Author's Note: So I don't know how I let so much time pass before I updated this. And after a while I just stopped trying but every now and then I would get a PM asking when and if I was going to finish. Well, let's see if I can get the old magic back!

The night came quickly to Grimmauld Place. Harry awaited word…on anything. He wanted to know if Voldemort was going to retaliate or try to break into Azkaban to break out Lucuis. When would they be destroying the diary? Harry didn't let these thoughts keep him from spending time with his parents. He was enjoying himself more than they would ever know. He was learning their habits and likes and dislikes. Things that other people took for granted, he cherished.

Dumbledore soon arrived at the old manor. Yet another meeting of The Order was starting. They discussed the usual topics, but there something Harry overheard grabbed at his heart. Mrs. Weasley was recounting to Moody how someone had shown up at The Burrow dressed up like a Weasley. He moved quickly across the room and listened in, and soon interrupted with questions of his own.

"Mrs. Weasley," said Harry with a knot in his stomach, "what did this boy look like?"

She gave him a puzzled look as though it should have been the last thing on his mind. "He looked…well like a Weasley. But he called me mum. He was tall and skinny. If he were one of my lot, he'd be better fed."

"Was he alone?" asked Harry with baited breath.

"Yes," she replied. She paused for a moment. "Well now that I think about it…"

"What?"

"Well I tried to stun him, and I would have hit him but someone else cast a shield charm. It sounded like a girl but I didn't see anyone there."

"Thank you," said Harry and he rushed back out of the room, trying to find Dumbledore.

Once he found the old man in the hall way, he recounted to him what happened. Dumbledore gave him a puzzled look.

"What does this mean?" asked Dumbledore.

"If Mrs. Weasley is right, then my friends are here." Harry smiled.

"And if Molly is correct, then one of your friends is a Weasley, correct?"

"Yes," said Harry. "What does it mean?"

"We need to find your friends Harry," said Dumbledore, his eyes now twinkling. "The fact that they tried to make contact with other people shows that they don't know where or when they are and this is a very dangerous time to be without friends."

A thought suddenly occurred to Harry. "If they somehow managed to come back here, then what about Snape? He's the only one who knows how to make the potion. So either he's with them or he's not."

Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment. "I believe that Severus is the least of our concerns. He alone knows how to create the potion and he alone knows how it works. If it was indeed his intentions to come back to this time, whatever the reasons may be, he knows what was at risk."

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"Where do we go?" Hermione asked. Her brown eyes stared at her former Potions Master. Ron sat beside her. His hand lay entangled with hers. "Where do you think Harry would go?"

"If Potter has indeed realized when he has traveled back to, then undoubtedly his first thought would be to save-"

"His parents," said Ron.

"But," interrupted Hermione, "that was two weeks ago. Regardless of whether or not he saved them, he would try and find help. He would go to Hogwarts, and more importantly Dumbledore."

"Well let's go then," Said Ron.

Snape surveyed the red haired boy with an icy glare. "Idiot boy," he said. "We can't just waltz into Hogwarts. At this point in time, you two aren't even able to hold wands yet. A younger version of myself is no doubt just starting his teaching position. And most importantly, the Dark Lord is at his highest point. Hogwarts Castle is undoubtedly the most protected place in all of Europe right now."

"So then what do we do?" Asked Ron. "We could try Grimmauld Place!" he said excitedly.

"That could work, but we don't know where it is in this time," said Hermione. "I'm not sure how the Fidellus Charm is going to work."

"There is one person who can help us out," Said Snape as he stood.

"Who?" Asked Ron.

"Me," He replied.

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"Would you care to do the honors?" Asked Dumbledore. It was around two in the morning and the pair was in one of the upstairs bedrooms of Grimmuald Place. Dumbledore handed the Sword of Gryffindor to Harry.

"Are you sure?" asked Harry, taking the sword in his hands.

"Yes Harry," Dumbledore said. "You have more than earned the right to destroy it."

"You might want to cast a silencing charm around the room," said Harry.

The task of destroying the first Horcrux was both much more and much less than Harry expected. The fraction of Tom Riddle's sould that was contained inside the diary indeed showed itself and gave all sorts of curses and threats. But it was nowhere near as strong as it was when Harry encountered it in his second year. It screamed loudly when it perished and ignited into flames.

"Quite a spectacle," said Dumbledore after it was done.

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The younger Severus Snape entered his flat exhaustedly. He had a long day and was feeling beyond tired. It was wearing on both his mental and physical state to be a spy for Dumbledore and if not for his love for Lily, he would have given up. He entered into his simple kitchen and poured a flass of firewhisky. He drank it rather quickly and slammed the glass back down. It was too late for his to move. He heard the noise behind him and turned just in time to see the face.

"You?" He said, staring up at what appeared to be himself only older.

"Yes…you," replied the older Snape.