A/N 1: Hello everyone. After one hell of a bout of writers block, I sat down to read this story and realized that the grammar sucks. So being the English teacher that I know I can be, I pulled out the red marker and went to town. So here is the newly revised story.

A/N 2: I also went thru and found a name for the story as well. With that said, enjoy.

Phantom1s

Prologue:

Hermione Jane Weasley was old. She was 179 years old. She had children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and even great-great-grandchildren. She had been called the smartest witch of her generation when she was a student. Years later, she was called the smartest witch since Rowena Ravenclaw. She was the level headed part of the Golden Trio. However, what she was planning on doing was crazy, no it was absolutely insane. She was going to travel through time and fix the past. Since her husband Ronald died twenty-five years ago, she had been planning this. She knew she had to fix what went wrong.

Too many people had died in the Great Wizarding War, which is what the war with Voldemort was called nowadays. Even more people died in the Third World War thirty-five years after she helped end the Great Wizarding War. Her family and friends stood at the forefront of both wars, and they paid the price over the years. Lily Potter, James Potter, Fred Weasley, Remus and Nymphadora Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, and Colin Creevey died fighting Voldemort. Albus Severus Potter, Hugo Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy, Arthur Weasley II, Teddy Lupin, and many members of that generation died in World War III and its aftermath.

They died because the Ministry of Magic of Great Britain failed in its duty to protect the information that allowed Voldemort to almost win the first time. Instead of sending Tom Riddle's body and all of his research, notes, and books through the Archway of the Dead in the Department of Mysteries, some idiot decided to study them because they thought 'What harm can a book be?'

With the help of her sisters-in-law Fleur, Angelina, and Audrey Weasley, Hermione researched time travel and who had been the reason the world came crashing down. It was an academic idiot it turned out who did not have the common sense he was born with. On the tenth anniversary of the end of the Great Wizarding War, someone stole the notes and research on Tom Riddle from his unlocked work bench in his workroom in his house.

Armed with the information that had taken so long to get, Hermione knew she could now correct the mistakes made by herself and others so many years ago. But she needed help. The only person who could help her was Harry Potter, who happened to be the most powerful magician alive, both politically as well as magically, though he downplayed both facts.

Harry Potter had been given many different names and titles over the years. 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', when he was baby 'The Man-Who-Defeated-Voldemort' after the end of the Great Wizarding War were some of the best the media could come up with when he was younger. However those were not the only titles he was given. In his lifetime he would be given many titles that meant a lot to many people: Prince Gryffindor of Gryffindor, Head Auror, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for the Ministry of Magic of Great Britain, General in His Majesties Army, Supreme Allied Commander of the United Earth Military, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot of the United Earth Government, Professor, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, and of course The Most Powerful Magical Being Alive.

However, the titles Harry loved best were Husband, Father, Uncle, Grandfather, Friend, and Brother. It was the last title that Hermione needed. She needed her brother in order to make this crazy plan work. First she needed Harry to tell her she was not crazy. Whenever Hermione would go off the rails, Harry had always been the one that brought her back. If Harry said Hermione was crazy, she would give up her quest. However, she knew Harry wanted this as much a she did.

Hermione also needed Harry to power the runes and the spells needed, and then she needed him to help her fix what had broken. Though they learned about how politically powerful he has was later in life, if they went back now, Harry would be in a position to make real changes that needed to be made in order to protect their family, the country, and their world from not only humankind, but from those things that man had created.

The problem was that Harry Potter was sick. Harry had been diagnosed with what the mundanes called Lou Gehrig's Disease. While devastating to a mundane human, for a magical, it was much worse. While the loss of motor control is the same between mundane and magical, in magical people they also lose control of their magic, often times killing themselves and others before Lou Gehrig's Disease got worse. While this could be bad for any magical, Harry being Harry made this condition much worse.

After the Great Wizarding War, one of the things the Ministry did was develop the ranking system of magical power and required everyone be tested when the first entered Hogwarts and when they graduated. For those who had already left Hogwarts, they were tested within the first year the ranking system existed. The highest level for a normal magical was that of Grand Sorcerer/Sorceress. Compared to a standard English Witch or Wizard, a Grand Sorcerer/Sorceress was two-hundred times more powerful than them. The Ministry also ranked Elementals. These were magicals who could control the elements at will. The highest level for an elemental was Grand Elemental Sorcerer/Sorceress. Elementals were very rare. In fact the last known elemental was the son of Perenelle and Nicholas Flamel during the 15th century.

