CHAPTER 1: Back in Time…

Harry would have to think quickly…. It was his last hope. "Think," he told himself… "Think"… "A ha! Look into the past." Thud! Thud! It was coming. Soon it would be eating him alive. He'd have to hurry. "Oh boy, I haven't done this in years," he thought "Was it 18 years now? Wow. THAT long ago." Stomp! Stomp! It knew where he was by now.

"ARGH!!" Harry couldn't help screaming out in pain. He was on the floor sprawled from the giant headache he felt. Specifically on his forehead… "My scar" thought Harry. "How to look into the past...how to look into the past…A pensieve!"

TREMBLE! TREMBLE! It was on one floor below him now. "Hurry! SUMMONING CHARM! SUMMONING CHARM! WHAT WAS THAT SUMMONING CHARM?!" thought Harry until a … CRASH! CRASH! It was probably a few stairs behind the door now. "Atro… actro… actio… No, I remember!"

"Accio Pensieve!" Harry called. He watched the thumps going up the spiral staircase, following a bowl with a silvery-pinkish liquid inside. As soon as Harry caught the flying bowl, a cloud of pure evil darkness was in full view before his eyes. The cloud had some kind of eyeholes with a blazing red fire in them. Harry could clearly see. Harry tried not to put his hand on his forehead. He got used to it over the years, but this was more than his life pain put together in one searing pain.

Harry took a deep breath, but still couldn't help stuttering, " Vo-Voldemort? Is that y-you? NO…. It can't be…"

The cloud spoke with a voice with the sound of fingernails scraping against a blackboard and the feeling of scraping one's elbow against a rocky surface, shooting shivers through the spine. The voice snickered when it said, " You were a wise one, weren't you? Guess you still are. I could even see it in your little offspring there..."

Harry frowned and said "Malfoy. Don't you dare touch any of them!!"

Before the thing could reply, Harry, holding the pensieve, looked in quickly and whispered – barely breathing – "Albus Potter. Albus, please use those smarts right now." Then there stood Harry. Silently floating through time until he was standing where the problem started. "Thank you, my son…"

With his lungs fully inhaling smoke from the Hogwarts Express, a 35 year old gentleman watched his offspring pull out of the station. He had ruffled, black hair, big, round glasses, and a fading scar on his forehead that still slightly revealed the appearance of a lightning bolt. This showed that he was the world known (wizarding world), Harry Potter. His fame started when he was just a year old and he survived a killing curse, leaving only a lightning scar. At age 17, he defeated the evil Lord Voldemort, who was the one who gave him the scar in the first place. Memories flashed in Harry's mind, from the first ride on the Hogwarts Express, to the last one and beyond.

Next to him stood his wife, Ginny Potter, formally Ginny Weasly until her marriage, having one of her "beautiful moments". She stood with tears jerking from her blue eyes and tightly clutching a muggle handkerchief – an item she only pulls out when she is truly in her moment. Ginny's long, red hair glimmered in the light of the bright sun matching her shiny eyes.

Beside that couple were their best friends, Ron and Hermione Weasly. Ginny tightly held Ron's cold, pale hands while Ron, knowing the routine, waited for her moment to be over. Ron was redheaded like his sister, but instead of shine, he had grease glowing in his hair over his white, sweaty face. Hermione Granger, but now Hermione Weasly, flicked her matted, crunchy, brown hair behind her ears. She pretended not to care that her kids, like the Potters' were going to Hogwarts for another year. Between the Potters and the Weaslys, two were going for the first time.

The Potters' youngest and only daughter, Lily, stood cross-armed and turned away from the train itself, not wanting to see the situation. Lily looked like her mother, long haired, but instead of being redheaded, she had shimmering black hair like her father.

"How much time left NOW until I got to Hogwarts – EXACTLY how much time?" she asked whining to no one in particular.

"Exactly…" Ginny said, glancing at one of four watches lining her wrists. " One year, 364 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes – in muggle time of course." Seeing the look on her daughter's face, she quickly countered, " But in Wizard time you'll be a pro wizard – an aurorer even, in no time at all!"

Lily looked at her only watched and frowned. Ginny patted her on the back and Harry lifted her up onto her shoulders.

"Wanna say good-bye to your brothers?" Harry asked.

"OK. GOOD-BYE JAMES! GOOD-BYE ALBUS!" Lily hollered over the roar of the train and bustling noises of people.

Harry smiled and winked at his sons slowing edging away into the horizon, while Hermione broke down in tears.

"I knew it and expected it all along," said Ron, apparently prepared, giving Hermione a handkerchief resembling Ginny's.