A/N - Hi there! As you may have realized, I realized this story is shit and am editing it. Sorry for the inconvenience but I'll make it better!
"No."
Hermione Granger's voice rang through the room, and no one commented on how it shook a little.
Harry smiled at her. "Why not?"
Hermione felt her resolve half crumbled already by those two words, and the longing, the desperation inside her reached a screaming point.
"Because-because that's not possible. You can't change time, Harry. I know you have it hard, Merlin, that's an understatement, and you want to save people, but we just can't Harry. You know, you know that I would give anything to see the spark back in Ron and Ginny's eyes after Fred, you know, I want Teddy to get his parents back but we can't. I told you before, and I will tell you again, Bad things happen to wizards who mess with time."
But Hermione felt the resolve going away with each word. How she wished, she wished, she could give Mrs. Weasley her son back, so that she wouldn't hear the keeling sobs that shook the house of a mother who had lost, how she wished she could give Teddy his parents, how she missed Tonks, how she was so furious at herself for even thinking of such thoughts when it wasn't possible.
Perhaps, Harry could see it too, and that's why, he was smiling at her, that understanding patient smile, and she felt more of her resolve go down. Because most of all, how she wished, she could give this boy the life he deserved. This bright, wonderful boy, bore the weight of the world on his shoulders as a child and still didn't lose his smile.
But she could see it. How his smile would become strained after Teddy called him 'dada' once, how his hands shook every time he would handle the little boy, how he would face nightmares and guilt every night for what he could not do, and mourned the people he lost. Her resolve fell more until it was just a speck.
Harry's smile turned sad. "I will find a way, and I won't let it go wrong. For them. For all of them." He didn't mention their names, for fear of breaking down again. But they were thought of. Fred. Tonks. Remus. Moody. Dumbledore. Colin Creevey. Lavender Brown. James Potter. Lily Potter. Regulus Black. Marlene McKinnon. Dorcas Meadows. Emmeline Vance. Sirius Black. Alice and Frank Longbottom. Cedric Diggory. Dobby. Hedwig. Charity Burbage. Snape.
She exhaled sharply and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt the pain in her heart when she thought of every one of them. She felt all of the resolve vanish.
"I trust you."
Harry smiled, and this time it was a different one. It was filled with joy, satisfaction, and hope. Hermione smiled shakily too and thought perhaps. Perhaps she had taken the right decision.
"Let's tell the others."
She smiled again, a little less shaky when she realized that Harry had asked her first, and wanted her opinion before going to the others.
"Sure."
They had told the others, meaning Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Neville. They had asked a few questions at first but seemed convinced. Hermione felt the ache in her heart lessen a little as a small ray of hope danced in Ron's eyes. She smiled and slipped her hand into his. He grinned back at her.
After a long time, they felt a little hope. Perhaps, perhaps, if they could do it, Harry won't be so broken anymore. Perhaps, Teddy would find love with his own momma and dada. Perhaps George would stop crying in the middle of the night, crying about how he's gone. Perhaps.
They found it soon, of course. Once Harry put his mind to something, he would not give up. It was an ancient ritual, to call upon Lady Fate, and ask her to give them a chance. So it might not work, of course, but Harry joked that 'she messed his life up so much that she owed it to him.'
They shared a smile and got to work.
It worked. The ritual worked. They had a little way now, to send something to the future, or to even go there themselves. This invited another discussion, about how they would inform them, or which timeline they should go to.
"Before most of the order got killed," Ginny remarked, in a tone that did not invite any arguments.
They agreed.
"And as for the second problem, books," Luna said, in her dreamy voice.
"Sorry, books, Luna?"
She smiled, a small secretive smile, and nodded. "Hermione knows what to do, don't you?"
Hermione stared at her for a second, and then made a small 'o' of realization. "Well, there was this spell I stumbled across a few days ago, of which you can get down the entire biography of a person down. Don't know what they used it for, such a strange spell, but we could do that to you, Harry. Just don't mind, but there'll be a few embarrassing moments too. Because all of your life will be in there."
Harry didn't mind. What was embarrassment next to saving his parents?
And then there was the next part. Contacting the future actually.
"How do we go about this? Just pop in suddenly in an order meeting and say 'sup'?" Neville asked, scrunching his nose.
"Well- I suppose- I suppose that we could start by writing a letter to professor Dumbledore, and getting him to call the people necessary?" Ginny suggested, a bit uncertain.
Hermione beamed at her. "Of course! We'll do that." She got out a paper and a quill (the self-inking one) and began to write.
"Oh, since he's the paranoid sort, write a few things we shouldn't know. Like, Ariana." Harry suggested.
Hermione nodded and continued to write, adding a list of people other than the order to join them.
"There. We just have to send this."
And so, with a sudden flash of light, professor Dumbledore, on the night of May 30, 1979, received a letter that would change the course of time forever.
