A/n: Thanks again hpgirl77, I fixed the mistake in chapter two. And yeah I guess the other people who were reading this story are gone… but it's okay it's my fault for never updating. I'm so sorry this story should have been done by now.

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Petalouda Entyposis

Harry jolted up. "What way? Tell me! I'll do anything!"

Hermione looked away, cleaning her already crystal clear glasses. "I don't know Harry... this is extremely dangerous… I don't want you to get hurt. You're all I have left!"

"Hermione please, wouldn't you rather have everyone here? You miss Ron just as much as I do, and you'd want everything the way it was wouldn't you?" Harry argued.

"I – " Hermione gave him an uncertain look. "Okay, I'll explain everything to you, but I have to get my notebook where I wrote the procedure down. I barely remember anything about it, and thankfully I was smart enough to write it."

She rose from the couch and went into the next room. Harry tapped his shoes impatiently. Hermione's plan gave him so much hope. She came back shortly with a red notepad in hand. Harry took out his wand from a secret pocket in his pants.

"You won't be needing that," Hermione informed him. She took a chair and sat in front of Harry this time. She put her glasses on and flipped open the notebook. A small smile crept on her tired face. "I can't believe I wrote this, and now I don't even remember half the things I was talking about. This doesn't make sense to me anymore."

Harry felt sympathy for her. Forgetting everything about magic, Hogwarts, and everything they had grown up with – he would've gone insane. But Hermione was strong, and even though she was alone for so long, she fought through everything.

"Okay, here it is. The spell is called Petalouda Entyposis, the butterfly effect in English." She read from her little book, and then she gave it to Harry to read himself.

-This spell should not be attempted by the faint of heart. Pentalouda Enytposis combines the concept of a time turner and a pensieve, however the memory must be written in words.

-Only a confident wizard or witch should attempt this spell, because even an attempt can lead to fatality or insanity.

-Complete concentration, determination and desire are the keys to making this work.

-Once the spell is cast, there is no turning back. Doing so will cause part of your soul to be stuck in a different time period, causing insanity and schizophrenia, and other psychological problems.

-Once you change one thing, you will change everything. This will affect not only your life, but everyone's lives that you have interacted with, whether you've only talked to them once, or passed them by while walking down the street.

-This ancient incantation is highly illegal, and if anyone suspects that you are not from that time period, you will be immediately sent to Azkaban for a 100-year sentence.

-Read the memory, concentrate on it, recall as many details as you can, decide which part you want to go back to and chant 'The past is my present and my future is non-existent' over and over.

-ONLY ATTEMPT IF THERE IS NO OTHER WAY!

They were silent for a few minutes. Harry re-read the notebook over and over. Finally Hermione blurted out, "There's too much at risk Harry! I don't feel right about this."
"If it's the only way…" Harry answered softly. "You said so yourself here, 'Only attempt if there is no other way', and there isn't."

"I was desparate during those times Harry," Hermione debated.

"So am I!" Harry felt his voice rise.

"It's not right to tamper with the past…" Hermione combed her hands through her hair. "Do you even have written memories?"

"Yes," Harry replied. "Let's go back to Grimauld Place."

"Is that nearby?" Hermione asked.

"It was Sirius's house,"

"Who?"

Harry realized he had to be patient with Hermione. "My godfather. Never mind. Come on let's go."

"I'd like to change first please. I wouldn't go out like this in public!" Hermione said. She quickly went to the same room she got the book from while Harry put on his jacket and stood by the door. Hermione came out quickly, wearing a checkered green shirt and faded jeans. Her black hair was tied in a ponytail. "Ready."

Harry nodded and opened the door.

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It was difficult for Harry to travel around Diagon Alley with Hermione, for everything was so new to her. She wanted to look at almost every store, and Harry knew she was just stalling. However, she did remember Olivander's and Flourish and Botts. They went inside a pub and found a fireplace near the backroom.

"What are you doing?" She inquired.

"We're going to have to floo there, since I don't think you can apparate," Harry informed her. He stuck his hand in a bucket that was hanging where you would hang your stockings during Christmas, and took out a fair amount of a grayish white powder. "Here."

"What do I do with this?" Hermione gave him a puzzled look.

