A/N - BEFORE READING THIS FANFIC PLEASE READ THE BOLDED SECTION AT THE BOTTOM OF THE AUTHORS NOTE THAT IS THE FIRST CHAPTER. Thank you :)

Warnings: Besides multiple eras in the coming chapters, none.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, therefore these characters and world are not mine. I own nothing but the plot and any OC's you don't recognise.

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Sunday, 9th May, 1988

A week later, the eight witches and wizards, plus a sleeping Teddy, had once again converged in the library at Grimmauld Place. Hermione had been staying with Harry ever since he had written to her, Neville for the last three days (since attending their first funeral), and the five Weasley's came over whenever they had the chance.

The books that had been scattered around the table were gone, but the pensieve and the memories remained, even though they had been watched multiple times already, save for half a dozen new ones that Kreacher had acquired earlier that morning that hadn't been viewed yet. The pile of notes had grown ten-fold, and were in several different styles of handwriting. Teddy was sleeping soundly at Harrys feet, a silencing charm placed around the portable bassinet so as not to disturb him. Today, the metamorphmagus sported a shock of black hair just like his godfathers, and his eyes were a deep brown like Hermione's beneath his closed lids.

Many different ideas on how to travel back in time had been discussed in the previous week, including the methods Harry found in the books and Alex's journal, and ideas the other seven had come up with. Bill, as a curse-breaker, had knowledge of spells and enchantments that the others didn't, both from his job and his association with the goblins. Hermione's suggestions had consisted mostly of finding a way to charm a time turner to take them back years instead of hours. Charlie presented a few spells as well, a few tales of time travel he had heard while in Romania, and his thoughts on a stone he had heard of that could help someone go back in time. George had asked some of the connections he had gained from running the joke shop about any information they could procure, and had been given half a dozen books from as many countries on the lore and possible methods of time travel. Ron, Neville and Ginny had the same basic knowledge between them, which amounted to merely rumour and conjecture, but Hermione had researched it once as an extra credit assignment in fifth year.

Harry had the most knowledge of time travel of the five, as he had been thinking about this for years. He had wanted to find a way to go back, warn his parents and Neville's. To give himself a future with both parents and no Dursley's. With lots of love and no abuse. He wanted Neville to have the love of his parents, not blank stares and barely fleeting recognition. It was only now he had the support and even more reasons to go back.

Harry wanted more time with Sirius and Remus, with Tonks and Fred. He wanted Remus to have his pack, the Marauders, back. He wanted Remus and Tonks to be able to raise their son together. He wanted his mum and dad to grow old together, maybe give him some brothers or sisters. He wanted Sirius to spend twelves years teaching him things Lily wouldn't approve of, not rotting in Azkaban then dying for nothing. He wanted Susan to grow up with her parents, for Lavender to live, for Colin to take pictures for the Prophet and for Fred keep his family happy and his twin whole. He wanted Fred and George to meet the Marauders, for Peter to never betray his parents. Harry wanted a better life for everyone he knew. He knew it was an idea that started from a selfish need to have his parents back, but now, this way, he could help other people too.

Every one of those people and so many more could have better, happier lives.. But only if Voldemort had never lived. So the solution was, in Harry's mind, a simple one.

Tom Marvolo Riddle had to die, before he became Lord Voldemort. Before he'd even taken his first breath.

Harry had discovered a lot from the memories, most importantly, he had discovered the identity of Tom's parents. His mother was Meroupe Gaunt, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and a witch born from a family so full of inbreeding she had so many deformities she could barely be called human. His father was a muggle called Tom Riddle. Meroupe was in love with this muggle man, but he wanted nothing to do with her. Desperate to have him, she fed the unwilling man a love potion, and the two ran away together. Voldemort was conceived while Tom was under the effects of the love potion, and Meroupe was sure now that they were having a child together, he would surely stay and love her. Meroupe slowly took Tom off the love potion, and as soon as it was out of his system, the muggle headed for the hills. Meroupe was left alone, a single mother with the wizarding worlds next dark lord growing inside her.

