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Rose

It's not a good day for Albus Dumbledore when one of his best students goes rogue. Being a kind and trusting old man may put him in favour with most people but there are those of us who use it for our own ulterior motives just like me. Nether the less he is still a powerful wizard so crossing him can land you in a spot of bother. I would know. As you can imagine he was not very happy with me when he found out I was leaving school before the start of my six year. Things got even worse when he managed to find out where I was going. You see it's not everyday that a sixteen year old witch gets it into her head to change the future. What pleased him even less was that the future I planned to change was in fact the present. Too bad he never had enough time to do anything about it.

It all started in mid August. I was home and with family, neither of which could be viewed as positives, especially not since I found out that I was adopted. On the other hand it was pleasant to know that I did not in fact share DNA with Ronald or Percy. Mum was really worried about me, I had even over heard her talking about how worried she was I was going to run away, or something equally as stupid to dad, except I didn't think of them as mum and dad anymore. They were Molly and Arthur. That week I had yelled, screamed, threatened and cried trying to find out who my real parents were. I could tell by the look on their faces that they were deceased but I would have liked pictures, names or something.

"Ginny" I looked up to see Harry standing in my doorway.

"Take a seat" I muttered. As he sat down I noticed a large envelope in his hands and he noticed the attention I was paying to it.

"Here, they won't know I took it since it's a copy of the originals." He looked as good as I did which could only be described as horrible at best.

Hands shaking and breathing laboured I opened the envelope to find the first sheet was a picture. It was of a handsome young redheaded man with green-blue coloured eyes and a woman who looked exactly like me except she had blonde hair and blue eyes. Even though I was a redhead I still stood out among the Weasley's. Their hair was a burnt orange and mine was an auburn red. Their hair was straight and thick where my hair was loosely curled. They were all tall and lanky and I was small and lithe. They had either born or blue eyes but I had green-blue eyes. Looking at this picture it was nice to be able to recognise parts of them in me. I had the same eye and hair colour as the man and I looked exactly like the woman except for my hair and eye colour.

Harry was smiling. "It's nice to be able to see them. It sort of proves that they were real."

"I never really understood how you never got sick of people saying you look exactly like your father but have your mother's eyes until now." I knew I was smiling among the tears.

"Yeah, so are you going to look through rest or should I have only bothered with the picture," he smiled and I could see not only the amusement the happiness at how someone finally understood.

The next sheet was a birth certificate, my birth certificate. Looking at it I noticed how different the truth really was. My name was Guinevere Eleanora Hallowell. Ginevra was Italian for Guinevere. Molly had said I was a big baby but according to this I was a small baby. It turns out I wasn't born on the 11th of August but the 24th of December. My parent's names were Azrael and Helena and they were French purebloods. Honestly, why is blood status needed on a freaking birth certificate, merlin! I smiled when my mother's height read 5'4", she wasn't much taller than me. I just reach 5'2" which sucks when all the men in the house are at least six foot, which happened to be my father's height.

"Sort of redefines who you think you are doesn't it?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I feel like I don't even know who I am anymore?" I whispered. I couldn't be bothered taking out the next sheet. "What happened to them?"

"Your mum died in labour I think it says somewhere and your dad was not liked by Greyback." He said grimly. It was slightly better than having your parent's murder by Voldemort to get to you, I guess.

"Hermione arrived today." He commented.

"Fabulous, my life is complete. I don't know how I managed to survive without her to treat me like I child along with everyone else." I was really tired of being treated like a five year old.

Harry laughed. He looked smug. Probably because I now understood how he felt when everyone coddled him and wanted to talk about feelings. If Hermione dared to try and talked to me about how I was feeling she would have been feeling my fist in her face. I grinned at the thought.

"Thinking up trouble are we?" Harry laughed.

"What makes you say that?" now I was curious.

"You get this sparkle in your eyes and the right corner of you mouth twitches up. That and I know Hermione is all about feelings, I have had many a thought where I hit her in the head with Hogwarts: A History." He didn't get a chance to finish the word with before I snorted and laughed as he continued, smiling all the while.

"So who exactly is downstairs?" I wondered.

"Fluer-…"

"Don't even bother to continue." I muttered darkly, I did NOT want to her conceited French blonde opinion on my situation.