Harry had been officially ranked as both a Grand Sorcerer and Grand Elemental Sorcerer, the first magical since Merlin to be powerful in both magics. In reality Harry blew the charts off both tests. No one knew just how powerful Harry was, it was thought by many including Hermione, that Harry had no limit to his magic. That was why Harry being diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease was dangerous. His magic could possibly destroy the world if Harry could not control it. Harry's magic could, and had on more than one occasion, destroyed entire buildings when his disease first manifested itself.

Thanks to Modern Mundane Medicine, Lou Gehrig's Disease was curable and had been almost eradicated. The trick was early detection and treatment, which Harry could not receive as he had been a noble hero when he should have been taking care of himself. This was something that Hermione had vowed to take care of one day.

Because of the advancement of Lou Gehrig's Disease in Harry, Harry's oldest son, James Sirius Potter at the age 143 years old, serving as the Governor of the British Isles and Lord of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter, had ordered his father placed in a special isolation room in Saint Mungo's Hospital so that he would not kill anyone accidently. The room was bare marble with runes and enchantments cast by James and many others including his own father while he had control of himself to protect the world from Harry. Harry could be heard muttering some nights about starting out life in a closet and dying in a closet.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, Hermione shifted, a method of transportation Harry invented which was much better the apparition, to Saint Mungo's and outside of Harry's room. Knowing that she no longer cared if she died, she was determined to ask Harry for his help and let the consequences be damned. After all, she was dying anyway. A broken heart and too many duels was finally catching up with her.

The floor Harry was on was sealed; in order to access Harry you had to have the approvals of the Chief of Staff and James Potter in writing with a blood quill. On top of that, the wards had to allow you in. Since the wards were smart wards, a Potter/Weasley/Gryffindor Corp invention, thanks to Hermione, they would monitor the area inside and determine if it was safe. If it was not safe, the wards would not lower. As Hermione had designed the wards, they were no trouble for her to bypass without alerting anyone. As for the others spells and enchantments, well…James Sirius Potter and the others might have cast the spells, but Hermione Weasley had double checked the calculations herself. Besides, she had been an Unspeakable for many years and worked on magic much harder than this.

Finally after five minutes Hermione stepped into Harry's marble tomb. Though James Sirius called it a room, Harry and Hermione called it what it really was, tomb. Harry had ordered James Sirius to build it so that when the time came, it would be sealed forever. No one would have to try and enter the tomb to retrieve his body when he died. On one of his last good days outside St. Mungo's Harry had already dug the spot where his tomb would live. Harry…and Hermione…had turned into very strange people after they hit 150 years old.

"Brother, I need your help." Hermione said as she kneeled next to Harry's bed, a simple marble slab. Harry turned to see his sister and smiled. It was not the smile of someone who was losing control of himself, but that of a brother looking at his sister.

"You know something Hermione, you got old. You look like Minnie McGonagall with your hair up and those glasses." Harry smirked. "All you need is the tartan colored robes. You even are a feline animagus like her."

"If I look like Minerva, then you look like a bald Albus Dumbledore." Hermione said. It was true, Harry had a very long white beard that challenged Dumbledore's, with thick white eyebrows, and sparkling green eyes. However, there was not an ounce of hair on his head.

"You're all old and wrinkled like a raisin as well. To top it off you are still flat on your back with no one here to take care of you while I still am walking around and was propositioned again the other day by a healthy ninety-eight year old. Of course I told him no, that I was married."

Harry sighed, he lost this round of their game. "You win Hermione." Harry sat up and hugged his sister. "What brings you here today?"

"I wanted to see my brother. What is wrong with that?" Hermione said.

"Hermione, you came in the middle of the night, and bypassed every single security spell. You wanted to make sure that no one knew that you are here." Harry said, knowing he won the next round that hadn't even started yet.

"How did you know?" Hermione asked.

