape's. Why Voldermort choose to kill him so brutally and without the mercy of the killing curse... was lost on her. It was hard to hear, since she didn't technically watch it. The aftermath had disturbed her. The sarcastic and often times cruel potions master had been reduced to a quivering, crying mess of bleeding death on the floor.

It broke her heart that the man that had sacrificed his life would never get the happy ending that he deserved. Fred would never crack another joke or begin and end George's sentences, his brother would be forever lost... empty without him. Remus and Tonks would never see their child grow. The only good Remus' death had brought him was peace. He had been tormented all his life with his curse... but the one and only time where he had been happy, truly happy, had been ripped away from him.

She smiled bitterly as tears rimmed her eyes. Her throat constricted as she tried to hold in her emotions and was then, completely and utterly gobsmacked as a familiar voice reached her ears.

"Good evening Miss Granger." he said as he walked passed her, a slight nod of head. He was just walking through the castle, merrily humming some muggle tune she couldn't place. Her mind was reeling, her mouth working up and down as she tried to comprehend what the hell was happening.

"Oh, Miss Granger, follow, please." He added over his shoulder. Her body reacted slowly but she slumped off the wall and ran to catch up to her dead headmaster.