A cool breeze blew over the desolate ground, the once beautiful castle sat in disrepair. Bodies were strewn everywhere, The remains of once-laughing children and loving families. A lone figure looked out across the battle-field, his green eyes dim, his heart broken. No one but him survived, not even the enemy. He felt the dying magic of the castle, felt it speaking to him.

Harry, my child, my child...

Then Hogwarts herself died, and along with it, the last hope of Harry Potter. Suddenly, there was a flash of flame, and Fawkes the phoenix appeared in the sky and landed on Harry's shoulder. Surveying the scene before him, he let out a mournful call.

This isn't how it was supposed to end! I've foreseen happiness, not this!

"I know," murmured Harry, "I wish I could do it over again! I want my family back! I want my home back!" He was shouting by the end of it, and he fell to his knees, crying for the first time since the Burrow burnt down with Ron trapped inside. Fawkes, however straightened up, his feathers gleaming for the first time since his master had died.

A wish! he exclaimed, I can work with that! Harry, get up! We're taking a trip to the past! Harry looked up, disbelief etched into his prematurely lined face.

"But even if that's possible - even if we do, I won't be able to become involve, it's like Hermione said - "

Silly, this isn't time travel using a Time Turner, interrupted Fawkes, This is merely transporting your memories and knowledge into your younger self! Though, I'm not sure "merely" is the proper word... It does take a lot of power, and I will have to revert to Chickadee form to recuperate... Harry snorted despite the pain and grief.

"So, I'll be my younger self, only I'll keep my memories?" He asked. Fawkes bobbed his head enthusiastically, then paused.

There will be a price, however. You will have to give up the power of the twin cores, and there will be one unpredictable change in the timeline, though it will not change someone close to you, it will effect your destiny in strange ways. Harry frowned, then shrugged.

"I don't have anything else to lose anyway," He said as cheerful as one can be while standing in a blackened, body-strewn crater. Fawkes nodded and grasped his right arm.

Hold on tight, said Fawkes excitedly, This is gonna hurt like hell!

And they both disappeared in a flash of pure white flame.

A/N: Hello, fellow readers! Author speaking (sup). This is my first ever fanfic, so do go easy on the Howlers, please! I'm new to how everything works, so if I make a really stupid mistake, please let me know. I will try to set up a regular updating pace (Like once a week or so), and I will update as much as I can. Since I'm twelve, and everybody else on here is like in college, any tips on spelling or grammar will be welcome.

Since it takes forever to find a decent story on here, I will be giving a recommendation for a certain book or author once per chapter (I know! I'm just so awesome, right? I'm not very modest either! *laughs maniacally*).

REVIEWING IS RECOMMENDED FOR THOSE THAT WISH TO ESCAPE WITH THEIR LIVES! MWAHAHAHA!