Five Days after Deathly Hallows

Harry Potter had won the war against Voldemort. But at a great cost; several of his friends had died. Fred and Lupin and Tonks and Dumbledore were gone forever, and Harry even wanted Snape to of had a different fate. Harry wished there was a way to stop it all from happening. He didn't dare mention it to anyone; he knew what they all would say.

"Harry," came Hermione's voice in his head. "I miss them too, but you did all you could."

"Yeah mate, Listen to Hermione." Ron would agree.

"It's over, we can't save anyone else."

"Harry, you can't play hero forever!"

"Harry, they're gone and not coming back!"

"Harry! Harry! Harry!"

"OKAY, OKAY!" Harry thought out loud. Harry knew his friends wouldn't be so blunt; it was his head turning all his fears into something he could comprehend. The truth was Harry missed everybody that had died. They would haunt his dreams, just as the death of Cedric had. And now they were slipping into his reality. The worst part is that Harry blamed himself for all of their deaths, even though Harry knew he could he couldn't have done anything to help.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Ginny came running through the door of his new house in Godric's Hollow.

"Ginny! What are you doing here?" Harry asked, although he was pleased to see her.

"Hermione's found something and she thought you might want to check it out. Ron was coming to get you but Mum needed him to do something for the funeral." she explained.

"Oh, okay then. Shall we go now?" asked Harry.

Ginny grabbed his arm in a tight grip and said, "Whenever you're ready."

They both twisted gracefully and the disappeared on the spot.

After the usual suffocation of disapperation, Harry gasped for air when they appeared in front of the Burrow. Ginny, who had just passed her apperation test, wasn't quite used to its effects and staggered after walking a couple of steps.

"I'm okay," she said after Harry tried to help her walk.

"So what is it they want to show me?" Harry asked as they climbed up the many stairs to Ron's room, which happened to be at the very top of the Burrow.

"They've found something that they think you might be interested in." Ginny said, slightly stressing the word 'they,' although it really didn't explain anything other than the fact that she wanted to be included in the groups plans.

"Alright," Harry consented, "As long as it's not too dangerous."

The door to Ron's room was open and inside sat Ron and Hermione actually not arguing for once. "Harry!" they both shouted upon seeing him.

"You won't believe what I've found-" Hermione began, but Ron cut her off.

"Thanks Ginny," said Ron, pointedly eyeing Ginny and then the door. Frustrated, Ginny took the hint and marched out of Ron's room, slamming the door behind her. They could hear her stomping all the way down to the kitchen.

"Why can't she stay?" Harry asked Ron, who shrugged in reply.

"Harry!" Hermione practically yelled. "Look at this!" She thrust a very large hard, black book at his chest; knocking the breath out of him. "Look what we've found!"

"Another way of knocking people out?" Harry guessed.

"No," she said dismissively. "A way to prevent the war actually!" Harry looked at Ron in utter confusion, but he just nodded encouragingly.

"But it's already happened, and we stopped it- unless there's another one." He added warily.

"No, of course not, I mean that I've found a way to stop it from ever happening!" she went on excitedly.

"Brilliant!" Harry exclaimed. They could save everybody! There would be no funeral after all! "But, Er… how?"

"She's found a spell that works like a time turner." interjected Ron. "Except that you don't have to stay there and live the past out."

"Great! Let's do it!" said Harry.

"We already have a plan! Hermione informed him excitedly. Harry already knew it was going to be a long night.

Hermione had really read his mind this time, even more than usual. And her plan was actually quite brilliant. The spell she had found allowed them to go back in time for exactly half an hour to try and change the past. Ron had suggested they go all the way back to when Voldemort was born and stab him then, but Hermione had rejected it on the account of them not having enough power to go back that far.

"I was thinking we could contact your parents, Harry." she proposed.

"But I thought you said children were forbidden to contact parents." Ron questioned. It was true, Hermione did say that in their third year while explaining about the time-turner.

"Not directly…" She looked at Harry and Ron, a bit unsure. "I thought we could maybe write down everything we wanted to say to them, everything they needed to know; and leave it somewhere for them to find."

"Hermione, you're a genius!" Ron exclaimed.

"So like write them a book?" said Harry, leaving the complementing to Ron.

"Exactly! And there's a spell for that!" she said beaming.

"Let's do it then!" said Ron, whipping out his wand and knocking over a lot of his belongings in the process.

"Maybe I should do it Ron." Hermione suggested.

"Right."

"Okay, just close your eyes and think of everything you want to tell them." Hermione instructed. The last thing Harry saw before closing his eyes was Hermione leaning over him with her wand pointed directly at him, her brow furrowed in concentration. It wasn't exactly an encouraging sight, but he did as she said anyway. He thought of everything he had gone through: Living with the Dursleys, Hagrid telling him he was a wizard, all about Hogwarts and how he made the Quidditch team, saving the stone, the Chamber of Secrets, about how Peter had betrayed them, how Harry had won the Tri-Wizard Tournament and when Voldemort rose to power again, how Bellatrix had killed Sirius, and when Snape had killed Dumbledore, and finally about the Horcruxes and Hallows. When he had opened his eyes, a huge black book lay in his lap, almost as heavy as the one Hermione had chunked at him.

"Cool," said Ron.

"Where do you think we should leave it?" Hermione asked. Harry knew she had already thought of a place and was just asking them on account of tact so he responded, "I don't know."

"What about the Shrieking Shack?" Ron suggested.

"Ron, you've read my mind!" Hermione said, half-amused.

He blushed. "I dunno, have I?" he said innocently, but Harry's sixth sense detected something suspicious. "Anyway, when shall we go?" Ron asked.

"Can I come too?" came a voice from behind Ron's door. Harry knew Ginny had been listening at the door, the way she had loudly stomped down the stairs told him that she was planning to sneak back up.

"Oi! Who's snooping now!" Ron shouted angrily.

"Please Harry!" she pleaded, batting her eye lashes at him.

"Definitely Not!" declared Harry and Ron simultaneously. It would take a lot of power to travel that far back and although they both knew she was strong enough to do it, they were still a bit protective.

"It's alright, she can come." Hermione shot both boys a look of confusion. "I don't see why not!" she added when both boys glared at her.

"Fine!" Ron consented. Ginny fingered her wand in her back pocket while raising her eyebrows at both Harry and Ron.

"Um, everyone will need to hold hands." Hermione said, awkwardly grabbing Ron's hand. Harry reached for Ginny's and Hermione's while Ginny grabbed Ron's unoccupied one. Harry thought about how silly they would look if Mrs. Weasley walked in and saw them standing in a circle holding hands. Hermione held the book with her knees and started saying the incantation. This spell didn't need wands, it needed core magic which took a lot of effort. Slowly Harry felt his feet rise up off the ground and the room started spinning until they weren't in Ron's room at all. Harry let go of the other's hands and looked around. They were standing right beside Hagrid's hut, facing the castle that they knew was Hogwarts.