Since Voldemort had been conceived under the effects of a love potion, he was rendered incapable of ever loving. Meroupe died giving birth to him, and young Tom Marvolo Riddle ended up in a muggle orphanage.

Harry and the others had worked out where Meroupe Gaunt lived before she became pregnant, and today were discussing other people that the future they had planned could do without. It was this line of thought that had Neville speaking up.

"Uh, guys. Look, I'm all for getting rid of that snake-faced bastard after what he done to my parents, but we will still be killing someone. One person dead because of me is enough. Do we really have to kill anyone else?" Neville asked. He was looking down at his hands, which were on top of the table, twisting and pulling at the feather part of his quill. Everyone there could tell he was clearly uncomfortable with the idea of killing innocent people. Harry looked around the table to see the Weasley's and Hermione nodding their heads in agreement with Neville. Harry sighed and slumped back in his chair, quickly checking Teddy was still sleeping before answering.

"I don't want to kill anyone else either Nev. I just want us all to have better lives."

More nods and sounds of agreement came from the other seven, but it was Hermione who spoke next, bringing up something that none of them had yet thought of.

"What happens to us if we actually succeed though? Obviously, this timeline that we are in now would be altered, maybe so drastically it could disappear altogether. If we do manage to go back, will it affect our ages as well? Will we even be able to remember any of this? There is still so much we don't know and this could backfire terribly. If anyone has ever actually managed to successfully go back in time, we have no way of knowing what happened to them, what they changed, or even if they survived." Hermione looked at the now sombre faces around the table as they all thought about what she said. "We could die guys." She turned to the Weasley's. "If we go back, and we do die, your parents will have lost six of their seven children. Molly is barely coping with losing Fred, how would she feel if she lost the rest of you? And you Neville, what about your Gran? You and your parents are all she has left, and we know that your parents aren't much company these days." She looked apologetically at the almost crying wizard on Harry's other side. Tears started to fill her own eyes as she continued. "My parents are somewhere in Australia and they don't even know I'm alive. But I want to find them, to bring them home. I can't do that if I'm dead. And you Harry," Hermione turned to the wizard beside her who had gone from looking excited and determined to hopeless and lost. "What would Teddy do without you Harry? You're his godfather. Andromeda will raise him right, of course, but how would you feel if you'd never got to met Sirius? We have to think about this guys. This won't just effect us, it will effect every one around us. I know you want to do this for everyone we love, but everyone we love will be effected if we fail."

The whole library had gone silent save for Teddy's cute snoring, and everyone was so wrapped up their own thoughts that none of them noticed when tea, pumpkin juice and sandwiches appeared in the middle of the table. Harry was the first to notice, and he mumbled under his breath, "Maybe something a little stronger."

A dozen bottles of butterbeer, eight glasses of ice, and an unopened bottle of Firewhisky replaced the pumpkin juice, though the tea remained. There was an eight-handed fight as everyone grabbed for the sparkling amber liquid, but it was over almost as soon as it started as Harry wandlessly summoned the Firewhisky. Harry, and the four oldest Weasley's took it straight, Ginny added a hefty amount to her tea, and Hermione and Neville added a shot to their butterbeer. The eight drank in silence, all but Neville and Harry going for at least one more round. Bill, Charlie and George were quite drunk by the end of the night, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione not far behind. Neville wasn't much of a drinker, and Harry kept with his one glass, staying relatively sober to keep an eye on Teddy.

A few days previously, Harry had hired a new elf, Tally, to help Kreacher. Turns out she was also great with Teddy, and while Harry had stayed sober to keep an eye on him, the little elf was quite good at her job, and Harry didn't even notice when Teddy awoke. The elf had his nappy changed and a bottle in his mouth before he had even made a sound, and was happily consuming his own lunch when Harry had looked down to check on him.

