History is Written by the Victors

by SlytherinNinjaKnight

The Second Blood War is over but the damage has been done. Wizarding Britain has suffered horrendously and stands on the brink of anarchy and collapse. In a desperate and fool hardy scheme, Harry decides to turn back the sands of time to stop the war before it even starts, and save all those he can. But will he succeed or make things worse? (New Title)

7. Moving Back

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is NOT mine! I only own several copies of the books and films, nothing of the wonderful world that JK Rowling created.

Weeks passed as Harry continued learning Ancient Runes under the dedicated tutoring by Hermione, and with each passing day they could feel that they were getting closer to being ready to perform the ritual. Their friends were constantly trying to get both Harry and Hermione to leave Grimmauld Place but the pair was steadfast in their refusal. Soon the public got wind of the growing chasm between Harry and Hermione and the other heroes of the Battle. And that's when the rumors began.

In the Christmas Day edition of the Daily Prophet, the front page was spilt between the unveiling of the War Memorial, Harry revealing Voldemort's heritage and Harry's own attitude and attire. If one looked close enough, one could read the little tells of a changing Ministry and wizarding world at large; the subtle comparisons between the four most powerful wizards of the last century, Grindelwald, Dumbledore, Tom Riddle and Harry Potter, and how each of them were half-bloods. There were also several articles espousing upon the belief that there had not been any Dark Lords or Ladies from a spilt world family, meaning purebloods or muggleborns.

"Merlin, it must have been a slow news day," Harry said, tossing the copy of the Daily Prophet onto the table. The front-page headline read, Where is Potter? What is he doing now?

Hermione glanced at the paper and snorted. "They are really getting desperate to get you to respond," she said. "Though to claim you might be on your way to becoming the next Dark Lord just because you are a half-blood is a stretch I am surprised they took."

"It doesn't matter," Harry said. "The Prophet can go hang for all I care. It's not anything they haven't already done."

Hermione nodded, knowing he was referencing the Prophet's attacks on him during and after their fourth year. "The Weasleys, Neville and Luna have sent some more letters, wanting to see both of us. They are just as angry as Andi is about the Prophet."

"Maybe we should Hermione," Harry said. "We have been holed up here for weeks with only ourselves and Winky, not that I am gracious for your company and tutelage but I am getting a little cabin fever."

Hermione sighed. "I suppose we can take a break," she admitted, "Winky has gathered up all the ingredients that we hadn't already collected, and Kreacher has a lead on the final item we need, he should be back in a few days."

"Great! So what should we do then?" Harry asked.

"Why not just have everyone over for dinner?" Hermione suggested. "I am sure that Winky would enjoy cooking dinner for more than just you, me, Andi and Teddy."

"Sounds perfect," Harry agreed. "This Saturday?"

"Perfect," Hermione said. "I will tell Winky, why don't you contact Andi and the others." Harry nodded and rose from the table. Hermione watched Harry leave the kitchen with a lighter step than he had entered with. She looked down at the stack of notes and translations that covered nearly half of the kitchen table. They were so close, just one final ingredient and they would be ready to perform the ritual, and then save everyone.

"Welcome!" Harry said as the Weasleys piled out of the fireplace. "Thank you all for…" he trailed off when he noticed that Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were not there. "Where are Mrs. Weasley and Ginny?"

"Ginny wasn't feeling well, so Molly took her to St. Mungo's," Arthur said after a moment's pause. "They are sorry to have missed tonight."

Harry nodded, ignoring the niggling feeling that had popped up. "Please sit down, dinner should be ready any moment," he said.

"What's wrong Harry?" Hermione asked, stepping up to Harry's side at the kitchen counter.

"I am not sure," he answered, his gaze fixed on Mr. Weasley's back. "Just a feeling." Hermione tensed slightly at Harry's words, she had learned over the years to trust Harry's feelings. "Look Hermione, it is probably nothing. I am sure that I am just being paranoid."

Hermione nodded but the smile she wore was forced.

"Let's eat," Harry announced with a broad smile. There was a great clattering and scrapping of chairs as the group sat down at the table. Harry sat at the head of the table, with Hermione at his left, and Andromeda and Teddy sat to Harry's right. Mr. Weasley sat opposite Harry at the other end of the table, with Bill, Fleur, Percy and his girlfriend Audrey, and George next to Hermione. Neville and Luna sat on the other side of the table as the Weasleys, and next to Andromeda and Teddy.

