Disclaimer: Because I have to say this, I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did but I don't. I don't want to be sued. It will forever be Jk. Rowling's. I am just a huge fan. This is a pure fan made story and is no way is an official Harry Potter story.

Author's Note: I am so excited for DH to come out soon Sorry it takes me so long to update but I have been so busy with my college classes. I hope to finish up with TR soon. I am currently working on another Harry Potter fanfic and another story in my Out of Time series.

Ch. 21 Bringing Harry Back

Ginny POV:

Ginny wanted to throw something. Of all the underhanded, spiteful things her brother had ever done this had to be the worse. Ginny couldn't fathom why they would lie to her about this. It was as if she had been punched in the stomach. Ginny didn't go charms. It was too much of a hardship to sit and listen in class. Instead Ginny went back to her dorm. When she crawled into bed she grabbed a tin box underneath her bed. She took out a picture. It was of her and Harry. Ginny remembered the day it was taken as if it was yesterday. Her and Harry were bored at Headquarters one day so they painted tattoos on themselves. The picture was taken by Harry's godfather Sirius. Ginny missed the former convict. Ginny remembered the day she found out he had died.

Flashback:

The first thing she saw was Ron. Ron had a view cuts and bruises but other than that he didn't look any different. Hermione was still asleep and the only one up was Neville. Neville looked really sad,

"What happened?" Ginny asked.

"Ginny something happened at the Ministry" Ron said.

"Oh no, what happened?" Ginny asked panicked.

"Sirius died" Ron said painfully.

"Sirius?" Ginny asked voice cracking. Where was Harry?

"Harry hasn't talked to us much." Ron said. Ginny got up.
"Where are you're going?"

"Going to find Harry" Ginny said. It was raining outside. When she stepped outside it started to rain. She made her way to Hagrid's hut. Ginny knocked on the door.

"Hagrid, have you seen Harry" Ginny said. It was hard to walk on crouches.

"He left about a half an hour ago. Shouldn't you be in the Hospital Wing?" Hagrid asked. Ginny didn't answer him. She was about to go back to the castle when she saw someone by the lake. Ginny walked up slowly.

"You want to be alone?" Ginny asked. Harry looked up at her. It was obviously he had just got done finishing cry. Harry shook his head.

"Never again" Harry said shaking his head.

End of Flashback

Ginny covered herself in her blankets. She wished she could go back. She would be with Harry again, and Fred would still be alive. Ginny wondered if she would go back in time, knowing what happened. Could she go through it again? Could she go through the last few years again?

Ron POV:

After the big row with his sister, Ron was so angry. It wasn't enough that his sister said she hated him but it hurt that she thought he didn't support her. He was also irritated with his girlfriend at the moment. Why didn't she stick up for him, she never did.

"Damn, why did she have to tell her Mione?" Ron asked.

"Because Ronnie she needs to know the truth." Hermione said defending herself. Ron looked at her incredulously.

"Mione you know how she feels about Harry." Ron said.

"Yes I do, that's why she needed to know" Hermione. Ron couldn't meet her eye.

"I feel like you betrayed me" Ron said. Hermione was so angry.

"I am not going to argue about it Ronald" Hermione snapped. Ron knew she must be mad at him if she called him Ronald.

"You're the one who always starts the fight." Ron said. Hermione looked like she was ready to slap him.
"WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A JERK" Hermione screamed

"I hate it when you talk to me like that" Ron said.

"Well you're acting like a jerk to me" Hermione snapped.

"I am going to Quidditch practice" Ron snapped.

"Good" Hermione retorted. Ron hated fighting with Hermione. Ron never felt he was good enough to be with her. It was at this time that he wished that he had Harry to talk to. When they were friends at least he had someone to talk to when he and Hermione were fighting they were fighting. Ron felt like crawling in a hole right now.

Neville POV:

Neville had been in the library for hours. Neville had been looking through all the books on memory charms and enchantments. There was nothing that pinpointed exactly what kind of memory charm was on Harry. It would be hard to take the charm off of him if they didn't know which spell was on him. Neville's eyes were getting heavier and heavier. Finally he found something that looked promising.

The Bad Day potion

In Medieval times the reverse if a memory charm was a potion that would make the drinker relieve the worst five days of their lives. This potion is currently not used today because of the chance of the drinker dying. It is said that the pain of these memories is worse than a Cruciatus Curse. The potion requires three object of importance of the drinker and a guild to go with the drinker into his memories. The ministry wanted to ban this potion when the last known person to take this potion had died, but could not be but was prevented by the healers of St. Mungo's

The passage than went on to describes the ingredients. Neville didn't like the sound of this potion but it may be their only hope. What if it killed him? Neville needed to talk to Ron and Hermione about it. It was strange how much Neville had changed in the last few years. He was a completely different person than he was in first year. He wasn't nearly as clumsy as he was or afraid of the Slytherin anymore. He was grown man now. Despite all of these changes he didn't think he was strong enough to send his friend to his death. It might be worth the risk if they got Harry back.

Draco's POV:

Draco was finding it very difficult to concentrate. Charms had always been his worst subject. He looked at the clock ruefully. He still had ten minutes of this class. He might just die of boredom. It was that tiny Professor Flitwick was a bad teacher but since Draco was not good at charms he automatically found the subject dull. It was probably due to him growing up Malfoy.

"Professor Flitwick, can I see Mr. Malfoy" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Of course, off you go Mr. Malfoy" Professor Flitwick said. Draco gathered his things and followed Professor McGonagall out of the classroom.
"Mr. Malfoy I just received an owl from your mother" Professor McGonagall said.

"What?" Draco said heart sinking. Professor McGonagall gave him a look up sympathy

"I am sorry to tell you this, but your father is dead" It was like the world shut down. Draco sunk to the flow. His legs felt like they couldn't support him anymore.