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The rest of Harry's summer passed uneventfully, other than a surprise birthday party that scared the wits out of him and a visit from Cornelius Fudge himself, all was peaceful and quiet. Yet there were rarely times when he wasn't thinking about anything else other than Voldemort. The way he was on Harry's mind constantly, some might have thought they had a 'secret relationship' (wink wink) but since that'll never happen...

No doubt about it. It was just something Harry had a bad feeling about.

"Hello Harry? May I come in?" called a voice through the door. Harry quickly sat up from his bed in Grimmauld Place.

"Sure," he replied indifferently. Dumbledore came sweeping in and Harry felt his heart rise with hope on what's been happening.

"Ahhh...Harry, enjoying the scenery in your room I see," Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye. Harry scowled. It was a plain known fact that Harry hated this house. Actually, it wasn't the house itself, but it was what happened here that made him want to Reducto it.

"Well, perhaps not," Dumbledore said. "I have some news for you Harry--" Harry perked his ears up and gazed expectantly at the Headmaster. "—but perhaps we should move to a more private place." He gestured at the door and Harry could see at least five pairs of extendable ears pull away.

"Yes sir."

Harry allowed himself to be lead away by Dumbledore to another room that Harry had never been in before.

"Where is—"Harry looked around.

"This is merely his brother's old bedroom. No doubt Sirius hated coming here and avoided it as much as possible. You see Harry, it's almost impossible to actually truly hate a sibling and even though Sirius said it with words, deep down, he still cared and it hurt him much to come in this room," Dumbledore answered Harry's unasked question.

Harry snorted but refrained himself from comment. "Well sir?"

Dumbledore settled himself on a mahogany chair and gestured for Harry to do the same. When Harry didn't move, he sighed. "Harry, I suggest you sit down. This might be a very long talk indeed."

Harry forced his legs to walk to the chair and sit down. His gaze, however, never left Dumbledore's.

"As you already know," Dumbledore began. "Professor Snape has been doing some spying for us and I am happy to tell you that he has succeeded this time. He managed, at great risk to his life, find out what Lord Voldemort is going to do with your blood."

Harry turned his gaze to the floor. He knew Dumbledore was trying to help Harry make peace with Snape. Fat chance.

"As you have meddled with time before, you know the consequences of changing the past. It does not matter whether you have good intentions or bad, changing the past can lead to no happy events in the future..."

Harry couldn't hold it back. "Yes sir," he said rather rashly. "But what does this have to do with my blood?"

"Patience Harry, is a very important virtue, but I do not wish to keep this information myself anyway. Severus has told us that Lord Voldemort wants to go back in time—"Harry made a disbelieving sound "—and change history so that you will never be born."

Harry remained speechless for a few moments. "He—he wants to kill my parents?" He croaked.

"Yes Harry. Lord Voldemort wants to kill your parents before they have you, so that there will not be his downfall and he will have more power than ever with no chance of stopping him."

"B—but what—what does this have to do with my blood?" Harry inquired.

"Voldemort knows that other than a time turner, there is no other simple way to get back in the past. But Harry, as you also know, Lord Voldemort can achieve even what I cannot achieve at times. Remember when he rose again? Yes, that was not any potion. Lord Voldemort porposlly concocted that potion just for that use," Dumbledore said, warily.

"But why would he want to do that? He's gaining power now...if he just—"

"True as that it, Voldemort knows that he will not have as much support as he did during the days before his downfall. Those were the moments of his greatest height of power and he will do anything to achieve this. If he were to kill your parents before they conceived you, the wizarding would have very great troubles indeed." Dumbledore paused to let that sink in. "That is where you come in."

"M-me?" Harry said, astounded.

"Yes. You'll need to go back in time to save your parents unless of course you want to cease to exist and leave the wizarding world in shatters."

"But why me? Why not you or—or Lupin or even Snape? No, wait—uh—not Snape...he'd probably kill my parents himself but—"

"Harry, did you not think that I thought of all these things? But facing the facts, you're the only one that can go. No adults can go because they were at Hogwarts at that time and they would recognize themselves. You weren't born then, so nobody would recognize you and you can disguise yourself as students!" Dumbledore explained.

"But—but—how do you know that's the year Voldemort will go to?" Harry asked desperately.

"I have my suspicions," Dumbledore replied. "Please think this over Harry. Not to pressure you, but everyone is depending on you. Even you are depending on you. Think this over carefully." And with that, he swept out of the room, leaving Harry to his very confused thoughts.

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"WHAT??"