After lunch, Harry had asked Tally to make them all something to eat - Kreacher was still searching for more information for Harry - and he took Teddy out of his bassinet, burping him, and letting him rest on his knee.

The metamorphmagus watched happily, playing with his toy wolf that Harry had conjured, as the six got drunk around him. Harry switched to butterbeer after his first Firewhisky, and Neville to pumpkin juice. The latter kept himself occupied playing with Teddy, while Harry was having a quiet conversation with Hermione. The Weasley's were all talking amongst themselves, and everything but the war and time travel was mentioned.

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After a few hours, the sun had set, and Grimmauld Place was down five Weasley's. Teddy was playing with the wolf Harry had now charmed to run on the floor around him, while he, Hermione and Neville sat having a quiet dinner on the floor beside the bubbly baby. Harry was quiet, watching his godson, Hermione and Neville talking about ways to help werewolves and vampires be integrated into society without the stigma that was normally attached to them. Neville had recently discovered a very rare flower which had remarkable healing capabilities, especially in regards to burns, and was thinking about making a potion or lotion out of it to help the vampires walk in the sun, when Hermione had an idea.

"Neville, Harry." Harry looked up from Teddy, and Neville stopped talking, looking at her intently, knowing she would never interrupt him for no reason. "What if we could make a potion, to help us keep our memories? If we actually manage to go back, and change everything, we would need to remember all of this to even know that we'd done anything."

Harry and Neville looked at her thoughtfully, and nodded their agreement after a minute of silence. Teddy reached up and pulled at one of Harry's long black hairs, causing Hermione to giggle.

"How do we do this though? I've head of potions to make you forget, but not ones to make you remember." Harry said, wincing as he untangled his hair from Teddy's little fist. Hermione scrunched up her face, thinking, when Neville spoke.

"I have. Not many people use them. St Mungo's has a store of them, Remberall Potions. They give them to people who have been Obliviated to try and help them recover their lost memories." Hermione looked shocked there was a potion she had never heard of. Harry, however, merely looked curious.

"I think maybe I've read about that before. Well, not that one specifically, but a similar one, in one of the books here." Harry's eyes scanned the books in the Library before they landed on the Potions section. He gave Teddy to Hermione and headed over to the bookcase, his fingers brushing the weathered old volumes until he found the one he was looking for. It wasn't really an old book, maybe half a centaury at the most. It was quite thick, with a dark purple cover and fancy black and gold writing across the front saying: 1000 Advanced Potions for Accomplished Potions Masters by Umbert S. Baester.

Harry flicked open the book, walking back to the other three slowly as he flicked though the yellowing pages, finally finding it after he sat down in between Hermione and Neville.

"Here it is, number 456. The Potion of Recollection." Harrys eyes widened as he looked down the list of ingredients. "Wow, a lot of these ingredients are really rare. And it takes a week to brew." He handed the book to Hermione before picking up Teddy and moving to sit in front of the bushy-haired witch, letting Neville move to her side to read over her shoulder.

"Dracken blood, ground poppy heads, dragon scales, valerian sprigs, unicorn hair, gryffin tail feather, lacewig flies, petals of the Viola flower, mermaid tears..." Hermione stopped half way down the list of ingredients, silently reading the rest, and the method of brewing, in her head. After a few minutes, she looked up.

"This is useless Harry! It's impossible! We couldn't even get half of these ingredients in an Apocothery and its the most complicated potion I've ever seen!" Hermione turned to the wizard next to her. "Neville, do you know what is in these Rememberall Potions that St Mungo's has?"

"No, sorry Hermione. They have their own Potions master who makes all of their supplies for them. I know her name though, I met her once. She has a brother in the same ward as mum and dad." Hermione nodded at him to go one. "Ivanna Hartley."

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Ivanna Hartley was a half-blood witch, twenty-nine years young, wife and mother. Ivanna Faith Leydon married right out of Hogwarts, to her boyfriend of four years, Roman Liam Hartley. Roman was also a half-blood, an only child, and one year Ivanna's senior. His muggle-born mother was killed not long after Roman's fifth birthday, and his father, distraught over the loss of his childhood sweetheart, never remarried.