"Just because I am losing my mind and control of myself, does not mean that I am helpless yet. Besides, I helped construct the wards around not only my room, but Saint Mungo's as well." Harry said. "I knew the second you shifted."

"Point taken."

"So why are you here?" Harry looked at his sister for moment before realization dawned on him. "You did it, didn't you?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yes. Fleur was able to get the last piece of information I needed from Bill's portrait yesterday. She went and etched the runes herself last night under the blood moon."

"What's the catch? You aren't here to say goodbye."

Hermione sighed. "I need to know if this is the right thing to do. Harry you have been my compass for too many years, I need you to tell me right now if this is a bad idea."

Harry looked at his god-sister. "It is absolutely insane Hermione."

Hermione's face fell until Harry spoke again. "What do you need me to do?"

"What?" Hermione asked, shocked.

"Hermione, insane is what we do. I mean three first years took down a troll. A small runt killed a basilisk and saved his future wife, you and Ron got married. I mean if those things are not insane, then I have no idea what is."

Hermione smiled, with tears in her eyes and hugged the sick man in front of her tightly before getting down to business. "I need you to power the runes. The problem is that if this fails, the island, and maybe half the planet will be destroyed and we'll die from the backlash. That is why I wanted to use Ginny's Place."

Ginny's Place was an island Harry and Ginny bought after her rookie season with the Holyhead Harpies when they went undefeated and won not only the European Quidditch League Cup, but the International Quidditch League World Championship which had been played in Switzerland. The island was located in the middle of the South Pacific Ocean far away from anyone and anything. The island itself was the size of Scotland and had fresh water and wild life.

Harry, as Supreme Allied Commander of the United Earth Military, ran large portions of World War III from Ginny's Place with his Generals and Commanders at various locations all over the world. Harry had needed to heal Ginny's wounds after she was injured by the other side and required Harry's magic and lots of time to heal her.

The other reason Hermione wanted to use Ginny's Place was that it was so well warded that no one could get breech the wards to stop her. Thanks to it being considered The Fallout Shelter for the Allies during World War III, it was layered with literally thousands of wards, spells, enchantments, and magics. Many of the runes, spells, and magics she had used were dark and outlawed by the UEG Charter because they required the sacrifice of sentient life forms or blood, or other items that were considered morally wrong. Though being Hermione, she had written loopholes into the Charter to get out of trouble if she needed them. One of the loopholes she used was regarding blood magic given by the sacrifice of an intelligent creature. Instead of killing innocents, like Dark Magic often required, she had asked for volunteers and had gotten them. They included house elves, goblins, centaurs, mundanes who had terminal diseases, and one of her stillborn great-great-grandchildren.

"Do you think this is going to work?" Harry asked.

"It has to Harry. I can't live without Ron any longer and you miss Ginny just as much. I really wish that we completed the Soul Bonding, that way we would have been with them already." Hermione cried softly. She never had gotten over losing Ron.

"Then we need to hurry. I do not know how long I'll stay in control. Especially if I need to summon all of my magic" Harry said.

"Then let's go." Hermione said standing up.

"I need to make a couple of stops first." Harry said. "In case this does not work."

"I know, so do I." Hermione said as she touched Harry's hand as he shifted them out of the tomb he had placed himself in. As they shifted, Harry cast a spell that caused all the enchantments and spells that were cast on the tomb to fail.

The Governor of the British Isles, Lord James Sirius Potter was in the middle of another boring meeting when he felt the wards shatter around his father room. James Sirius closed his eyes and concentrated on his father and his favorite aunt. He found them together in the Godric's Hollow Cemetery. Using his magic James Sirius spied on them and saw them kneeling in front of a matched pair of graves that read the name of Potter on the headstone; knowing who they were visiting, he gave them their privacy and pulled away from them and returned to his meeting.

Quickly deciding he needed help, Governor Potter left his meeting abruptly and returned to his office where he contacted his cousin Louis Weasley, Lord of the Noble House of Weasley, through his computer. "Lou, my father and Aunt Hermione are doing it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. They are at Godric's Hollow saying goodbye to my grandparents and to Hermione's father Remus. I would assume they will also say goodbye to mum and Uncle Ron." James Sirius said.

