Disclaimer: Harry Potter and characters belong to JKR.

Summary: After the defeat of Voldemort, Harry Potter has one last task given to him that involves teaching the DADA position at Hogwarts in 1977. But can Harry manage to not change the past with his parents' lives at stake? And can he pick up his life with guilt weighing over him every waking and nonwaking second?

Reliving the Past

Chapter 1

"Harry…"

Who was calling his name? And why was it so bright?

"Harry!"

Slowly the room swirled into focus. If you could call it a room. In the midst of the empty, white space stood a man with a long silvery beard and half-moon spectacles peering at him.

Harry Potter, an eighteen-year-old boy with black untidy hair and bright green eyes, stared at the man, still standing there with worry written all over his face. He opened his mouth, but no noise came out. Ignoring the dull throb in his head, Harry forced himself to focus on the man in front of him.

"Dumbledore?" he asked, still in a daze. He couldn't remember where he was. Or why. The last thing he remembered was… Voldemort! Slowly the past few days came back to Harry.

(flashback)

"Little girl, I am only asking where Potter is. Surely that is not hard to comprehend," a cold steely voice said to a red haired girl crouched on the floor. Slowly Ginny Weasley got to her feet, staring straight into the eyes of the cloaked figure. Shivering in fear, she tried to maintain her posture and glare.

"Like I would tell you." She spat bitterly, barely concealing her fear from edging its way out.

"If you do not tell me where Potter is, I will personally kill you and watch you suffer."

"Kill me then," Ginny said, still standing. "I won't let you kill Harry."

"The passion," the voice mocked at her, loud for everyone to hear. "Is there something more to you and Potter then you let show? Hmmm.. Curious indeed." His eyes scanned Ginny's feared expression. "You remind me of someone. A little eleven year old and a diary or something," he continued, pretending to be just remembering. His cold eyes glared at her as Ginny's face went even paler than what it was before. "I must say, you might be useful. Yes, I'll wait for Potter to come and kill you for him to see. That is, if he's not too much of a coward to show his face."

Ginny bit her lip from retorting back any response. Unable to maintain herself anymore, she spat out angrily, "Harry is not a coward. And he will kill you, no matter what."

"Is that so, little girl? Don't worry, your Harry will be glad to join his so-called godfather and parents. In fact, if you tell me where he is, I might make his death a little less painful."

Turning around while still keeping a watch on Ginny, the cloaked figure came across a group of first years, cowering in fear. "Since Ms. Weasley fails to provide such information, I just have to entertain myself a different way until Potter shows up." Smirking evilly at the first years, he pointed his wand. "But they're so young. So innocent. I actually feel bad about this." he paused for a moment mockingly. "Or not. Avada Kedavra." Immediately a streak of green light illuminated out of his wand, silencing the screams from the cowering group.

Ginny's eyes widened as they filled with tears as she watched the heap of student fall to the ground, never to move again. Voldemort, not fazed at all, began carelessly flinging the unforgivable curses throughout the room. Shrieks and cries could be heard throughout the room as bright green lights flashed, followed by a maniacal high-pitched laughter.

"Expelliarmus!" Ginny cried out, in desperate hope to catch Voldemort off guard. A sense of hope filled her as his wand slowly started to float to where she was. However, before it got even halfway, Voldemort lifted his hand to the wand, immediately pulling it back to him. Glaring at Ginny, he slowly made his way to her.

"Crucio!"

Immediately the redhead felt stabs of pain hitting her from every possible point on her. Screaming in agony, she prayed for the pain to lessen. Eventually Voldemort lifted his wand off her, dropping her into a pile to the ground, full of cuts and bruises. "Dare to touch my wand again blood traitor?"

Ginny used all her strength to sneer back at him, still feeling the burning sensation throughout her body.

"Crucio." Voldemort raised his wand at Ginny again, causing her screams to echo throughout the room.

"Stupefy!" a voice from the back of the room shouted, shaking in anger. Voldemort glanced up in time to narrowly miss the spell, breaking his concentration from Ginny. As soon as Voldemort had moved, Ginny fell to the ground unmoving.

"Ah, Potter… the Chosen One… here at last." Voldemort started his way to where Harry stood in the back with his wand pointed at Voldemort from that last spell. "You don't know how long I've waited for this day. Seventeen long years actually, and finally, here we are at last."

Harry remained silent, watching carefully every move.

"Are you ready to join your headmaster?" Voldemort mocked.

Shaking in rage, Harry sent a hex hurtling at Voldemort who disbanded it easily with a flick of his hand.

"Crucio!"

Harry barely ducked in time to avoid being hit by the unforgivable curse.

Sending more curses at Harry, Voldemort continued, "Or how about Black? It was such a pity he did not follow his family footsteps. He would have made an honorable follower."

"Stupefy!" Harry shouted while dodging the numerous curses being thrown at him.

"Avada Kedavra."

"Impedimenta!"

"Incendio!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Stupefy!"

"Crucio!"

As Harry dodged yet another Cruciatus Curse, he quickly thought to himself. He did not know how much longer he'll be able to take of this. Knowing he had to do something different. Something unexpected. But what?

