Harry approached with caution. This was a lair of Death Eaters now, not some werewolf-ghost party place. Curse that Tommy somebody, maybe he has to do it, everyone else, alive, are just plain scared like some baby.

Harry looked at the Potion's Master, who was bleeding to death. For some reason, Harry felt bad for the overgrown bat. Pity, maybe, if you could feel it towards the dictating bat.

"Come here" Snape growled, his hand over the cut that had been caused by a Diffindo. Snape's long black hair was not greasy at the moment, but wet, which made touching them, for Harry, all the worse. Snape was crying, a rare warmth in his eyes.

Harry bent on his knees and tried to comfort Snape, but he knew that the Last Prince would die.

Snape whispered in Harry's ears, his voice shaky, "Collect these."

"Hermione! Give me a flask! Fast!" Harry shouted, scared. What if Harry's best-enemy came here? That would be bad, to be blunt.

Harry used some healing and cleaning spells on Snape. Snape was one of the last teachers that had been there for Harry's first year, not counting the DADA.

Dumbledore was dead.

Muggle Studies teacher, whoever that was, was dead.

Sinistra.

Binns, who was killed by some curse that kills ghosts. Weird. Poor Binns only wanted to teach History, now he is History.

Flitwick was in a coma.

McGonagall was fighting Bellatrix Black when Harry was coming to his destination.

And they had lost.

Sirius died by falling into the Veil.

Remus died when Greyback murdered him.

Bill died due to injuries.

Ron died by splinching, yes, you heard that right. Freakin' dumb that one, but it was the Hocrux's fault not anyone else.

They had lost.

Harry collected Snape's tears in the flask and handed it over to Hermione. They had not to last, hope was there. And the hope begins with a new century on this day, 1st January 2000. The day of new beginning, and the day after Voldy's birthday.

Yup, they were lost.

Snape laughed. Harry looked at Snape to see him dead, but laughter could still be heard. What was this?

"Potter! Duck!" Harry and Hermione ducked together as a killing curse shot out of the Elder Wand.

A translucent figure of Snape stood beside Harry and Hermione as the two stood up.

Snape growled, "Go, you two. I will take care of this-" Snape glanced at Harry, and continued, "thing."

Harry and Hermione ran, as the Ghost Snape fought Voldemort. Finally, a tough ghost in the Shrieking Shack.

Harry and Hermione could hear the ghost Snape's curses as he took on Voldemort. Not the spell ones though.

Hermione looked at the sky and gasped, "Harry?"

Harry looked at where Hermione was pointing and knew that the only thing Harry could do was run.

And so they did.

Harry and Hermione came across several Death Eaters, all of which were blasted to death by Harry.

Harry and Hermione stopped when they were in Hagrid's hut. Poor Hagrid, executed by the Death Eaters.

Good thing, they were safe now.

Harry searched his pockets and pulled out a-

"What the heck, Harry?! You are going to use a time turner now?"

"'Mione, listen. We have been fighting for three years, how much did we win? A couple of hundred deaths out of millions. We have to do this, Hermione. Together, like always."

Hermione's harsh cold eyes softened as she hugged Harry.

Hermione looked at Harry and nodded. The duo had stolen the last Time-Turners to use as an escape plan to change destiny.

Everything would have been fine, only if Percy hadn't betrayed. Yes, Percy had come back to say sorry and then stabbed in back when Harry was about to kill Voldemort.

Percy had jumped between Harry and Voldemort's duel and pushed back Voldemort when Harry's killing curse was about to hit Voldy's last soul piece. Of course, Percy died.

Harry said to Hermione, "Time for Plan D."

Yes, this was Plan D, which Hermione had planned like all the other plans, let's say there was a lot. The Plan was to time travel to 30th June 1956, and apparate to New Zealand, and Harry would de-age the two to eleven, gosh that age sounded so young. Then, the two would do magical education again, with extra subjects, to enhance their abilities.

Hermione knew that was the plan but Hermione messed up a little bit. She didn't think of anything else except moving back to Britain after graduating out of New Zealand's school of magic.

And then Harry went out of the way to go and become the Defence against the Dark Arts Professor and somehow he did it.

It was September, 3rd, 1976. Harry's parents had started their sixth year. And Hermione was going to destroy all the other Horcruxes. But how?

There was Fiendfyre. Hermione had learned how to stop it after her N.E.W.T.s, courtesy of Harry. That had emptied her core, but now Hermione could manage it with only half of her core emptied. This wasn't due to her becoming adapt to it and it using less magic, this was due to her magical core becoming larger, thus extending her limit to do magic. The magic took the same amount out of her.

While that was happening in London, Professor Evans was preparing his class for third-year Ravenclaws.