Over the thirteen years Ivanna and Roman had been married, Roman had trained and become an Auror, and Ivanna a potions master. They also had three children, two girls and a boy. Allisandra Grace was the first, a year and a half after they were married. Emmaline Ivory three came years later, and Aiden Kade four years after that. Ivanna was currently on leave, pregnant with twins, and studying some new potions that had recently been developed in France that may help the hospital.

She was a Ravenclaw, and got an O in all of her N.E.W.T.s, and spent her summers working at the Apocothery in Diagon Alley. In the summer of her seventh year, her older brother Lucas, two years her senior, was attacked one night while coming home from work and was left beaten, bloodied and cursed to within an inch of his life, left to die in muggle London. He was found by a muggleborn going back to work after visiting family, and was rushed to St Mungo's. Ivanna stayed by his bedside for weeks, even helping brew potions when they were short-staffed. Their potions master, a tall, slim wizard of sixty with jet black hair and a curly moustache called Reagan Kirkwood, recognised her talent, and offered her a chance to work as his assistant at the hospital. Ivanna quit her job at the Apocothery and started working at St Mungo's the next day.

After the birth of Aiden, Reagan left the position of St Mungo's Potions Master to Ivanna, setting off to Romania to spend time with his grandchildren. Ivanna had two assistants, both of whom were capable enough to brew the potions required while she was on leave, but still went in to the hospital once a week to check everything was going smoothly.

Ivanna was currently half way through her seventh month, her stomach and feet swollen, and she wasn't much use around St Mungo's. Ivanna and Roman had just put the children to bed and sat down for a cup of tea when a jet black owl swooped into the open kitchen window and dropped a letter onto the dining table next to her. Roman fed the owl some of the treats they kept for their own owl, Ki Ki, while Ivanna read through the letter.

Ivanna,

I'm so sorry to bother you at this time of night, I know that it's inconvenient, but I was hoping I could ask for your help.

I remember you told me that you brew potions for St. Mungo's, and I was hoping you could give me the recipe for the Rememberall Potion you use to help Obliviate victims regain some of their memories. Or, if you know of a potion that could help someone keep their memories after something or someone tried to erase them, that would be an even bigger help.

I understand if you don't want to help, but if you could, it would really be greatly appreciated.

I'm sorry to bother you with this but you really are the only person I can think of who could help me.

On another note, how are you, Roman and the kids? I heard from Gran you were expecting twins, so congratulations! Do you know the sexes yet? When are you due?

Enzo (the owl) will wait if you want to reply immediately, otherwise just tell him you'll reply later and he will leave.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Neville Longbottom.

"Who is it love?" Roman asked, trying to peer over the table to read the letter his wife had gotten.

"Neville Longbottom. Alice and Franks son."

Roman raised a questioning eyebrow; he remembered Neville. Roman would often drop by the hospital to see Ivanna and Lucas in his breaks. Neville was often there with his grandmother, Augusta, visiting his parents. Neville always seemed like a really great kid, a bit shy, but good none the less. Roman wondered what Neville could possibly want with his wife. The two had exchanged a few letters over the years, most often when Ivanna was pregnant and after the births of their children. He had also visited them a few times, mostly on their children's birthdays, and all three of their kids loved him. Roman figured it was a letter asking about his wife's or children's health, but it could just as well be about something else.

"What does he want?"

"The recipe for the Rememberall Potion I brew for the hospital. I'm not quite sure what he needs it for." Ivanna said, her nose scrunched up in concentration. "Maybe I'll meet with him tomorrow. I'm not due at the hospital again until Friday."

"Just be careful, okay? I know that's not his owl, he doesn't own one, and Augusta's is brown. Are you sure it's really him writing?"

"Very sure. I would know his handwriting anywhere. I'll meet with him tomorrow. I'll be okay Roman."