Harry had just told Ron and Hermione what happened upstairs with Dumbledore. Needless to say, they were shocked.

"Lemme get this straight. You-know-who is going back in time to kill your parents so they won't have you, leaving you-know-who in full control? Mental I tell you! Now Dumbledore wants you to go back in time to save your parents? Has he finally gone off his rocker?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Ron, Dumbledore's right. No one else can do this job and if the job isn't done, the world as we know it will be made a living hell."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying! Trusting a kid to do an adults jo—"

"Harry's handled much more than most of the adults even in the Order? Right Harry?" Hermione turned. Harry, who had been deep in thought snapped out of it at this question.

"Wha--? Yeah! Yeah I have...but it still doesn't feel good to have everyone's future in my hands," Harry sighed. "It's just a lot of pressure."

"Hey, mate! I have an idea!" Ron said suddenly.

"Wow! An idea! From pea brain over here!" Hermione teased.

"Shut up! What if we ask to go with Harry? It would do him some good to have company and he can talk with us while he's there! Besides he might need our help!" Ron said.

Hermione looked thoughtful. Harry, on the other hand, was furious. "WHAT?? No way! I'm not having you guys risk your lives again just for me...again!" Harry shouted.

"Harry, Ron's got a point! We can help you!" Hermione protested.

"But—"

"Mate, don't you trust us? If I was in your place, wouldn't you help me? It's the same thing!" Ron added.

"I—I just don't wanna lose you guys, ya know? And then knowing it's my fault would just make it ten times worse!"

"Harry! Except our help! You can't do everything alone!" Hermione said. "Even Dumbledore needs help at times...even Voldemort needs help! Please Harry! If you don't do this right, you're gonna lose us anyways!"

"Stop worrying Harry! The more the merrier right?"

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione's expectant faces. It really was a lot of danger, but each of them had their points. Besides, they could be of help.

"Mmmm...okay, just be careful," Harry said, doubtingly.

"You need more protection than us Harry," Hermione said.

"Yeah you're the boy who lived! You're the most important of all!" Ron said enthusiastically.

Harry scowled.

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"Are you all sure you're ready?" Dumbledore asked them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded. They were all packed and ready to go. The toughest part of this was actually convincing Ron and Hermione's parents about letting them do this. Even Harry had trouble convincing Remus.

After many shed tears from Mrs. Weasley and many persuasion from Dumbledore, they finally agreed. Hermione, on the other hand, was tougher. As her parents were both muggles, they weren't real keen to let Hermione do this. But when they saw their daughter's mind was made up, they told her to be careful and that they would always be proud of her. Harry felt some envy of Hermione then, but he was also happy for her.

Now everyone was gathered in from of Dumbledore with the all the members of the Order standing behind them, wishing them luck.

"You must all remember how important this is. Do not get so caught up that you forget what you are there to do. You might want to say good-bye one more time before you go because you know the consequences of this journey," Dumbledore said firmly.

"Ron! Your father and I are so proud of you! Our little baby growing up!" bawled Mrs. Weasley pulling Ron into a hug. Ron didn't complain or tug away. On the contrary, he hugged back.

Across the room, Hermione was frantically hugging her parents too and saying her good-byes.

"Harry."

Harry spun around and saw McGonagall, Moody, Tonks, and Lupin standing there. Tonks suddenly burst and hugged Harry crying.

"Harry, we're rooting for you all the way," she whispered. "Even Minerva. Infact, she seems more choked up than I am."

It was true. McGonagall, usually so strict, was red rimmed and blowing her nose. While she didn't hug Harry, she still said something that made Harry stand tall. "Potter, your father would've been so proud of you. I knew him well as he was in my house. But I want you to know that all of us are proud of you two."

"Boy, don't forget the elementary safety I taught you. Constant Viligance, remember that," Moody growled.

"Harry, be safe, okay? Take care and tell me of everything when you get back. I wish I could go, but obviously..." Remus trailed off and gave Harry a one armed hug. "Good luck and take care." Harry nodded and stepped next to Ron and Hermione.

Dumbledore nodded and put a chain around their necks. Harry saw that this was a time turner by year.

"Twenty turns," Dumbledore said. "Only twenty."

Hermione nodded and started turning. One, two....Harry looked at the members of the Order...six, seven...they all looked scared or worried, not very comforting actually...twelve, thirteen...Remus looked especially white, so Harry gave him an encouraging smile...nineteen, twenty. There was a blinding white light.

"Where are we?"

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Yea!!! They finally got there! This is where the real story begins!

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