"Thank you all for coming," Harry said as everyone settled in to eat. "I know that these past few months have been very difficult for us all, and Hermione and I have not been the most accessible of friends, and I apologize. It is just things have been hectic since the Battle, and with the recent turnover at the Ministry, we felt that we both would be mobbed and unable to do anything."

The others nodded, knowing that Harry's fame had increased exponentially after the Battle, and it hadn't diminished even though the Prophet was taking shots at Harry and Hermione.

"And with what the Prophet has been claiming, we both felt that it was better for us to just wait these rumors out," Hermione reasoned. She had been the target of several Rita Skeeter-wanna-be's, all reporting that Hermione had kidnapped Harry, dosed him with a Love Potion or even that she was carrying his child in an effort to trap him into marriage.

"So what have you two been doing?" Percy asked.

"Well mostly, Hermione has been teaching me Ancient Runes," Harry said. "I don't want to live off my 'fame', and while Care of Magical Creatures was a good elective, Divination was not. I want to be able to get a job with my grades, not my name."

Percy nodded, a small smile coming to his face.

"What do you have in mind?" Bill asked. Fleur was sitting next to him, her hands running gently over her swollen belly. She was pregnant with the couple's first child, and was due at the beginning of May.

"Honestly, I am not sure," Harry said. "During that career meeting in my fifth year, I said I wanted to be an Auror but after the War, I don't want to be fighting Dark witches or wizards all my life."

"But Harry, everyone is expecting you to lead the Auror Corps," Mr. Weasley said. "You and Hermione would spearhead the change in the Ministry. Merlin, Hermione could become the first muggleborn to become Minister of Magic."

"That's a nice thought Mr. Weasley but I don't think I could work for the Ministry either," Hermione said. "After all that has happened, I want nothing to do with the magical world."

"You can't do that!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, leaping to his feet. "You are the Man-Who-Won and the Brightest Witch of the Age, you can't just leave us! This is your home, your world!"

"I lived outside of the magical world for over half my life," Harry said. "Some with Hermione, I was abandoned by the magical world after my parents were killed, left on the doorstep of the home of magical-hating muggles. Left there until I was needed, and then discarded once again after my job was done."

That's not what happened," Mr. Weasley argued, though his voice was weak.

"That is exactly what happened Mr. Weasley, and you know it to be true," Hermione fired back. "The twins and Ron had to pry bars from Harry's window just to get him out after first year. Harry was a prisoner in that house, just like Sirius was here, all because of Dumbledore."

"Just like my wife and daughter are now!" Mr. Weasley roared, his wand appearing in his hand.

The group froze at Mr. Weasley's shout and actions.

"What are you talking about Dad?" Bill asked.

"The Ministry needs Harry and Hermione," Mr. Weasley said. "They need both to show the people that the war is fully over, and that the Ministry is once more in control."

Harry winced suddenly, just as Winky and Kreacher appeared in the kitchen.

"Master! Witches and Wizards are attacking the wards!" Kreacher announced.

"Please Harry, Hermione, come quietly," Arthur said, his wand point fixed on Harry.

"Dad!" Bill, George and Charlie all shouted.

"Don't!" Arthur ordered. "I have to do this, for the Ministry and my family."

"What do you mean Mr. Weasley, that Mrs. Weasley and Ginny are prisoners?" Hermione asked.

"They have Molly and Ginny!"

"Who does?" Harry asked.

"The Ministry," Arthur answered. "They know that you don't want anything to do with the wizarding world, but they need you both to remain. They can't let you return to the muggle world."

"Let us?" Harry aside, ignoring the growing headache he felt due to his connection to the wards of the house.

"You are a witch and wizard, you belong with your own kind," Arthur said, though both Harry and Hermione could tell that he found the words distasteful and foul. "We have two different worlds."

"How can you say such a thing Dad," Bill said. "You are sounding just like the Malfoys!"

"This isn't about what I sound like," Arthur said. "This is about your mother and sister. I don't have a choice."

"Winky, take Andi and Teddy home," Harry ordered.

"No one is going anywhere," Arthur said, his wand turning onto Teddy. "If any of you leave, they will kill Ginny."

"What!"

"The Minister wants me, and you two, to know how serious he is," Arthur explained, tears beginning to role down his cheeks. "I am sorry Harry, Hermione, but she is my only daughter."

"I am sorry too Arthur," Harry said. "Expelliarmus!" A red bolt of magic flashed across the room and sent Arthur's wand flying. "Winky, go!"

The House-Elf nodded and vanished with a crack, taking Andromeda and Teddy with her. Arthur had dropped into his chair as Harry turned his wand on him.

