Disclaimer: this work borrows from the world of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter books; some plot elements, characters, and concepts are hers.

For the Life of our Friend

Chapter 2: Goodbye Cruel World

The next morning Ginny awoke early, she had not gotten much sleep that night, she had been too nervous.

She quickly showered and got herself dressed, then left her private quarters in Hogwarts and headed to the great hall to get breakfast.

It was currently late June, and there were no students in the halls, making Hogwarts a fairly peaceful place, which was odd given her memories of the noise when she had attended here as a student.

Back when Harry was alive.

She shook herself, those thoughts didn't do anyone any good, and she couldn't lose focus if she wanted to get him back.

She mentally reviewed the plan one more time.

It was pretty simple really, she, McGonagall and Dobby would perform a ritual to transport their souls back in time, allowing them to change things.

Once they were back, the first priority was to destroy the diary, the second was to capture Pettigrew and get Tonks or Shacklebolt to witness his confession under veritaserum, and then notify the ministry.

Since Tonks and Shacklebolt were both aurors at the time they were going to, even if the ministry immediately had Pettigrew kissed Sirius would have to be pardoned, allowing them to get Harry away from his Muggle relatives.

That failing Ginny and Dobby would simply Apparate over to Privet Drive and kill the worthless pigs in their sleep.

That accomplished they would take Harry to the Chamber of Secrets to perform the ritual that they had developed to remove the fragment of Voldemort's soul that was embedded in his scar, allowing them to destroy the Horcruxes before Harry's 4th year, preventing Voldemort's return at the end of the TriWizard Tournament.

It was a perfect plan, simple, elegant, and foolproof; the only hitch was performing the soul transportation ritual.

After a hurried breakfast in the great hall Ginny headed to an unused classroom in the basement where she met Dobby and McGonagall.

Molly Weasley gently set her youngest child down in the cradle for her midday nap and quietly went to make lunch for the boys. who she had sent out to play in the orchard so that Ginny could sleep.

Molly smiled at the thought of her daughter.

She had given up on the idea of having a daughter long ago; after all, no girl had been born into the Weasley line in ten generations, why should they start now?

Had Molly been watching her daughter she would have been disturbed to see what appeared to be the ghost of a 20-year-old woman appear in a flash of light, and then settle on the sleeping form of her daughter, which appeared to absorb the ghost.

Ginny woke up to find herself lying on her stomach; she opened her eyes to find herself looking through some kind of wooden bars.

She frowned "what the hell?" she muttered, at least that's what she meant to say, it actually came out as "Wad e eww?"

Ginny's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

She rolled over to find herself looking at the ceiling of her parents' room in the burrow.

It was then that she realized that she was in a cradle

"Boogy eww!" she exclaimed, and then clapped her hand over her mouth. She had meant to say 'Bloody Hell'

'Shyte!' she thought to herself. 'I guess I was concentrating on the wrong period before I went back in time.

I was concentrating on his 2nd year at Hogwarts, looks like I got transported to his 2nd year alive instead.

She sighed.

I should have been thinking of it as his 12th year alive, rather than his 2nd year at Hogwarts then.

She looked around.

So now I'm trapped in a 5 month old body

She sighed.

This is going to get interesting.