A/N: Hello awesome readers! I know this has been done before, but I thought I'd try my hand on it. Fair warning, this story will have a lot of Moll/Ron/Hermione/Dumbledore bashing. Harry will be rich and powerful because I feel like having him like that. If you do not like this type of stories, stop reading now. Also, I will tell this only once and it is for the whole story: I do not own Harry Potter. Now, having said that, I hope you enjoy the story. Please let me know what you think.

Pretty Quill xxx

Prologue

Twenty-nine-year-old Ginny Potter was sitting on the back yard of her house, lost in thought. She didn't seem to notice her husband of five years, sitting next to her with Butterbeers for both of them. They had finally managed to get married after two years of engagement and countless fights with her mother. And then they had only gotten married because they eloped. The woman could not understand that Ginny didn't want half the wizardry community on her wedding. Or that she despised pink and her mother's wedding dress that she would never, ever wear. One day, Ginny had had enough, put on a dress, grabbed their wedding rings -the only thing they had for the wedding- grabbed Harry and apparated to a muggle court house. An hour later they were having burgers and beers to celebrate the fact that they FINALLY got married. The next Sunday dinner at the Burrow was quite the show. Her mother was -as usual- going on and on about the countless people she wanted to invite and that pink was the color for the bridesmaids' dresses, when Ginny announced that there was no reason for her to make such plans anymore. Because she and Harry had gotten married the previous Thursday. Mrs. Weasley was shouting for three hours straight and refused to talk to either of them for a year and then she and Ginny didn't exactly talk. The fought.

"A knut for your thoughts?" Harry smiled at her.

"When you defeated Voldemort, did you ever thought that we would end up like that?"

"What do you mean exactly?" Harry frowned.

"Did you imagined that the war would last for another eight months? That Ch-Charlie would get killed? Or that after that mission when Ron got injured, that he would blame you? That Hermione would accuse me of using a love potion on you? That Bill and Fleur would move to France, Percy in Wales and George in Scotland because god, our mother is so unbearable? That things would get worse than it was then?" she ranted.

"No, actually. I always thought that I would defeat him and then everything would be better. I never imagined that mess that followed the Battle of Hogwarts." He replied. "When I was on the run, I would imagine that after the war, we would have Sunday dinners at the Burrow with lots of tiny Weasleys running around the place. I would propose to your mum's annual Christmas party and we would have the wedding the following spring. Then a couple of years later, we would have our first baby, a boy. Then on our fifth anniversary, you'd tell me that we were going to have another one. I imagined that we would be happy. It never even crossed my mind that your mother would actually prevent us from getting married and my best friends would betray me like that. Never."

"I wish I could go back to the summer after my first year." Ginny sighed.

"You wouldn't change your first year?"

"No. it made me who I am today. What would you change?"

"My electives for one thing. I would claim my inheritance earlier, that way I could have sent Sirius at one of the houses we have and he wouldn't be on the run for so long. Probably start on those nutrient potions earlier. I am actually very good at potions without Snape breathing down my neck. I would actually focus on my schoolwork and stop playing chess all the time. I mean, I am not even good at it."

"You suck at it." Ginny corrected him with a fond smile.

"I know!" he laughed. "I would certainly befriend you earlier, though no kisses until the Yule Ball and no sex until you're at least fifteen."

"No fair!" she whined.

"I would also befriend Neville. Well, it is safe to assume that I would generally change a lot of things." He continued casually.

"Me too." She said with a serious expression. "Do you think the Elder wand can do it? Can it send as back?"

"I don't know. Are you serious about this?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes! Do you want to try?" she exclaimed her eyes twinkle like mad from excitement.

"What do we have to lose?" he grinned and pulled the Elder Wand from the hostler on his arm. He had retrieved it from Dumbledore's tom, after the second time someone tried to steal it.

"We need a date." Ginny stated as she made her way towards him positioning herself on his lap.

"How about your birthday? It's about the time I went to the Leaky Cauldron."

"Sounds good." She smiled brightly.

"Okay, let's see." He said tightening his grip around her. "We want to go back to our younger selves on August 11, 1993." He said clearly.

"Nothing happened." Ginny said a bit disappointed, after a few seconds. "I didn't really think it would work."

"It's okay, it would be too good to be true." Harry sighed.

"Well, now we have the afternoon free …" she said innocently.

"Oh, any idea how to fill our time?"

"Well, you thought that we would have a baby a couple of years after our wedding." She said playing with the collar of his shirt.

"I did."

"We are married for six and no babies, we are behind your schedule." She said seductively, her hands working on the buttons.

"We should fix that then." He agreed as his hands travelled under her blouse.

Needless to say that they spent the rest of the rest of the day in their bedroom, forgetting completely about their attempted to time travel. If only they knew.