Authors Note: It's a long time since I tried to write anything but this has been floating in my brain for a while. It will take a while to get going. I've rated it M as i'm fairly sure there will be mature content down the line but it'll be a good while until we get there. So if you're here for smut - you'll be here for a while. Grab a chair. Get comfy.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. I've half inched an idea from here, a theme from there, a universe from J. and added a sprinkle of my imagination.

Another Disclaimer: Whilst I am going to attempt to try and stay as close to canon as I can - there's going to be a lot of content here that I am creating myself especially considering this is set, mostly, after the marauders leave Hogwarts.

Pay me no heed until your need is desperate

and then I will appear.

I am your beacon of hope in the darkness

called forward by your fear.

Miss Granger,

I fear if you are reading this missive the situation is most dire. In my final days, for that is surely what these must be, I have come to understand that I have left far too much to chance. Blame my age, or my sentiment, but it matters not. I have failed you all and now you must right the wrongs I have created.

This confession was spelled to only reveal itself to you when your heart had truly given up all hope that there would be victory for the light in the war. If that is true, and you do not think that Harry can destory the Horcruxes - then I can offer one last piece of 'help'.

I have created a spell and placed the enchantment upon this very page. It will allow one person, and only one person, to travel back in time. Far enough back to change things. I realise that I told you many times all those years ago not to meddle with time; but it appears that there is nothing we could do now to make things any worse. You will not risk being recognised or remembered by anybody in the past - I have taken as many precautions as possible in the creation of this spell to avoid the universe being ripped assunder.

Your body will travel to a pre-determined time, nineteen seventy nine to be precise, and immediately fall into a travel induced coma until it is again in the time it is supposed to be. Your consciousness however, will seek out the closest appropriate vessell and gain control. The consciousness of the vessell will be dormant for the entirety of your possession and you will, to all who behold you, be that person.

Why have I left this task in your hands? I know this must be one of only a thousand questions you have for me right now, but it is the only one I can answer. Love. Intelligence. Power. These are all vitally important to our cause and you possess all three in such quantities that it astounds even me. Love, Miss Granger, will be your most important tool. Your love for your friends is truly beautiful to behold; but your love for every creature who may need it - willingly given and never with limitation, is why I have chosen you for this task. It will be that love, that purity, that I am sure will guide you through what will undoubtedly be a lonely, cruel and dangerous journey.

I cannot promise you success. I do not know if things will be better. They could be worse. The consequences of your actions could be far reaching and terrible. Save somebody who died in our timeline and they could go on to marry somebody who they did not and a friend could never be born. Accidently cause somebody who lived to die and again, people could never be born. Ministers could never raise to power. Teachers could never decide to teach. I am sure you understand what I am saying. You will suffer. You will lose people you love and you will have to make decisions so difficult that I cannot even say how sorry I am to let you make.

I ask this of you for the Greater Good and the future of our world. I ask this of you for Harry. I ask this of you for me, selfish as that is.

If you choose to accept my help, all you have to do is hold this parchment to your heart and say "I accept the beacon, light my way." If you do not - I pray for you Miss Granger and hope with all of my being that I am wrong, and that you are victorious.

Forgive me my sins,

Albus Dumbledore.