This was one of them random inspirations of mine, in which Harry, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Hermione, Ron and another someone travel twenty one years into the past to destroy Voldemort and saves lives in the future.

Note: I'm sorry if you don't like the seventh member of their gang. I absolutely lurve him and can't do a story without him. Also, from this chapter, it may seem like I don't like Hermione, but I really really do. It's just that someone needs to be a skeptic. Also, she and Ron broke up almost immediately after getting together. I've got nothing against them, I think they're adorable but there I'm trying to include as few canon couples as possible. Harry and Ginny are still semi-together and the four of them are living together in Grimmauld Place.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to the ingenious (sp?) JK Rowling. Only thing that's mine is the plot.

"I think it's in here today!" Hermione said excitedly, pulling the Daily Prophet towards her.

"What's in there today?" Ron asked thickly, his mouth full of cereal. Harry looked up curiously as well.

"One minute," said Hermione, holding up a finger, her eyes dancing across the first page of the newspaper. "Ah, here it is."

"Well?" Ron said. "Read it out."

"Okay. For the first time ever, the Giant Time-Turner or the 'Chronovator' will be shown to the public. Since the Boy Who Lived and his talented friends – "

Ron grinned proudly.

" – broke into the Ministry two years previously and inadvertently broke the whole stock of Time-Turners, the Unspeakables have been working around the clock to try and recreate them. After You Know Who's defeat – "

"He's dead, they can say his name!" Ron scoffed, but Harry shushed him. Hermione continuing reading.

"After You Know Who's defeat and under the eye of capable Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, the amount of time spent on this has considerably increased and the Unspeakable have succeeded in making one monster of a Time-Turner. Measuring nearly fourteen feet in length and breadth, this Time-Turners sends the people inside reeling four years into the past with just one massive turn. It is on display today from four-thirty to five-thirty on Level Six of the Ministry. We urge witches and wizards alike to come and witness this turning point in magical history."

Hermione put the paper down, her eyes shining. "Isn't it amazing?"

Ron looked just as thrilled. "Hermione, we've got to – "

But he was interrupted by the shrill sound of the doorbell.

"One second," said Harry apologetically, holding up a finger and walking to the front door.

Reaching the front door, he flung it open to find Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom beaming at him, both clutching copies of the Daily Prophet.

"Hey, Harry," said Luna, smiling.

"Have you seen this?" Neville said, gesturing to the paper.

"What do you think?" called Ron from the dining room before Harry had a chance to speak. "And I'm pretty sure you guys had the same idea we did."

"You know us too well," said Neville, as the three of them made their way toward Ron and Hermione. "The question is when?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked suspiciously. "It's open from four-thirty to five-thirty. That's when we'll be going."

Ron looked pityingly at Hermione. "No, we're not. There'll be a hell of a crowd then. How are we supposed to manage?"

"Manage what?" Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes. "Ron. Neville. Explain. Now."

"We're breaking in, aren't we?" Ron said, as though it were obvious.

"And why would we do that?"

"Because," said Neville. "Once we go back in time, we can stop Voldemort so that – "

"No!" Hermione said suddenly, standing up, her cheeks red. "Don't you know the rules? We don't mess with time. Awful things happen to wizards that – "

"Don't you mean, more awful?" Ron said, standing up as well. "If we stop Voldemort, just think of all the lives we could save. Wasn't that why you were so excited to see it in the paper?"

"Of course that wasn't why," said Hermione. "I was glad to see it because it's revolutionized the world of magic as we know it! It's – "

"But how does that matter if we don't seize the opportunity and put it to good use?" Neville asked.

Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but Ron turned on Harry and Luna. "What do you two think?"

Harry, who had remained silent throughout the conversation, looked up determinedly at Ron. "I'm going, no matter who else does. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't."

Looking triumphant, Ron looked at Luna, who shrugged.

"I think it's a good idea," said Luna. "I'll go."

Neville glanced at Hermione, who looked defeated. "Well, I guess I've been overruled."

"Are you going to come with us? Or will you stay here and, oh, I don't know, sell us out?" Ron asked, glaring at her.

"Of course I'll come," said Hermione, stung. "But – "

"Great," said Ron swiftly. "Let's get down to planning. You guys can stand guard outside. Harry and I will go in first."

"And what? We'll meet you on the other side?" Neville asked. "No way. We all go in together."

"We can't – " Ron began, but the doorbell rung once more. Harry rose to answer it again and heard Neville's angry retort.

Harry pulled the door open. Ginny Weasley grinned at him from behind it, her long red hair now shoulder-length, also holding up a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"I'm guessing you read it," she said. "So when are we doing it?"

Hermione made a loud exasperated sound from the dining room. "Am I the only one who can see the danger in what you want to do?"

