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The reset button.– Or, the rather sudden end.

The rain had stopped falling the night before. It was still moist in the forest around Hogwarts.

It was dark outside, the sun had set merely two hours ago, and the death-eaters that surrounded the old school had set up their camps. The dark lord had finally initiated his plans on bringing down the-boy-who-lived and attacked the school. No violence had been used so far, but the panicked students trapped in the school were planning to revolt. All they needed to do to gain their freedom was to hand over a crazy kid; many wondered why it hadn't been done yet. The professor had gathered everyone in the great hall to explain the situation.

"Is everyone present?" the headmaster asked in a sonorused voice. His four head of house exchanged a few words with their prefects, and three of them gave an affirmative.

McGonagall though, had turned white. She mouthed "Potter" to him and a feeling of dread filled the aged man as he looked over the group of people.

"Have anyone seen Harry Potter?"

Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw student cast a sonorous on herself and said over the crowd's mumblings;

"He said he was running away, to save himself. He left an hour ago. He promised to send us postcards from all the places he visits though."

"And he didn't bring me?! I'm his best friend!!"

Ah, Ronald Weasley… that boy certainly knows his priorities.

"He said you didn't believe in his invisibility cloak, and probably wouldn't want to come."

Dumbledore silently cursed that day when he gave away the wrong cloak, who would have thought it would eventually lead to the poor boys death?

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Outside, at the very same time, in the death-eaters main camp people in black robes had gathered to hear the words of their lord. Voldemort himself stood on a large podium he had transfigured earlier, preparing to make his final speech to the followers before they stormed the castle. He cast a final glance over the crowd and would have commenced with his speech, but something disturbing caught his eyes. To make up for his small stature he had made a very tall podium, which enabled him to see to the very back of the crowd.

And in the back, behind all of his followers who had their faces turned to him, a stranger was sneaking. With the pink sparkling cloak that covered the person from head to toe it would have been impossible to guess the identity of said person, but there was no doubt in Voldemort's mind who this was.

"Potter!" He screamed in rage.

It was a testament to his followers' belief in his complete loss of mind that they all stood up and started to cheer when he did this. It served only to anger him more.

He silently cast a crusio on one nondescript follower in the front row and shouted

"Sit!"

The crowd sat back in their places quickly. In the far back the not so mysterious cloaked figure was gone. Voldemort roared in rage, unknowingly strengthening his followers' belief further, their master had lost his mind.

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Harry had realised as soon as his name was shouted by the dark lord, that the man had the same uncanny ability as the headmaster; to see through invisibility cloaks. He had panicked, and as the people around him started to cheer he dove in to the crowd, making his way forward quickly. Suddenly they all sat down again, and having lost his cloak in the mass he did the same. He managed to steal the empty seat in the front row, and was suddenly very glad for his earlier idea of dressing out as a death eater to scare Ronald before leaving, it was Halloween after all. True, he hadn't found Ron, but the costume proved useful.

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Inside the school the Headmaster had called Luna forward, so that she could answer some questions, it seemed as if she was the one who knew most right now.

"You saw Harry leave then? Why didn't you stop him?"

Luna didn't have a chance to answer the question; Hermione had forced her way through the crowd and stepped up to the younger girl.

"Luna, Harry can't die here! He sent himself a memory from the future, he was older then."

"Not everything is as it seems Hermione, you should know that."

"Please Miss Lovegood, answer my question, we have to save Mr Potter."

"You mean the memory wasn't from the future?"

"That is what I mean Hermione."

"Miss Lovegood…"

"Not now headmaster, I have to explain some thing to Hermione before time is up, you don't have to know. Beside, you can't save Harry from himself."

"But…"

"Is it because of that ritual? It was pointless!"

"But it will send your memories back if you are for some reason forcibly sent back in time."

"Luna, can you please start at the beginning."

By now the Headmaster had decided to stay silent, this was far to interesting to ignore. It seemed that the young Ravenclaw student had managed to get Hogwarts star student Hermione Granger to perform a very dark ritual at some point in time, but how? And Why?

"Harry haven't really received a memory from the future. I faked it. It's more fun that way."

"More fun…"

"It's impossible to send anything here from the future, because the future doesn't exist."

"Of course it does! Don't be ridiculous."

"Have you heard of any new prophecies in the last years? Any real ones?"

"As a matter of fact Miss Lovegood, the magical societies around the world have noticed a sudden decline in prophecies in recent years…"

"Thank you headmaster, and now Hermione, why do you think this is? Why aren't there anymore prophecies now? They have been common for the last thousand years."

"I haven't thought about it, but… How can you claim that…"

"Because of Harry. He put our world in a sort of limbo, and until someone can make him stop, it will stay that way."

"What are you saying Miss Lovegood?"

"I don't know why, but for some reason, as soon as Harry faces Voldemort in his sixth year the world starts over. I have tried to change things since it started, but it isn't working. Harry refuses to do the ritual, so he doesn't believe me."

"Well, it did involve hours of work with a pensive, you know he hates them."

"I do. But time is almost up, next time you'll remember things as well, and maybe we can change things."

"But why does it go wrong? I mean, why does it start over? The world I mean."

"I have a theory, that it might be the buttons. Their magic is very… unusual."

"You don't say…"

"It doesn't like hurting things. Did you see what happened when he aimed the spell at himself?"

"Yeah, a bit unreal if you ask me, immortality button… and he didn't want to use it until he won since it was like cheating…"

"Well, have you ever played a game where your character is immortal? It isn't much fun."

Luna would have gone ahead and explained her theory, and how she thought that they could break the cycle, but time was up.

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Some minutes earlier, outside.

Voldemort intended to make his minions to search the area, but was yet again interrupted before he had a chance to begin. This time by someone who appeared to be a death eater.

"Oh my god! You're Voldemorts mini-me!"

Several people tried in vain to keep in their laughter. The death eater who had apparently yet to be clued in on their lord's misfortunate height-issues pulled of his mask.

Voldemort, who had pulled out his wand with the intention of killing the idiot, gaped in shock. There was the one and only, Harry Potter.

The boy, who had planned his revenge for quite a while (he thought that since it had been prophesised he'd better comply.), quickly cast his button-spell at the dark lord. It hit.

And nothing happened. Voldemort had been surprised when the spell went right through his hastily put up shield, but after having been hit he only felt a strange tingling on his neck.

He reached up with his empty hand, and felt what could only be a button.

Had he been able to see it, he might also have seen the tiny message that was inscribed.

'Reset Button – use only in emergencies.'

But he did not, and underestimating how easy it would be to activate he moved a finger over its' surface. The button was pushed, and everything was dissolved in a pretty sparkling show, flying everywhere.

One Tom Riddle was born moments after, with no memories of his earlier life. A strange button was still at the child's neck, waiting to be recharged.

For it was not one Harry Potters fault that time had been set into limbo. Not entirely at least, they were after all equals.

The End.