A/N: Okay well since I forgot to add my author's notes to my first two chapters...and I'm too lazy to go back and add them...I'll say all the stuff I gotta say here. First of all, I changed the title of my story . I know it's stupid, but titles are the worst things ever, and since this fic wasn't pre-written out, I had no idea where this story was going. Now I think I have a few ideas, so I'll leave it at this for the moment...heh. Anyway, thanks a kazillion to my wonderful beta reader, Vivian...you rock my world. Also, I won't be updating this fic very often because I'm a very bad writer slaps self "bad author, bad!" and I only get ideas for my fics every, like, month . Alright then, onto the chapter!

Harry held out his arm and Ginny took it as the two of them stepped out of the grungy shop and onto the well-swept streets of Diagon Alley. As they did, the opening in the brick wall shuffled back into place, showing no signs of having just provided a doorway into the wizarding world.

Unlike the busy sidewalks of London, the shoppers on the streets of Diagon Alley were all chatting happily and strolling along casually. Harry wanted to stop and look at the broomsticks in Knoll's Quidditch Shop, but Ginny grabbed his arm and towed him away from the store, reminding him that they had a very important wizard to meet. Grumbling, Harry followed his friend down the twisting stone road, finally stopping in front of a busy looking pub. A sign that read "The Red Dragon" swung slightly in the breeze above the door.

"Here?" Harry asked with a look of surprise on his face.

"Yeah, Dumbledore said something about him being downstairs in the basement or something..." Ginny said distractedly as she peered through the grimy windows.

The two of them stepped into the pub and made their way through the noisy crowd of witches and wizards to a wooden door at the back of the shop. Looking around, Ginny tugged on the rusted handle of the door, and it creaked open.

With Ginny leading the way, they cautiously climbed down the rotting wooden staircase, careful to avoid spots that looked particularily unstable. Upon reaching the hard-packed earthen floor, Harry looked around curiously. Finally, he spotted Dumbledore - the tall wizard was sitting on a box surrounded by other dust-covered boxes of various sizes. He was stroking his long white beard, obviously waiting for them.

"Ah, you have arrived!" Dumbledore said, standing up and giving the two a tired smile. It seemed to Harry like the Hogwarts headmaster had aged much more than 10 months since the last time they had come face to face. "Come, sit down." Waving his wand, he conjured up two stools in front of him.

Once the three of them had settled (as comfortably as possible) on their seats, Dumbledore's expression grew serious.

"I suppose Miss Weasley has told you the reason why I have asked you two to come here today, Harry?"

"Er...actually, no," Harry admitted.

The older wizard gave Ginny a curious look, but appeared to let it go. "Then I shall start from the beginning. As you are aware, 10 months have passed since The War. During this time, a few things have been haunting me - the memories of the loved ones we lost. I am correct to assume you two have been having the same thoughts?"

Harry and Ginny both nodded somberly.

"It has come to my attention that there is a way to travel back to the past and bring the dead back to life, and back to the present."

Harry gaped at his former professor. "You mean like the timeturn-"

Dumbledore held up a long finger, signaling Harry to hold his comments.

"Now, listen carefully to what I have to say. This is a very dangerous thing, anything and everything could go wrong. The ministry imust not know about this/i, or they'll use the same method to bring back more of the dead, and in the confusion, someone we don't want resurrected could return. I am choosing the two people I think are most able to complete this mission. That is the reason why I have brought you two here today - to ask if you're willing to risk your lives for your deceased loved ones."

Looking to his side, Harry saw Ginny nod.

"I'm willing to do it, Professor Dumbledore. I'm willing to give it all to save them."

Harry then felt both Ginny's and Dumbledore's gazes fall on him. He bowed his head, not sure what to say. If he failed, he knew that he would feel even worse...he really wanted to do it though, and perhaps save those he had lost...if Hermione were here, she would be scolding him about his "saving people thing"...but then, the thought of Hermione was too painful...yet if he could do this....

"I am too," Harry said fiercely with a steely look of determination in his green eyes.

Dumbledore smiled inwardly; secretly, he knew that both of them would agree. That was why he had chosen Harry and Ginny, two of his bravest and cleverest students ever.

He nodded slightly at the two, then pulled out a small box. He opened it and pulled out two simple silver rings. The only decoration on them was that one had a circle engraved into it, and the other had a circle of the same size extruding from it. Handing one to Ginny and the other to Harry, Dumbledore continued.

"Now, this is what you will do. Each of you must put on your ring, and I will bring you to the field where The War was fought. You must hold your hands together so that the protruding circle fits into the engraved one. Then, say this incantation:

Bring us back to the days long past
Let us again see our friends at last
Standing where our blood was shed
10 months back as we have said

After you have been brought back, you will be in the middle of the war. Once you are back in time, your physical appearance will change so that no one will recognize you. The difference between the rings and the time turner is that for the rings, you will only be seen by those you want to be seen by. Each of you may only bring back two people, so choose wisely."

The two younger wizards both nodded, signaling that they understood Dumbledore's words.

"Oh yes, one more thing," Dumbledore said. "You must not attempt to take back more than 4 people, and you must find your friends and convince them to go back with you within one hour. If you go past that time limit..." He paused, looking grave. "Well, try not to do that. I trust you two to get the job done."

With that, Albus Dumbledore waved his wand and disappeared in a shower of scarlet sparks, leaving his two very shocked and nervous former students to gape in disbelief at each other.

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