By: K-and-C-Here
Summary: Who hates that all of those people died in The Deathly Hallows? Well we do. So we have decided to change that. We are going to save them. The things we do To Save Those Who Are Loved!
Disclaimer: If we owned the Harry Potter books do you think Fred would be dead? No. So therefor the only thing we own is the plot and the characters that are not really in the books.
Prologue:
The four cloaked figures ran swiftly through the rubble of their once beloved school. As they ran, they kicked u dust making each other cough. "Password…" Mumbled a low voice which announced they had finally arrived at their destination.
"Dumbledore." Said one of the cloaked figures.
"You may enter." The low voice said. The four filed into the guarded room, which was actually an office. The walls were covered with canvas photos that appeared to move and talk. The figures pulled off their cloaks to reveal two redheads, a brunette, and a black haired boy.
"Ah." One of the pictures said. "I have been expecting you." "Professor." The black haired boy said.
"Yes Harry?" The photo asked.
"How did you know we were coming?" One of the redheads asked.
"I have my ways, Mr. Weasley. However I am also aware that this is not what you have come to talk about. So what other questions do you have for me?" Dumbledore asked.
"Please sir. We need to know how to bring those who we lost in the war back." The other redhead said quietly.
"Yes. Well, Ms. Weasley, as we all know, no amount of magic known to any wizard or witch can bring the dead back to life." A tear slid down Ginny's face. "I however, am a photo, not just a wizard. I know of two ways that you could save them."
"But sir, how can you save them if they are already dead?" The brunette asked.
"Hermione, let the man talk!" Ron said. Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Yes. Well. There are two ways. You may choose which one. There is one that is incredibly dangerous, then there is one that is almost impossible."
Ron, Harry and Ginny answered at once, "Dangerous." Hermione on the other hand looked skeptical.
"Why don't we try the almost impossible one first?" The three others looked at her.
"Come off it Hermione. We always get into dangerous situations. How bad could this be? I mean think about it. Two moths ago we were in hiding with the most wanted wizard in the world! He who must not be named is dead now…" "Say his name you coward!" Ginny said. "Shut up. What I was saying is, how much danger could we possibly get into this time?" Ron said. Hermione's eyes pierced through him like daggers as he turned away.
"Yes well… you see… it wouldn't be you in danger. I know of these two girls in muggle America who may be of service to you. The only thing is, they are not aware that they are witches." Dumbledore explained. Everyone looked puzzled. "You see, when they were eleven and we sent their letters, their parents hid them to keep them safe from the war. Now that the war is over their parents will explain the situation soon enough. I have no doubt in my mind they will want to start their education as soon as they find out. So here is the plan. Harry and Ginny will fetch them on their brooms because they are the fastest fliers in the Order…" The four nodded in agreement. "And when they get here all of you will help them with the education of years one through six so they can join you in your seventh year when the school is restored…" The four cheered with delight. "And Ms. Granger, you will teach them about time turners. Towards the end of the year they will go back in time to save your loved ones." Dumbledore finished.
"And if they don't agree to it?" Harry asked. "Oh they will Harry. Trust me. They will." And with that said the four put their cloaks back on and started the long journey home.
Meanwhile
"I can't believe Fred died!" Katie cried.
"I know! And Lupin and Tonks! Poor Teddy. He'll end up another Harry." Caryl said.
"I wish I was there. I'd kick old Moldy Shorts' butt!" She cried. This made both girls crack up.
"You know, I cried when I was eleven and didn't get my letter to Hogwarts." "Me to! Imagine if we really were witches and we always thought we were muggles! We would be missing out on so much cool stuff!" Caryl exclaimed.
"Yea! Like Quidditch, seeing Fred, going on awesome adventures, seeing Fred, flying, oh, and did I mention, seeing Fred?" Caryl rolled her eyes in a joking manner as she pulled her long brown hair into a messy bun.
"Wouldn't it be funny if our parents had hid our letters from Hogwarts?" Katie asked. "No! I'd be so mad." Caryl said. Just then the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Caryl said. She ran out of her room to get the door, but her annoying little brother Matt got it first.
"Who are you?" He asked the person at the door. "That's none of your business. We're here to see Caryl and Katie. Are they in?" A male voice with a very thick British accent asked. "Ha, You have a funny accent." Matt said. "Actually to us, you have the accent." Another voice, this time a girl, said.
"Matt who is it?" Caryl yelled from the top of the stairs. "A boy looking for you. Ohhh! I'm telling mom!" He said in a taunting voice. "My god. If any of my brothers were this annoying, they'd be hexed into oblivion!" The girl said. Caryl climbed down the stairs followed by Katie. When they got to the door they stared in amazement.
"Oh my god!" "Holy crap!" They both cried. "Crap can be Holy?" The girl asked. "It's an expression." The boy explained. "You're Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley!" Caryl and Katie screamed.