A/N - do people actually read these notes? Half the time, I don't. Anyways, I'm a horrible person and haven't been posting anything, even when I've said I would. So here is something unexpected.... not done yet, probably not as well written as it could be (because I wrote this first chapter about a year ago and haven't worked on it since). I'll fix it, I promise. I just wanted to actually get something published for once. Let me know what you think please!?

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT MINE!!!! Wish it was, but it isn't.

Enjoy.

Chapter One - Time Travel

I closed the gigantic library book and sighed. This is pathetic. I've been holed up in the library for hours trying to find something that could possibly help Harry. I don't even know why I'm bothering to do this - it's not like I know what I'm looking for. Harry made it perfectly clear this summer that he didn't want me having anything to do with this war. But I can't just sit here and do nothing; I have to do everything I can!

At the start of the year, Neville basically took charge of the DA and we (the DA) had all been causing as much ruckus as possible. That is, until Luna was captured at the start of Christmas break. After that there was a unanimous decision to tone down the troublemaking. Unfortunately, now I feel utterly useless, and I hate it.

"Ms. Weasley, I believe the library is closing." Professor McGonagall's stern voice broke the library's comfortable silence, making me jump a mile into the air. I turned to look up at the woman who had temporarily replaced Dumbledore as Headmistress of Hogwarts. In a usual circumstance, this "promotion" would have made the Transfiguration teacher even more frightening but I guess I was not a usual circumstance. No, lately I had been feeling quite comfortable around McGonagall - almost as if she was a close friend I had known my whole life.

"Sorry Professor." I mumbled, looking back down at the book.

"Ms. Weasley," she said softly, sitting down in the chair across from me, "I realize that this is a very hard time for you, but you must bear in mind that your friends are doing something very important for the war." She paused. "Whatever they are doing, I'm sure it is of vital importance – Ms. Granger wouldn't miss school for anything less."

"I know, I know. And I'm proud of them." I sighed deeply. "But I'm sick of not doing anything! They're off saving the world and I'm stuck here. I can help! I want to help, why can't I!?"

"You are helping. By simply being on the side of good is doing a great deal for the Order." McGonagall responded, sounding more and more like the late Professor Dumbledore every day.

"No I'm not helping! Yes, I feel abandoned by my friends but I also feel completely useless! It's as if I'm just another person needing protecting, burdening those who already have so much on their hands. I want to do something! I want to help! I want to fight!" the professor was silent through my entire rant, and when I finished, breathing heavily, she stood, smiling faintly.

"If you're so sick of being "useless" than perhaps it is time." I looked up at her, confused. "Allow me to tell you a story." McGonagall walked over to a bookshelf and stood looking at it for a moment. Finally, she pulled out a formal looking, slightly tattered book. She came back over to the table and began leafing through the book's pages.

"When I was in my seventh year at Hogwarts, a young girl came here. She had transferred from some other school, I forget where, nobody ever spoke about it. I was Head Girl at the time and was assigned to be a 'mentor' of sorts to the girl - show her around, help her adjust, make her feel at home, that type of thing. But she didn't need it. The girl seemed to already know the castle by heart as soon as she arrived and never had any problems adjusting to the academics. Save for the rare occasion when she would say something bizarre that nobody else would quite understand… the girl fit in perfectly." I listened carefully, not understanding where McGonagall was headed with this.

"She was lovely, instantly making friends and becoming quite popular. In fact, the two of us did end up growing rather close and I take pride in knowing that I was a good friend to her when many others were not." My teacher paused and glanced at me, seemingly contemplating what she should say next. When she didn't speak right away, I interrupted.

"Excuse me if I'm just missing something but why exactly are you telling me this?" I asked quietly, for it was now after curfew.

"Would you like to know the girl's name?" McGonagall asked, as if I hadn't spoken at all. I gestured for her to go ahead and tell me, a bit annoyed.

"The girl's name was Ginerva Peverell."

"Ginerva Peverell?" I repeated, confused.

"Ginerva Peverell." McGonagall confirmed. She turned the book to face me and pointed to something on the page. A picture. As I stared at it, trying to place the familiar face, McGonagall spoke, "You are looking at the yearbook from my 7th year. The girl there is Ginerva. She arrived at the start of my seventh year, her sixth, but then disappeared almost immediately after graduating. I never did know what happened to her - until now." I tore my gaze away from a picture of a girl who could have been my twin sister, and stared back at my professor.