"If it's any consolation, Hermione is having to sit through beauty care advice at the moment." And we both burst out laughing at this. I hoped Hermione was enjoying herself.

"When I left Fluer was saying how the fact that she barely ever read when she did her N.E.W.T.'s gave her time to look beautiful, however you say it in french. Ron was too busy drooling to come to her rescue." He laughed.

"Bet Hermione loved the advice, she'll love Ron even more for not saving her." I giggled.

"Wouldn't it have been great to be Marauders." Harry laughed.

"Yeah, you and I would have been worshipped." I giggled, imaging boys like Zacharias Smith bowing down to me and the when the were staring at the ground I would sneakingly stick enchanting notes on their back saying 'kick me' so that everyone who read it would kick them.

"Evil eye sparkle again." Harry snickered and laughed himself silly when I relayed my evil plot.

"The time of the Marauders must have been great. Can you imagine the rush you would get if you got away with things like that. Oh My Merlin, imagine how McGonagall would deal with it," we both snorted and laughed, "The only downside would be that their clothes would be even more archaic than they are now."

"Yeah, someone should have introduced muggle clothes back then so things would be easier for us now." He chuckled.

"HARRY!" we heard Molly yell.

"The angry mother hen beckons. I'll see you later." Harry said and left with a small smile.

Now I was alone yet again. Having Harry talk to me had been a nice distraction now it was me and my mind, scary really. Being a Marauder would have been lots of fun but in these times, when war was upon us, you weren't allowed to have fun or be happy. I wondered what things would have been like if Voldemort had been destroyed by, say, Dumbledore. Would things now be very different? Would Harry and I have our parents? Would Hermione still be a witch? Would everyone be safe and happy? Something in my heart kept saying no when my mind kept saying yes. Looking at the clock next to my bed I noticed it was about eight. No wonder Harry had been called down it was dinner time. I hadn't eaten in two weeks, I just wasn't hungry.

It was then that the thought first crossed my mind. What if someone went back and changed it all for the better? At first I tossed the thought aside as silly and stupid but as I the night got later it kept popping up. Then I decided I had to do it. It was stupid, it was reckless and it may not work but I'm stubborn as hell and even more determined. The next week and a half I planned.

I remembered when Sirius fell through the veil. The doorway had been covered I ruins and other such inscription. Using my pensieve, a gift from Harry, I took a closer look at it. The individual inscriptions were each on a separated little stone in one section. Translating the ruins I found exactly what I wanted, what Professor Binns had said was a mere legend. The veil could be used as a gateway to the past. Take that, Unspeakables! Binns had said many unspeakables had tried to find out what the veil was originally meant to be used for. Folding up the parchment I put it into the pocket of my jeans, pulled a hoodie over my shirt, put on my boots and started to pack my things. When Harry was busy laughing I had kidnapped his wand so I could minimise all my things to fit into my pockets.

With my clothes and school stuff done and it being late at night, I climbed very carefully out the window and down side of the house. Now all I had to do was get myself to Gringotts then the ministry. Easy enough. All I had to do was walk into town and catch the Nightbus to the Leaky Cauldron, walk through Diagon Alley to Gringotts, remove all my money, then floo to the Ministry.

I took a seat at the bus stop in town. While I waited it was time to set out some details. Since I wouldn't be born yet I'd use my real name, I'd be a Gryffindor, because the hat probably wouldn't put my anywhere eels, and I would be a sixth year. Depending on what year I went back to would effect who I was at school with and what was happening in the war. If I went back to the Marauder's sixth year I would have two years to be friends with them, two years to help Peter, Snape and Regulus. Those three were my main concerns if I helped others along the way that was fine. If I went back to their seventh year I would only have one year to work on Peter but longer to help Regulus. I would also be able to help get James and Lily together. Merlin, time is difficult.

"Welcome to the… 'Ello, isn't you little Ginny Weasley?" Stan Shunkbite asked and I did not like the way he was leering.

"No, sorry, I'm not. Is this the Nightbus?" I asked my voice softer than it had been, ever since I found out I was adopted small things about me had changed, my appearance had been the first, though it was the loose curls and eye colour that were new.

"Yep, this is the Nightbus, where you headed anyway?" he asked.

