Usual Disclaimer: This world does not belong to me. I just borrowed it along with its inhabitants. Thanks J.K. for lending me your ready made world of magic.

A/N: There hasn't been much interest in this story and I'm getting very few reviews for it (and when I say few, I mean none) but it is almost finished with about four chapters to go I reckon so I will continue it until it is complete but it may be at an even slower pace than normal (if that's possible) as I will concentrate on my other stories which receive slightly more feedback. And once again, lookout for my new story which has been delayed again but will be posted in a few weeks time (My fluff filled fiction on a wild Hermione). Also if anyone who reads this happens to be a fan of Harry/Draco slash stories, check out my other ongoing Story, 'Dangerously in Love' and the couple of one-shots I have posted recently. Thanks, :-)

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Chapter 12

Hello Harry

Harry's eyes widened as he stared at the words appearing on the page followed by a spell for...

"Time travel?" He muttered to himself.

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Harry stared incredulously as complex instructions filled the page in his father's tidy script. The spell was addressed to him. How was that possible? He asked himself.

As if answering his question, a note appeared at the end of the spell.

Harry,

I bet you're wondering what's going on. Believe me this is hard to explain. I bet you're wondering why only you can see this page and why it's addressed to you. Well it's because I made it that way. I went to the future Harry and I seen you reading this note from me in the past, weird huh? I went to the future and seen my son. How weird is that? I'm glad for the chance to see you all grown up. I watched you cry as you read this. Yes Harry I know I am dead but do not know why or how, and I do not wish to know. I just know that I will not be there when you read this and that I won't see you grow up. I seen the trouble and pain in your eyes and I know your life is not normal and it frustrates me not to know what has caused you to be so troubled and to know that I wont be able to help. This may be the weirdest thing I have ever done but time travel intrigued me and my curiosity got the better of me. Now I know I will die in no more than a few years time - well they do say curiosity killed the cat. To know that... it's incredibly strange to say the least. Do you ever get the feeling that time is the weirdest concept, it is said to have rules but really you feel it decides for itself how quickly or slowly a day goes? I know you will try this spell and I wish you luck with it. I can't say how much this spell has changed my life, I hope you see something better in your future. You will look up when you finish reading this and look right through me, but know that I am there, watching over you.

James Potter, Your future father, aged 15.

As predicted Harry looked up and across the room, seeing nothing but feeling extremely strange knowing that his father was there, watching him as silent tears rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't see his father but knew he was there, he could feel it. He looked back at he book and read through the instructions for the spell. It called for three dates. Past, present and future. It involved very powerful and advanced magic; far more advanced that Harry had ever seen before. It called for the person to weave an intricate web of magic around them, creating the magical base for the spell.

Before he had finished reading through the spell, Harry felt he presence fade and disappear, leaving him feeling cold and alone.

"Goodbye." He murmured, wondering if he had said it in time for his father to hear.

His father was right, the appeal of the spell already seemed very alluring to him. The concept of time had always intrigued him and it had been the same, it seemed, for his father. He knew he would try the spell, but the thought of what he might see scared him no end. He lived day to day and dealt with problems as he came to the, but to see his future, he wasn't sure if he could handle knowing his fate.

Harry wrapped his arms around himself, lying awake, churning over confused thoughts until eventually he fell into a fitful sleep.

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Harry woke the next morning, his mind still in turmoil. The page of the guidebook that had kept his rapt attention the night before was blank once more. Harry sighed, closing the book and putting it aside as he rose and dressed.

Unusually, Harry had awoken late and when he descended into the common room, he found Ginny curled on a couch in front of the fire, reading a book.

"Hey baby." She greeted him.

"Hey." Harry returned bending to kiss her softly on the lips. He deepened the kiss, feeling the need for comfort.

"What's wrong?" She asked, sensing insecurity in him as she scooted up, making room for him to squeeze in beside her. He rested his head at her neck and sighed.

"I'm fine. Just thinking. Where's Ron and 'Mione?"