"Throw it in the fireplace, go in, and say 'Grimauld Place' loud and clear," Harry instructed. "You go first."

"I think I kind of remember doing this a few times…" Hermione muttered. "Okay, here goes." She threw the powder in, stepped in and yelled exactly like Harry said. In a flash she was gone. Harry followed her shortly.

When he reached Grimauld Place, he found Hermione studying the moving photographs hanging on the wall. "Fascinating," she whispered. Harry smiled and stepped towards Hermione. "I've missed everything magical so much. You're so lucky…"

"Look Hermione, I promise you everything will be better once I go back and fix everything okay? You and Ron will be together, Ginny and I will be together, Arthur and Molly won't be dead, Fred and George will have their shop in Hogsmeade, and not in muggle shopping centers. I promise everything will turn out right, like they're supposed to," Harry assured her.

Hermione thought about this idea intently. "Okay, I trust you."

"Now we have to find my journals," he told her. "I don't even remember the last time I wrote on them. They're probably up in the attic in the boxes I didn't unpack."

Harry found a couple of lamps and handed one to Hermione. They climbed the stairs while Hermione took her sweet time, studying every inch of the house. The attic was enormous, with dust and cobwebs hanging from every space on the ceiling. There were stacks of furniture, hope chests, boxes, picture frames, little trinkets and books everywhere.

"So… where do we start?" Hermione wrinkled her nose as she picked up a moldy book.

"In the boxes," Harry suggested.

Hours went by, and neither of them made a sound. Hermione read through every page of every book, often reading what the book was about and spending at least half an hour. Harry merely looked at the first page and if it wasn't his writing, then he quickly moved on. Finally, Hermione gasped.

"Harry I think I got something!" She exclaimed. Harry immediately ran to her.

"Finally!" He sighed exhaustedly.

Hermione was reading from a yellow page, with the ink slightly fading.

"June 27. I will be graduating in two days, and I feel like everything is so surreal. Hermione is busy with her speech, Ron still makes jokes out of everything, and Ginny is happy and sad at the same time. I know she doesn't want me to leave, but I promised her nothing would change between us. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I think I should be the one worried actually. I see how Dean and Thomas and Jacob and everyone else staring at her when we walk by. Anyway, I still haven't told her that I will be leaving in 2 nights. I'm scared how she might take it, but this is so important to me, and having this honor to serve makes me feel like I'm making such a difference in our world. I never want any of Voldemort's followers to return and achieve power."

"Is this good enough?" Hermione questioned.

"Yes that's perfect. Two days before our graduation gives me plenty of time to report to the ministry and tell them I won't be going with their mission." Harry nodded.

"Wait," Hermione found an ugly bag made of feathers and placed a bunch of leather-bound books inside. "Those are the rest of your journals. Don't lose this bag Harry, because you wouldn't want anyone to find these."

"Couldn't you have found another bag?" Harry replied.

Hermione looked at him and laughed. "How can you say something like that at a time like this?" Her eyes began to water. "I'm so scared and worried. What if something goes wrong?"

"Nothing will go wrong I promise," Harry assured her. "Everything will be so much better than it is now." He embraced Hermione for a final time. "Alright, I'm gonna do this now."

Hermione shivered and walked a few meters from Harry to give him space. Harry read the entry over and over in his mind, concentrating on nothing but the words he wrote, the people involved, and where he wanted to go. "The past is my present, and my future is non-existent!" He began to chant. "The past is my present, and my future is non-existent!" He repeated the lines, louder and louder each time. He closed his eyes, concentrating as much as he can, pouring himself into the memory and the chant. After a long time, he felt like nothing was happening. It was dead silent. Then he saw Ginny's face, being blown up by the gun. His anger encouraged him and gave him hope. "The past is my present, and my future is non-existent!" With that last cry, he felt his insides being ripped apart.

"HARRY!" He heard Hermione scream. Her voice seemed miles away.

Harry felt his head pounding. His heart was beating uncontrollably. He felt his knees give out and he fell to the floor, shaking as if he was having a seizure. He curled up in a ball, trying to control himself, but his whole body had a life of its own now. He was spinning – or was it the room that was spinning? He screamed as loud as he can, trying to release the intense pain. Then all he saw was black.