Harry looked at Dumbledore, "I need you to get Snape up here."

"Snape?" Younger Harry asked, "Why him?"

Harry ignored his younger self for a moment, "And Quirrel. Trust me, you'll want him to be taken cared of quickly."

Dumbledore swished his wand, two papers on his desk folded themselves into origami birds and flew out of the room. 

"What's going on?" Younger Ron asked, sounding much more nervous than when he'd been the one making the demands.

Ron looked at himself, "We're changing the past."

"Is that even possible?" Younger Hermione asked

Harry looked back at the three, Ron was right. They had been so small. Harry found it hard to believe it had only been seven years since that was him. He felt like a different person.

He sighed, "I hope so."

Young Hermione looked at her two friends in alarm, her frizzy hair bouncing as she did so.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Why don't the three of you come sit? I'm sure you've had a long day." He flicked his wand and three more chairs appeared

"I've had a long day." Ron slumped back down into his chair.

Harry wanted to do the same. But he knew if he sat down he likely wouldn't be getting back up.

He'd been planning on finding somewhere to sleep after burying the elder wand. Which was now safely tucked away in his robes. After turning up in the last he'd been running adrenaline, but that was beginning to run out.

Still, he couldn't bare to allow Voldemort to remain in the castle for even one more night.

He glanced around the room. The portraits of previous headmasters still watched them. Though some had gone back to pretending to sleep. He locked eyes with Phineas Nigellus.

Sirius, Harry thought. He was still in Azkaban. If Harry allowed time to continue as it was, Sirius would be stuck in Azkaban for another two years. And even still, never live as a free man. He couldn't allow that to happen this time. Now that he had the ability to stop it.

"So," Ron looked up from his chair, "What exactly are we going to do once he gets here?"

"We should send them back to their dorms." Hermione gestured to the three younger thems.

"No fair!" Young Ron huffed "Your changing time and we don't get to be a part of it."

"Was I always this annoying?" Ron rolled his eyes

"Yes." Hermione said, "What we're about to do is dangerous and the three of you are still only first years."

Dumbledore nodded, "I must agree. Your safety is high priority."

Wasn't last time. Harry thought to himself. He was still coming to process everything he'd learned in his last 48 hours. Seeing Dumbledore in front of him was admittedly making it harder to process.

Begrudgingly the three of them stomped off to their rooms.

"Don't tell anyone," Harry said, suddenly remembering a certain rat. "Don't even talk about it when you're alone."

Young Harry opened his mouth to ask why but Harry raised his hand, "We'll explain later. For now, please trust me."

Young Harry closed his mouth, and the three eleven year olds disappeared down the stairs.

Hermione slumped down into the chair next to Ron, "I still can't believe it," She shook her head, "We're in the past. We just talked to eleven year old versions of ourselves."

"It's unbelievable." Harry shook his head, beginning to pace. He needed to stay awake, so he needed to move.

He mentally began a list of things they'd need to try to fix. There was so much. And they weren't sure how much time they'd have. They weren't even sure if they could go back home at all.

There was a sharp knock at the door.

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione.

"After this there's no going back." Hermione said

Harry nodded and looked at Dumbledore, "Bring him in."

"Come in." Dumbledore said

The door opened. Snape looked just like Harry remembered. Oily hair and black robes. Dark eyes that scrutinized all three of them.

"Headmaster who are these people." Snape eyes landed on Harry's forehead.

"This is Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger," Dumbledore said, remaining at his desk, "From seven years in the future."

"The future?" Snape raised an eyebrow, keeping his eyes on Harry, "And how are you sure they're not lying?"

"Please don't make me prove myself again." Ron complained, "That's all we've been doing since we got here."

Harry stared at Snape. A few hours ago he'd sat next to him as he died. Now he was standing in front of him.

"Use Legitimancy." Harry said, "I know you're an expert at it."

"You're not wrong about that." Snake tsked, "But how do it know you wouldn't be giving me false memories?"

Behind Harry, Ron muttered, "Because he's garbage at it."

"Because the only way I'd know what I know is if I got it from you." Harry said

Snape narrowed his eyes, "True." He said, confirming Harry's theory he'd been using it since he laid eyes on Harry.

"It would appear I was right about Professor Quirrel." Dumbledore stood up and walked to Snape, "Harry has requested we bring him here."

"Have you already summoned him?" Snape asked

Dumbledore nodded, "I suspect he'll be arriving any moment now."

