DISCLAIMER:I don't own harry potter, or any characters in this fic (so far) I only own my ideas

No matter how hard he tried, the number of spells he cast on himself, or the number of potions he drank before he slept, it was always the same. Every night he relived the horrors he had witnessed, the faces of those he had lost along the way. The face most prominent was that of Sirius in his final minutes of life before dueling with his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, and falling through the veil at the department of mysteries.
In the end it was all the same, forever haunted by her maniacal laughter and her eyes. Her eyes were the worst part of these 'dreams'. Never the same each time, always the same color, but they were different. He couldn't place his finger on it but there was definitely something there. In the end he always woke up, tears freshly fallen from his eyes, shaking as the sweat glistened on his forehead. He reached over to the bedside table and fumbled for his glasses, careful not to knock over what he assumed was a glass of water, his vision too blurred to clearly distinguish the shapes.

It had been a month since the death of Albus Dumbledore, and Harry still didn't know if he wanted to go back to Hogwarts anymore, the last safe refuge for him and now even that had been taken away from him. Harry had refused to attend the funeral, in some perverse sense of reasoning he wished to believe that this was some elaborate ploy to lull Voldemort into a false sense of security. But he knew that wasn't the case, he had seen the killing curse hit him, had seen him fall from the tower.

This denial was probably why he refused to open the package he had received form Gringotts. Since Harry never attended the funeral or the will reading of Albus Dumbledore, this package contained what was left for him by his old professor and it just seemed that by opening the package and claiming his part of the will, he was finally accepting that Dumbledore was dead and there was no way to bring him back. Of course his friends had tried to help him move on; they tried to convince him that by finally accepting what had happened he could move on and finally defeat Voldemort. But they weren't very good at convincing him to do anything when most of their time now was spent with their tongues down each other's throats. In the end, Harry had finally conceded and he had decided he was going to open the package, and this is where we find our hero, groggily getting out of bed and pulling on some jeans. He decides to forgo brushing his hair (It never made a difference anyway) and leaves his bedroom of 12 Grimmauld Place, and makes his way down to the study where the package has been lying for the past two weeks.

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Fingers held, pinching the corner of the package, he takes in a deep breath, this was it, he was finally going to accept the events that had transpired. He tore open the package.
Inside there was a very ornate golden box, and a folded piece of parchment; Intrigued, Harry opened the parchment.

Dear Harry,
If you are reading this, it means that unfortunately my time has come to an end. There is no need to weep or despair at my demise, my health has being slowly deteriorating for awhile now and in essence, death will be a relief for this old man. As for now, more pressing matters are at hand, the only other reason that you could be reading this is that my demise has occurred before the downfall of Tom. Unfortunately Harry, without me you will be unable to finally defeat him and as such we must abandon our current plans to defeat him, his remaining Horcruxes are guarded by magic's far greater than you could possibly imagine. So I have devised a new plan to help in the destruction of Tom, one that instead of killing him, we will be able to remove his top supporters and prevent his rapid rise to power. This will also stop Tom from ever creating the Horcruxes as several of elite Death Eaters were instrumental in their creation, and I am confident no one else would be able to do that for him. That is why Harry, I intend to send you back in time. In the box is a very special Time-turner, not only will it take you to the past, but it will also take you a safe destination which has been pre-determined by me. You will use this to go back and persuade the future death eaters, who will be in their seventh year at Hogwarts, to not join Tom. Further details on how you will accomplish this will be waiting for you when you arrive. I wish you the best of luck.

Your Friend
Albus Dumbledore

Harry's hands were shaking, how Dumbledore could expect this to work he didn't know. Disbelief washed over him, this was the craziest idea that he had heard. Sure, he had gone back in time to save the lives of Buckbeak and Sirius, but this. He was expected to travel back years, and severely alter the course of history, to blend in with the crowd and befriend the people who had made his life a living hell. He reached over and brought the box closer to him. He traced his fingers along the side of the box attempting to find the groove when the box suddenly sprung open. Of course he should have expected as such, but he was still caught unawares and he nearly fell backwards on his chair.
Several curses and a damnation of Dumbledore's name later, he finally looked at the contents of the box.
The box was purple felt-lined, and inset, at the centre of the box was Time turner, but this one was at least twice as large as the one he used with Hermione. Reluctantly, he reached into the box and picked up the time turner. Immediately he wished he hadn't, he began to see the color draining from the corners of his vision, and he felt a familiar tug at the back of his navel, he briefly glanced back at the letter and saw the attached postscript:

P.S. Harry, I must warn you that this time turner is one-way, and will activate when you touch it…

That was as far as he got before all color drained away and a single thought crossed his mind

'Oh shit….'

A/N This is my first story (raise flame shield) Tell me what you think, even though this is only a prologue. Updates will probably be slow due to upcoming exams but I will not forget you lot. Anyway, constructive criticism is welcome. Also I would like some suggestions on a character to meet him in the past who has already gone back on dumbledore's orders. (This fic was inspired by other Time-travel stories, especially the one by Lord Silvere)