"They are going to kill Ginny Harry," Arthur said. "What could I do?"

"You could have told us! Ask for help!" Harry shouted. "Mr. Weasley, I am not going to be the Ministry's poster boy or puppet. I have spent nearly my entire life being the plaything or chess piece of someone else. No more. Now where are they holding Ginny and Mrs. Weasley?"

"I don't know," Arthur admitted. "Ginny and Molly did go to St. Mungo's for a Healer appointment this afternoon, I pray to Merlin that they are still there."

"Fine," Harry said. "Bill, take your father and leave. In fact, you all need to leave. The wards will hold for a little longer but I need to lower them to let you all Apparate out. I don't want you all here for this."

"Harry?"

"This is not up for discussion," Harry said. "The Ministry is after me and Hermione, I will not let you get hurt, especially with Fleur pregnant. Now go!"

Bill looked angry but a hand on his arm from Fleur, who had her other hand on her swollen stomach. Bill nodded sharply. "George, you take Dad," Bill ordered. George nodded and stepped over to his father. Arthur looked up at his son, who took him by the arm. Harry tossed George Arthur's wand and the pair vanished with a sharp crack. Bill gave Harry one final, apologetic, look before vanishing with his wife in tow and Percy and Charlie following suit.

"Harry," Hermione asked, "shouldn't we leave as well?"

"Hermione, I need you to…"

"I am not leaving you Harry Potter!" Hermione shouted.

"I am not asking you to leave me behind, but I need you and Kreacher to take all the ingredients for the ritual and take them to Godric's Hollow. To Harry's Hideout at 7 Lion's Way, Godric's Hollow."

Hermione's eyes lit up as she recognized that Harry had just passed along a Secret. "Fine Harry, but you better be right behind us," she said, "You have ten minutes. Come on Kreacher.

The old elf nodded and followed Hermione from the kitchen. Harry took a deep breath before leaving the kitchen and walking upstairs to his bedroom. He knelt down and reached under his bed, pulling out a small metal box that he had purchased in muggle London. Inside that box was the Elder Wand. Picking up the wand, Harry felt a rush of power wash over him and if he had been looking in the mirror, he would have seen his eyes glow slightly behind his closed eyelids.

A bell rang through Grimmauld Place as one of the wards fell to the Ministry's forces. Harry left his bedroom and walked slowly down to the front door. Readying himself, Harry pulled open the front door and stepped out onto the stoop.

"What the bloody hell is going on out here?" Harry bellowed. He spotted at least two full squads of Aurors, in addition to the squad hanging back surrounding the Minister and his two ICW stooges. "Why are you attacking my home?"

"Ah Mr. Potter, glad to see you," Weatherspoon said. "I was beginning to think you weren't home. These men were trying to gain entry to your home on my orders. Quite an impressive set of wards you have here, quite impressive indeed. One might think you have something to hide with all these wards."

"I am a very popular person due to fame I did not want," Harry said. "And because of that, I want some privacy."

"Understandable," Weatherspoon agreed. "But you see, in my Ministry, we believe in transparency. Too much damage has been done to this great country due to the secrets of a few men in positions of power. That will no longer be the case."

"I see, now you will be the only one who has secrets I suppose," Harry said.

Weatherspoon's eyes narrowed but his smile stayed fixed on his face. "Of course not," he said. "Now Mr. Potter, if you would come with these fine officers, and we can get this all straightened out back at the Ministry."

"And if I don't, what then? You'll kill Ginny Weasley?" Harry asked. "Molly Weasley?"

"What are you talking about Mr. Potter? Why would we kill Ms. Weasley or Mrs. Weasley?" Weatherspoon asked.

"You have them, hold up somewhere under lock and key," Harry said. "That's how you found this place, because it has been hidden since before the War. Only a select few could have told you about this place."

Weatherspoon's smile slid from his face, growing hard. "Mr. Weasley was doing what was right," the Minister said. "His wife and daughter are in protective custody. You have been very secretive ever since the end of the war, and people are going concerned. No one knows what you are up too, hiding behind your wards and secrets. People have a right to feel safe, and we are duty bound to ensure that protection."

Harry laughed harshly. "You are making the same mistakes that Fudge and Scrimgeour did," he said. "You don't care about the people, you are looking for your own skins."

"Take Mr. Potter into custody for obstructing a Ministry investigation," Weatherspoon ordered, and the Aurors immediately complied, firing curses at Harry.

