"What should we do, Mr. Weasley?"

"I honestly don't know, Professor. This isn't exactly something we've prepared ourselves for." Ron sighed, burying his face in his hands.

"Calm down, now tell me exactly how it happened?"

Ron looked up at his former professor, seeing for the first time her true age. Her face was lined more than ever and she seemed tired, as though she hadn't slept in years. The years of war were written across her face.

"We were searching Malfoy Manor. Draco had given Harry and I all the information needed to infiltrate the house. We went in, and everything seemed to be going perfectly. The house had been deserted, but we had no idea what sort of spells the Death Eaters had left behind." Ron paused, taking a long sip of his drink.

"Harry had been walking down the hall, ahead of me. I-I was watching his back. Suddenly he started screaming, clutching his chest. He was shouting out something about Ginny, b-but I'm not sure what exactly. Then the floor just fell through. We were on the third floor and he fell all the way to the basement. I went-" He broke off, unable to say anymore.

"Minerva, may I speak?"

They both turned away from the flames of the fire, to beyond the desk where Albus Dumbledore's portrait was listening attentively.

"Of course, Albus." Minerva nodded.

"I have been collecting all the information I could through my various portraits and have realized one unusual possibility." The old man's portrait released a sigh.

"Mr. Weasley, I would like for you and your wife to please search through the Department of Mysteries and find all the information you can on time travel. And you should probably inquire the whereabouts of your sister."

Ron's eyes widened as he realized what the portrait was saying. Ginny had been sent through time.

***

"So, why was Harry affected the way he was?"

"Not sure, probably due to the fact that he and Ginny can barely go more than a few hours away from each other." Ron held onto his wife's hand as they marched through the Department of Mysteries.

Hermione glanced over at him, smiling slightly. She reached up and brushed her hand against his face. "When was the last time you shaved? It's a full beard now."

"Like it?" Ron smirked. He had been growing it on purpose; he thought it looked nice with his short hair.

She laughed softly, nodding. "So, is Ginny really gone?"

Ron nodded. "She was in the Auror office, getting some files from Harry's desk. She would have been sent back with a badge identifying her."

"I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing." She sighed.

"I know what you mean. The main concern is altering the time stream too much."

Ron suddenly stopped walking. "What if that was the whole point?"

"What?"

"What if the Death Eaters weren't supposed to have mobilized the way they did after Voldemort died? I mean, people aren't dying like before and you people can go on like normal for the most part, but it's still putting a hell of a lot of stress on a lot of us."

"You think Ginny got sent back on purpose?"

"Yes."

"But, why Ginny?"

"Why was Harry affected the way he was when it most likely happened? If someone wanted Harry to do something, how do you think they'd get him to agree?"

"By taking Ginny. Who do you think is behind it all? If it's a person at all?"

"Not sure, but clearly this is not how the future was supposed to be and fate is trying to fix things." Ron finished, with a slight smile.

Hermione grinned, giving his hand a squeeze. They came to the dim door. Ron reached out and opened the door, gripping his wife's hand tightly as they walked into the darkness together.

***

"Mr. Potter, you need to relax."

Harry blinked, unsure of his surroundings. His eyes were cloudy, his lips pressed tightly together as he forced the arms holding him down away. He wanted to get out. He needed to find Ginny. He wasn't even sure where he was. All he knew was that something was not right with Ginny.

"Harry, mate, go back to sleep." A pair of strong hands forced him down and his familiar voice calmed Harry; he fell asleep instantly.

***

It was completely dark when Harry opened his eyes. He instantly felt a sharp pain in his right leg, causing him to bite down on his tongue to keep from shouting out. Doing his best to ignore the pain, he glanced around the room was in, identifying it as the hospital wing at Hogwarts.

Nobody was present and his dented watch on the nightstand read four in the morning. He needed to find Ginny. He wondered what was going on. He still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with his fiancé. Very wrong.

"Ron! You're going to wake him!"

Harry found a smile forming on his face as he listened to the whispered conversation coming from the entrance to the wing.

"Hermione, shush! You're the one that's going to wake him up!"

"Actually, you're both doing a fantastic job." Harry chuckled sarcastically.

"You could've said something sooner." Ron grinned as he came into sight with a lit wand.

Hermione turned on the bedside lamp and sat down in one of the chairs parked at Harry's side. She had a thick, leather book in her lap.

"Where's Ginny?"

"All right, now Harry don't panic. Remember this, we know where she is, at least we think." Ron told him slowly.

"What?" Harry shouted.

"Quiet, you'll wake up, Pomfry." Hermione warned. "Look, when you started feeling that pain in your chest, it was because of your connection with Ginny."

She opened the book, flipping to the correct page and scanning over it before looking back at Harry. "There have been several recorded events in history that have noted unusual shifts in all things magical, such as wards, animal migrations and even wands in some cases. Many wizards have done extensive research and found only one solution. Time travel."

"Wait." Harry held up a hand, processing the information. "Are you telling me that Ginny has been sent to another time?"

"Yes."

"When?"

Hermione took in another deep breath. "The book has a potion that supposedly will identify the particular year a person was sent back. It's really rather amazing the details it contains, especially for something so vague and unsure of. Ron and I brewed it while you were sleeping and we know when Ginny is." She said quietly.

"Okay, so when?" He asked.

"Wait, Harry there's more."

He sighed, agitated. "What, Hermione?"

"You see, according to the book, it's actually very likely that Ginny's memory could been rewound to match with herself in the past. Meaning, that if she were sent back about six years, she would only have her memories only leading up to that point in her life…"

Harry's eyes widened. "Ginny's in the year…?"

Hermione nodded, her eyes moist. "The year 1995, right after Voldemort returned."

A/N: I wrote this when I was stuck with Walking On Air and Just Maybe. It will come together a lot more in the next chapter, this is just the prologue. Let me know what you think :)