"And I suppose there is a reason you are telling me this?" I ask.

"Yes." McGonagall answered. I raised one eyebrow. "I have reason to believe

that the Ginerva Peverell who arrived at Hogwarts in my seventh year, and then left so abruptly, is you."

"What?!" I finally managed to gasp. "How!?"

"Simple. Time travel." I simply could not comprehend that I had gone back in time, in my 6th year, which would be now and completed my Hogwarts education in the 1940s. It just didn't add up and yet somehow….

"I'll do it." Did I really just say that? McGonagall smiled and stood from her place at the small study table.

"I knew you would. If you do not mind Ms. Weasley, I feel it would be best if you left now." She said, failing to conceal her anxiety while extracting a time turner and a letter from her pocket. I took the time turner and placed it delicately around my neck and tucked the letter into the hem of my denims.

"Armando Dippet is the headmaster. When you arrive in 1943 go see him in his office, I believe the password is tradition. Then go see Professor Dumbledore and give him this letter. Keep your wand and the letter close to your body at all times during the time travel. Understand?" I nodded, putting on a brave face and not allowing myself to second guess this decision.

"This is your last chance to change your mind Ms. Weasley. If not, I shall see you in 1943." McGonagall paused, and I smiled nervously at her, refusing to think about the friends I was leaving behind, or the risk I was taking. "Okay then, good luck." And with that, Minerva McGonagall pulled out her wand and pointed it at the time turner.

"September 1st, 1943." She said clearly. And then she was gone.

Time seemed to be moving backward all around me. At first I could tell where I was, who was there and what they were doing, before it all became meshed together. I saw Neville and Luna plotting their latest scheme, a group of third-year Ravenclaws studying in a corner, two Slytherins making out and Harry and I laughing. So many memories flashed through my mind at the sight of these events. Simpler times - oh how I longed for them.

Next, Harry, Ron and Hermione were whispering, looking to be in their third year. Then Hermione in her second year, ripping a page out of a book while holding a mirror to her eyes. After that came Harry, Ron and Hermione again, in their first year with books spread out all over a table and Malfoy, farther away from them, doing homework.

This is insane! I thought excitedly.

I could just barely see Fred, George and Lee goofing off in a far corner. Percy, 13, studying and . . . was that a twelve year old Bill?! Wow! Time flew faster and faster, spinning backward around me. And I watched, without words to describe the various scenes I was witnessing.

My chest tightened when I saw a sixteen year old Sirius Black, without a care in the world, snogging some blonde bimbo. And I actually laughed out loud when Lily Evans slapped James Potter, a punishment for asking her out, I asusmed. Alice Soon-to-be-Longbottom was chatting with Lily and Remus, Snape was by himself watching them jealously. Then Lily was with Snape, smiling at him from behind a book. And Narcissa Black was joking with. . .Sirius? No, that must be his younger brother, Regulus. Bellatrix Black was flirting with her future husband, Rodolphus Lestrange; Lucius Malfoy was picking on a Hufflepuff. Then my father was kissing my mother.

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away.

After that, I stopped recognizing people, though every now and then I would see somebody that resembled a friend or classmate of mine and I would feel a pang of remorse.

Time was moving abnormally fast and I could see my surroundings subtly changing. The lights seemed to dim and I noticed the clothing and hairstyles of the people that rushed by me change drastically. I grinned. This was by far the coolest experience thing ever!

Time began to slow and I noticed - I think that was McGonagall - sitting at a table reading, and my grandfather Septimus hurrying out past me.

A few moments later, time came to an abrupt stop. Thankfully, nobody was in the library when I suddenly became visible and, having no watch, I could not guess what time it was.

I hurried out of the library and made my way to the headmaster's office, hoping that nobody would see me.

"Tradition." I told the gargoyles and waited as they moved aside to reveal the grand staircase that would take me to the Headmaster's office.

I stepped up to the door, rolling my eyes at its golden plaque that read 'Armando Dippet Headmaster'. I knocked three times and took a shaky breath, telling myself to be brave.

"Enter." A voice called. I obeyed.

"Who are you?" he asked. In two seconds that seemed like two hours I took in his shocked expression, his confused stare, his alarmed stance. Finally, I took another deep, breath and spoke calmly.

"My name is Ginerva Weasley. I'm from the future."

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A/N YAY!! Finally. So what do you think?? I should keep going right? I will, I promise.

-onceuponawonderland