Harry looked up as the man she had thought of as a grandfather at one time walked toward her. She was being held in place by the two people she had, at one time, would have trusted with her life. She would never have believed that they would be the one's to turn on her. Oh, but how wrong she had been, on so many fronts.

"You look good for a dead man." I told Dumbledore as he stood before me.

"Yes, a necessary trick, I'm afraid. Too many people asking to many questions." He said, the twinkle in his eyes hiding the sheer evil of his soul, but Harry could see it.

"Let me guess, all for your greater good." Harry bit back.

Dumbledore chuckled "yes, but no one ever asked who it was good for. I spent so many years building my empire. There was no way I was going to let anyone come between me and what I deserved."

"You two are hearing this right? Do you really believe this is the right thing to do?" I asked the two holding me in place.

"Shut up, I am tired of having to listen to you. It's always about Harry Bloody Potter. It's time for others to get recognition." Ron said, he was glaring at me. Harry had always known he was an idiot, but she never realized just how much of one he was until now.

"He's right with you gone we will be the ones to get the recognition we deserve." Hermione said from the other side of me. Merlin help her they both to stupid to live. She wondered if they realized that Dumbledore was not going to let any of them live through this.

They were standing in front of the veil in the Dept. Of Mysteries, and Harry knew that was how she was going to die. That way there would be no body therefore no questions. Although she wondered how he planned on getting rid of the moron twins.

"It's time for you to go, my girl." Dumbledore gestured to the morons. With a grunt they thrust me forward towards the veil. At the last second she turned so she could see the chamber, she watched as with a flash of green her two ex friends fell to the floor, before she was enveloped by the veil.

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She looked around, this was nothing like the first time she had been here. No trains, no station, no anything really.

She had no idea where she was. If this was death she was seriously pissed. Where was her family, her friends that had died in the war. Surely someone would have been there to greet her. Finally with a shrug she started walking, not really caring where she was headed. After what seemed an eternity she found herself beside a fast moving river.

She sat down on the bank, just thinking about all the choices she had made, wondering what she would have changed if she could have gone back.

She knew she never would have befriended Ron. She still didn't know why she had. After that whole jealousy thing in 4th year, she should have just cut him out of her life. Don't even get her started on Hermione, the know it all bitch, who really didn't know anything. Maybe it was something in the water.

"No, it was Albus Dumbledore. He made sure you would only be friends with them. He had been manipulating things for a long time. Has to have every thing under his control." I turned my head to look at the speaker.

There standing by the bank was Death. He was as stereotypical as you could get. Long black semi transparent cloak, boney countenance. He even carried a sickle.

"You know, I'm not even surprised by this." I told him. I had a feeling of he had skin or you know lips he would have been grinning.

"Well, you have been ignoring me in your sleep so that's more than likely why you are not surprised to see me." He said. "Still most people at least jump at the sight of me, but then you always have been kinda insane, so I guess that was too much to ask."

"So, what now? I doubt you are here to talk about my inability to be shocked by the weird shit that happens to me."

He chuckled "No, I'm here to give you the chance to go back. To fix what went wrong. Not just with you, but with others that have been wronged as well."

"Someone else got shoved into a death portal by their best friends as well?"

"No, but they were tricked into destroying their life. All you would need to do, is nothing really. I mean that literally don't go after Voldemort."

"Tom?"

"Yes, he is another that was tricked into something he never would have done in the first place if it wasn't for Dumbledore."

"So, what do nothing, just ignore all the clues and just walk away from trying to stop him. I can do that, not like I care what he does anymore. But what's to stop him from coming after me?"

"hmm, ah I know give him these." He pulled a familiar looking stone and a large book out of his cloak.

"Okay, I get the philosopher's stone, but what is the book for?"

"There is a ritual in there that will give him back his sanity."

"So, when will you be sending me back to?"

"You will be at King's Cross station on Sept. 1, 1991. Good luck Harry Potter." With that he was gone. The river and bank were starting to fade, and more sounds were starting to come to her attention. She was staying to see the station as it came into view.

So stop one asshole from getting anymore power and save another from himself. Let's hope this was easier than trying to save the stupid sheep that thought a child was the right person to stop a madman.