Murder, Harry's POV:
It's finally time. I've bonded with Ginny. She's about to kill me. Good thing I'm wearing the Time Turner.
I love you, Hermione. I'll see you in the past. I thought to myself. I felt a knife stab into my stomach and groaned in pain. Ron pulled the knife out and stabbed me once more. He stabbed me at least ten times in the stomach, before cutting off my dick and stabbing me in the chest. I screamed as I died. I felt the Time Turner explode as my heart stopped, and I smiled. I let my eyes drift closed, trusting the Turner and Death to make sure my soul went back in time. I bolted upright and snapped my eyes open. I'm in the cupboard at the Dursleys. My plan worked! Yes!
"Hedwig." I whispered. She had never truly died in the war. She had disguised herself as a Snowy Owl, but truly she's an Ice Phoenix. She flashed in. She gave a sad trill.
"Bite me. Bond me once more, Hed. I'll need you." I told her, exposing my neck for another bond. I had to be sure we were bonded in this time too. She bit my neck and I groaned audibly in pain, but she didn't move until the bond was complete. I heard her thoughts.
It's my fault we're back here. I wasn't there with him, if I had been I could've saved him. She thought.
"No, Hedwig. No. If I had wanted you to come, I would have called you." I said fiercely.
Why didn't he call for me? She asked herself. I smiled.
"Hedwig, listen to me. And don't interrupt." I told her. She trilled in affirmative.
"Until I was eighteen, I had no idea you were still alive. I know you visited, Hedwig, I do. I know that now. But Ron regularly obliviated me after the day Moody died. After the war, on my eighteenth birthday, I was summoned to Gringotts. There, I was cleaned of all blocks, potions and curses. I also claimed my heir and lordships to prevent it from happening again. Based on everything I learned that day, I knew Ron and Ginny's plan. Their plan to get me to marry Ginny, bond to her, and then they would kill me. But little did they know, I was never an Auror. Ron worked with George at the Joke Shop, Hermione worked in a different section of the ministry, Kingsley was loyal to me, and Ginny was a professional quidditch player. When I told them I was an Auror, they believed me. I was an Unspeakable. And my research, at first, was fully and wholeheartedly directed towards the veil. I thought it was truly a portal. Possibly one that led to other dimensions, and that it was possible to get Sirius back. But eventually, I discovered that the veil was a portal. A portal to the deathlands. Sirius was dead, there was no doubt about it. So I redirected my research to time travel and soul magic. I was determined to get my godfather back, no matter what it took. I was trying to find a way to combine time travel and soul magic to send my soul back in time. But when I was doing that, I found the perfect solution. A secret, a highly classified secret, about Time Turners. When someone dies while wearing one, the Turner they're wearing explodes. The Time Dust inside the Turner lands on their body, sending their soul back in time where their body couldn't go. I didn't truly know what age I'd be when I was sent back, but the books I read said the Turner would send me back to where I could change the most. I assumed that would be my eleven year old body. So I signed for a Time Turner and told Kingsley the truth of everything. The two of us came up with a plan. I did most of the work, but he inputted valuable points. The plan was, as crazy as it may sound, to let them kill me. I would wear the Turner all the time, 24 hours a day, seven days a week. When I died, my, yours, and Hermione's souls would be sent back in time. We decided to start the changes from the beginning, a warning to Dumbles to back off. We started with getting me and Hermione sorted into Slytherin and becoming friends with Draco Malfoy instead of Ron Weasley. We'd wait until third year, for Black to escape, and then get in contact with him. I mean, as much as I want to get him out now, and as much as I am magically and mentally mature, who would believe an eleven year old boy when he said Sirius Black, a mass murderer and betrayer of the Potters, is innocent? Nobody. So our only option here is to wait for him to get out. I could contact Moony, but would he believe me, Hedwig? Would he? No. Not until Black tells him himself will Moony believe it. Anyway, Hermione and you are both back. When 'Mione sees me, she's going to get so mad. Anyway, first year me and Hermione would hunt the horcruxes and bring Voldemort back, sane, and with his horcruxes reabsorbed. All except for two. The one in me, and the one in Nagini. We would join him, unmarked but fully loyal. Second year, I would prevent the chamber from being opened and attempt to have a normal year. Third year I would bond with Moony as much as possible and help Padfoot prove his innocence. Fourth year would have me, once again, in the TriWizard tournament and at the end of it I would tell Dumbledore of Voldemort's return. Fifth year I would get Sirius, Remus, and Umbridge on my side. I'd get Umbridge at least to join the dark. She'd be dead useful to Voldie for torture. Sixth year I'd get Snape firmly on Voldie's side and I'd kill Dumbledore and make it look like an accident. Seventh year would hopefully be relatively normal without Dumbledore around. But I'm going to change this slightly. Because until Black is caught, Lupin will have to teach DADA or maybe History to 'protect' me. So. I want you to flash into Azkaban, I know it won't be pleasant but just tell the dementors you were sent by the Master of Death to retrieve a charge, and get Black out. Bring him to Griphook's office at Gringotts when you get him." I said she trilled and flashed away.
