Chapter 1

Alone, all alone. Or for the most part. That was the only thought that kept running through my mind. I picked up my wand and inspected it with a curious expression on my face. It'd be so easy to end it all right now. This whole war hasn't been worth it, and I would've rather died fighting with those that I've grown to love rather than live this "peaceful" life without them. My hand twitched in temptation. It would be so easy to say the two words that would end my suffering forever. Two simple words.

A rather loud bang snapped me out of my morbid thoughts. It seemed as if my suicidal brooding would have to wait. I got up and walked to the door and opened it to find Ginny standing there. My one love, the only one that has been able to keep me going through these dark years. A silent tear ran down my cheek as I thought about all that we have lost. She lost her whole family. The ones people that she grew up with, the ones that have always cared for her, and attempted to the best of their abilities to keep her alive. I have lost my surrogate family. The ones who took a lonely boy with an abusive family in and showed him what love really meant.

I shake my head and snapped out of these dark thoughts. I learned a long time ago that it doesn't do to dwell on the past. I took a look at Ginny and noticed that the dark circles surrounding her eyes have gotten even worse since she left for her vacation. It appeared as if neither of us were sleeping too well. The only time we got any amount of sleep was when we were with each other. We kept each other's demons at bay.

I went up to her and gave her a strong hug filled with a want for comfort, a want to know that everything would turn out alright. She returned the hug, though it was without the comfort and the knowledge that I longed for. Instead her hug was an exact replica of mine, filled with the same want and need for knowledge. I bent down and tenderly kissed her lips then sighed. Was it wrong that I still showed affection for her? Was it disrespectful to the thousands dead from the war?

She seemed to sense my thoughts and gave my waist a tight squeeze before letting go and heading to our room. I stared after her for a moment before I came back to my senses and went and grabbed a bottle of firewhisky. I sat down at the table and started drowning my sorrows in the bottle of smoldering hot alcohol. Stuck reliving memories of the war was not an ideal way to spend the rest of your life, but between a mixture of firewhisky and Ginny, the pain seemed to be numbed, if only a bit.

Again, I sighed. If only there was a way that I could change things. If only I could somehow go back or send a message back that would alter the war. I knew it was dangerous, but how does a little hope hurt? I took another sip and noticed the bottle was almost empty. I'd have to slow down before I ended up completely pissed. Usually I wouldn't really care, but Ginny would refuse to give me a hangover potion and I had a Ministry commemoration event to attend to the next day to honor the end of the war and those who died fighting for the freedom of Wizarding Britain. I really didn't care for the Ministry or the public, but I'd go to honor those who gave their lives to give me more time to take down that monster, and I didn't want to do that pissed.

I took a last sip of the bottle empting it of all liquid. I threw it in the garbage then made my way back upstairs to my room slightly tipsy. It would wear off by morning, or at least I hoped it would. Either way, it's easier to deal with being tipsy then pissed out of your mind.

Once in my rather small room, I stripped to my boxers and took a look at my body. It was easy to notice the signs of fatigue and not eating on my body. Maybe it would be better to kill myself with a curse, that way I wouldn't suffer like I would if I kept starving myself to death. For what seemed like the hundredth time that day I sighed, and shook myself out of suicidal thoughts. I climbed in bed and lay down next to Ginny's already sleeping form. Though it wasn't a peaceful sleep, she was twisting and turning in an obvious nightmare. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me and she immediately settled down. Sometimes it still shocked me the calming effect we had on each other, even when asleep.

I let my thoughts wonder to where I would've been without this beautiful creature in my life. I would probably have ended up dead before the war even started in earnest. Even if I made through the war without her, I wouldn't be here right now. I could say without a doubt that she was the reason that I was still here, the reason I haven't moved on to the next great adventure as Albus liked to call it. I was pretty sure she felt the same way. With that thought my body and mind relaxed and I fell into the first peaceful night of sleep I've had since Ginny left for vacation.

The next morning found both of us frantically getting dressed up in formal muggle clothes. After the war ended, neither of us was fond of anything that reminded us of the wizarding world, unless of course it was alcohol. We were strange that way, but everything else reminded us of what we lost. There was not a magical thing in their little flat except for a cabinet full of wizard's strongest alcohol and their wands, and they mainly kept those with them due to their paranoia which was fostered and nurtured by the war and Voldemort.

