It's been a while since my last update *understatement of the centaury I know* apologises, apologise, a thousand apologises. However it shouldn't take me that long again, I promise!

Disclaimer: Sadly JKR still won't sell me the rights so I don't own anything...I am working on it however!

Chapter Three

By Rosa241

There's something strange about waking up from a dream like that. My heads pounding, my arms killing me and ribs feel like they've been ripped out of my chest and stuffed back in. It takes me a minute to get my bearings, realising where I am I sigh.

"Changing the past...yeah right(!)" I think to myself. "What a joke!"

I've realised by now the whole thing was a dream, I guess my mind made me see something I wanted to. I'd give anything to go back, to stop Fred from dying; to save George...anything...no matter what it took I'd do it. I sigh again; almost in relief...almost...I can't help but feel like my last chance has been ripped away from me. It felt so real. The whole thing felt like I was being given a second chance, for a second I actually allowed myself to believe it was true. My thoughts are interrupted as I feel a warm hand resting on my shoulder, making me jump.

"Woah, easy Perce...damn." Bill's voice hits my ears far too loud. "That was a nasty fall mate." He turns to glare at someone just out of my view; I can't tell who it is.

What's he doing here? I thought he and Fleur moved to France...how did he get here?

"Percy? Come on mate, don't phase out on me." Bill's words pull me back to reality, I take a deep breath and become all too aware of the pounding in my ears and the intense pain radiating in the back of my head. I place my hand on the source of the pain and can't withhold a groan at the pain that shoots through me.

"What's wrong dear?" Mum's familiar voice rings out, what the hell? When did she get here?

"What...what happened?" I finally voice the question on my lips, wincing as this heightens the pain in the head.

"You fell on the stairs...remember?"Bill explains, he's trying but I can tell he's worried, his voice quivers slightly as he speaks. "Let's get you upstairs so I can take a look."

I feel myself being lifted off the ground as the world suddenly begins to spin violently and everything begins to turn black. Before I lose my grip on consciousness I hear an all too familiar voice:

"We didn't mean to..."

My head feels like a ton of bricks when I finally come back around. I find myself sitting there, watching the entire scene before, my mother is stood at the end of my bed, her back to me as she talks to my father. It's not them that grabs my attention, it's the two figures standing in the doorway staring at me with worried glances. Fred and George. I'm now fully convinced that I'm completely crazy. Hell...after everything that's happened over the past three years I wouldn't be surprised if I really am.

"You okay mate...you look like you've seen a ghost..." Bill voices from somewhere to my left. What the hell is going on! "There are um...two people out there who have an apology to make seeing as this whole thing is their fault!"

I follow Bill's mutinous gaze to the sheepish pair still standing in the doorway...oookay...obviously I'm not going crazy. Mum sends the twins her most piercing glare, not even Voldemort would've been capable of withstanding...or is that would be...

"We're really sorry...we didn't mean to..." George's voice breaks through my thoughts; I can see he's sorry. Whilst Fred and George were similar in many ways, there had always been one major difference in them, George was always that much more sensitive...just a little bit. Seeing them was one thing but hearing them talking to me is something completely different.

"No...it's fine...really...it was an accident, not like they planned it, is it? Look I'm quite tired, do you mind if I have a lie down?" I hope Bill doesn't sense the urgency in my voice, all I want is to get rid of them. I need time, space...I need to figure out what the hell is going on?

"Oh of course darling, you get some rest my love." Mum's voice sounds like music to my ears, she hasn't spoken to me like that since George died. "Come on." She quickly ushers everyone outside and bids me good night, before closing the door.

As soon as the door clicks shut my mind practically explodes, letting out a shaky breath I drop my head into my hands. It takes a few minutes before my mind clicks into gear and the events of earlier on hit me.

"It was real..." I breathe out.

"Of course it was." An all too familiar voice sings out from somewhere to my left. "We told you, we need you. You're the chosen one."

"Hang on hang on...I'm in the past?" My voice shakes slightly.

"You are at the brink, the time when things got so out of hand. The time when our influence became so obsolete. We cannot intervene...but you can." The green girl's words, finally register somewhere in the back of my brain.

"So let me just get this going. I'm in the past, you've sent me here to change things because you guys can't, you need me to save the future. So everything that's happened, Voldemort's death, the war, Fred...George...non of that has happened yet?" My brain feels about ready to explode with information and hope.

"Voldemort has yet to be reborn...it is that which you must prevent." Hang on, she wants me to stop Voldemort from coming back to life!

"I'm sorry I think my ears must be blocked only I could have sworn you'd just said that you want me to stop the darkest, most horrifyingly powerful wizard of all time from returning!" I struggle to keep my voice from rising above a furious whisper; surely she's got to be having me on.

"That is correct." She sounds as if she's talking to a three year old, like I'm some sort of child that doesn't understand the most basic of things.

"Okay...okay..." I take a few more deep breaths, hoping to get my head together. "Where exactly...or should I say when exactly am I?"

"You are at the beginning, you are at the point where everything went wrong." With that she vanishes, leaving me far more confused than before. I sit back against the head board, some questions answered, others not and more than a few raised in their place.

I don't know how long I lay there for, thinking and rethinking everything that's happened. It must have been hours, I don't think I slept. The more I thought, the more confused I got...one thought became more and more apparent to me:

If I have gone crazy, If this is nothing more than a dream then I truly do not care.

So when exactly is Percy? Well R&R and I'll let you know!