Disclaimer: I-I-I don't-I can't say it! (Sobs hysterically). Alright (musters hidden Gryffindor courage) I don't own Harry Potter! There, I said it.
A/N: I present the second chapter, which, hopefully will be okay, and won't burst into flames and shoot itself up into space and bury itself onto Mars because it's so horrible!
Hmph!
Also, thank you to scrappy8, who reviewed my story first, and gave me the confidence to continue writing the second chapter!
Now onto the chapter!
"Any news?" Harry Potter looked up urgently as Hermione and Ron entered the Burrow.
They shook their heads glumly and Harry slumped back against his chair again, hopelessness written all over his face.
"I'm sorry mate," Ron said, also looking miserable, but Harry waved him off. "It's not your fault," he muttered.
It had been almost two weeks since Ginny had disappeared, and Harry and the Weasley's had had every single Auror and Auror-In-Training on the case since then. It had been, to put it lightly, a rough two weeks.
Hermione bit her lip, feeling slightly guilty despite herself. She hadn't told the boys the complete truth. She had told them that she had seemed distraught over Fred's death, and then ran off, but she hadn't told them about her mad ramblings. How she seems to think Harry was dead, and something about going back to kill him…
Hermione scrunched up her forehead in thought, trying to think what that would mean…
Then a thought came to her mind, a thought so ludicrous and insane that Hermione dismissed it immediately as the thought of someone who hadn't gotten any sleep lately.
But still, the thought continued to haunt her…
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Ginny didn't know where she was running, only that she needed to get away. Away from that bloody (Literally) battlefield, away from the bodies of her family and friends, where she could think more clearly, and work on her insane plan.
She stopped as soon as she was sure she was outside of Hogwarts grounds, then Apparated to the first place that came to her mind: Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
She appeared in the small London Street with a barely audible pop and strode across the street to the house, which was rapidly appearing.
Ginny tapped the snake knocker with her wand and it opened with a small click. She stepped in immediately and closed the door behind her, sinking to the floor exhaustedly with her back to the dark wood, and finally let out the tears she had been holding in all this time.
Ginny wasn't in any hurry, she knew no one would look for her here. Since Sirius's death, no one came here, especially not after what happened at the Ministry of Magic, when Yaxley followed Harry, Ron and Hermione back here, therefor revealing the secret. So she was safe here, at least for a little while.
She sobbed for a good half hour, and when she was done, she stood up, determination in every line of her face.
She had cried her tears, and now she was going to change things, change things so that those tears wouldn't have any meaning. So that those tears would never need to happen.
Ginny Weasley was going to change the course of history.
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Ginny had been in Grimmauld Place for over a month, searching the Black Library for any book that might help her. She barely ate, and only when Kreacher made her. Ginny had found him on her second day there, and Kreacher had reluctantly agreed not to tell anyone, and had gotten food and necessities for her since.
Ginny growled in frustration and tore through a handful of pages from the book, trying not to actually rip them out and throw into the fire place.
She slumped back into her chair in defeat, and was just about to call it a night (It was very late), when a small handwritten note on the margin caught her eye.
She leaned in to read it.
Time travel is a very precarious thing. It has many layers and delicate subtleties. If attempting, one must be forewarned that even that slightest gesture or word could change the course of history permanently. There are only a few methods of time travel, and all of them dangerous. The most easy and reliable one is the Time-Turner, a device that allows the user to go back in time for up twenty four hours, but no more. Obviously, the use of such a device is carefully regulated by the Ministry of Magic, since that consequences of a dark wizard getting his or her hands on a Time-Turner would be disastrous. Another method is the Immortist Emna Restitua potion. It is a combined spell and potion, bound together with the blood of the user, as well as their intent. This is one of the most dangerous of all methods because this spell does not just take you blood, it also takes your soul. It will send your soul first, using it as an anchor for your mortal body. If you attempt this spell without the soul, your mortal consciousness will most likely end up floating in the endless void for all eternity.
Ginny sat back, stunned.
This was exactly what she needed! Sure, it was dangerous, but what was life without a little mystery?
She closed the book, deep in thought.
The note hadn't given her any specific instructions on how to do it, but Ginny recalled a book written entirely in Latin that she had skimmed through just that morning. She had seen the words 'Immortist Emna Restitua' as the title of one of the chapters.
Ginny smiled.
It appeared that she was going to be translating Latin until dawn.
She had a long night ahead of her.