Disclaimer: I own none of this. JK Owns it all I am just playing with her puppets.

A/N Okay this is the first story I have ever posted anywhere. I know it is probably a little rough, if anyone has any ideas on what to do to make it better, I will appreciate the ideas.

Chapter 1: Vago Tergum in Vicis

Somewhere in Scotland

In a swirl of color, a group of fifteen appear out of nowhere on the outskirts of an abandoned town.

"Spread out and cover each others' back!" Harry ordered.

"Start working your magic, Hermione. And please go as fast as possible. I don't like being this out in the open." he pleaded.

"You think I like being out in the open? I can't even defend myself due to the fact that I have to cast the charms to see if it is even here!"

"Sorry, 'Mione." he replied, looking down, embarrased.

"Just don't forget to watch my back, and pay attention this time so we can get this done twice as fast as last time." she said, exasperated.

A Death Eater started approaching the area which Harry and Hermione were in. Harry went out a little to keep Hermione away from the battle as her wand was busying doing other more important things. Must be an inner circle member, if they're coming to face me one on one. As the Death Eater walked over, Harry caught a glimpse of long blonde hair.

"Potter, do you seriously think you can out-duel one of the best pureblood wizards in the Wizarding World? This is just going to be a complete waste of my time and talent." Lucius said while sneering at Harry.

"We'll see just how long you can last against me, you stupid inbred moron." Harry replied. While all this talk was going on, Harry prepared himself for the fight. Reducto! "Take that, you bastard."

Lucius didn't see the blue light until it collided against his wand arm, obliterating it completely, wand and all. At this, Lucius let out a scream and touched a portkey that was in his pocket and vanished is a flash of color.

As Harry went back over to Hermione, a strong pain shot through his scar, which meant only one thing. Bloody fucking hell, just what we needed. The stupid giant wanker Voldemort. "Oh shit, we need to move faster, Hermione. He's coming here." Harry started to pace nervously. While pacing, he used his Legimency to check on just where Voldemort currently was. "Shit, he's just on the other side of the battlefield, Hermione!"

"You're not helping, Harry! I'm going as fast as I can!" she growled at him.

"DA, start getting ready to leave!" he yelled out to the group.

"It isn't here, Harry, at least not according to any of my detection charms." she said desperately.

"Let's start ordering everyone to get out of here then." Harry looked around at the battlefield before them. A streak of silver light came out of nowhere and hit Hermione in the shoulder.

"Bloody Hell!" Hermione screeched.

"Apparate, now!" Harry bellowed. Pops in different places echoed as Harry's team Apparated away from the huge battle. A shot of red light came flashing out of nowhere. "Damn it, that hurt!" he exclaimed as the cutting curse nicked his arm. After being hit, Harry Potter disappeared without a sound.

"FIND OUT WHERE HE WENT! I WANT ANSWERS!" Voldemort stalked off, cursing Harry Potter the whole way.

12 Grimauld Place

As everyone started showing up, Madame Pomfrey looked everyone over."What the hell did you run into? I thought you were checking on a new location, not getting into a battle with a contingent of Death Eaters!" she exclaimed while examining Harry.

"We were examining a piece of land out in Scotland, then all of a sudden we found ourselves surrounded by about twenty-five Death Eaters which caused the ensuing battle. How bad is everyone?" Harry asked, hoping that no one died this time.

"Well, the worst was Ron, who has a broken wrist, leg, and Cruciatus Curse exposure. After that, Luna was being held under the cruciatus for close to a minute. Other than that, it's mostly bumps and bruises." the matron explained while handing potions to Harry, Hermione and Luna to drink. As she poured a potion down Ron's throat, she added, "Hermione, I trust you can take care of yourself and Mr. Potter?"

"Of course, Madame." Hermione then grabbed Harry's hand and led him away from the makeshift medical room.

"How bad are you hurt, Hermione?" Harry asked as they started heading towards Harry's bedroom, as it had the most privacy.

"Nothing major, just a minor cut on my shoulder." she replied, shrugging off his attempt to look at it. Hermione healed the cut on her shoulder and his arm, then got up to leave.

"Hermione, where are you going?" Harry asked while he stared at her, perplexed.

"To the library. I have to finish up something." she replied evasively. She kept her head down so she didn't have to look him in the eyes.

