This Time Tomorrow

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Prelude:

Albus Dumbledore was alone in his study. It was yet another night when sleep had eluded him. As he sat down and sipped on a cup of warm milk, Albus was confronted by his own mortality. He knew that he was going to die soon. No he didn't know the exact day or time, but his time was soon. So many secrets. So many conspiracies; so many mistakes; if only he could find the right moment to change history and save his favourite student from so much pain and loss.

Being the most brilliant wizard since Merlin himself allowed him access to scrolls and magic that had been lost for eons. He found the spell in one of the journals kept by the great wizard. It would allow the spell caster to go back in time for one hour and influence events in that timeline and ultimately change the future. Of course there were the usual warnings about meddling with time – Dumbledore ignored those.

The spell itself was hard on the headmaster. It scrambled his brain and made him relive some of the moments of his life. The pain was almost unbearable. What did pain matter when he had so little time left? Weeks, days, hours; surely he didn't have months left; that would be too much to hope for.

Fate had allowed Dumbledore to see the results of his manipulations. Like some perverse puppet master he would pull on one of times threads and watch it all unravel. Later he would find himself asleep in his own bed with one hell of a migraine.

While sipping his warm milk, Dumbledore pondered why fate had given him this opportunity. Was he given the opportunity so that he, the great manipulator, could prove he was fates' master? Most assuredly not; Fate mocked him at every turn. Every scenario that he could come up with to change Harry Potter's fate had blown up in his face.

Albus thought that he would gladly fall on his knees and admit to being fates bitch if he could find a way to spare the Boy-Who-Lived the pain that Albus Dumbledore had inflicted upon him. With one last roll of the dice at his disposal he gambled everything on the person of Hermione Granger.

Now that he had admitted that this was the only choice he had left, it seemed right. Let the young couple fall in love as they had been destined to do before his interference had become permanent. Dumbledore shook his head; as always it was all done in the name of the greater good. This time he would give the boy the information that he had withheld until it was too late in this timeline. Trust in the heart and mind of Hermione Granger to save the saviour of the wizarding world.

Albus finished his glass of warm milk. He got up and retrieved his wand. With practiced ease He waved his wand in a circle and whispered, "Tempus disruptus." A portal to another time opened up and he stepped through.