"Should we stop them?"

"The brightest witch since Rowena Ravenclaw herself in the form of our aunt, who is one of the most determined witches to ever live if you remember correctly, as well as the most powerful magical ever in the form of my father who only listened to five women in his life? I don't think so. I say leave them alone and pray for them." James Sirius said.

"I'll lower the wards around the Burrow and the Cemetery then." Louis said.

"People still trying to see where the Weasley Clan is buried?"

"Yes. I have spoken to Caleb Longbottom, Uncle Neville's grandson, and he said he going to look into it."

"Keep me posted." James Sirius said as he shut down his screen. He turned and looked out his window, a real window that looked over London, and sent out a prayer to whatever entity god was. "Please god, take care of them, no matter where they wind up."

Harry and Hermione appeared at Godric's Hollow Cemetery. Over the years, the township of Godric's Hollow grew in size, and so did the Cemetery. However, today they were there to see some of the older residents of the cemetery: The Potters and Lupins, their parents.

Shortly after the Great Wizarding War, Hermione and Ron went to Australia to find Hermione's parents. When they did, they discovered that John and Carol Granger were not her biological parents. As part of the charm to find them in Australia, the Australian Ministry asked Hermione for a drop of her blood. She gave it and was shocked to discover that she was not the daughter of John and Carol Granger, but of Remus and Nicole Lupin. She even more shocked to discover that there had been a missing child's report put out on her in 1980 that went unanswered.

Demanding answers and threatening to call a very pissed off Harry Potter, the Ministry tracked down the Wilkins, the name Hermione gave them when she wiped their memories. After their memories were restored they were doused with veritaserum.

Come to find out the Grangers had found Hermione abandoned in a park near their home when she was barely three weeks old. They brought her home and pretended that Carol had carried to term. When they discovered she was magical, they both knew what they had to do. The child would have to be separated from normal people, no matter the cost. After Hermione's first year of school, they asked the Weasleys to look after her. They used excuses like work, but they wanted the freak away from them. They would take her on what they called 'vacations', during the summer, but never spent time with her.

Hermione finally asked the Ministry to wipe their memories and make them into the Wilkins again. With that done, Hermione dropped her last name and became Hermione Jane Lupin. They returned to England and never thought about the Grangers or the Wilkins again.

After a lot of digging, Hermione discovered that Remus had married a very nice Ravenclaw named Nicole Johnson three days after they graduated from Hogwarts. Evidently she did not care about Remus being a werewolf. They were happy and in love and gave birth to their daughter Hermione the following year. According to reports from the Ministry, Nicole Lupin was killed by Death Eaters when she tried to step in and stop them torturing some muggles. Hermione had never been found and was presumed dead.

Since then every Halloween, Hermione came with Harry to visit their parents, as Nicole had been buried here as well. A headstone had been placed here for Sirius and one for Albus Dumbledore so that Harry could speak to all of them at once.

However on this trip Harry spoke to only one grave after his parents.

"Hello Angel." Harry said. "Well Hermione did it, she can send us back. I wanted you to know so that when I don't show up for a while, you'll know why. I love you baby." Before leaving, Harry removed the ice and snow from the headstone and kissed it before leaving two roses and a single lily on the headstone of his late wife: Ginny Potter.

Once they finished at Godric's Hollow, they moved onto Ottery St. Catchpole, the home of the Weasley Family. After losing Fred in the Battle of Hogwarts, Arthur and Bill Weasley cast the spells to create a cemetery on the grounds of the Burrow. Since then every Weasley male and many of the Weasley wives had been buried in the cemetery. Molly Weasley was buried there alongside her Arthur as well, in fact the only Weasleys who were not buried there were Ginny and the other seven 'Weasley Women'. They were the daughters of the Noble House of Weasley and were buried with their husbands.

Hermione entered the cemetery and walked to Ron's grave and sat down. Next to his grave sat a permanently conjured chair for her to sit on which she did every day for an hour. Everyone knew that she never recovered from the cold hearted murder of her husband. When Ronald died, everyone first thought it was old age. Ron had survived the Voldemort War, played twenty-seven seasons as Keeper of the Chudley Canons, and was an active auror during that entire time. When he retired, he did so not because of age, but because he accepted a commission as a General in the His Majesties Royal Army by Supreme Commander Lord Harry James Potter at the start of World War III.