Harry waved his wand at the ground in front of him, and it rose up in front of him, blocking all of the spells. With a lightning quick jab, a Blasting Curse spat from Harry's wand, followed by a Banishing Charm, which sent shards of concrete, rock and dirt flying at the Aurors. The Aurors quickly conjured shields in front of them, blocking the debris.

Harry then cast a smoke spell that blanketed the area, and then raised another rock wall that curved around him to prevent the Aurors from flanking him. He grinned hearing Weatherspoon shouting at the Aurors to get rid of the smoke, and to find Harry.

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry said. Prongs sprang into view, cantering for a moment before looking at him. "Find Hermione, tell her to get clear now!" Prongs nodded before bounding off into the house. Harry cringed as a Blasting Curse rocked his barricade. Sticking the Elder Wand over the top of his wall, Harry sent a steady stream of Stunning Spells speeding through the air. He wasn't going to use lethal spells, at least not yet. The Aurors had not begun to use lethal spells, and Harry was not going to cast the first 'spell'.

Movement caught Harry's eyes; it was Hermione's otter Patronus. It circled Harry before sitting back on its hind legs. "We have retreated to the hideout," the otter said in Hermione's voice. "Are you coming?"

Harry rolled his eyes as Hermione's Patronus faded away. "Come out here Potter!" Weatherspoon shouted as the Aurors paused their spellfire. "We have you surrounded, and you can't escape. Stand down and you will be treated honorably. If we must, we will drag you through the Ministry like a common criminal."

"You would have to catch me first," Harry laughed. A pop made Harry turn and see Kreacher at his side.

"Master, Mistress has left and has taken all the ingredients," Kreacher said.

"Excellent Kreacher," Harry praised. "Lock down the house. No one gets in."

"Yes Master," the elf said. He turned to the house and raised his hands, palms facing the house. Harry felt a strong surge of magic come from the elf and cover the house. "It is done," Kreacher said weakly, visibly drained.

"Thank you Kreacher," Harry said. "I believe it is time to leave, cover your eyes." The elf complied, covering his eyes with his gnarled hands. "Lumos Maximus!" Harry shouted, standing up and raising his wand high above his head. He grinned, hearing the cries of shock and pain coming from Weatherspoon and the Ministry personnel. Harry grabbed Kreacher and the two vanished with a crack.

"Harry!"

Harry blinked away the spots that his last spell had caused and looked up. Hermione was hovering over him, her eyes frantically roving over him, looking for injuries.

"Are you all right Harry?" she asked as he sat up.

"Fine, just a bit tired," Harry said. "What's wrong Hermione?" he asked, noticing that Hermione's eyes were red and puffy.

"It is Andromeda and Teddy," Hermione wailed, throwing herself at Harry who caught her. An icy feeling began to creep into Harry's hands and legs.

"What happened Hermione? What happened to Andi and Teddy?" Harry asked.

"They've been killed!" Hermione sobbed. "It was a trap. The Ministry had people waiting for them."

An icy fist seemed to close around Harry's heart, making it hear to breathe. "What?" he croaked.

"Winky tried to protect them both but it was too much," Hermione said, her tears soaking Harry's shirt while Harry's tears began to drip down into her hair.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Winky said some of the Aurors that were there to gather the half-breed child, their words," Hermione sniffed. "They said that the Ministry was going to experiment on him. They wanted to know why he hadn't been a werewolf from birth."

The icy feeling had filled Harry's chest suddenly melted as hot rage flooded his body. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry as she wept. Numbly Harry stroked Hermione's hair until her sobs subsided, turning into moans of "Why?"

"Where are their…they?" Harry asked, unable to finish his original sentence.

"Winky was able to bring them back here," Hermione answered. "They are in the master bedroom."

Harry nodded and stood up with Hermione. Together they made their way upstairs. Harry pushed open the bedroom door and was immediately grabbed around the knees by a wailing Winky.

"I is sorry Master Harry Potter! I failed you!" Winky sobbed. "I didn't protect Mistress Andi and Master Theodore."

Harry knelt down next to Winky. "No Winky, you did not fail," he soothed the distraught elf. "I know you did all that you could, and you brought them home. Thank you Winky."

Winky's wails intensified, though they were not solely of grief now but there were now sobs of relief mixed in as she realized that Harry was not angry with her.

Harry looked up at the bed, where two shrouded forms lay. Tears prickled at the corners of Harry's eyes as his eyes zeroed in on the smaller covered form, that of his godson. A wave of crushing grief washed over him as he took in the form of Teddy, cut down at less than a year old.

