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Harry Potter & Hermione Granger

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Ten years Have past since the final battle!

Harry Potter, Was at the table in Number 12 Grimauld Place.

Kreacher had passed from this world only days before. He hadn't been much help these last two years...But Harry knew if he had given him clothes it would have been a death sentence for his old friend. Kreacher had been his only company since his break with Ginny the second year after the battle. She was to much of a fan girl and Harry couldn't take it any more. He had known deep down his true love had always been Hermione. She had married Ron not long after she finished Hogwarts, and now lived in a loveless marriage with a drunk Ron Weasley. Ron had washed out of the auror core not long after there marriage. He was now a clerk in his brothers shop in Hogsmead. Hermione worked for the ministry paid the bills while Ron drank himself stupid every night. Harry had given up seeing them he couldn't bear to see the woman he loved crying all the time. There was no divorce in the wizarding world, it was a life time bond.

Harry sat night after night going the through the old Black Library. He never knew what for, but some thing had to be done. He was cleaning the attic one morning and found a box of books, One was old with no title, hand written in old English script. As he quickly scanned the pages he realized it was on soul magic...He set it aside as he noticed the ritual to make Horcruxes. The next book was older still the pages were almost totally disintegrated and yet it was typed. He felt it odd, He took the books to the library and carefully began to read and take notes. As he was reading the soul magic book he found a spell that would draw all Horcruxes back to there Original body. As he slowly closed the ancient tome, He silently cursed Mrs Weasley. These were the books she had hidden so long ago. When they first stayed at Grimauld Place.

As he sat alone all the memory's came flooding back..Those who died, Fred who died in the battle, George that took his own life six months latter. Sirius The only Family he had ever really known. Remus and Tonks leaving little teddy alone in the world. Collin Creevey and all the others. Harry sat in tears for each of them as he had so many times before.

As he opened the book that was typed it was a book of arithrimancy concerning time travel. The only spell it gave sent you back exactly 17 years.

Harry jumped from the table. His mind working overtime. He had not truly slept in weeks. He needed one more book. If he were to do this he would need a spell to lift the trace. He would be ten years old if he returned today. He thought he could find the way to lift the trace.

It was time to go back The day before his birthday would be perfect.

With these 2 spells he could stop the war before it started, save hundreds of lives. He could also tell Hermine he loves her. He needed one more spell. The one to lift the trace. It was time to go to the ministry.

Still being the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding world did have its advantages. As he entered the ministry archives The young girl at the desk just swooned. Being a member of the Wizengomot Didn't hurt either. He went to the special dispensation spell section and began to search.

He found exactly what he was looking for. The old pureblood section. It seems all Pureblood children had the trace lifted as soon as they returned home, from Hogwarts. Only the muggle borns and half bloods would not know of this the chilren were told told and memory charm not allowing the to mention it was added to the spell.

Harry broke it down now all was ready. It was time to get ready to return to the past!