Chapter 21

Albus Dumbledore was sitting in the garden of Harry Samuels house. The bench was quite comfortable. The night air was cool. The thrithy first of July. He would remember this day, for the act he was about to do would haunt him. In his hands he held a small time turner. It's wooden frame was smooth in his hands.

Violet Sarah Elizabeth Samuels emerged from the house holding baby Harry Samuels in her hands. She was much older than when he first met her. She looked so different but yet so similar.

"It is time." She whispered. She didn't want to wake the house.

"Of course, but there is one thing I have yet to understand. The prophecy you made, what did it mean?"

"I have seen the future. There will be a war. A terrible war. So many lives lost. But it is his fault. He is the maker of his own demise. The child born of air will stop him." She paused. "A child born of air, I think I meant a child born of HEIR. Tom is the heir of Slytherin. The dark lord will do something, I'm not sure, that will make his own demise. "But great tragedy, such loss, will befall him, that loss is me; he's going to lose me, his mother, but he'll never know. He will be born to those who has defied the dark lord thrice."

"That is the part I fail to understand. He was born to you, you have not defied the dark lord thrice."

"True. That was the part I didn't understand either. I tried and tried to, but I didn't. I haven't even met the dark lord, let alone defied him more than thrice so when I had Harry I was confused and the more I thought the more my mind hurt, until finally I was pushed to the brink and I had another vision. I saw a couple. Their son was a still born and he died. I saw them and I felt their grief, it was so overwhelming. They were in hiding, hiding from the dark lord. They had defied him thrice. I knew what I had to do. Harry was never ment to be mine, he belongs with them. If you had seen them, then you would know."

"As the seventh month dies he will live... Neither can live while the other survives. For they are one. That part is self explanatory." It all made sense. The couple must have lived in the future which was why she required the time turner.

When Violet prophesised the coming of Harry, she did not remember what she had said. However, she soon explained that when she gave birth to him, it triggered a response in her brain and the prophecy came back.

"Is time. I want to thank you for helping me Professor, if all goes to plan I'll return the time turner to you tomorrow."

"I see. I shall return to Hogwarts." He took out his wand then paused. "Good luck, Violet. I am very sorry that you have to do this."

"Thank you."

He turned around ready to leave then spoke. "And Violet,"

"Yes?"

"Happy Birthday."

Professor Dumbledore apparated to the village of Hogsmeade and made his way in the dark of dusk to Hogwarts.

I cradled baby Harry. I named him after my father. Harry looked so much like his father, Tom. But he had my eyes, when they were green.

"Hi Harry. You won't know me, but I'm your mum." I whispered. "Don't hate me for this, if you ever find out, just please don't hate me. If it was up to me I would go wherever you would." My voice began cracking. "But I can't and I know that. I want you to know, that the minute I first lay eyes on you, you ran away with my heart. Harry, I want you to remember that when things get dark and you feel like there is no hope, and they will feel like that, I want you to remember that there is always a way. Don't you ever give up, because so many people will be relying on you. I love you so much Harry," my voice was thick with sadness and tears strolled down my cheeks. " And it's because I love you that I want you to forget me. I may have given birth to you, but I'm not your mother. Lily Potter is. But who knows, maybe, someday, someone you'll find your way back to me." I knew deep down inside that, that would never happen. "To watch you, to guide you, through the darkest of your days. Because if you fall Harry, then we all will."

I held up the wand and apparated out.

I stood in a little village called Godrics hollow. Dumbledore told me about this place. He grew up here, with his brother and sister.

The time turner was in my palm, the chain around both mine and Harry's wrist. He gurgled sleepily. I cast a spell and it began turning.

My surroundings began spinning. We were going through time. People were rushing about at the speed of light. Buildings were being made and rotting away.

I stopped when I got to the time I wanted to be at. July 31st 1980.

I was in the town square.

The summer sun was setting over the tiny village. I looked around to find the tiny house from my vision.

It stood opposite me. That house, that beautiful house, would be home to my son. I may not have been his mother, but he was still my son. I stared at the house for a good few minutes; willing myself to knock.