A/N: The Harry Potter books, world and characters belong to JKR. I take no credit for any repeated quote or event from the original source.

A Blue Starred Sky

Chapter 3

Date: 18, June 1996 Entry Number: 1 Location: Britain, Ministry of Magic

His eyes widened, reflecting the same amount of shock that was visible in the professor's face as the green curse hit him in the middle of the chest, the only sound filling the hall was the man's body as it hit the ground moments later.

Honestly? He had been at odds with the Headmaster since last year, but to see him murdered right in front of him minutes after Sirius was murdered was too much for his brain to process.

The voices echoing through the hall snapped him out of his daze as he leaned on the statue that had been guarding him mere minutes ago. It seemed that Voldemort had realised it at the same moment as the both, almost comically like, turned they head to his right to see the atrium full people.

"Next time we meet, Harry Potter, you will not escape death!" Voldemort said calmly as he disappeared into black smoke which moved towards the chimney, engulfed in green flames before completely disappearing.

He may have pretended otherwise, but Voldemort had been massively exhausted fighting Dumbledore, and even if he had one, fighting the hole Ministery would have been foolish. He would have probably done the same. The Ministery was useless without Dumbledore.

"He was there!" Someone shouted, who pointed at the centre of the artium in complete fear. Harry had the sudden need to smack them in the face." I saw him, Mr Fudge, I swear it was You know who, he-he murdered Professor Dumbledore!"

"I-no...that is. It's not possible! He...a-a fake! He must be a fake" The minister stated very unconvincingly. And from the looks, he was getting many were obviously not buying it either. Fudge had obviously realised the same, immediately trying to turn the conversation. "I mean...the child is unstable...and Dumbledore was getting..." Harry finally snapped at that statement. Like him or nor Dumbledore was a man that he could at least respect.

"Shut up" Harry hissed almost magically, every person hearing him clearly. "I've grown tired of you cowardness. You've given Voldermort-" To his immense irritation, almost everyone flinched the moment he said the murderer's name "-Yes, Voldemort you coward, a whole year to prepare his army while you did nothing but lie and lie. Saving your own pathetic reputation. Voldemort. Has. Returned. And we are none the more prepared than we were are a year ago because of You. Are. A. Cowered." Harry finished as the Ministery looked at him furiously.

"N-Now see here boy, I am-" He managed to stutter until he was interrupted again, this type Harry allowed some of his magic to leak, Dumbdldores death had affected him more than he had thought it would.

"Silence!" Harry shouted making the man flinch. "If you have nothing constructive to say then let people who are actually given a damn about this war." Harry turned around as he looked at Amelia Bones, the head of the DMLE. Susan had told him a little bit about her aunt, so he at least was in slightly familiar territory now.

"Madam Bones? Downstairs you will find several death eaters of Voldemort's inner circle including Lucius Malfoy, who is known for being a very close friend of the Minster's." His features then showed a slight evil glim as he looked at the man. "May I recommend you arrest Cornelius Fudge for covering and assisting terrorist activity and temporarily take charge of the Ministry?" He finished looking back at the women.

Both individuals shared an equal evil smile directed towards the Minister.

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In all honesty? Harry had mixed feelings about being the centre of attention. He had hated the title of the boy who lived, however, he hadn't minded it when it was something he himself had achieved, such as winning the Quidditch cup.

She stood out like a sore thumb, and honestly, that had kind of been her intention. She wasn't wearing the traditional bulky robes that were the norm in the magical world. Instead, she was wearing a dark blue business suit with a black trench coat. He could walk in the boots that added to his height, but the corset was killing him. She wasn't sure whether she should feel grateful or annoyed with all the memories of Miones 'practical experience' experiments from her previous life.

All in all, he looked as he intended. Independent and intimidating. After all, he looked just like she had intended to, and she looked like some intimidating boss from a large mafia group. In other words, she looked like a badass. Acting the part wasn't that difficult seeing how she had spent decades living with female badasses so...yeah. It was actually slightly awkward now that he was thinking it more from the emotional side rather than the logical one.

He momentarily stopped walking as he looked at the group of golden statues which stood in the middle of a circular pool. The tallest was an arrogant looking wizard with his wand pointing straight up in the air. Grouped around him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf. The last three were all looking adoringly up at the witch and wizard.

Had it not been for the fact he was trying to stop the end of the world, he might have asked Ragnok if he could join the goblin rebellion they were probably planning. There was no way the goblins were going to leave that insult out in the open. And while he didn't really identify himself with a particular gender, the first person that he had admired was Mione, meaning that he was strongly in the gender equality side.

Shaking his head in disgust he walked towards the reception desk and cleared his throat, gaining the attention of both guards,
"Yes?" The one at the left asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

"I am Lady Ravenclaw, I had an appointment with the Head of the DMLE." She stated confidently in a way that would have almost made Narcissa proud.

"She's been expecting you Lady Ravenclaw" The guard answered much more nervously as he walked into the elevator.

