Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, blah blah blah.

AN: This is kind of a Mary-Sue fic, but written with the intention of Mary-Sueness.

Another month passed, and it was Christmas once more. Aubrey woke up in her dorm room, Cuddles rolled into a tight, furry ball on her stomach. Cho pounced on her and demanded that she open her presents this moment. Aubrey groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and blinking at her stack of presents.

Over the past month she had been able to tolerate Cho a little bit better, and had fallen more and more in love with her current boyfriend, Blaise. So, in a good humor, Aubrey pulled the presents up to her and commenced unwrapping them in earnest.

Some chocolates and other assorted candies from her friends, being, of course, Cho, Daphne, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Also some from Seamus and the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, Roger. There was a new collar for Cuddles from her Aunt Andromeda which was promptly bestowed on the owner, and a bottle of her favorite wine from Uncle Ted was put away. Aunt Andromeda sent her a pair of beautiful pearl earrings, and a note asking how she was getting along and why couldn't she write more?

Aubrey smiled to herself as she brought another package close, this one was from Blaise. She opened it carefully, away from Cho's prying eyes. When she saw their contents she blushed. It was a package of several pairs of edible undies. Also enclosed was a transcription of Shakespeare's seventeenth sonnet, in Blaise's own hand, in Italian. It was framed as a picture and in the background were the moving figures of Blaise and herself outside, walking to Hogsmead. It was after she had changed her hair, for now it was long, flowing past her waist, and black in color.

Surprisingly, there was still one package left. Aubrey turned it over in her hands, puzzling over who it could be from. She opened the box carefully. Something was in the box, covered with paper. On top of the paper was a letter in a sealed envelope, and it was this that she opened first.

Dearest Aubrey, (the letter ran)

Though you shall not believe it, it is your father who is writing this letter. I'm not allowed to tell you why I'm able to write this, or even what the after-life is like. It's against the rules, of course.

In this box, there is a time turner, which I need you to use to go back in time and warn my past self about all that will happen. Perhaps we will be able to fix things and I'll find myself in a new position.

Unlike most time turners, this one works by years and not by hours. Please, do this for me, daughter. I want you to know that I love you, and I miss you every day.

Your mother sends her best,

Sirius Black

Aubrey scoffed at the letter and crumpled it up, thinking that it was a cruel joke being played on her, possibly by Draco or his new girlfriend, Pansy. Cuddles began batting the paper ball around on the floor, the bell on her collar tinkling. Even though her sensible mind told her not to, Aubrey reached inside of the box and to her amazement pulled out a time turner.

She frowned, holding it in her hands, and quickly did the mental math. Thirty two years would do it, along with a quarter turn or so for the difference of a few months. Why shouldn't she do it? What would it hurt? Aubrey's eyes welled with tears when she thought that perhaps she could have her father back, and maybe even her mother.

Her entire childhood could be reinvented. She could go back and do everything again, make all the right choices, do all the right things. Aubrey's life, in a sense, could be perfect.

With this comforting though, she tossed the chain around her neck and began to turn the little hourglass over. Aubrey stopped, thinking about it for a long time. Did she really want things to change? Did she want her life to be perfect, untainted, and cushioned? …did Aubrey want to lose Blaise because of this, or her memories of Crash?

The more important thought, however, was whether or not she was going to deprive others of a second chance at life. It was in her power to change everything. Voldemort could be stopped before he even thought to take power, all of those needless deaths could be stopped.

She had to do it. No matter the repercussions on her own life, she had to fix everyone else's lives. With this finality, Aubrey began turning the hourglass until she had done it thirty one and a quarter times. She felt a sense of floating, and then everything around her changed.

A/N: So this is the end of it. A Mary-Sue to the end. I may make a sequel, some time in the future. I don't know…it was fun writing it, blatant Mary-Sueism always is.