"Out in the forest probably. Thinking about what?"

"Time."

"You think about these things too much."

"It's just slipping by so fast. It's getting away from us." Harry sighed again.

Ginny kissed her boyfriend's forehead, she knew he was in another one of his deep thinking, contemplative moods. He had been slipping into quiet, thoughtful spells quite often recently and Ginny had hoped he would get over it but it seemed he was just dwelling on something and she itched to help him.

"Talk to me Harry."

"I love you." He responded, avoiding talking about what was bothering him.

It was Ginny's turn to sigh. "I love you too Harry and I want to help you but I can't do anything until you talk to me."

"It's difficult to explain, I... There's just something I have to do... It's complicated."

"What? What do you have to do? What's complicated?" Ginny looked worriedly into Harry's eyes.

"Do you ever feel time speed up or stand still at the most inappropriate times?"

"Harry you're really worrying me. You're so despondent sometimes and I can't reach you no matter how hard I try. Promise me you won't do anything silly."

"Everyone expects me to do something silly yet everyone rests the fate of the Wizarding World on my shoulders." Harry smiled ironically.

"You are so cryptic sometimes."

"And you love me for it." Harry joked, brushing off her worried tone. Ginny sighed, he was pushing her away again.

Harry rose and walked to the window. He could see down in the snow, two figures. The figures of his two best friends, kissing warmly, huddled together for warmth. They were so happy and carefree. He would watch them together sometimes, they would be blissfully ignorant to the world around them until they were around him. They would always have Harry under watch and they would share they weight he carried. He was unwilling to share his pain, he didn't want his life to affect them the way it did but they stuck by him anyway.

And he loved them for it.

He began to wonder if his future would effect them. His fate was bound to have an irreparable effect on them but whether it was a negative effect or not was a different story.

Now that Harry knew there was a spell in existence, a spell which could maybe give him the answers he sought, he was drawn to it. He could not resist the forces which told him he needed to know his fate.

Anyone else would be happy to live their life not knowing what was going to happen to them each day, but Harry, well Harry had always been different.

"When's the next full moon?"

"I dunno, check my astronomy chart, it's on the table over there." Ginny watched his every move. He was so quiet and pensive. She longed for the easygoing Harry who had held her in his arms that summer and washed away all of her cares and fears. She would drown in the warmth he radiated whereas now, at that moment he was a completely different person. He seemed to turn his happiness on and off and Ginny often wondered how he did it. There had been times throughout the school year when he had been himself, happy and free and she was in love with that Harry. This Harry, a cold and hidden from the world, was a stranger to her and it frightened her.

Harry searched Ginny's astronomy chart for the lunar cycles.

'Three days.' He thought. 'Doesn't give me long to prepare, but it's enough.'

"Come and get something to eat with me?" Ginny pleaded pulling him out of his reverie.

As Harry's mind settled on what he was to do, his old self came shining through and Ginny smiled.

There was her Harry.

He smiled as he moved towards her and scooped her into her arms. She giggled wildly as he kissed her and carried her to the portrait hole.

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After a quick lunch, Harry and Ginny headed out into the ground to join Ron and Hermione, the meeting culminating in a lengthly battle between the four. Snowballs were flying in every direction and Harry's mind was successfully distracted from his earlier thoughts. After being worn out by the battle, Ron and Hermione headed inside. Ginny was about to follow suit when Harry pulled her back, letting them both fall back into the deep snow.

"Harry! Cold!" Harry responded to this by pulling her close and kissing he warmly. "Better." Harry kissed her again. "Better still. One more?" Harry obliged.

Oblivious to the fact that they were soaked and freezing, they lay together in the fresh, unmarred whit snow. Ginny looked deep into Harry's eyes, they longed to open up to her but she recognised the fear of inflicting pain that he had possessed all his life.

"I had a visitor last night." He told her and began to retell the events of the previous night as they stood up, completely soaked from head to toe but barely noticing, and began to walk around they grounds hand-in-hand.