At least they haven't got that irritating music. He thought as the elevator came to a stop. "Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Lady Ravenclaw, Madam Bones is waiting for you in her office." The receptionist indicated towards the door before going back to her paper world. Is it just me, or is the security very lax? He thought as he walked towards the door. Though if I remember correctly, just before the war started the Department was incredibly lacking in funds, so maybe it's just me. He concluded as he knocked on the door before someone called for him to enter.

"Its a pleasure to meet you Lady Ravenclaw" The women inside said as she eyed her carefully "As you are aware, I'm Amelia Bones, the Head of the DMLE and scion to the House of Bones."

"The pleasure is mine Madam Bones. Its an honour to meet you" He said respectfully, which caused her to raise her eyebrow.

"Can I ask what the meeting is about? You did, after all, use your status as Lady for a privet meeting." She asked more intrigued than annoyed.

"Before I do, I needed to ask you about a specific law" Harry started as she raised her eyebrow, but nodded for him to continue. "The only law I could find that was relevant was that a use of a time turner without the approval of the head of the DMLE and department of mysteries was illegal. I did not, however, find any law concerning accidental time travel." He finished as her eyes widened.

"There isn't. I mean, it's not possible..." She started but was interrupted as he raised his hand.

"I, Violet Liliath Ravenclaw, swear on my life an magic that everything that I say until I leave this room is the truth, so mote it be." She calmly stated as a slight flash of magic passed. " I have travelled from somewhere in the year 2028, I believe it was close to Halloween actually." He finished claiming as Amelia looked at him as if he just grown the same number of heads as Fluffy.

"30 years" She murmured still in shock.

"Before I continue, I would like to hear your opinion on what is more important, Justice, or law?" He asked calmly as she snapped out of her slight daze, observing him carefully.

"While I'm not sure why you ask, I believe that the law should always be a reflection of what is Just, even when it is not easy for us to accept." She stated never moving her gaze off him.

"And, would you say that now, our current law's, reflect Justice?" He asked rhetorically knowing what answer she would, at least, think of.
When no answer was given he wanted some few seconds to let her think about it before he continued the discussion that was early reminiscent of that of a game of chess.

"Tell me, Madam Bones, if you had to choose between floored law's that act against Justice, or Justice that opposes unfair laws, which would you choose?" He asked not so rhetorically as her gaze hardened.

"While I will be the first to admit that not everything is as well as Idd like it to be, I am the head of the DMLE, and it is my duty to uphold those laws" She said almost sternly, in a way that would have intimidate anyone but Violet.

"And if, let's say, a time traveller from the future, appeared in front of you, and told you that those very same laws will be one of the mane causes of Voldemorts return?" He said as her eyes momentarily flicker many emotions before hardening again. "The start of the second blood war, the fall of Statue of secrecy, the end of life on this planet." He stopped for some few seconds before he said with a slight slip of emotion. "And the death of a woman that I grew to view as my sister in all but blood, Susan Bones" He said as she now inhaled deeply as fear flickered on her eyes.

"While I'm sorry I had to use that particular method, if by doing so I can stop the world from burning around me a second time, then I will do so without hesitation." He claimed firmly. She momentarily closed her eyes before he sensed many privacy charms and wards being raised.

"Tell me everything" She said as she opened her eyes.

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Not for the first time in the past four, almost five hours Amelia looked at the small cupboard of firewisky that she usually used for celebrations with an almost longingly expression before sighing. Ignoring the fact that she was speaking with a dimensional time travelling war veteran, or that his gender had changed him into a she. Amelia was speaking to the former male now female counterpart of Rose Evans, the girl who lived.

"I'll skip the part where I tell you how terrifying and messed up your world is and how much I hope ours don't follow." She said almost depressingly before her eyes met his own."But why tell me this, while I can support you legally I doubt you would have any trouble yourself, and while I can think of some few minor reasons, none of them are significant."

"Mostly? Dumbledore" She answered her question simply as Amelia looked at him questioningly.

"Don't get me wrong here." Amelia said slowly."I'm not much of a Dumbledore fan, but why would he be a reason?"

"After his death, we spent years looking for information through his own belongings, properties, not to mention puzzling clues when we could have been fighting a war. Dumbledore kept so many secrets and didn't relly or confine with no one. So when he died..." Harry trailed off as Amelia nodded in sudden comprehension.

"There were many huge gaps that Dumbledore could have easily covered with only some few other people that would have done anything he said" She finished as Violet nodded.

"I don't know if my stay is permanent, for that matter I don't know if this is all happening in my head and I finally snapped under the pressure, but if anything stops me from saving this world then at least I left something that can be worked on."

"And you chose me because of my beneficial position with the law" She said in understanding until she shook her head.

"That wasn't the reason, it did incline me to tell you, but the actual reason I did was because your nice-" Violet said pointing at Amelia. "-Would go on and on how you were a demigod warrior that dragons trembled at by only hearing your name. Or Dumbledore would never cross you ever since you defeated him in a magical duel within two minutes." Violet said in amusement as Amelia groaned.

"Susan always did admire me, but I didn't realise it was that bad" Amelia said noticing the pensive look that the girl...no, war veteran took.