"Hermione, you need to rest. I know for a fact you've been only getting at most three hours of sleep a night." Harry said while trying to look into her eyes.

"I'm fine, Harry. Plus, I really need to get this done as soon as I can." As she started to leave, he grabbed her arm and spun her around.

"Please, Hermione, go get some sleep. You really need it." he begged, hoping she could see the worry in his eyes.

"Fine, Harry, but you better believe I will be up in a few hours so I can finish my project." She stared at him, daring him to contradict her.

"Ok. Thank you, Hermione." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"See you later, Harry." She turned towards the door and opened it.

"Goodnight, Hermione." he said as she walked through the door.

A Few Hours Later

As Hermione awoke, she groggily looked around for Harry. The first thing she did when she realized he wasn't around was to wander downstairs to look for him. After she turned up nothing downstairs, she decided to call for one of the house elves maintaining the house. "Dobby?" Hermione called, after wandering around Grimauld looking for Harry.

Dobby appeared with a silent pop. "Yes, Mistress Grangey?" Dobby asked, so quietly she wasn't even sure she heard it.

"Where is Harry?" she asked authoritatively.

Dobby replied hesitantly. "He is on the roof."

"Thank you." She started heading towards the stairs. As she slowly crept up the stairs, she heard a voice speak very faintly.

"How does he always show up at the worst possible time? Why can't I beat him? Why does it always end in a draw? Why am I not good enough to take him out?" Harry kept repeating those questions to himself.

"Harry, you ok?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Why, Hermione? Why am I not good enough to take him out? I can't keep this up, Hermione." his voice rising as he went along.

"What if we could start this over, before he got his power base?" she asked him.

"Hermione, what are you talking about?" he asked, while staring at her with rapt attention.

"What if I know of a way to go back to try all of this again?" She watched him to see his response.

"What are you saying, Hermione? Actually going back in time?"

"That is exactly what I'm talking about, Harry." she replied calmly.

"Hermione, you know the only way to go back in time is with a time turner and they only go back hours at most, not years!" He started to pace.

"Harry, give me just a little more time and I will show you what I'm talking about. Ok?" She got him to look at her and he saw the truth in her eyes, telling him to trust her.

"Alright, 'Mione. If I can do anything to help, just let me know, ok?"

"Well, you can come keep me company while I go do some more research."

"Lead the way." He offered his hand to help her up.

"Thanks, Harry." She took his hand in hers and led him into the library. She pushed him onto the couch. Hmm, he looks a lot different than he used to. I wonder what's making him look so... different. She pulled three books off of the shelves and went to the couch to start reading. After about twenty minutes, her mind started to wander. Damn, I never thought he would distract me this much. What is so different about him? He has gotten a lot better looking but that's not it. Is it his change in attitude? THATS IT! He actually looks like he's sure he is gonna lose. "Harry, what is up with you?"

Startled, he stammers "Wh-what, 'Mione?"

"I said, what is up with you? I've never seen you so depressed."

"You'll find out at the meeting. Speaking of which, I need to go prepare for. I'll see ya then, 'Mione, ok?" he asks, hurriedly walking out the door.

"See you then, Harry." she replied as she smiled knowingly. At least I can put the finishing touches on this spell I made and make sure it actually works. Smiling to herself, she got back to work. "Finally done!" she exclaimed 30 minutes later. "Time to get ready for the meeting."

Harry's Room

Harry was deep in thought as he paced his room. Alright, Harry, you need to tell them how you feel, a voice that sounds a lot like Hermione said. "I can't, they look up to me to take care of them!" he yells at the voice. Don't they deserve to know that you don't honestly believe you can anymore? "Shut Up!" Ah have no comeback for that one huh? the voice said snarkily. At this point, he grabbed his head as a headache started to build from arguing with himself. Well, might as well get ready for the meeting and the blow up that is sure to happen, he thought to himself.

About twenty minutes later after he had showered and dressed, someone knocked on the door. "Yeah?" he asked as he was walking towards the door.

"It's time, Harry." Hermione said and started walking towards the sitting room which got converted into the briefing/meeting room.

"On my way down." he hollered to her.