"Winky, were there still any Aurors at the house when you left?" Harry asked, his voice thick and deep.

"Yes Master Harry," the elf responded.

"Good," Harry said, getting to his feet.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"Doing what must be done," Harry answered. "Winky, Kreacher, stay here with Hermione and make sure no one comes near the house except me."

"Yes Master Harry," the two elves said.

"Harry, no, you can't go back there," Hermione argued. "It could be a trap!"

"It probably is a trap Hermione," Harry agreed. "But this needs to happen. Please Hermione, stay here. I don't want you to see what is about to happen."

"Harry, no…" but before she could say anything more, Harry twisted away from her grip and vanished with a crack. She tried to follow but was stopped by Winky and Kreacher, Hermione sank down against the wall, sobbing.

It wasn't until nearly midnight, well after Hermione had cried herself to sleep, slumped across the kitchen table, that Harry returned. Hermione jerked awake as the crack of Harry's appearance echoed around the silent house. She looked up just as Harry limped into the kitchen. Blood matted his hair down across his brow, his clothes were ripped in several places, as well as stained with dirt, mud and more blood.

"Harry!" Hermione gasped as she leapt from her seat and rushed around the table.

"I am ok Hermione," he said. "Just a few scraps and bruises, that's all."

"Let me get some Dittany and Bruise Healer," Hermione said. She dashed over to the cupboard and pulled out two bottles. Putting them on the table, Hermione looked Harry over. She knew that he was hiding other injuries. "Harry, take off your shirt and trousers. I know you are hiding other injuries."

It was a mark of how exhausted Harry was that he didn't blush or hesitate, he just pulled off his shirt and dropped his trousers to the floor. Hermione fought off a blush of her own at the sight of Harry's bare chest. She had seen both his and Ron's chests during the search for the Horcruxes, and it had been Ron's lanky frame that had heated her dreams during those cold winter nights. Harry's body had been what many considered scrawny, almost to the point of being unhealthy but after nearly ten months of full meals, and not running for his life, Harry's frame had filled out. He would always be slightly shorter than average, due to his years at the Dursleys but his body had grown and now he wasn't considered scrawny.

Harry hissed as Hermione ran her wand along a gash on his arm, muttering a Healing Charm as she did. "Put two drops of Dittany on that so it doesn't scar," Hermione ordered.

"Yes ma'am," Harry said.

The next fifteen minutes were silent aside from Harry's hisses of pain and Hermione's stern orders.

"Harry, what happened?" she asked as Harry sat back down at the table, clothes back on.

"Nothing you need to be concerned about," Harry said flatly.

"Bullshit Harry!" Hermione snapped, slapping the table with both hands. "I do need to be concerned about this. You just went tearing off on some sort of revenge mission, and you could have been seriously hurt or even killed."

Harry flinched. "Hermione, you can probably guess what happened," he said. "I went after the bastards who killed two members of my family. And I made sure they would never rip apart another family."

"How many?" Hermione asked, fearing the answer.

"I don't know," Harry said. "Three, four. What does it matter Hermione? They killed Andi and Teddy, they were following Weatherspoon."

"Of course it matters Harry," Hermione said. "You can't become what we just fought against."

"I am not going around killing muggleborns or those who don't agree with me," Harry said. "I am protecting my family. And besides, in three weeks, this 'world' won't even exist. And we will have stopped all this from ever happening. Now, there is a shovel out back."

"No Harry, you need to rest," Hermione said. "This can wait until tomorrow."

Harry want to argue but Hermione's stern look kept him quiet. He nodded and slowly made his way upstairs, Hermione watching him go. Harry passed the master bedroom, the door closed, and made his way to the second bedroom. Harry didn't even change clothes before falling into bed, asleep before his head hit the pillow.

The next three weeks saw a drastic shift in Ministerial policy. The Minister had called for the arrest of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger on charges of murdering four Aurors, and usage of Dark Magic. The Minister also implemented marshal law to enforce order and control while the current crisis was underway. Aurors under the control of the Ministry and the ICW swept up and down the country, taking dozens into custody, mostly those who supported Harry, including the remaining Weasleys, the Longbottoms, Luna and her father, and much of the surviving DA.

Harry and Hermione spent the final three weeks before the Spring Equinox completing their preparations. It was slow going, as they couldn't use magic outside of the protections of the Fidelius Charm. In early March, Hermione had discovered that the best place to perform the ritual would be at Stonehenge, where three magical ley-lines intersected.