"Um, I'm looking to go to the Leaky Caulron, can you take me there? I figured it best to be polite.

"Sure, love, we'll 'ave you there in a jiffy." And with that we were off.

While I was on the bus I figured I'd let my hair out of its ponytail and put on some mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss to help with being recognised. The old Ginny Weasley never let her hair out of its ponytail and she never wore make-up either so I figured that would be enough. The bus reached the Leaky Cauldron quickly and I was glad to be out of Stan Shunknite's biew. Tom, the barman and owner, didn't recognise me at all. Amazing what a little make-up and hair can do. I rented a room for the night, since I was only going to be there that one night.

The next morning as I ate breakfast there was a lot of chatter about 'that missing Weasley girl'. I heard many comments such as 'not surprising with that many children' and 'six boys no wonder she run away'. Ignoring it was rather easy and I soon found myself at Gringotts.

"Hi, I wish to speak to one of the Head Goblins if I may." I asked a particularly bored looking Goblin.

"Oh, yes, right this way miss?" he asked.

"Hallowell, and your name is?" I smiled, I liked goblins they were so straightforward.

"Emerik." He replied and the rest of the walk went on in silence. We stopped at a door which Emerik disappeared through for a few minutes then returned though giving me the okay to speak to one of the head goblins.

"Hello, Miss Weasley, I am Azkorchen, what may I do for you?" Goblin or not he came across as very regal and curious as his eyes fised on me.

"Well, I'm going to take an educated guess and say you know what you may do for me." I replied with a smile as I took a seat.

"Alright then. I shall empty the personal vault of Miss Guinevere Hallowell and the Hallowell family vault for you. I shall also report them and four other vaults as being broken into. I will also have an unsuspecting wizard come across your dead body near Ottery St. Catchpole. How do you wish to have passed?" he asked and I had to admit he was through.

"Make it look like I went for a walk, slipped and hit my head on a rock. That sounds simple enough that they would never suspect anything and if they do they'll think someone killed me then robbed my vaults." I smiled, surprised by how well everything was coming together.

"Very well then." He left the room for a few minutes and returned with a small box I was guessing he had shrunk for me.

"Thank you, Azkorchen." I said, pocketing the box and leaving.

Back at the Leaky Cauldron I flooed to the Ministry. I used the address Arthur did and was quick to sneak out of the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts and unobtrusively make my way to the Department of Mysteries. I remembered everything that had occurred here a year ago. Part of me felt bad about doing this to everyone at a time like this but the other half knew in the end I was doing something someone should have done a long time ago. Over the PA system came a message from Albus Dumbledore.

"I do not wish to alarm anyone" at this I snorted, "but a young redheaded woman who is rather short" I muttered 'I am not short', "has been discovered to be a deatheater and is attempting to assassinate the minister as we speak, please help the aurors to find her, thank you."

Thank WANKER! I am NOT short, I am height challenged, thank you very much. As for telling them I'm a deatheater out to assassinate the minister, well, that's one way to catch me, I suppose. Too bad they're to late, it could have gotten really interesting around here.

There in front of me was the veil, in all its gruesome glory. I jogged up to it, pulled the sheet of paper out of my pocket and got to work. It didn't take very long to set the ruins up.

"Alright, I'm not sure if this is how it goes but veil, I need you to take me back to 1977." I said clearly.

"Hey, there she is. Stop!" someone yelled as I stepped through the veil.

The next thing I know I'm right where I was except everything looked newer, less, well, battle worn. I pulled out a cloak, put it on a made my way back into the ministry picking up a copy of the Daily Prophet. I almost screamed with joy when the date read August 31st. I managed to make it to a floo and then back to the Gringotts without drawing much attention to myself. I spoke to Azkorchen again though he didn't know me and managed to set everything up including fake school records and other such things. Now I had to floo to Dumbledore's office. This was going to be difficult.

"Come in, Miss Hallowell, believe." A barely younger looking Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling.

"Good, you received my letter." I smiled back.

"Yes, I did. I must say it will be a pleasure to have you. I was a bit surprised to find that you are enulled." He looked a little concerned but I smiled at him reassuringly. Lord knows I did not need this Dumbledore to be on my case to.

