Turn it inside out so I can see
The part of you that's drifting over me
And when I wake you're never there
But when I sleep you're everywhere
You're everywhere

Just tell me how I got this far
Just tell me why you're here and who you are
'Cause every time I look
you're never there
And every time I sleep
you're always there

'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
that makes me believe
I'm not alone
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I catch my breath
it's you I breathe
You're everything I know
that makes me believe
I'm not alone

You're in everyone I see
So tell me
Do you see me?

CHAPTER 1

"We…we have…" Hermione stuttered, her eyes red from crying

"We…we have…" Hermione stuttered, her eyes red from crying. Ron put his arm around her comfortingly. I closed my eyes, holding in the tears that were close to escaping my eyes.

There were so few of us left. Barely any had survived the final blow. The living members of the Order now live hidden in shadow, our headquarters secret. We have lost everything, but hope. And so we meet together, the last members of the Order, we think and talk, we hope and pray that we will survive and we will succeed.

I stare around the kitchen of number 12 Grimwald place, and my eyes fill the empty spaces where people should stay, yet lay dead in hidden tombs of black and white marble. Harry, Sirius, Percy, Charlie, Professors of Hogwarts, and many more lay hidden deep within the earth, decaying in their marble coffins.

I stare at those alive, most barely over age. Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Dad, Mum, Fred, George, Bill, Fleur, Katie, Angela, Tonks, Seamus, Dean, and the parents of most stand around, staring at nothing, their eyes flickering.

So few are left, so many dead

What are we to do?

My question is mirrored back at me in Mum's face, though Mum tries to be strong for everyone, I know deep down she just wants to cry over Percy, cry over Charlie, cry over Harry, cry over her friends, and I know she wants to never get up.

"We have to…" Hermione started again, "We have to do something,"

"Indeed, but what do you suggest?" Professor McGonagall asked curtly,

"We…need more time," Hermione said finally.

"Well kitten, we don't have any," George said, Katie Bell stood next to him, her eyes sullen and dead.

"I've been working out the formulas for time turners," Hermione started to say.

"Yes, but time turners only go back so far," Mum said pointedly, her voice having grown sharper threw the troubling times.

"Let her finish," Kingsley said in his deep rich voice. Hermione shot him an appreciate look, and then began again in her soft sorrowful voice.

"I've created a device much like a time turner except this one goes backwards and to the present. I've not got it to go forward in time, but just to the exact point in which the person left. Basically, if a person went to re-live their child hood, and was gone for say ten years and they used my time turner to come back, they'd have age ten years but time would seem to have stood still…" Hermione trailed off, her voice more weak then ever.

"Time is a very complicated thing," Hermione whispered apologetically. Over the years, watching her loved one's die, Hermione had slowly become a shell of what she once was. Her spunk and personality slowly drifted away into nothingness. All that was left to comfort her was her books and her Ron.

"Alright, great job Mione," I said softly using her special nickname, "so you created something perfect. Now what's the reason?"

"Well…" Hermione trailed off again, her eyes flashing towards Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall smiled softly at her favorite student, nodding curtly.

"The reason for creating such a powerful thing was for one of us to be able to go back in time to when You-Know-Who was at his weakest. At his childhood, around his teen years, preferably when he is Hogwarts, and to…not kill him for that would be impossible to do without creating a disastrous mess, but to just change him. Into someone who…wouldn't be inhumanly evil and sadistic so we could at least have a fighting chance." Professor McGonagall said in her cold voice.

"And…" Hermione shot the room an apologetic look, "We thought we could send back the person who knows You-Know-Who the best…"

Everything clicked, why I was here, what they were talking about. It all fastened together. I choked as my epiphany hit my, and stumbled backwards a little. Hermione shot me the longest and deepest filled apologetic look she could muster her eyes ashamed and lowered. Angry tears fell from my eyes, and glaring at them a snarl erupted from me. How could they betray me like that?

My mum suddenly came into my vision. She would help me, protect me, and as I knew it my mum burst into protection mode.

"Absolutely not, she is barely of age, how could you ask such a thing of my baby?" My mum, my savior seethed her eyes dangerous and flashing.

"Molly, think of countless others we could save," Remus said thoughtfully.

"I will not lose my baby girl just so you can…" Mum faltered, she had just trapped herself. Funny how this never has happened before, except for the one time I actually truly need her.

"So we can save millions of innocent lives," Tonks finished mum's sentence softly.

"If…I die?" I asked softly.

"Then all the secrets will go with you. Our fate and our hope rest in your hands. Can you save us? Save your family, your friends…can you save Harry?" Ron asked his voice calm and soft.

"Should you die, and succeed we will always remember your name. Should you die…and fail we will honor your name in silent reverence," Professor Flitwick said, his voice wise and squeaky.

"When…" My voice faltered Be Strong I commanded myself, "W-When do I leave?"

"Tomorrow, early around 7 in the morning, we give you this night to say your farewells, to pack and for us to wish you luck and to give you our parting gifts and advice," Professor McGonagall said softly, and with that she walked out of the kitchen.

I nodded, and with that I too left the kitchen. I quickly, nimbly, raced to my room and jumped on my bed for the last time. I sat there for a while, wallowing in self pity, until a soft knock shook me from my semi sleep state.

"It's me…Hermione," Hermione's soft voice was heard behind the door. I let the door open with a lazy flick of my wand.

"I…have a book that I composed especially for you. its magic and potions that I believe will help and will be needed," Hermione set down a medium sized book with black leather around it. I opened it, and skimming it found simple yet effective spells I had not know.

"Thank you…so much," I said, and set it down on my bed. Hermione nodded, and said finally

"You-know-who is a cruel man, a cold teenager and a sad child. He will be hard to penetrate, but I believe that the only person who would be able to do it, is you," and with that Hermione stood up, smiling at me, and walked swiftly away.

I grabbed my small suitcase and with a simple spell I mad it so that it would never grow out of space, yet stay the same shape, and with that I started packing. My firebolt which was now not so popular, my skirts, skirts, dresses, and of course the many gifts I received threw out the day. Fred and George gave me a generous supply of their most popular stuff from Weasley's Wizard Weezes. Fleur gave me a very beautiful dress for a special occasion, with a raised eyebrow and a soft mutter of "typical" I stuffed it in my suitcase.

Throughout the day, I received small treasure and tokens, good luck items, and clothes from many friends and family members. By the end of the day, my suitcase was slightly heavier and gave a good thunk whenever I dropped it. I thrust it onto my floor, and closed the door. I ran to my bed, and curled up into a ball.

It was raining slightly, and the sound echoed in my hollow mind, but the sound was nothing. I lay their on my bed, not moving, my eyes closed with one thought burned into my mind. I am to meet the man I hate…the man I love.