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Chapter 2, The Rescue.

Harry stood nervously in the front room of the Shrieking Shack on that Halloween. In the short two months since his meeting with the ancient Hyrulian, he trained every night for this moment. He rapidly mastered the Cycle of Breaching Death's Door, with an interesting variant added. He enchanted a Time Turner with far greater precision than any known outside of Hyrule. He mastered one particular Transfiguration Spell flawlessly, one that hurt him emotionally far greater than he would ever let on to. He finally relived his own worst nightmare, the death of his parents, time and again, observing things that he had missed before. His motivation was quite simple, really; and most effective.

Link asked, "Harry, do you understand what you need to do?"

The sixteen year old answered, "Yes, Link; perfectly." What Harry and Link had shared made them too close for formality or titles, though respect between the two was absolutely earned and given.

"You're afraid."

"You're not?" Harry asked.

"What is courage again, Harry?"

"It's the overcoming of one's fear to do what is truly right. But I'm scared I'll stuff things up!"

Navi said, "And well you should be, Harry. Just don't let your fear grow so big that it makes you fail; nor so small that you get careless and fail also. We know what was left behind, we won't find out what came forward until you return."

Harry nodded in acceptance, and took in a deep breath. He released the breath slowly, then he took the pendant of the Time Turner in his left hand, grasping his wand with his right.

He incanted, "Sixteen years precisely back, Potter safe-house, Godric's Hollow. Sixteen years precisely forward, precisely here. Tempus Fugit."

With a tap of his wand on the Time Turner, Harry vanished in a flash of white light.

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He appeared as he was supposed to, just outside of his parent's hiding place, and not a moment too soon. Voldemort was just knocking the door down!

Harry choked back the urge to battle his mortal enemy, noticing that his Occlumency was either doing the trick nicely, or that his sensitivity to Voldemort hadn't existed in this time. Donning his father's Invisibility Cloak, he ran forward to the door of his house, just as he heard the feared curse; Avada Kedavra!"

Harry answered with a two spells of his own, uttered in a hopeful whisper with all his magic behind them. "Preservus" Harry said, pointing his wand at his father's now dead body. The spell left his wand invisibly; his father's body glowed for an instant before being suspended in a living state. Harry pointed his wand instantly at Voldemort's and uttered, "Anima captura." James Potter's soul was drawn out of Voldemort's wand, leaving only a shadow behind.

Harry advanced silently to his own nursery, hearing his mother plead vainly for the life of her fifteen month old child, as the same child at sixteen years and three month cried in silent anguish. He heard the curse uttered again, "Avada Kedavra!" Harry again answered in kind, "Preservus! Anima Captiva!" Now, both his parents were safe for the moment.

Harry now willed himself to stand silently, waiting for the final curse. It came in mere moments. Voldemort shouted, "Avada Kedavra" in triumph.

Harry felt his magic, his mother's magic, and the magic of his toddler form meld into one and force the curse back on its caster. He felt and smelled Voldemort being vaporized. He knew the spirit of Voldemort passed him, carrying its wand but being unable to use it. Harry had to restrain himself even more forcefully at that moment; he felt he could destroy Voldemort here and now for all time. However, if he did, he would never find the motivation to try what he was doing now, nor would he gain that instruction even if he did. He could not afford a Paradox, especially not now!

Harry removed his father's Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it into a pocket of his robe. He walked into his nursery and looked at his fifteen month old form. He spoke soothingly reciting the speech from his own memory of the time. "Harry, your mother and I have to go away because the bad man hurt us so badly. We have no choice. But, when it's time, Mama and I will come back to you, when you really need us. Until then, be a good boy, a kind boy, a loving boy. We will always be in your heart, and you will always be in ours." He bent over the rail of the cot, and kissed his toddler form on the cheek. Then, he turned back to the business at hand.

He pointed his wand at his mother's preserved body and muttered "Moblicorpus." He hovered her into the next room and sat her down again. He took the plastic lily flower from his pocket and sat it where his mother had fallen, and uttered the spell "Transfiguo Corpus Mater." The flower was now a twin to the body of his mother, save that the body was in fact dead.

He hovered his mother quickly to the front door of the cottage, setting her down just outside. He hovered his father's body outside, setting it down next to her. He took the small plastic stag from his pocket and set it where his father had fallen. He uttered the spell "Transfiguo Corpus Pater," and his father's dead twin appeared in the toy's place, just as Harry's father had fallen.

