Running through the woods a boy of 10 dropped to the ground as a hex flew overhead. He could hear the sounds of running behind him. The death eaters had found them. He only hoped that he could lead them far enough away so that his best friend, Teddy, could get the kids to safety before those who were following him gave up and went back to the castle after the others. Quickly getting to his feet he continued to run until he reached the apparation point. Feeling the wards as he passed through he took a huge breath, visualized where he wanted to land, closed his eyes, and with a crack he apparated.

Feeling his feet hit solid ground, he quickly opened his eyes, made sure that he hadn't splinched himself and then promptly threw up. It was his first time apparating by himself and as far as he knew he was the youngest in history. Wizards weren't even taught the basics till 17! Sheer desperation had pushed him to learn himself. Looking around the street he landed on he quickly focused on the building in front of him. Closing his eyes once more he whispered, "Number 12 Grimmauld Place." Opening his eyes he watched as the buildings moved aside as another cropped up in between numbers 11 and 13. Heaving a sigh he was relieved it was still standing. His parents had lived here for two years before he was born and then he had spent the first five years of his life growing up here before this particular safe house had been compromised. He could still remember the screaming as Number 12 had been attacked. Shaking his head he quietly moved through the shadows to the front door. Opening it he slipped inside. "Human Revilio," he whispered. His incantation indicated he was alone. "Well at least they had the decency not to burn this one to the ground," he said to himself as he made his way into what used to be the 'family room'. Stepping over overturned furniture he could still see scorch marks from the struggle. "You didn't know who betrayed you before but I do and I'm going to make it better. We will win this war and I'm not going to lose you again. Your children need you," he whispered as he pulled a small round object out from under his clothes. His mother's time turner. He had found it among her possessions after she had lost her life at the battle at Malfoy Manor. His father had come back completely broken and paid his 7 year old son no mind when he buried his head inside his mother's books to discover how the time turner worked. By the time the order was ready to move on to the raid at Gringott's he had just turned 8 and he knew the intricate workings of the time turner.

After the Gringott's raid they had moved to another safe house. Within the month it had been attacked and he had lost his father in that attack. They were forced to move again and one after another each safe house was attacked a little more of the order killed off each time. He was the second oldest of the third generation claimed by this war so he and his best friend had taken it amongst themselves to gather the youngest children and move them to the only place he could think of that would be safe, Hogwarts. His mother had told him stories of the magic in the castle that 'help would always be given at Hogwarts'. He knew it had been abandoned so they took a chance. They spent two years there while he studied every book available and gathered information. He had found the old headmaster's research and managed to put everything together. He knew each horcrux, their locations, and most importantly the traitors who sold the order out. He was going back to change it all. He was going back to give his generation a chance at knowing their parents. Turning the disk in the time turner he watched as the sands moved faster and faster. Becoming dizzy he closed his eyes and prayed to Merlin his calculations put him where he needed to be.