"Are we ready to go?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded. They had been all set to go for two days now.

"Everything is ready," she said, tapping her beaded bag. Harry gave his best friend a small grin.

"Right then, I suppose it is time," Harry said. "Winky, Kreacher, are you ready as well?"

"Yes Master Harry," Winky said. "We are to keep all the Muggles away from the ancient place of stone while you and Mistress Hermione set up a ritual to fix everything."

"Good," Harry said. "Let's go then."

Each elf took one of the human's hands and the quartet vanished with a pop. They reappeared over a hundred miles away, at the edge of Stonehenge. Since it was nearly midnight, the area was abandoned.

"You know what to do," Harry said to Winky and Kreacher. The two elves quickly began placing ward stones around the ancient stone structure. The ward stones, engraved and filled with bloody by Harry, were to keep any Muggles away from the site and to give Harry and Hermione time to complete the ritual. They knew that as soon as they powered up the ritual, the Ministry would know exactly where they were.

"All done Master Harry," Kreacher announced.

"Excellent," Harry said. "Kreacher, Winky, I can't thank you enough for all the help you've been. But now, you both need to leave. Neither of you will be able to come with us, and I don't want you two getting hurt when the Ministry comes."

"We is sorry Master Harry but Winky and Kreacher will stay," Winky said firmly. "We will protect our Master and Mistress."

Harry wanted to keep arguing but Winky gave him such a firm look, exactly like Hermione would when she had made up her mind, that he nodded. Kreacher stood proudly beside Winky. Regulus' locket lay on Kreacher's thin chest. "Thank you, the both of you but please be careful," he said. The two elves nodded with smiles.

"Harry, we need to start the ritual now or it will be too late," Hermione said. Harry gave the elves one last grateful look before turning back to Hermione, who was finishing up the preparation of the ritual.

Harry looked over the large piece of marble that he and Hermione had brought with them, as well as the seven circles of Runes that had been carved into it. The ritual called for both participants to fill the carved Runes with a paste made up of ground phoenix feathers, unicorn and dragon heartstrings along with a mixture of Harry and Hermione's blood.

Harry stepped onto the marble slab, at the north point while Hermione stood opposite him at the southern point. As soon as they set foot on the slab, the Runes began to glow a dull white. With each step the pair took toward each other, the Runes' glow brightened. Harry heard several pops coming from outside Stonehenge and saw the red robes of Aurors.

"Potter!" a deep voice shouted. "Stop what you are doing, and come quietly! If you do, we won't have to hurt you and your bitch!"

Harry felt a spike of anger at the man's threat but he ignored it, concentrating on the chanting in time with Hermione. The Aurors seeing that Harry and Hermione ignoring them began to cast spells at the pair. The wards held, the rune ward stones pulsing brightly. Kreacher and Winky appeared behind the Aurors and began blasting the attacking Aurors away from Stonehenge. The two elves managed to knock back six or seven Aurors before the other Aurors concentrated their spells on the elves. A cry of pain came from Winky as she was flung into one of the massive stone monoliths, and did not move again. A scream of rage came from Kreacher as he moved rapidly and blasted another three Aurors before a Cutting Curse caught him from behind.

The marble slab glowed white as Harry and Hermione reached one another and clasped hands. Just as they did, the Aurors managed to break through the wards protecting them.

"Take them down!" the Auror Captain shouted to his remaining men.

Suddenly a very familiar thrilling song filled the air, as a flash of red and gold appeared above Stonehenge.

"Fawkes!" Harry and Hermione gasped. The charging Aurors skidded to a stop at the appearance of the legendary phoenix. Fawkes swooped down to settle on Harry's shoulder, his song growing louder and louder, and the marble slab glowed an immensely bright white, causing the Aurors to shield their eyes. The phoenix song grew even louder until Harry couldn't even hear himself chanting before suddenly Fawkes burst into a brilliant flame that surrounded Harry and Hermione. Harry felt something hook him around the waist much like a Portkey, and the last thing he heard before the world was consumed by flames was Hermione's voice screaming his name.

A/N: Well there you have it. We have finally reached the tipping point. I know that it has taken some time but I wanted to set the stage for this. In other time travel stories, I have seen some authors just dive right into the past with no back story, and here I tried to give a back story and a reason as to why Harry and Hermione would go back in time. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the chapter, I hope to have the next chapter up by the end of the month, if not by the first weekend of April.

Anyway, til next time

SlyNinjaKnight