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"So…" Hermione could see Ron's wheels turning. "You don't remember the last few years like we do?" The whole family sat around Harry and Hermione quietly, taking in what was being said.

Harry's ears turned red and he stammered, "I—I don't know. I may not remember my entire life the way everyone else does. That's what I'm trying to find out now."

Molly spoke up. "Why don't you tell us what—"

"MUM! Where's that crazy brother of mine? He left me at the shop…"

Hermione turned to see Harry's eyes widened and fill with tears. "Fred?"

"Harry? What's wrong?"

Harry turned to his girlfriend and whispered, "I just saw Fred…" He shook his head. "Never mind. Not my history anymore, right?" He tried to smile. However, Molly had spotted him.

"Maybe we should get started. Tell us what you know of your life. Fred! Come in here and sit down for a bit."

After everyone got settled, Harry began his tale, beginning with his parents' deaths and Voldemort's demise. Hermione was horrified to hear of his life with his uncle and aunt, but she was relieved to hear that they and Ron were friends, even in Harry's past. He went into details that she knew were hurting Harry, especially the deaths of Sirius, Tonks, Remus, and even Dumbledore. Surprisingly, he was even a bit hurt by Snape's death.

"But Harry," Arthur was confused, "how did you get from there to here? When did you travel here, if that's what happened?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm certain it has something to do with the war, my magic depleting, or something. I just can't pinpoint what." He smiled over to Hermione. "Lucky I'm dating the smartest witch of our generation, huh?" Hermione felt her face heat up after that. Harry continued, "I just need to know what I'm missing right now. Fill in my blank spaces."

Fred, looking a bit shell-shocked from finding out that he had been killed in Harry's past, nodded soberly. "I think we can do that."

Hermione began. "You were born July 31, 1980, to James and Lily Potter. Together with Neville's parents, they were hidden and put under the Fidelis charm, and they made Sirius the Secret Keeper. They had considered making Remus or Peter Pettigrew the Keeper, but they knew Remus already had his own troubles, and they had suspicions about Peter. Turns out they were correct."

Harry furrowed his brow. "What made Peter suspicious, and why didn't they see it in my timeline?"

"Who knows? I've heard tale that they were warned by someone, but they never told who told them. Anyway, Voldemort sent his lackeys after Sirius, but luckily, Sirius stayed in his animagus form while he was out and about. No one ever tracked him."

"Well, how was Voldemort defeated?"

Hermione smiled. "Patience, love. One night around the Christmas after your first birthday, Voldemort did find you and your parents, but he did not realize that yours and Neville's parents had placed blood wards around your home, and when he crossed them, he was decimated. No one saw him again until after our second year."

Molly picked up the story here. "Your parents fought off the remaining Death Eaters, and immediately, Dumbledore came in, wand waving, like he knew what was going to happen. Little did we know, he did."

"Blood wards? I thought they can only be created by sacrifice. That's how my mom unknowingly protected me last time, and that's why I had to go live with Aunt Petunia."

"That's what Dumbledore was counting on." Arthur continued the story. "However, your mother and Alice Longbottom researched and found that they could actually create the wards with just a drop of blood from each of them and the right spell. Anyone without theirs or your fathers' blood would have dropped dead, including any of their friends. Thankfully, only Voldemort found them."

Harry sat silently for a moment. "So, my parents…they're alive? I didn't grow up at the Dursleys?"

Hermione took over. "They are, as are the Longbottoms. However, they're all out of the country at the moment rounding up the remaining Death Eaters. We don't want a repeat of the last few years."

The brunette took in the love of her life, the reason she had gone on the run for the last year. The news that his parents were alive was hitting him hard.

"And Sirius? Remus? Tonks?"

Hermione smiled. "Alive and well. As is Teddy."

Harry still looked wary. "Who did we lose then? We can't have gotten out of the war unscathed."

Ron spoke up. "Um, well, Flitwick didn't make it. Voldemort still killed Snape, but this time it was because he found out he was a traitor earlier on. Draco Malfoy…"

"And Ginny. She was the first major causality of this war," Molly inserted. Harry nodded slowly then looked up again.

"Dumbledore?"

Hermione felt the rage build in her again. "Is where he deserves to be."

Harry knew the Dumbledore of his memory was a manipulative old coot. However, he felt no hatred toward the former headmaster, just sadness at being deceived all those years. The way Hermione's face went red, however, told Harry that this Albus was a horse of a different color.

Hermione began, "You said that your Dumbledore kept you prisoner throughout the summers, and subjected not only you, but your whole school to danger each year." When Harry nodded, she continued, "Our Albus had no reason to keep you locked away; you had your parents, so he couldn't be your magical guardian. Voldemort didn't attack you or Neville directly, but because the wards were created with the intent of protecting you two, it was up to you two to stop him when he came back. You both were "The Chosen Ones," not just you. You both grew up with perfectly normal parents, learned magic at a young age, and were completely aware of both worlds. So, because you didn't come to Hogwarts "broken," Dumbledore made it his purpose to make both of your lives hell, including putting Ginny in harm's way and allowing Riddle to return through the diary."

Harry was putting pieces together in his head. "So it was Dumbledore's fault that Ginny was killed?"

"That was only one death in his quest for power." Molly was seething.

"Power? He already had power. What more could he want?"

"Although he was powerful, he was already under suspicion for his involvement in the attempted murder of yours and Neville's parents, not to mention you two. I truly think he expected that night to go exactly as you had described it had in your experience. However, whatever power you answer to saved all of your lives that night."

"Harry," Hermione grabbed his hands, "Dumbledore wanted you two killed before you could kill Voldemort as you were prophesied to do. When you were saved that night with your parents, he had to figure out how to control you to do as he wished before killing you off himself, or rather, hiring someone to do it for him."

Albus wanted him dead. "Why exactly was he sent to Azkaban?"

Hermione shook her head. "He ran out of patience."