Hello everyone! Just a little note to you guys out there to tell you that this is, FINALLY, the re-made story for FORGET TO SURVIVE.

This is the prologue - hope you like it! Don't forget to review! And don't worry, time travel will come in due time. Be patient!

Disclaimer- I don't own anything related to the Harry Potter books.

It had been Voldemort's intention all along.

How could he have missed it? All the signs had been there, and it had just been a matter of carefully fitting the pieces of the puzzle together to see it. The wary planning, the murdering of his followers, the beginning of a new generation of Death Eaters; the Blood Snatchers…

It had been inevitable, a calamity waiting to occur, in due time. Time. It was a powerful thing, unpredictable, precious, limited, yet eternal. It was part of an anthology of ancient magic, there for anyone to use it, yet as dangerous and treacherous as a bomb waiting to go off. Now time was in the wrong hands, the worst of the wrong hands. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Harry Potter pulled his legs up to his chest and put on his glasses. Sweat dripped off his forehead and onto his clammy hands as he panted for breath. He had to tell someone; this was a dream that he simply could not keep for himself. The Wizarding World's fate was at stake here, once more, at Lord Voldemort's hand. But who was he to run to? Who was he to tell? He didn't have any parents, or any relatives that remotely cared about his whereabouts or well-being. Harry swung both his legs off the bed and stood up, squinting in the darkness of the dormitory. Soft moonlight shimmered in from the open window at the far side of the room, casting an eerie glow on the scene, producing unknown shadows from the objects scattered around.

Faint snoring came from his right, where Ron slept, completely unaware of the mortal peril he found himself in, innocently dreaming, profoundly asleep. The rest of Harry's dorm mates slept right through his nightmare, also in deep slumber. He was alone; more alone than he'd ever felt in his life, and at this crucial moment, Harry felt a tugging sense of obligation to save the world.

It took him exactly seven minutes and forty-two seconds to find himself where he did right now, standing in front of the tall gargoyle that separated the headmaster's office from the rest of the school. Eleven minutes and twelve seconds after that, he was sitting on a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk as the Headmaster paced around in deep thought. Harry waited patiently, too tired to ask questions, yet thirsting for more insight into the predicament that he found himself in. The Professor didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon, and Harry decided to interrupt his reverie.

"Sir?"

Dumbledore turned slightly and raised his face a fraction of an inch, his intense blue eyes unfocused, in the parallel magnificent world that was his mind.

"You must be wondering, Harry, why it is that we have not taken action?"

"No, sir. Actually, I was going to ask… well, is it indeed possible that Voldemort succeed with this plan? I mean, it's completely absurd, right?" Harry inquired, frowning slightly at the impossibility of such an event occurring. The Headmaster stopped pacing, facing the window on the right, gazing at the new moon hanging in the sky.

"Time is a complex thing, Harry. One cannot completely decipher it, and it is when you think you've begun to understand it that you find yourself ignorant to all but a tiny piece of it. Time cannot be handled carelessly, or thoughtlessly. But is it possible, you ask…" the man trailed off, the question hanging like a thread in the thick air surrounding them. Harry waited.

"I believe… that if certain measures are taken, and certain studies are made…that what Voldemort is trying to do, well, yes, that approach to time travel is possible."

And that was it. There was no more to it. Voldemort could go along with his plan, even now when he was not but a mind and a beating heart. That would soon change. And although time had an effect on certain people, Harry (and he suspected that Dumbledore did, too) believed that Voldemort would be an exception, and that the Wizarding World would finally face something worse than Lord Voldemort at his height of power.

Two of them.