PROLOGUE
Life hadn't exactly been easy for her before, but it was definitely not easy now. As she traced the runes in the ground with her dagger, she thought over everything that had brought her to this point. She vaguely realised that what she was doing wasn't right, but at this point she really just didn't care. I mean, why should she? Her family acted as if she was a 3-year-old incapable of doing anything useful. Out of all of them, Hermione was probably the worst. Her quiet pity for the younger girl made Ginny seethe internally with anger. She was only one year younger than her! Did anyone look at Luna as if she was an idiot? Of course not!
Sure, there had been that thing with the diary, but that was one time. Plus, hadn't she proven herself in the D.A, and the Battle of The Ministry? Heck, she had even been in the Battle Of Hogwarts and survived! Okay, she did have some problems with emotional control and maybe anger management, but those were all gone now. To be honest, she was probably also stronger mentally, magically and physically than The Golden Trio combined. Of course, if she actually said that, they would probably all just laugh in her face.
She stepped back and surveyed her work. There was a circle, with one rune on each "side", and one in the middle. It was, to her surprise, a fairly simple ritual if you had a basic understanding of runes. The spell really wasn't too complicated either. She checked so that she had all her belongings; her dagger, soaked in basilisk venom of course, her wand (heavens knew it worked better than Aunt Marge's old wand which she had been forced to use), her can of Pepper Spray (don't ask), her gun, and a big bag of galleons. After all, no one here would miss it, would they?
She pointed her wand at the rune in the middle. It was a beautiful wand, Blackthorn with a Dragon Heartstring core, 9 ½ inches, reasonably flexible. Cost a fortune too, definitely not something her family could have afforded, and rather beautiful. She started chanting something in Latin; "Duc me in tempore, ita quod abiit iniuriam non possum mutare, mutare in futurum et scimus mutare mundi."
Then, with the speed you could only achieve from hours of Quidditch and intense physical training, she jumped onto the rune, both her feet firmly placed on it. The runic circle glowed a pinkish-purple, and the rune she was standing on glowed a blinding white. Then, wind was swirling around her and she literally fell through time. Memories whizzed past her, a blur of sound and movement. I wish you could slow this down, she idly thought. Then I could take the time to review each memory and see what I can change. The whole thing took only a few minutes, which meant she had to be going at ultra-speed to relive all the 17 years of her shitty life in such a short time.
She landed with a thump on something relatively soft, and groaned. She cast a quick Tempus, and when she confirmed the year was, indeed, 1992, she finally relaxed. So, it had worked. Oh, who was she kidding, of course it had worked! It's not like she got an O in Ancient Runes for nothing! Then something else caught her attention. She had caught a quick glimpse of herself in the mirror, and noticed that her appearance had drastically changed. Well, considering the fact that she had gone from a 17-year-old to an 11-year-old, that wasn't so surprising. Still, she looked at herself in the mirror and wrinkled her nose. How the heck was she meant to gain respect when she looked like this? And her clothes, as well. Thank Gods she brought money!
She sighed and pulled out her wand, waving it in front of her. When she looked at the mirror again she breathed out a sigh of relief. Her carrot-coloured hair had turned into a darker red, and it was plaited in a long braid. Her chocolate-caramel eyes had stayed the same, but her eyelashes had gotten longer. Her physical forms had gotten slightly bigger, but not so that it looked weird on an 11-year-old. She would just have to wait for puberty to hit her again. She made herself a bit taller, but not so much. She would just have to make herself a bit taller each day. Satisfied with her new appearance, she turned away from the mirror. She transfigured a pair of her clothes into a light blue, short-sleeved blouse and a white skirt, as well as some sandals. Too bad she couldn't wear heels yet. Then she heard her mother calling her that they needed to go to Diagon Alley now. Ginny also transfigured her old brown cloak into a black one, and wrapped it around her. Then, she walked down the stairs.