A muttered curse from Ginny shook me from my thoughts and reminded me that we only had ten minutes to get dressed and ready for this Ministry event. I put on my belt and finished tying my shoes then waited patiently for Ginny to finish getting dressed before I grabbed her and apparated us both to the designated field that the Ministry set up the ceremony (more like celebration on the public's point of view).

When we got there we were greeted by the new Minister, and one of the few surviving members of the Order of the Phoenix, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Thanks for coming Harry. I know you hate anything to do with our world and especially anything to do with the public, but it means a lot to have you here."

"No problem Kingsley, I wasn't the only one that lost people during the war. The least I can do for those that suffered is to show up at functions that are meant to remember their sacrifice." I replied, "But it seems as if others feel the need to celebrate rather than remember," I added viewing someone set off a bunch of fireworks that spelled "Victory."

Kingsley shrugged and said, "At least they have something to be happy about."

I nodded, then grabbed Ginny's hand and dragged her to several people that they recognized and lost someone during the war. Throughout the day my mind kept drifting to the thoughts I was having yesterday. I knew there were books about advanced forms of time travel in the Department of Mysteries. Remembering this, I was tempted to just drop what I was doing and ask the Unspeakables to give me the book, they owed me anyway.

Later that day found us back in our flat. We were sitting on the couch with the T.V. on and a bottle of firewhisky in each of our hands. Well, an empty one in Ginny's and her head in my lap, and a light snoring sound escaping her lips with each breath she took. I started absently running my fingers through her hair as I took another sip of firewhisky. My thoughts have not strayed far from the book that was locked up in the Department of Mysteries. Eventually my mind was made up, I would go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow and call in the huge favor the Unspeakables owed me and get that book. With that thought I fell asleep on the couch with a faint smile on my face, my first one in years.

I have just arrived back from the Ministry of Magic with a book in my hand and the broadest grin on my face since before the war started. I ran up to Ginny who was watching the tube and shoved the book in her lap.

She looked up me with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's this?"

I replied with my broad grin still intact, "That is a book on time travel. And inside it is a section on a way to send your soul, mind, and magical core back in time. Your essence will merge with your younger self. This is a way that we can go back and end the second war before it even happens! We'll be able to see everyone again!"

Ginny looked a little confused when I started my explanation, but by the time I finished she too bore a large grin on her face. I nearly danced with joy, this was the first time I've truly seen Ginny happy since those peaceful moments before the war. Not only that, but I found away to go back to the past and have a second chance to redo everything, to vastly reduce the number of causalities of the war. Yes, life was certainly looking up right now.

Both Ginny and I went to bed happy that night, and for the first time in over a decade we slept with happy dreams, no hint of a nightmare at all.

3 months later

"Are you ready for this?" I asked Ginny. We had spent the last three months preparing and setting up the ritual that would send our essence back to the past. We had already had the lines for it drawn, and the only thing left were for us to take the potions and perform that last spell that would send us back.

She nodded and replied, "I've been ready since you told me about this, now you better stop stalling or you're not going to be too happy when you see me once we get back!"

I chuckled a bit and added some more ingredients to the disgusting looking potion. It was a very long shot that this would work, but what did we have to lose? If this failed we will end up dead, and both of us agreed that it'd be better dead with our family then stuck here without them. If we succeeded, well that was obvious, we'd have everyone back and we would have a second chance to do everything right. After I finished adding the ingredients to the potions and stirring them, I gave a cup to Ginny who drank it all and grimaced. I too drank mine in one gulp and nearly vomited. This stuff was disgusting.

I took a look at Ginny and thought about all the times we spent together. Throughout the war she was what kept me going, especially after Ron and Hermione died. Ron and Hermione, they were the last ones to die, and gave their lives so that I could live to hit Voldemort with the killing curse. A single tear escaped my eye and I furiously wiped it away.

"Ginny, if this doesn't work, know that I'll always love you."

"I love you too Harry."

With that we kissed passionately then broke apart, looked at each other, nodded, then cast the killing curse at ourselves. Our souls were ripped from our body's and thanks the rituals we did they were forced into a temporal portal and sent back to the summer of 1994, before my fourth year at Hogwarts.

At seven in the morning the resident of the smallest bedroom in Number 4 Private Drive woke up screaming as his older version's soul, memories, and magical merged with his.

AN: Well, I know this is overly cliché, but I didn't have the inspiration to continue with any of my other stories and just randomly started writing this one and liked where it took me. I believe I'll continue working on this one while my other projects are put on hold. Though I will occasionally work on my original piece whenever inspiration strikes me. Anyway, thoughts?