Harry and Ginny walked towards the other four. "No, you're not, Hermione," Ginny told her, sitting down next to Luna. "We all understand that dangerous things could happen. We're willing to take the risk."

"We?" Ron asked Ginny, his eyebrows raised. "You're only sixteen. You're not coming."

"Excuse me?" Ginny said, heatedly. "I've handled as much as you all have! There's no way you're leaving me behind."

"Exactly, Ron," said Neville. "We all go in. Nobody's staying behind."

"I agree," said Luna. "And I love your new haircut, Ginny."

Ginny beamed at her. "Thanks, Luna. I did it myself. It's a pretty simple spell, actually – "

"Anyway," said Ron loudly. "If you all want to risk your lives, I guess I can't stop you. But there's no time left for discussion, so let's get down to business."

"What time?" Ginny asked. "Before or after the viewing time?"

"Before," said Luna, at the same time Ron said, "After."

"Why before?" Neville asked.

"Why after?" Ginny inquired.

"Well, before because atleast we'll know it's there," Luna explained. "Who knows? They might move it immediately after the viewing time."

"After because it'll be dark and there'll be less guards around it," Ron said. "And we'll get more planning time."

"I vote before," said Harry. "Less time to be nervous. And Luna's right. If they do move it, our chance is gone."

Everyone looked at Hermione, who did not look at all excited or eager. "Uh, before, I guess," she said, and before the others could turn away, she suddenly spoke again. "Look, I'm sorry for being negative and raining on your parade, but I'm trying to understand here. What makes you think six teenagers can, and this is only if we succeed the break-in and manage to work the Time-Turner, stop Voldemort better than other fully qualified Aurors can? Don't you think this idea has crossed their minds?"

"I'm sure it would've," said Harry impatiently. "But you said it yourself! Time shouldn't be messed with. They're part of the Ministry. The Ministry created the laws. They're not likely to break them, are they?"

"But – "

"Hermione, shut up, okay?" Ron said, looking annoyed. "No one is forcing you to come. This is something that we feel we have to do and nothing you say is going to stop us. So back off."

Hermione fell silent, looking hurt.

"What time do we go back to?" Ron asked the other four, but Harry spoke before anyone else had the chance.

"1977," he said quietly.

Hermione's face softened as she looked at him sadly.

"1977?" Ron asked, confused. "Why then?"

"Because…" Harry paused. "That's the year my parents were in their seventh year. I want to…I want to know what they were like. In school. It just seems…like a good place to start. And, I mean, it's four years before I was born, so there's no chance of me seeing myself. Same for you guys." Harry looked at them pleadingly. "It's really important to me."

"Yeah," said Ron. "We're there, mate."

"Absolutely," said Neville.

"For you, why not?" Ginny said, taking his hand.

Luna nodded, but Hermione didn't look convinced.

"What now?" Ron asked savagely.

Hermione refused to look away from his irate glare. "I just think Harry should remember the focus of the mission! We're supposed to be defeating – "

"I know who we're supposed to be defeating," Harry said quietly, as Ron made an angry sound. "And as for the mission, Hermione, I remember exactly what the focus is. But let me ask you this, Hermione. How many times have your parents died?"

"Never, but – "

"Just drop it, Hermione!" Ginny said, angrily.

Looking directly at Harry, Hermione said, "I'm sorry, Harry. I know the kind of appeal that year holds for you."

"But?" Harry asked, his eyebrows raised.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but seemed to think better of it and closed it again. "But nothing," she said, sighing. "Let's do it."

"Ouch!"

"Sorry, Ginny," Ron said, as he moved as much as the tiny telephone booth allowed.

"Ron, I'm here!" Neville hissed, as Ron stood on his foot.

"Shh," Harry warned. "Hermione, you're closest, pick up the receiver and dial – "

"I remember," she said, punching in the number combination.

A cool female voice sounded. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Kindly state your name and purpose."

"Our names are Ron, Luna, Neville, Harry, Hermione and Ginny and we're here to steal the Chronovator!" Ron cried excitedly before anyone could shush him.

"Thank you. Please collect your badges."

A number of brightly coloured badges fell through the narrow chute. Harry picked his up. It read, Harry Potter, Chronovator Stealing Mission. He pocketed it. The other five followed suit. The booth was stationary for a moment.

"Why aren't we moving?" Luna asked, but she had barely finished her sentence, before the ground below them rumbled and shook. Only a few seconds later, they found themselves in the reception area of the Ministry of Magic.