Just cue, there was a soft knock at the door.

"Come in." Dumbledore waved his hand, pulling his wand out of his robes.

Quirrel slipped in through the door. Harry was caught off guard by how pathetic he looked. He was hunching his shoulders, likely to make himself look smaller, and looking at the floor while he walked.

"Y-you called H-H-Headmaster?" He fake stuttered

"Professor Quirrel," Dumbledore smiled, "I apologize for the call at such a late hour. I'm sure you were about to settle for the night."

"O-Oh!" Quirrel wrung his hands, glancing at Harry, Hermione, and Ron, "It's n-no bother Headm-master!"

"Hm." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled through his half moon glasses, "I'd like to introduce you to our guests. It's quite a predicament they're in, and as the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts we thought it best if you were included."

Quirrel looked again at the three of them. Hermione and Ron still seated while Harry folded his arms across his chest.

"This is Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger." Dumbledore finished, now eyeing Quirrel, watching his reaction.

"I beg your pardon?" Quirrel snapped his head to Dumbledore

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "We were just explaining to Professor Snape who they've come from seven years in the future. Like I said, quite the predicament."

For the first time, Quirrel looked genuinely afraid when he looked at Harry. No doubt wondering what Harry knew, and what Harry was willing to share.

Harry slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out his wand. Not the elderwand, which lay heavy against his side.

What are you going to do? Harry wondered, he wasn't sure if Quirrel would be able to be defeated the way he was last time. Harry still wasn't entirely sure how the charm his mother's sacrifice had made worked when it came to specifics. But Harry did know more spells than he'd known last time. And he'd defeated more dark wizards in the time in between.

Quirrel didn't seem to know how to react immediately, he froze. And then, he ran. He ran for the door, making it a few steps outside when Snape caught him. A long rope had sprung from the tip of Snape's wand and wrapped itself around Quirrel.

Harry stepped forwards and ripped Quirrel's turban off. There, just like he remembered, on the back of Quirrel's head was the shriveled face of Voldemort. He glared at Harry with an amount of hatred a human shouldn't be able to have. But he wasn't all human anymore anyway.

"No!" Quirrel wailed, "Master! Forgive me!"

"Hello Tom." Harry said, there had been a time he'd been afraid of Voldemort, and if he'd been standing in front of Harry at full power he might actually be afraid. But this? This was not scary. Disturbing and disgusting sure, but not scary.

"That's so much worse than what I thought it looked like." Ron groaned

Voldemort bared his teeth, "The Boy Who Lived," He hissed, "Clearly you were able to defeat me. You had to come find me when I was weak."

Voldemort was many things, prideful, evil, crazy even. He was not however, stupid. He knew he was in a vulnerable position, and needed to find an escape. Voldemort also had six horcruxes out in the world that would keep him alive.

Quirrel continued to whimper, for real now, while Dumbledore and Snape looked at Harry.

"What should we do with him?" Harry asked

Dumbledore shook his head, "That is your question to answer Harry."

"We should get him to Azkaban." Hermione said.

Ron nodded, "And get Sirius out while we're there." He added

"Sirius Black?" Dumbledore frowned

"Yea. He's innocent." Harry huffed, turning his attention back to Quirrel and Voldemort, "Azkaban is a good idea. Keep him there while we work on the rest."

Snape nodded in agreement, flicking his wand again, Quirrel began to float off of the ground, the rope still around him.

They'd lost their double agent against Voldemort, but if everything went to plan they wouldn't need him to be a double agent anyway.

"I'll notify the ministry." Dumbledore walked to his desk, "They'll send someone for him."

"I'll keep an eye on him in the meantime." Snape droned, narrowing his eyes at Quirrel, then began to walk towards the door, "I think it'll be best to hold him in the dungeons." He said as he walked out the door.

Finally, Harry allowed himself to collapse into a chair.

"Headmaster," Hermione said, "I know we've just given you plenty to do, but we haven't slept in two days now." Ron yawned as if to prove her point, "Is there somewhere we could sleep?"

Dumbledore smiled, "But of course my dear." He raised his wand, three cots appeared in the office, "I'll be waiting for the ministry at the gates. The three of you feel free to sleep here tonight. Tomorrow we'll find a better solution for your situation."

Hermione thanked Dumbledore as he walked out of the room. The three of them walked or stumbled to their cot and collapsed into them.

For the first time in years Harry slept a dreamless sleep.