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Chapter 1: Prologue

Ginny was heartbroken. It was the day of Bill and Fleur's wedding and she should be happy. Her family was all around her and it was the happiest day of her eldest brother's life and yet Ginny was heartbroken.

Why was she heartbroken? Well Harry, her ex-boyfriend who she was still in love with, was staying at her house. He was so close and yet she couldn't be with him. What's worse is that she knew he was just as torn up at their separation as she was. But being the big stupid noble prat he was he just had to break up with her to try and protect her. Now he was about to go off and do Godric knows what. Ginny was convinced that Harry was going to get himself killed before she could explain how much she meant to him. She had tried to explain yesterday but she wasn't sure if he fully understood.

"Ginny!" Her mom screamed from inside the house. "Are you done folding all the napkins?"

"Almost Mom," Ginny yelled back while sighing and getting back to work.

*DH**DH*

Later the Weasleys and Harry and Hermione were together sitting around waiting for the appointed hour when the guests would start arriving. The Delacours, including Fleur, were at Shell Cottage to ensure that Bill would not see her before the ceremony.

All of a sudden there was a flash of all consuming white light and a note fell on Ginny's lap. Picking it up she read it to the startled room.

Hello Weasleys and Harry and Hermione,

It is vitally important that you listen to what I'm about to tell you. I am from the future-

At this point Hermione started rambling. "That's really dangerous. Doesn't this person understand what they could do to the time line. Ginny, stop reading! We can't know anymore." She moved to take the parchment from Ginny but before she could Ginny continued reading.

before you go on about how you could disrupt the timeline let me assure you that you can't. There are special spells on the parchment that prevent that from occurring. Before I tell you what you need to know you have to gather some more people with you. You will also need Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Minerva McGonagall, Kingsley Shackelbolt and Aberforth Dumbledore.

I know you will be suspicious this is a trap by Voldemort so allow me to offer some proof to each of you.

Molly and Arthur: 7th year, Broom cupboard on the 4th floor

Molly and Arthur both blushed while their sons and daughter shuddered, not wanting to know what had happened in that cupboard.

Bill: The number 22

Bill chuckled and nodded his head while everyone else frowned slightly wondering what the significance of that was to Bill.

Charlie: Lovable cats

Charlie nodded with a slight bemused expression, wondering how anyone knew that tidbit.

Fred and George: The leprechaun jinx

"Should have known, bloody bugger." Fred mumbled angrily while George just looked sad.

Harry: The cupboard under the stairs

"Wait. What did you just say?" Harry fixed Ginny with such an intense expression that she shifted in her chair.

"Umm, 'the cupboard under the stairs' why what does it mean?" Ginny knew that if Harry was having such a strong reaction it was really serious.

Harry's eyes locked on Ginny for a moment and neither was able to look away. Ginny saw, for the first time ever in Harry's eyes, a little bit of fear. Whatever this cupboard was it scared Harry like nothing else.

Harry's mind was racing. How could someone know about his cupboard. They couldn't. Unless this note really was from the future, but then Harry would have had to tell someone. Why on earth would he do that? He had never told Ron or Hermione. He had never told Ginny. He had never even told Sirius. He was truly scared of whomever he had told this to.

The rest of the occupants were confused. What could this cupboard meant to Harry to garner such a reaction.

Finally Ginny broke away from Harry's gaze and continued reading.

I am assuming that that is enough to convince you I am telling the truth. Gather the others and when you do you will find out what happens next.

The note ended there. There was no signature or anything else.

Eventually the 5 others were brought and quickly there was another flash of light. This time the light did not contain a piece of paper but rather a person. A young woman who looked about 15 years old, she had dark red hair, a heart shaped face and blue eyes.

No sooner had the woman looked up than she had about 5 wands trained on her. "Hold on a minute! Don't curse me! I'm the person who sent you the note."

As soon as she said that questions started raining down but Harry's voice cut through the rest with the piercing tone he used. "How do you know about the cupboard?"

The girl's eyes darted to Harry's face and she broke out in a wide smile. Ginny bit back a growl, the girl seemed far too interested in Harry for her liking. Some of Ginny's thinking must have shown on her face because the girl turned her way and winked slightly. Ginny felt a wave of happiness at that sight but couldn't understand why.

Then the girl spoke. "How I know about your cupboard I'll answer in a little while. First there is something I have to do." She pulled out her wand and waving it in an intricate pattern murmured a few words. "Good, now time has frozen outside of the house until we are finished here."

"And what exactly have we been brought here to do?" Quipped McGonagall.

"Why read a story of course. We are going to be reading about the adventure Harry, Ron and Hermione are about to embark on."

"Adventure? They aren't going on an adventure!" Molly screeched. The three in question looked at each other and sighed.

The girl from the future just continued talking as if the interruption had not occurred. "You won't remember anything once we are done reading until all the events we have read about actually occur, only then will you remember reading. Also no cursing each other over what goes on in the books. With the exception of the first few chapters none of this has happened yet. Is everyone ready?"

"Wait! Who are you? Can't you tell us your name?" Tonks asked.

"I could and I will. Just not quite yet."

With that the girl pulled out a stack of papers and started reading.