“Second Chance”

I’d like to clear up something before you start reading this fic. While all of the events that will occur were thought up by me, I actually got the main idea and the whole “Hermione dies so Harry goes back in time to prevent it” thing from a fic called “Time Warp” by Laen. I really loved it but wasn’t in agreement with a lot of stuff so I decided to write my own. Besides, since the last time it was updated was in 2004, I’ve lost hope that it’ll ever be finished.

By the way, don’t worry, I’m still working on “Hectic Summer” but I just had to start writing this.

Disclaimer: Am I richer than the queen of England? NO. So I obviously don’t own Harry Potter.

He let go of her cold, life-less hand which had once been so soft, beautiful and warm. He wondered what had he done to deserve this. They had always been meant for each other, and even at the short age of fifteen, knew they were in love. It’s funny how life unravels in such a surprising way; all their hopes, all their plans had been destroyed within a few painful minutes. How would he ever manage without her, his one true love? His screams faded unto the night and his shattered heart fell to the ground in the form of tears.

If only he had stayed by her side. Those blasted death eaters! They’d taken from him the one good thing he had left. Now there was nothing he could live for. How he wished he could go back in time. Save her, or at least tell her how he felt before it was too late. The black-haired boy rested his teary green eyes on her beautiful face. How he loved her smile, her stunning hazel eyes, and her unruly brown hair.

He fell back beside her, allowing his sobs to put him to sleep. Little did he know that a green-eyed woman and black-haired man were watching them. The man softly whispered “We got you another chance to be with her, son, don’t waste it” and with that disappeared unto the night.

The next day, Harry woke up, afraid to look at his side in fear of seeing her limp body. But oddly enough he immediately heard his uncle Vernon’s incessant screams. “Kid, come down here! You’re lucky we’re taking you to that blasted train station so that you can go to your blasted school! So hurry up and get ready so that I won’t have to see your face for a year!”

Harry froze. He had already lived through this. How could it be? Unless…… unless he’d traveled back in time!

I know it’s short, but it’s 12:00 at night for Pete’s sake! Besides, this is just sort of an introduction. I’ll eventually make the chapters longer.