Ivanna told the owl to wait for reply as Roman got up to get her some parchment and an inkwell from the study. Penning her reply, Ivanna gave the note to Enzo, who gave her an affectionate hoot before taking off out the open window. Roman closed the window behind the owl, and helped his wife to her feet.

"Come on love, it's time for bed. I'm sure Neville can wait until morning."

Ivanna nodded and yawned, letting her husband help her up the stairs and to their bedroom. She was asleep in minutes.

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Monday, 10th May, 1998

Neville, who was staying with Harry at Grimmauld Place, awoke early the next morning to find a letter on his bedside table. He had been sleeping when Enzo returned the night before, so the jet black owl had left the note beside the wizards bed, and was currently asleep in the library on one of his perches throughout the house. Casting a tempus charm, Neville noted it was only just after six, and the Weasley's wouldn't be arriving until after breakfast at the Burrow, which was normally around seven-thirty. He got up, pulling a robe over his night clothes and opened the letter, reading it as he made his way down to the kitchen for breakfast.

Dear Neville,

I'm glad to hear from you, it's been a while since we spoke last. Roman and the kids are doing well, and so am I. A bit tired and swollen, but happy. I'm due in another month and a half, somewhere around the twenty-fifth, but the Healers at St. Mungo's think they could be here in as little as a week or two, they seem to be impatient to meet everyone. We don't know the sexes, we decided to keep it a surprise.

I'm not sure why you need the potion, and to be honest I'm a little worried. Do you think that someone will try and take away your memory?

Regardless of what is happening, it would still be lovely to see you. How would you like to come and visit tomorrow, say around lunch? The kids have been dying to see you again, they haven't seen you since Aiden's birthday last year, and the kids and I would love to see you again. Roman will be at work, but he says to say hello.

Please, come and visit tomorrow, either way we have a lot to talk about.

All my love,

Ivanna

Neville reached the kitchen just as he finished reading Ivanna's letter, and barely noticed the other three in the kitchen. Hermione had always been an early riser, and was normally up with the sun (if not before). Harry, however, was not a morning person. Teddy, however, required attention at all hours of the night and day, so the black-haired wizard was currently sitting beside Hermione at the kitchen table, a very awake Teddy gurgling happily away in his godfathers arms. Harry had his left arm clutched around Teddy's middle, the baby's head resting in the cook between his arm and torso, the baby's half-empty bottle in his hand. Harry's own head rested sleepily in his right hand, his elbow propped up on the table. Both his eyes were closed, but all of his senses were monitoring Teddy, making sure he didn't fall or need another feeding. Hermione's eyes kept flicking up to the pair beside her every few minutes, but most of her attention was focused on the book in front of her - the advanced potion making book Harry had showed them the day before - and she seemed to be completely ignoring the full plate of French toast in front of her.

Neville sat down across from the pair, summoning the book from Hermione, and putting it beside him along with Ivanna's letter. Hermione gave him a glare that could kill and opened her mouth, no doubt to yell at him for taking away her reading material, when Harry' picked his head up and reached out with his now-free arm to grab Hermione's wrist. The bushy-haired witch turned to Harry, who was adjusting himself and Teddy into a more comfortable position.

"You said you were only going to read that book until breakfast was ready. Your toast has been sitting there for twenty minutes already Hermione. Eat first, read later." Harry gave her a look that clearly said "Do not argue with me right now!". Hermione nodded and turned back to her breakfast while Harry let go of her wrist and looked at Neville sleepily. "Morning mate. How did you sleep?"

"Alright. Ivanna replied last night. I must have been asleep when Enzo got back. Her letter was waiting on the bedside table when I woke up."

Harry nodded as he used his free hand to pick up his own French toast and chew slowly. "He's a smart owl. What did she say?"

"She wants to meet me, for lunch today." Neville said to Harry, before thanking Tally when the little house elf put a plate of French toast in front of him.

"Will you go? Andromeda is coming to get Teddy in an hour, and Hermione and I would like to come. Right, Hermione?"