"When my parents passed away I had no guardian, godparent or any living relatives. I would have been placed into a foster home and I didn't to be put with people who only took me for my money or the fact that I'm a pureblood. My parents worked a lot so I practically raised and took care of myself." I let my smile falter convincingly, "The courts agreed because they knew I would be at school most of the year and that I would be an adult soon anyway."

"Well, welcome to Hogwarts. I'm Professor Dumbledore, your Headmaster. Here at Hogwarts we have four houses Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin. Students are sorted using this hat." He said a he pulled Godric Gryffindor's old hat down from its place on a shelf. He then placed it on my head and it waited a second before yelling Gryffindor.

"Alright then. On to you classes, what do you wish to take?"

"I think I'll take Defence, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Ancient Ruins and Care of Magical Creatures, if that's okay." I smiled nervously, aiming to act as if I was insure about everything. It seemed to have the old man fooled.

"Transfiguration is taught by Professor McGonagall, Defence by Professor Marlowe, Charms by Professor Flitwick, Ruins by Professor Knovachek, and Care of Magical Creature by Professor Cooper. Professor Slughorn teachers Potions and will be thrilled to see you managed an O in you O.W.L's." I didn't really need to know who taught what with a few of those classes but if I was knew I wouldn't know.

"I'll try and remember but it's a lot of names to remember when I don't have faces to put them to yet." I chuckled fake nervuodly.

"Very good, I'll see you at Gryffindor table tomorrow then." And with that I said good bye and left for the Leaky Cauldron.

Dinner was a very boring affair until I found a pretty blonde girl sitting in front of me.

"Hello, Tom, over there," she pointed to him, "says you're a new student at Hogwarts?" her brown eyes stared at me as if to read my mind.

"Yes, I'll be in Gryffindor." I said quietly, she was so loud.

"BRILLIANT! Oops, haha, you'll be in my dorm then. I'm Nicole Graham." She thrust a hand out to me which shook since it didn't look like I had much of a choice.

"I'm Guinevere Hallowell." I decided to stick to giving people the impression I was quiet, calm and gentle. That way I wouldn't come across of any sort of a threat.

"Guinevere huh?" she said and I nodded, "don't worry I'll think of a good nickname for you." She finished. I didn't particularly want a nickname. Everyone who had ever called me by a nickname had treated me like a child.

"Not very outspoken huh?" she laughed loudly. God, how I wished she would shut up!

"Not really." I muttered.

"Don't worry, I can fix that too." I beamed. I had to admit I didn't like the idea of being someone's experimental guinea pig.

"So what classes are you taking?" She asked eagerly.

"Defence, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Ancient Ruins and Care of Magical Creatures." I really didn't want to tell her but I didn't want to come across as rude.

"DAMN! Haha, I'm taking Charms, Potions, Astronomy, Divination and Herbology. I'm not that great a witch." She smiled.

"Everyone is different. Some people are better at different things, that's all. I wasn't that good with Herbology, Astronomy or Divination." I lied. I had in fact gotten O's for Herbology and Astronomy and an E for Divination (because I spent the entire paper talking about various ways in which Harry will suffer before he dies at the hand of a mosquito)

"Thanks, you are soooo sweet." She gave me a dazzling smile. Maybe fitting in wouldn't be so hard.

"Oh, and I know what I'm going to call you now." She laughed, "I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier. Rose. Because your hair is as red as one." She continued. As annoying as I found her I was glad I had made at least one friend. Hopefully my first day at Hogwarts would go this smoothly.

"Rose, hello?" I snapped out of my thoughts, "I don't worry" she said, "I daze off like that too sometimes. Best we head off to bed now."

We both stood up and it was then I noticed the difference in our heights. I groaned when I estimated her to be five foot eight. She looked at me and giggled.

"Aww, you're so little! Night." And with that she flounced up to her room. I both hated and liked the girl. She was going to drive me insane.

a/n:

disclaimer: I do not own the charater etc it's all j.k. rowlings. You all know this and I'm not going to repeat it every chapter cos I'm lazy.

If I were ginny I'd hate being youngest because I imagine you'd get babied so I thought it'd be funny if she thought she'd escaped that and turns out everyone in the past do it to. Read and review people.

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