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Chapter 1: The Aftermath

The sun slowly rose, casting golden rays of hope on the buttressed towers of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Three weeks had passed after the final battle, after Lord Voldemort had been finished once and for all.

As Harry Potter, The Chosen One walked through the hallways of the enormous castle, his mind tried not to wander to the events of the past year. For the last 10 months, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had left school to search for Lord Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Arriving at the stone gargoyle that guarded the Head's study, Harry said, "Moooo." To this day, Dumbledore's choice of passwords still amazed him. Walking into Dumbledore's office, Harry said, "Good morning, sir."

"Please, Harry call me Albus."

"Ok, Albus."

"Now, Harry. I know that after what happened at the final battle, you must need a little rest and relaxation." At this, Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, come on, Harry. Reporters hounding you? Nightmares? Guilt? I know it all, my boy. That is why I have an offer for you. I know that your dearest wish was to know your parents. I am offering to send you back in time as a student to 1976, when your parents were in their sixth year."

"You've finally gone senile, haven't you?" asked Harry.

"My dear boy, I assure you, I have been senile for quite some time now…about 51 years, 10 months, 5 days, 1 hour, and 17 seconds, if memory serves correct…"

"How do you become senile?" Harry asked.

"I am afraid you will have to experience that yourself…Now, back to my original topic. Would you like to go back in time to 1976?"

"Yes! Definitely!" Harry exclaimed.

"Very well, then. Come to my office two days from now, and we shall send you back." Albus said.

After leaving Hogwarts, Harry had flooed to the Burrow and waited for Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, George, and Kingsley Shacklebolt to arrive.

"Hi guys….I just have one small piece of news."

"Ok."

"Professor Dumbledore has offered me a short vacation in the year 1976, so for the next year and a half, I'm going to be stuck in the past," Harry said all this very quickly, as though it would be better for them to hear it all at once.

"WHAT??"

"WHEN??"

"WHY??"

"WHERE??"

"I think you forgot 'who,'" Harry added mirthlessly. Ginny smacked him on the arm.

"So you're going to be gone for the next year and a half?" Hermione asked.

"Yep."

After everyone had finally accepted that Harry needed some time alone, they let him start packing for his trip into the past.

Two days later, Harry sauntered into the Headmaster's office, after once again uttering the password, "moooo." He had his trunk in one hand, Firebolt in the other, and his pet snake Saeris coiled up his right arm. "Albus, you really need to rethink your choice of passwords."

"I have received that response many a time, Harry. Now, are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Good," Albus said. He pointed his wand at Harry and a brilliant white light engulfed him.