"Honestly, I don't think it was that." He said more to himself before noticing her gaze. "What you have to understand is that our war was much, much worse than the blood war you've seen. After the first decade, there was never more than twenty of us fighting a whole army of monsters lead by Voldemort. We had no government to really on, and the muggles had just invented a new type of androids that could actually come tow to tow with wizards and witches. Add to that that Voldemort had just started summoning demons with power comparable to Dumbledore and we were all pretty depressed. We had few things to hold on to, so we held on to as our life depended on it, because it did, it really did" He said with emotion starting to build up in his voice.

Amelia remained quiet, listening to every word to what the girl in front of her said. "We all were family to each other at that point. We were sibling, so whenever one of our siblings died it was like a stab in the heart only to find that there was already a deep scar in exactly the same place. For me, I had to women I fell in love with that I relied on with my life, for Susan, I think she used her admiration for you, her need to make you proud to keep herself sane." The last part was said slightly quieter as Harry leaned back onto his chair.

After a minute of silence, Amelia spoke up her thoughts. "I sincerely hope that we can change that future, the Susan I know is timid and keeps to herself, the thought of her taking part in the war is...disturbing, to be honest. Not to mention the way you said it made it sound like it was an obsession"

Violet chuckled softly."Actually, I don't think its that far of...wich reminds me, is it true that you took a dragon down with your bare fist's?" He asked with a tone of fake seriousness.

"Oh Merlin, was it that bad?" She said worryingly to which Violet nodded. "While I did lose my wand during that particular battle I always carry my spare, so I'm sorry to disappoint, but I didn't take a dragon with my bare hands." She said sighing deeply as Violet laughed in amusement.

"All jokes aside, I wanted your input in what I'll be doing for this year." She said seriously as Amelia compose herself.

"The first one is the Quidditch cup, Death eaters attacked just after the finals end. This event was completely independent of Voldemort's return, and while it probably will affect it, I think his to desperate for a body to allow any change of his plans." Amelia nodded as she wrote that particular information done adding a note to add security that was actually competent.

"The next problem is Sirius Black" Amelia looked at him in confusion as he continued explaining. "In my world, he was completely innocent of the crimes he committed, but he also escaped Azkaban in mid-1993, however, I'm still pretty sure that his innocent." Her shocked expression turned into a pensive one.

"Lily Evans did survive the incident" Amelia pointed out as Violet nodded.

"I researched that. She was found unconscious and hospitalised for two days, a memory charm, potion, or maybe even an oath. It's possible that she may not even be aware that Sirius wasn't the secret keeper. From what I've found, James Potter didn't bother telling her much." Amelia flinched it sympathy with that comment. She could understand why she was so mad at him. Lily had come really close with her daughter's custody.

"If you denied to interrogate him, then he may be found missing soon." He said slightly mysteriously, but she immediately got his point.

"You think that 'Someone' would be able to break him out?"

"It's sadly not that difficult, but I'll leave it as hoping that his pulled out of that rock legally." Violet said with a sigh. "The most pressing part is dealing with Voldermorts resurrection"

"Can't we just stop it?" She asked confusingly.

"I've spent years wondering and researching. No, doing so would be a terrible idea. We can't do anything when he's a spirit. The second we destroy one of his Horcrux he will know. The only reason he didn't do anything about his diary was because it sent the memories on how its destruction was a complete accident. We start hunting them down and he'll use another method. Believe me, the only reason hes doing the difficult way is to make a point.

Amelia groaned in annoyance."Couldn't we interfere with the ritual?"

"Not until it's finished. I wondered why only Pettigrew was there. Turns out that anyone entering the circle will disintegrate in a matter of seconds. Pettigrew was the flesh of the slave, his father's bones, while already dead, wouldn't have disintegrated anyhow, and myself, who he used the blood of his enemy."

"So we can't interfere during or before the ritual. And if we prevent Rose's entry altogether?"

"I thought about that. But there's a change that Barty senior placed it before to prevent raising any suspicion. I'm also still not sure how he entered my name, I have many theories, but they just that, theories based on assumption. Add to that that Voldemort is as paranoid and suspicions as Alastor, and I think that we all, including Rose, safer if her names entered." He finished slightly heatedly. He really didn't want to do it, but it really did sound like the safest point for all of them.

Amelia growled in frustration. She was a warrior, not a genius strategist."If we do go ahead with this, what will you do?"

"For starters? Ill cheat as much as possible. Family comes before pride or honour, but ill make sure I can make it as safe as possible."

"Even my Hufflepuff side is telling me that it's acceptable," She said more to herself than to Violet."Well, if that's all ill get started immediately with Sirius Black. Ill contact you in six days and if legally doesn't work then water may slip through cracks." She said as they both stood up and shook hands. It felt slightly strange, while they had just met she already felt closer to her than to most people.

Probably because the apparent fourteen year old in front of her was so similar to herself. Shed lost all of her family, to find that there was still hope. For Violet, it had been preventing the future, and for Amelia, it had been when Susan had been born, less than an hour later from her own mother's death.

"Good luck" Violet wished to Amelia.

This was going to be an exhausting week for the two of them.