Annabelle Potter walked through the corridors, anxiously biting her already-bitten fingernails.

The Headmaster requested to see her in the middle of the day, right before Ancient Runes. She could tell from the intensity of his tone that he was about to confide in her something important, but didn't he always?

But something in his tone made her wonder. He was desperate, for the first time ever- or, as Kit ever saw. He was always calm, collected Professor Dumbledore. He wasn't nervous. And yet it seemed like the matter held an utmost importance. It actually kind of freaked Kit out, a little bit.

She stopped in front of the Headmaster's door, letting her knuckles rap softly on the hard wood.

"Enter." Dumbledore's voice called out. Putting her hands behind her back, she entered the room, her long red shoulder-braid swinging to brush against her cheek as she did.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" She asked in a too-high voice, glancing nervously at her silver-haired Headmaster.

"Take a seat, Anne." He said in a low voice, conjuring a chair for her to sit upon. She sat down, sitting cross-legged as she mimicked her professor's pose. A heavy silence sat between girl-and-man.

"You're not wearing your glasses." Dumbledore finally said with a hint of surprise.

"I didn't see the point to wear them, sir, when I could put a spell on my eyes to see just as well as you." Anne said quietly. Dumbledore chuckled softly.

"Actually, my eyesight is diminishing in a quite alarming speed, and I'm afraid charms don't work on my old eyes anymore. A disadvantage of getting older, I suppose," He sighed heavily.

"You're not old," Anne said automatically. Dumbledore smiled at her. Another silence engulfed them.

"My dear girl," Dumbledore finally said after a minute of awkwardness, "I have been thinking. Over the years, all your pain and anger revolved around Voldemort. He killed millions, including your parents." He looked at her in pity as she flinched. "He is the cause of millions of deaths."

"He's just a side affect of dying." Anne said bitterly. Dumbledore considered her words.

"Yes and no. He's a side affect of dying, indeed. But then again, you can also say he is the disadvantage of life. But we are not here to debate on whether Voldemort is just another side affect or a disadvantage of life and death. We are here to talk about destroying him entirely."

Anne's jaw dropped.

"B-But sir, he's impossible to kill,he has a whole army of Death Ea-"

"I'm not talking about killing him in the present. I'm talking about killing him in the past."

"You've gone mad, sir." Anne said in disbelief, and then slapped a hand over her mouth. She was too rude for her own good. Dumbledore cocked his head to the side.

"Many believe so, but I believe that madness is just a state of mind. My mind has already reached madness a long time ago." Was it just Anne, or could she detect a hint of bitterness in his words?

"I have gotten hold of a year time-turner, if you can believe it." He held up an ordinary-looking Time-Turner, but instead of gold, it was bronze-colored. Anne gaped at her professor.

"It was the last one found when you went to the Ministry last year to save your godfather." Anne suddenly bit her lip and looked down as tears brimmed in her green eyes.

"The Ministry has allowed us to use it, with a great deal of persuasion on my part. And I am making the choice of giving it to you, to transport yourself to when Voldemort was younger and kill him."

"But sir," Anne said slowly, "if I do kill him, how will it affect the present?"

"Your parents will be alive and well- Sirius, as well as James and Lily. You will have prevented millions of deaths. And, you won't have that-" He brushed a strand of red hair on her forehead to show the lightning-shaped scar-"any longer. You'll have a perfect life."

"Mum and Dad can come back to life?" Anne's voice was strangled.

"Yes."

Anne eyed the Time-Turner hungrily.

"Give it here, sir."

"Wait, Anne. You must kill him and come back here immediately. Don't do anything but kill him and come back home. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," Anne mumbled, still gazing at the Time-Turner with sleepy green eyes. Dumbledore frowned.

"The fate of the world is in your hands, Anne. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I am perfectly aware! I'll kill him and then I'll come back here! Okay?!"

"20 turns should do it. And here," He handed her her Invisibility Cloak. "You can't be seen."

"How do you have that?" Anne asked suspiciously.

"Remember, 20 turns" was all he said in response.

Anne sighed and, draping her Invisibility Cloak over one arm, began to count.

"I, 2, 3, 4…"

Hi, guys!

Hope you enjoyed this first chapter, I'll try to update regularly. Reviews are welcomed.

Love, hugs, and all that jazz,

Lyricalyrics