Sitting Room

"Alright people, we all know why we're here. I am only gonna ask one thing of everyone in this room and that is please let me say what I want to say then we can discuss it, ok?" Everyone nods to his question which came out as more of a statement. "Ok, here it is. I'm not sure I'm able to beat Voldemort. In fact, I have a sinking feeling that he's gonna beat me. Because of this, I wanted to let everyone know I'm sorry I'm not able to live up to the expectation of completing the prophecy. I promise to try and hold him off long enough for you guys to get out of Britain so that you won't be killed. All I ask is that you don't spend too long waiting to leave because I don't know how much longer my luck is going to stick around." After he finished he sat back down and waited for the onslaught that he expected to come. When he heard nothing at all, he looked up. He couldn't believe that not a single person was yelling at him. Instead, they were all looking at him with an emotion on their faces he had never seen. Finally, Hermione stood up and dragged Harry out of the room and headed towards the library.

Library

As soon as they entered, Hermione shoved Harry into a seat. "Don't say anything until I'm finished, got it?" She glared at him, as if daring him to say something, which he didn't. "Good. Now first off, I can't believe this crap you're saying about losing to Voldemort! You know damn well that you can fight him to a standstill despite the YEARS of experience he has over you is a huge feat in itself. Okay, enough of that for now and on to other things. What in the hell made you think everyone would just abandon you? We are with you, win or lose, to the end. Don't ever forget that Harry. Now, the last thing. I finished everything on the idea I was talking to you about earlier. The spell should send the casters back to a specific time of based on two things. One, the amount of power between the casters, and the other, where exactly the casters want to end up. As long as the second item is within the first, everything should go back power, knowledge, memories, everything. If you want to tonight, we can cast it and try all of this to go back to before Voldemort built up the army he has right now."

"Are you serious, Hermione? You actually made a time travel spell? I thought it couldn't be done! Also, what do you mean, casters?" he said, hopeful that it could work. If Hermione's serious, I can fix all this.

"Yes, Harry, I am serious." she answered, easily reading the hopefulness and then happiness in his eyes. "The spell should work with no problems if I have the calculations right. What I meant by casters is that is takes two people to cast this spell,\ due to the raw amount of power needed if you want to go back as far as you do." she said with a smile. Like I would let him go by himself! He would change so much stuff that all of his knowledge would be useless! she thought to herself. "We can cast the spell right now if you wanted to." she said, eyeing him warily.

"Whenever your ready to do this, Hermione, let me know and I will be there." Harry said seriously.

"How about at midnight so we can both get some sleep? Because I don't know how this is going to work." she told him, eyeing the floor, embarrassed she did not have the answer.

"Sounds good, 'Mione. Meet here at midnight?" he asked while putting his hand under her chin, raising her face so he could look into her eyes.

"O-Ok, see you then." she stammered as she ran out of the room.

'What's with her?' he asked himself. Isn't it obvious? He growled angrily at the damned voice that decided to show up again. 'If it was obvious would I be trying to figure it out?' Harry yelled at the voice. Well you are little dense when it comes to females, the voice quipped back. 'Either give an answer or you shut up!' Harry was getting annoyed again with the voice. If you can't figure it out then you aren't worth it, the voice said. 'What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?' Harry asked, desperately wanting an answer but the voice was quiet. Damn it all to hell, Harry thought angrily.

Midnight in Grimauld Library

Harry and Hermione were both in the library as she showed him what to do to cast the spell. "Is that really all there is to it, Hermione?" he asked. He couldn't believe it was that simple.

"Yes, the hard part was figuring out the damn math to make it all work without killing the people using it." she replied, slightly put off that he thought it was that easy to create a spell.

"You'll have to teach me Arithmancy when we get back." Harry said excitedly.

"Of course, Harry." she replied enthusiastically, obviously happy that Harry wanted to learn the favourite subject she took in Hogwarts.

"Let's do this, Hermione." he said, seriousness in his voice.

"Alright then on three." she said, at which he nodded to her to begin the countdown.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three..."

"Vado Tergum In Vicis!" they both shouted together. As the whole house heard the noise, they rushed into the library to see piles parchment turning into dust.

A/N Okay this is the prologue, so to speak, for this story. I would appreciate any comments on what you guys think. In case anyone was wondering what Vado Tergum in Vicis actually means, it is Latin for "go back in time". See y'all later.