Harry left the house quickly, hovering the bodies of his parents before him at a dead run; and not a moment too soon. He could hear his own fifteen month old voice shouting from the nursery, "Mama! Dada!" in anguish and panic, and the todler's magic escaped and started to demolish the cottage completely. As he reached the wood line, he could hear Sirus shouting "Prongs! Lils!" Harry didn't stick around.

Finding the small clearing he had flattened earlier, he set about completing the rescue. He first pointed his wand at his father and quietly incanted, "Restorus. Petrificus Totalus." He then did the same for his mother. Finally, he spoke his first words to his parents in fifteen years.

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry I've petrified you. But you are understandably confused, and will become more so before the night is over. Voldemort is dead, for now, and Harry is safe. I will tell you soon enough who I am, and how you have been rescued. But, we will need to travel first."

Harry lay on the ground between his parents. He placed the chain of the Time Turner around their necks as well as his own, and held both of their hands in his left for good measure. He tapped the Time Turner, and uttered "Redeo." The three Potters vanished in a flash of white light.

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The three Potters materialized on the floor of the Shrieking Shack Front Room to an argument between Albus Dumbledore and the Duke of Hyrule.

"Albus, I say again it was the only way!"

"No, Link, it was your way, and wrong! You've altered the fabric of time, perhaps fatally, for the entire world."

"You're wrong, old friend. I preserved the flow of time." Link and Professor Dumbledore saw the flash, and the three Potters.

Seeing this, Link said, "As I was saying. If you exhume the body of Lily Potter, you will find a plastic lily flower. The date molded into it is 1993. Do the same for James Potter and you will find a plastic Stag, with the date 1991 molded into it. I bought them at a junk shop in Edinburgh last Tuesday."

As the Time Turner vanished forever, Link said, "Hello, James and Lily Potter. As you can see, I provided you assistance after all, just not quite in the manner you asked for it. It is Samhain Night, 1996. The boy between you is your eldest son, Harry. In the time you were just removed from, Voldemort was destroyed but not completely killed. He was only restored in the late spring of 1995; your son accounting for four years of that time.

This is how time had to flow. You and Harry will have some difficulties to adjust to, but I'm sure you will succeed in them. Albus and I well help where needed, where it will be truly helpful. Harry, release them."

Harry stood up and looked at his parents. He waived his wand at them and said, "Finite Incantatum."

The elder Potters stood up in shock, looking distrustfully at the teenager who was just pronounce their son. Lily, who could tell the trustworthiness of a person by looking at them and hearing their voice asked, "Are you truly our son, in your heart?"

Harry's eyes burned with tears desperately held back. He answered in a timid and quavering voice, "Yes mum, I am."

Lily embraced him, followed by James, and the tears of all three Potters flowed freely. James muttered, "Sorry I doubted you, Pronglet."

Harry answered, "I know, Dad. I love you too."

Navi said to Professor Dumbledore, "The words you thought you said last August were indeed a prophecy, Professor. They were: "Seventeen years passed, mostly in sadness. But the sadness is ended. For the Hawk of the Forest will fly the path with the Phoenix of Destiny, the Phoenix Mother, and the Stag of the Wood. Azrael has only a lease on a stalemate, the lease ends when the Children of the Forest give thanks to God for their ancestors, and as the children of Horsa and Hengist celebrate the Phoenix.'

"In ancient times, the Kokiri, the Children of the Forest worshiped their ancestors on this night, thanking them for the bounty of the year. Now, the worship God and thank him for the bounty, and remember their ancestors. Your kind celebrate based on your ancient memories of Samhain, plus your own added gratitude for the Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter was conceived seventeen years ago at two o'clock on Samhain Morning."

Link looked up and said, "You've been keeping secrets again, Navi."

The fairy answered, "Be thankful I still can, childing!"

Link answered, "I'm sure Harry is grateful enough for me as well."

The three Potters answered as one, "We are."

Albus Dumbledore shook his head and said, "As am I, Link. Now, we have a lot of questions raised, and will need to find the answers. I suggest we retire to Hogwarts and find them."

The three Potters followed Professor Dumbledore through the tunnel, past the Whomping Willow, and into Hogwarts, with Link bringing up the rear.