Surreptitiously moving to a corner to avoid the small group of wizards chatting in front of the welcome desk, Hermione silently performed Disillusionment charms on everyone but Harry and Ron, who were under the cloak. Quietly, they slipped past the wizards and past the desk. Upon, reaching the lift, Ron glanced at Harry under the cloak. Harry immediately the problem he was trying to convey. The minute they summoned the lift, the loud clanging sound would attract the attention of everyone else. And with apparently no one there, it would definitely stir up some trouble they didn't need. Ginny appeared to also have been thinking along the same lines, because Harry felt her small hand grip his wrist and push something into it. Looking down at it, he realized it was none other than Fred and George's Decoy Detonators. He was very impressed by Ginny's quick thinking and squeezed her hand to indicate his thanks.

Taking a deep breath he hurled it across the lobby. It immediately began to spin and whiz and make a terrible racket. The wizard at the desk hurried forward to investigate and the other wizards rushed forward to assist him.

Ron jabbed the button on the lift and the noise was drowned out by that of the Decoy Detonator. They all dashed inside and Luna hurriedly pressed the button for Level Six. As the lift doors shut, they all relaxed. Harry laughed out loud.

"I thought this would be the tricky part," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"Me too," Neville said, still invisible. "I guess security's gotten a lot more lax since Voldemort was finished."

"I wouldn't count on it being lax near the Chronovator though," Ginny warned. "I won't be surprised if they've hired trolls to guard it."

The doors opened noisily on Level Six. They looked around apprehensively but there didn't seem to be anyone around. The cool female witch had barely begun to tell them what was on Level Six by the time the six of them were outside and moving.

"What's this floor, by the way?" Luna asked, interestedly as they looked around.

"Department of Magical Transportation," Harry answered. "Time travel is also a means of magical transportation, I suppose – ah. Here it is."

Right in the middle of the room was the Chronovator, so mesmerising that all six of them could only gaze at it, transfixed. It was Ron who came to his senses first.

"C'mon, guys," he urged. "We can't lose focus now."

They walked towards the Chronovator, almost overlooking the six or seven Aurors standing around it, looking grim.

When Neville almost walked into one, Harry pulled him back and gestured for the others to come to the corner and rethink their strategies.

"Ron," he said. "Did you see whether it's door had a lock on it?"

"I couldn't tell, mate," said Ron, apologetically. "It could have had colloportus on it."

"That's not the problem right now," Ginny said. "Our problem is how we're going to get around its protection. We're out of Detonators."

Harry glanced around at Hermione and felt a surge of annoyance. She had been perfectly silent thus far yet he was certain she would know some spell to distract the Aurors.

"I'll tell you what," said Ron. "I'll cause some trouble here and you guys can slip in – "

"No way," Neville whispered fiercely. "Remember what we talked about? We stick together."

"But how else are we going to – "

"Shh," Harry said softly, for while the other two had been arguing, he was sure he had felt something brush his arm while passing. "There's someone here. Invisible."

Harry heard Ron's sharp intake of breath. "You mean someone else is trying to get their hands on it too?"

"Looks like it," Harry said grimly. "Well, that's it. We gotta do it now."

"But what about – " Neville began.

"It doesn't matter!" Harry whispered back. "As long as we make it inside, there's nothing they can do. And if we're lucky, our invisible friend will manage to get caught."

Under the cloak, Ron looked scared. Harry nodded at him once. "Okay, you guys. On the count of three – we move. One. Two – "

But before he had a chance to say "three" someone grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. Impulsively, Harry grabbed onto Ginny and Ron. Ginny found Hermione's hand, while Hermione caught Neville's and Luna's.

Confused, Harry allowed himself to be pulled forward, while at the same time dragging the other five. The invisible stranger finally reached the first auror and whispered in a familiar voice, "Confundo." Understanding, Harry released his hand and did the same to the next one, while Luna, Ginny, Neville and Ron confunded the next four. Harry, who was closest to the big gold door, pointed his wand at the knob and thought, "Alohomora." The door gave a small click and swung open, revealing a high ceilinged circular room covered in tiny mirrors. Harry stepped inside, seeing a thousand miniscule images of himself all around its interior. With Luna, Neville, Hermione, Ginny, Ron and the invisible stranger all inside, it was a slightly tight squeeze. Luna, closest to the big door, performed the counter-curse for Disillusionment charm and turned to Ron. "Lift me onto your shoulders."

Ron spluttered incoherently.

"Oh, Ron," said Ginny impatiently. "Just do it. She can't reach the dial otherwise."

Ron pulled off the invisibility cloak and reluctantly bent down, lifting Luna so that she had on his shoulders, her legs on either side of his neck. With strength no one knew she had she turned the gigantic dial the first quarter – one year, second quarter – two years, the third quarter – three years and the fourth – four years. In this manner, she turned the whole dial another four times. Twenty years. And then the last quarter – twenty-one years.

Ron bent down once more, so she could slide down and the seven of them looked around apprehensively.

Harry barely had time to turn to and thank their newcomer before the ground beneath shuddered the whole lot of them were plunged into 1977.

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