World War III marked the end of the International Statue of Secrecy, mainly because if not for the magicals in America, the British Commonwealth, Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Syria, Israel, China, and the Unified Korea then the war would have been lost and the world sent into darkness for a thousand years. Supreme Commander Potter and General Weasley personally lead the liberation of Russia atop of a flight of dragons with goblins, centaurs, house elves, magicals, and mundanes in the army below them.

After the war Ron and Harry returned to Scotland and Hogwarts where they taught with their wives. Harry taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, Law, and Government while Ron taught Charms, Dueling, and Self Defense. The nine year war was the longest stretch that the either men had been away from their wives since they were eleven years old. Both wives had remained at Hogwarts during the war and made sure that the children there were safe and educated. They did this by calling upon the Order of the Phoenix as their leaders.

Mere weeks after Ron was buried, Hermione began to believe that his death had been murder. Ron had said that someone had been following him and asking questions about him. Though long retired, Ron was still an auror and still investigated crimes when he felt like it. After pondering what was going on, Hermione finally asked Harry to investigate formally. Because of his many titles, Harry had remained an active auror since he was seventeen years old.

After five months of work, Harry found out who killed Ron. Hermione and he killed the bastard in his sleep one night. Cormac McClaggen never knew what hit him when his house was flattened by a freak meteor strike. When the remains of his house and offices were searched, the missing journals of Voldemort were discovered. It seemed that McClaggen had found them when he was freelancing as a mercenary after WWIII in South America where they had remained in the hands of the Dark Lady who almost did what Voldemort could never do, kill Harry.

"Ronnie, I've done it, I figured out how to go back in time with Harry. We can save everyone including my father and you. We can stop McClaggen before he starts searching for Voldemort's texts and we can stop the Dark Lady from coming to power. We can save so many lives! Anyway, we can't stay long. I love you Ronnie." Hermione said before cleaning off his husband's headstone and leaving a dozen orange flowers behind.

That done, the two of them shifted to Ginny's Place on the other side of the world.

As soon as they arrived, Hermione went to work finishing her preparations while Harry began to summon all of his magic, making sure it was ready when Hermione needed it.

After sealing the last runes, Hermione crossed to Harry, who was sitting Indian style while floating five feet in the air.

"Harry, are you ready?

"Yes. What do you need me to do?"

"Let your magic flow out of you and cover the runes. Let it be absorbed by the runes and the ground." Hermione said.

Harry did as he was told and released his magic. For the first time in almost two centuries, Harry let his magic consciously go, removing all blocks on it. Hermione felt the runes powering up and getting ready.

"Harry, have you even reached your core?"

"No."

"We need the explosion Harry. I want you to reach deep within yourself and pull your magical core to the surface. I'll do the same thing."

Harry nodded and willed his core to move to just beneath the surface of his skin. His magic began to burn at his skin, but Harry ignored it as he continued to pull it up. Finally he could pull it no more and told that to Hermione.

"Ok Harry, this is going to hurt, a lot. I am going to activate the last set of runes, they are soul banishment runes. These will force our souls out of our bodies. As soon as that happens, our cores should explode. The explosion and the runes that are drawn should open a temporal portal to our eleven year old selves."

That had been the hardest part of this plan, was how to jump back in time but remain in this reality. There had many cases where a magical could jump to a new reality and time, but that was not what Hermione wanted.

"Do you have a plan?" Harry asked as he tried to keep himself together.

"Yes. Relax and let me do this." Hermione said before she activated the last rune which indeed caused more pain than she ever felt in her life as her soul was ripped from her body. Hermione looked from above her body as Harry's soul exited his body. As soon as his soul was free, Harry's body exploded atomizing everything within a thousand miles of him instantly. Right before this happened; the runes did their job and opened the portal. The magical blast wave spread out including into the portal. The portal, a black hole really, pulled all matter and energy into it, including their souls. As soon as their souls were sucked into the Black Hole, it sealed itself and the world that existed mere moments before disappeared into nothingness for the Prince of Gryffindor and his sister were sitting the world straight.