Disclaimer: The plot is mine, the rest belongs to J.K. Rowling

Chapter 1 - Hopeless

Harry Potter, 5ft 11 with unruly jet black hair, emerald green eyes and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead was sprinting through the final battle, usually having to duck or repel curses being thrown at him. Blocking out the deathly screams of citizens, mainly women and children, he went in search of his enemy, Lord Voldemort.

The Weasleys, Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin, Tonks (who was pregnant with Remus's child) and the Order of the Phoenix all were murdered brutally at the hands of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Harry luckily escaped all the attacks. Having trained day and night, he was ready for what was yet to come. Voldemort's side was gaining men in hundreds, the ministry having been attacked on numerous occasions was destroyed and Hogwarts, now a school of dark arts being taught by the highest ranked death eaters, was ignored even though it was common knowledge of the on goings at the school. Since Dumbledore's death everything went dire, but now it was time to get revenge.

Fully equipped with everything in order to destroy the one who started this war Harry turned a corner which led him into an alley after having successfully killed a death eater and searched vigilantly for the noise of what sounded like a young boy mercilessly being tortured. Harry squinted through the darkness and noticed the cold red eyes and the deathly gaunt face of Lord Voldemort standing there without a care in the world with his wand pointed at a young boy around the age of 5.

"Stupefy" Harry shouted. The jet of red light just missed him.

"We meet again Potter"

"Leave him alone. This is our fight" The faint whimpers could be heard from the child.

"I don't think so. I shall kill him and then flee. I'll let you suffer more and when I think you've cracked. I'll kill you"

Just as Harry went in for the attack, a jet of green light left the wand of the heir of Slytherin and hit the young boy. Voldemort was gone before Harry even had time to comprehend what had just happened.

"I'll get you Tom. You mark my words. I'll get you for sure". Harry thought to himself angrily. Apparition sounds could be heard from distance. "Looks like Voldemort called them back".

"Burellio" Harry chanted, and the murdered child was left to rest in peace.

Harry walked back to the war zone. Taking in the surroundings, he thought to himself, "All I need is time. At the rate things are going, there will be neither man nor women to help defend against Voldemort, only me". And then it clicked.

"I can travel back in time to when my parents were in seventh year to be able to guide everyone without there knowledge". With this thought in mind Harry quickly helped the injured and buried the dead. He apparated to his house. With the fidellius charm in place no one could find him here. He was the secret keeper. Harry was sure not to make the same mistake his parents had.

Harry walked into his house, healed his cuts and bruises, had a shower and changed into his night dress to get some sleep. "I'll get the time turner tomorrow." And with that thought he went to sleep. Harry no longer had dreams due to the practice he put into his Occlumency. And once he mastered how to conceal his thoughts from others he learnt Legilimency, the art of being able to read peoples thoughts.


Neville Longbottom lost his left hand in his duel against Bellatrix. He finally got revenge for his parents. Finally someone silenced the greatest of Voldemorts death eaters. Harry was the only person he could still trust with his life. From the young, innocent, clumsy boy to a strong will powered young man. No one to this day had made such an improvement.

Neville looked up to the tapping noises at the window. A large snowy owl wanted entrance. He recognised her to be Hedwig. She had a letter clasped onto her feet.

Neville got up, opened the window and took the letter off Hedwig.

Neville

Meet me at my house a.s.a.p

Very important

Harry

After reading the letter Neville checked to make sure he had his wand and apparated to Harry's house.


Harry was reading a book on time turners when he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door to see Neville standing there, his face full of concern.

"Hey Neville, Glad you could make it."

"What is it Harry? You had me worried. I came as soon as I got your letter."

"I'm fine. Sit down and I'll explain."

Harry closed the door behind Neville and they both sat down on the sofa.

"I got a plan, a plan to destroy Voldemort. However it is dangerous and it could ruin both of our lives if it fails."

"It's a bigger risk to our lives if Voldemort is to stay alive. Both of us and others can die."

"I am going to travel back in time"

"Have you got everything ready Harry? Neville asked. They were standing in Harry's apartment with the time turner around his neck.

"Neville, I'm sorry you can't come. I know it would be an opportunity to see your parents however with me gone no one would have any hope left. I need you to stay here and try your best to save the ones you can."

"Don't worry Harry, I understand."

"I really am sorry. Trust me. I will make sure you have a better life. This time Voldemort will not escape. Nor will his blasted death eaters."

"Thank you Harry. You are the only one who truly understood me, and for that I appreciate whatever decisions in life you have to make." Neville smiled at him.

"Quick, it's time to leave. You will be at Hogwarts in 1978 in your parents seventh year."

"Thanks Neville. It means a lot." And with that Harry saw a rush of people rocketing around the room and materialized from thin air in a flash of bright light onto the Hogwarts grounds in 1976.


Harry tucked the time turner under his robes and walked towards Hogwarts reminiscing his times with Ron, Hermione and everyone else at the castle. Preventing the tears from flowing freely Harry knew that this was not the time to dwell on the past but focus on the task at hand. He did so and entered the castle. Harry looked around and saw that the corridors were empty.

"Late for the sorting are ya?"

Harry turned to face a pearlescent white figure floating inches from the ground and recognised him to be the Fat Friar.

"Had to go toilet, I'm going there now."

This answer sufficed the Fat Friar which left Harry back on his own to locate his destination - the Great Hall. It took Harry another 15 minutes to arrive at the Great Hall but took a deep breath before opening the double doors. Just as the doors opened, jets of red beams were aimed and fired at him...To Be Continued.


Please R&R...ended on a cliffy...