"You never answered me Potter. Ready to join your parents? Or how about…" he flicked his eyes towards the lying heap where Ginny was laying. "Your girlfriend?"

Harry's eyes darkened at the mention of Ginny, startling him enough as a Cruciatus Curse finally hit its mark. Harry screamed as he felt the familiar piercing of knives burning through him. Holding him for a while, Voldemort laughed before dropping Harry to the ground. "Did that hurt Harry?" he asked, referring to both the verbal and physical beating. "To never be able to talk to her again. To never hold her. But it doesn't matter. When I'm done with you she'll be the last of your worries." An uncontrollable rage entered him, leaving him… calm?

"You're wrong about that… Tom." Harry said, as he picked himself off the ground. Voldemort's snakelike eyes widened at Harry's will to continue fighting.

"Crucio!"

But Harry managed to duck the curse, continuing his way to Voldemort. Screaming every curse he knew, he continued to Voldemort. Finally one of his many spells hit Voldemort.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry called, disarming Voldemort. He stood over Voldemort, pointing his wand right at his heart.

"Go on Harry," Voldemort mocked, sneering at him. "Use the unforgivable curse. You know you want to. It's a part of you."

Harry hesitated at Voldemort's words. From all the deaths and terror Voldemort had brought, he couldn't pull himself to muttered those two dreaded words. "A- "Harry glanced at Ginny and then at Voldemort. "Accio sword!" he said. Voldemort's eyes widened at this surprise, but he didn't have much time to retaliate. A second later, a golden sword whizzed into the room landing right in Harry's hands. "For my parents, Ginny, and everyone you hurt." Harry brought the sword right into Voldemort's heart. "…Goodbye… Tom."

As the sword pierced through him, he screamed in agony. As the last breath left Tom, a green light shone out of the mark Harry had made in his body, shooting straight up into Harry. Harry glanced around the room as an unbearable pain worse than the Cruciatus Curse struck through him. His eyes brimmed with tears at the pain coming from Voldemort's body and the sadness of all the lying dead bodies surrounding him. His eyes came to a final rest on the petite redhead lying on the ground as his vision faded to black.

(/flashback)

"Yes Harry." The man, also known as Albus Dumbledore, nodded his head.

Harry shot up from where he was lying as an immense pain throbbed through his body. "But you… you're…"

"Dead?" Dumbledore supplied, his eyes twinkling in amusement as he gently pushed Harry back down on to the bed he was lying on. Harry nodded, feeling another stab of pain going through his body. "One cannot be limited by death." Seeing Harry's confused expression, Dumbledore hurried on, "But I do not have much time for such bothersome terms."

"Sir, what happened to Voldemort?"

"Tom is dead, Harry, thanks to you." Dumbledore smiled over his spectacles at Harry.

"And what about…" Harry couldn't bring himself to say it.

Dumbledore's bright smile dimmed slightly at what he knew Harry was bringing up. "That is for you to learn at a later time. It is not my place to tell you."

Harry narrowed his eyes, as anger slowly began to build up within him in addition to the dread that had been sitting at the bottom of his stomach since he woke up.

"Now Harry, I have come with an offer to propose for you."

Harry closed his eyes in defeat. "What now?" he asked darkly.

"In my teaching career, we had a young professor come to Hogwarts as a teacher for a Defense Against the Dark Arts position."

"…So?"

"Unless my memory fails me, I do believe that this professor saved a group of students, two in particular, from Voldemort."

"Yay for him." Harry replied dryly.

Ignoring Harry's annoyed tone, Dumbledore continued. "He went by the name of Harry Potter…"

At this Harry opened his eyes, quickly scanning Dumbledore's face. "I do believe it was you who was that professor."

"Alright, so?" Harry asked, looking skeptically at the aged wizard in front of him. "If you want me to go back, forget it. I've had enough of this war."

"Harry-"

Harry cut in. "I already killed Voldemort because of that prophecy. What more do I have to do!" he asked angrily.

"Yes Harry, you have done enough. But it's more than just the war."

"What do you-" Harry began.

"Those two students were a Mr. James Potter and a Ms. Lily Evans." Dumbledore finished.

Harry gaped at what the former headmaster just said.

"Please Harry. This is the last favor I ask of you. After you return, you will be completely done with all this war." Harry nodded still unable to talk. "It's settled then. I will be sending you to the year of 1977. And however much you are tempted, you cannot change the future Harry. You cannot warn your parents of Peter Pettigrew, you are only there to protect them. Its consequences are unseen and can become an even greater threat than we might guess." Seeing Harry's nod, Dumbledore waved his wand at Harry, and after muttering a spell, a light shot around him. As the light slowly circled Harry, it rose getting higher and higher. Dumbledore offered one last remark before Harry's parting. "Good luck Harry, and enjoy your time with your parents." Harry watched Dumbledore's twinkling eyes to fade into the background as he was removed from that room, that time, that life.

A/N: hey everyone. I know this story has probably been done a lot, but oh well. I hope you enjoyed it and ill try to post the next chapter as soon as possible. Review please!

this is a repost for those who read the other one. story is still the same, i just had to change something and i couldnt find out how to do it without recreating a new story. sorry!