Hermione nodded her agreement, Harry having caught her with a mouthful of tea. "I'd love to Harry." she answered a few seconds later.

"Sounds good. I'll write to her. Is there any parchment in here?"

"Top draw on the left, there's quills and inkwells in the one under it." Harry replied, pointing to the cabinet to the left of the fireplace.

Neville found himself a quill and parchment and quickly wrote his reply. While he was writing, Hermione had finished her breakfast and, grabbing her book from next to Neville, headed back upstairs. "I'll tell Enzo you need him. You know where to find me if you need me." Hermione said. Enzo swooped in barely a minute later and landed next to Neville, who had just finished writing and gave the letter to the beautiful owl.

"Can you take this to Ivanna for me please?" Enzo gave a hoot, nipped his hand affectionately, and flew off. Harry gave a chuckle as he finished his own breakfast and stood, cradling Teddy to his chest.

"Enzo is my owl but I think he likes you better then he likes me."

Neville blushed and stood, grabbing the last piece of toast of his plate and thanking Tally for the lovely breakfast, and headed upstairs to change.

-o-

Forty-five minutes later, Harry, Hermione and Neville were dressed, ready, and sitting in the library waiting on Andromeda. Hermione once again had her nose buried in the potions book, Neville was reading the reply that Enzo had just delivered from Ivanna, and Harry was cradling Teddy to his chest, a smile on his face as he spoke softly to his godson. That was the scene that Andromeda walked in on ten minutes after, Neville being the only person who had moved - he was just giving Enzo his reply to Ivanna when the older witch came through the Floo.

Andromeda looked at the scene with a smile. The three before her had been through so much yet they all had smiles on their faces. Hermione had obviously found something interesting in her book, Neville looked rather pleased as he watched Enzo fly out the window with his letter, and Harry.. Andromeda couldn't keep the wide smile off her face as she looked at the young man holding her grandson, his godson. The older witch had never seen Harry look so happy or content then when holding Teddy in his arms. Andromeda had worried about leaving Teddy with his godfather while she arranged the funerals. Harry had said that he would look after Teddy if she would arrange one for Remus as well, and Andromeda had agreed, saying that Tonks and Remus had died together, and that's how they would be buried.

The Tonks/Lupin funeral had been two days before, Colin and Fred's the day before that. Many more funerals had happened that week and more to come, but those were the only ones the three at Grimmauld Place attended, save for Hermione, who made an appearance at Lavenders purely to comfort her old roommates.

Teddy was first to notice his grandmother, and his giggling alerted Harry and then Neville to Andromeda's presence. Neville had to tap Hermione on the shoulder as he walked back to his seat for her to notice anything but the book in front of her. The bushy-haired witch looked up, blushing furiously when she realised she hadn't noticed Andromeda's arrival.

"Morning Harry, Neville, Hermione. How are you all?" Andromeda asked as she walked over to Harry, who gave Teddy a kiss on the forehead goodbye, and handed the metamorphmagus over to his grandmother.

"Well thanks. It's been a bit of a rough week, but we got through it." Hermione replied, tucking the potions book under her arm and moving to give Teddy a kiss goodbye as well. Neville settled for tickling his belly, smiling when he let out a giggle.

"I know love. It's been a rough week for all of us." Andromeda replied, shifting Teddy to her left arm and pulling the young witch into a hug with her right. Andromeda stepped back after a moment, and Harry politely offered her some tea.

"No thank you, Harry. I wish I could stay and chat but I have a lot to do today. How about you three come over Friday night? I'll make something nice and we can all catch up." Andromeda offered as she made her way to the fireplace.

"That sounds lovely Andromeda. You can count us in." Hermione answered with a smile, and the two boys nodded their agreement.

The older witch stepped into the Floo and, with a one-armed wave goodbye, was gone. Harry's smile dropped, knowing that, if all went to plan, that was the last time he was going to see his godson for a very long time.