I haven't actually read the seventh book (all the way through) (SHUN!) my friend read me the end and told me who died, so there really is not that much of a reason for me to read this and I'm turning back the clock a lot… Really I'm just rewriting a lot of the series back from the first thing I think JKRawlings did wrong… But, knowing me, I'll probably end up putting this on hiatus. But, now R&R!!

Wait: Before I forget: (Man, that was a lot of ':'s) *checking the mirror* *says a couple words* dang, not a blond adult with a British accent. I'm not JKRawlings and if you didn't figure that out when I said 'First thing that JKRawlings did wrong'

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A lanky, old woman wearing purple robes and wirey glasses stood around a clean ally in front of a bookstore of sorts.

"Professor McGonagall." A witch clad in billowing green robes said while tipping her hat.

"Sprout."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Top secret, you'll find out later."

"How much later?"

"About eleven years." Professor Sprout looked annoyed and stomped off and Minerva giggled in her mind.

People kept bothering her, so she pondered whether she should pretend to shop (she couldn't do that, Albus might not find her as fast) or to turn into a cat. That was obviously a problem because the people who would see her would think she's showing off 'Oh Merlin, I'm turning into an egomaniac!' she thought. 'Well, most people are distracted by the riddance of Voldemort' she cringed at that name. She waited until she thought no one was looking and morphed- quite quickly- into a brown and grayish striped tabby cat and scaled a short building that contained wands for young wizards and witches called 'Olivanders' she sat there for quite awhile, about an hour, until a man with long, silvery hair appeared out of virtually nowhere.

"Dumbledore." She said, while jumping down and turning back into a human.

"Minerva."

"Where is he?" she said calmly

"With Hagrid, on that motorcycle of Sirius's."

"So, you questioned Sirius, and if he wasn't the secret keeper, then..." she trailed off.

"Peter." He said.

Suddenly a man of great proportions came out of the blue on a big red motor bike.

"Do you have the boy, Hagrid?" McGonagall said, skeptically.

"Right 'ear." Hagrid handed over a small white bundle to Dumbledore. "Sleepin' like a rock, 'e is. Fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."

"Is that where-" Professer McGonagall asked. She pionted to the scar.

"Yes." said Dumbledore.

"Bye." Hagird said before letting out a gaint sob. "S-s-sorry." He sobbed "I c-c-can't stand it - James and Lily dead!"

"Shh!" McGonagall said. "Remember the inconspicious thing?"

"I m-must return to the grounds."

After Hagrid was on the motorbike and out sight Dumbledore said:

"Shall we?" he lifted out his arm.

"Fine. Don't you trust me to apparate on my own?"

"Yes I do, I just think we should apparate together because of last time." He was referring to the time they thought the same destination; they ended up twenty miles from each other.

"Fine." she grumbled and touched his arm, they went whizzing through the time/space/magic continuum and got to a place that neither had been during the day.

"Eerie." Albus said. Albus whispered something under his breath and another flat appeared out of nowhere. To any other onlooker, it looked as though the people clad in odd clothing walked into a wall between two perfectly good doors and disappeared. They knocked on the unseen door and left the boy and a letter next to him and apperated back to a fairly large sized castle.