Hello! I've been told that my story is too quick, and lacks the proper emotion. This is true. I was in a rush to get my idea on paper (computer) and now it's time for a re-write. Just a few edits, nothing big. No big changes in the timeline. Just some detail that was missing.

Prologue

Harry groaned weakly as he once again attempted to touch his magic, if even for an instant. He was so cold, and nothing could warm him. It was agony of the purest form. A torture only man could invent, yet not understand. As he finally managed to touch it, he nearly screamed with the pain the chip muggles had planted in him caused. Nearby him, the rest of the witches and wizards in his cell were in similar states. The loss of magic was unbearable. Thankfully, Hermione had a plan that would be their last chance at saving their kind from extinction at the hands of muggles. It was their only chance, even if the loss of all he knew would hurt his soul deeply. How much more could he bear to lose?

Across from their cell, a similar communal cell held the last magical races in the world. A Dragonkin, three goblins, a vampire, and a handful of fae, elves, and veela. Once every two days, they were allowed to mingle. The muggles thought themselves humane, for this great kindness. Hermione and the others put that time to good use. They separated, communicated their plan, and learned everything they could about the culture of their people. Then they taught it to Harry when they were once again separated. Life was torment, and if not for the plan, Harry would gladly die on the experimentation table. So far, all they'd done was scan him and take blood, perhaps give him a few injections, but they'd experimented on the others already.

Eight years ago, Muggles announced the existence of alien life to the world, discovered due to a device known as the Stargate. With this announcement, they released al the scientific discoveries that had been made, each scientist finally getting credit for their work. Two weeks later, a scientist named Melissa Adwell discovered Zero Point Energy on Earth. She discovered magic, and the people that hid with it. In just under three years, they captured hundreds of witches and wizard, implanting them with some sort of device. It stopped their magic. Those that weren't captured, were killed as bombs dropped on their communities. Almost a billion people died.

Daniel Jackson, The Man that Brought them to the Stars, one of the first explorers to go through space, tried to stop them. He announced that witches and wizards were the descendants of a people called the Alterans, the originators of most life in the galaxy. It only made things worse. Aliens living on Earth was intolerable to almost everyone, and very few were willing to speak up against those that advocated extermination. Now, they were all that was left.

Two wizards stood and went to the cameras. When signaled, they would cut the lines, giving them a few minutes to do the ritual. Hermione took from the flesh colored band around her ankle the last thing she had been able to hide before the muggles had caught her. Thankfully they hadn't found it, though they would have eventually. As the cameras were cut, they broke the time turner and drew a pentagram with its sand. A witch stood at each of the five tips, ready to sacrifice their lives to save their kind. Harry stood in the center as all the wizards in the room pushed their magic into the witches, who pushed it into the ritual. Hermione, at the head of the pentagram, chanted.

Mater Gaia Terra parens Mater magicae salva populum tuum

Electo mittere in tempore praeterito

Centum annis te rogamus

Salva nos qui non populus a tormentum per magica

Electus ad nos omnes ad mittere et centum anni

Even as the muggles swarmed the doors and attempted to stop them, guns pointed and Zat'nik'atels charged, the magic of Gaia seeped into Harry's bones, and lit up the entire pentagram. One by one, the wizards fell, dead. They'd been the first to sacrifice their lives. Then the witches fell one by one. Finally, Hermione and he were the last ones standing. He caught her eye, and she smiled sadly at him. I love you, she mouthed, before she, too, fell. Now, Harry stood alone in a swirl of magic. Mother Gaia had roused enough for one last trick, as she died by the actions of the muggles that lived on her lands. Harry blacked out as magic continued to pour into him, surrounding him and sending hurtling through time. 2040 faded away, and 1940 took its place.

The spell is latin for this:

"Mother Gaia, Mother Earth, Mother magic, save your people. Send our Chosen back in time, to the past. One hundred years, we beg of you. Save our people from the torment brought by those without magic. Send our Chosen back one hundred years to save us all."