THERE AND BACK AGAIN
CHAPTER 1: Going To Fix It
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Harry Potter. If I Did, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Would Not Be Dead
This wasn't right, he was supposed to win. Well, he did win, but at too high a price to be worth it. It was so simple. He would kill Voldemort and then come back to marry Ginny. However life is rarely simple. Nowhere in his plan was she supposed to die saving him, if anything he should have died saving her.
Then there was Ron. He was supposed to come back to confess his love for Hermione. They would then marry and have lots of red, bushy haired children who loved to read and follow the Chudley Cannons. They weren't supposed to be driven mad by the Cruciatus Curse.
Harry was supposed to get his fairy tale ending; everyone was supposed to live haply ever after. These things that were supposed to happen never did. His best friends had no clue as to who the hell they were, and Ginny… Ginny was dead, she took a killing curse for him. That was the worst thing Harry ever had to witness. Remembering how her lifeless figure fell in front of him still haunts him.
'What was there left to lose?' he would ask himself on many occasions. His answer would always be the same, 'Nothing. Ginny is dead, Ron and Hermione have no clue as to who they are, let alone who he was. What was the point in living?' Quite a few times he contemplated suicide, but that was not the Gryffindor way to do things. That was the coward's way out. He wasn't a coward… not a bloody chance in hell of that, right? He wasn't so sure anymore. Then an idea struck him like a bludger to the back of the head. Go back in time and fix it all!
He searched for some books on time travel and after weeks of going through libraries and book stores he found his treasure. Hermione said time was a dangerous thing to meddle with. Harry didn't care. As far as he was concerned he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
After many months of researching, Harry found a spell that would allow him to set his plan into motion. It would take all of his mind and magic to travel into a younger version of himself, but if successful he would be able to go back and fix everything that had gone wrong. This time he would save everyone.
Harry studied Chrono Soul for months until he finally felt positive that he could do it. He had everything he needed for the spell, he had his plan all memorized and he knew exactly what time he would go back to. He would start from the beginning, well not the actual beginning. He would go back to that fateful day when he first met his best friends and his soul mate on Platform 9 ¾ for his first year at Hogwarts.
Harry raised his wand prepared for the spell and focused on EXACTLY when he wanted to go. He shouted the incantation, "Tempus Temporis Somes Tergiversation!" Everything started to spin and he felt his soul being ripped from his body. Suddenly it all went black and the next thing Harry realized, he was waking up in the back of Uncle Vernon's car on his way to Kings Cross Station for the first time.
'It worked!' he wanted to jump for joy, then he realized that he was in the back of the car and that it would look rather weird if he started to try and jump. So he just put on the biggest grin he could muster, it rather scared his Aunt and Uncle, and Dudley, as always, was stuffing his face so he didn't notice.
Harry just let his Uncle have that smug look on his face because he didn't feel like doing anything about it. When they drove away, Harry stood near Platform 9 waiting. He couldn't stand still; he wanted to see her so bad it wasn't even funny. When they came Harry played his part because he just wanted the chance to speak to her so bad.
He walked up to Mrs. Weasley and asked "Um… h-how do you g-get on to the platform?" he was so excited he couldn't keep from stuttering.
"Oh dear you just walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. If you are nervous, it's best to do it at a bit of a run." said Mrs. Weasley
"Good Luck." came Ginny's voice. It sounded younger than when he remembered, but that because it was younger than he remembered it.
"Thanks." He looked over at her with butterflies in his stomach and smiled. Of course, she blushed. Harry laughed to himself. He headed through barrier and went on the train and put his stuff in a compartment towards the back. He then got off the train to thank the Weasleys for helping him. Moreover though, he wanted one last look at Ginny.
He walked over to them and seeing as he wasn't supposed to know their names yet he said, "Hi, I'm Harry. I didn't get the chance to thank you earlier for telling me how to get onto the platform."
"Oh, it wasn't any trouble at all dear, I'm Molly Weasley. It's nice to meet you Harry…"
"Ah, sorry, Harry Potter" He braced himself for the unwanted reaction.
"Oh my, dear… It's nice to meet you" She shook his hand
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Weasley," He turned to Ginny and asked, "May I ask what your name is?" He held his hand out as if he were just meeting her. It pained him that he couldn't hug her and snog her senseless, but as he thought about it he realized it would look pretty weird if an eleven year old and a ten year old were to start snogging in the middle of the platform.
She took his hand, hers was shaking, and she said "I-I-I-I'm G-Ginny" while holding his hand. She was nervous, he looked down at her and winked to her causing her to blush an even deeper shade of red. He was tempted to use Legilimency, to see what she was thinking but realized that t would be a major invasion of her privacy to do so.
The whistle for the train blew warning them that the train was about to leave the station. Harry thanked Mrs. Weasley again, hopped on the train and headed to his compartment. A few minutes later Ron walked in asking "Everywhere else is full, can I sit here?"
"Yeah, sure." He was glad Ron came to sit down with him again. He wouldn't be friends with him otherwise. Now all he had to do was wait for Hermione to show up and all would be good.
Sure enough Hermione showed up just as Ron was going to turn his rat yellow, and just like before she acted all bossy. Harry was very happy. Maybe, just maybe he could prevent all the misfortune from ever happening.