(A/N:That's Bellatrix btw if you don't know)

Harry finally didn't have to return to the Dursley's for the summer.

He had turned 18 on July 31, halfway through summer vacation, and since his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon despised him, they claimed he was already 18 when people asked. No one they knew even bothered to know his birthday, so it seemed plausible.

So, instead of living with them, he bought an apartment in Epsom, Surrey. He stayed there and worked as an Asda checkout clerk. It wasn't the best job.(A/N: For those who don't know, Asda is kinda like the British Walmart. Walmart actually bought it for 6.7 billion pounds in 1999)

But, since Harry had relied on his parent's money for so long, he needed to start earning his own living. Especially because he was required to return to Hogwarts for a redo of his 7th year.

He was happy to find out that all his friends would be returning as well. It would be a great year.

That was what he thought until the day he got a letter from the potions teacher, Professor Slughorn.

"Harry,

I need you to come to Hogwarts. I've found something of yours. I've already arranged for your transportation.

Yours,

Horace Slughorn

Harry stared at the letter in shock. What did he leave at Hogwarts? And what did Slughorn mean by transportation?

Harry got his answer when he looked out of his window. A brown pegasus the color of peanut butter pawed at the grass outside of the complex before chewing on a dandelion.

Why did Harry already know the pegasus was Hagrid's?

He walked outside to meet the horse. It was beautiful, and it gently nudged Harry, as if to say,

"Let get going already."

He loved the horse.

Harry ran inside, grabbed his already packed trunk, and ran outside. The horse eyed the trunk wearily. It could probably carry it, but it wouldn't be comfortable. And with Harry on its back, the pegasus would be miserable.

Harry decided to leave some of his supplies.

He let his new owl, a tawny owl named Haeret, out of his cage. Haeret was a gift from Ginny when they got back together after the Great Wizarding War.

When he left the house for a second time, he brought a duffle bag and an empty cage. The horse lowered itself and let Harry on its back. Harry climbed on and held onto the pegasus's neck for stability.

The Pegasus took off at a full gallop and leaped into the air. The feeling reminded Harry of when he rode Buckbeak for the first time. The cool morning air made him happy he'd brought his blazer.

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Harry looked in amazement at the school. He'd been gone for less than 3 months and the school was already rebuilt. He walked on the bridge over the lake, and when he reached the front courtyard, he saw Slughorn standing on the front steps.

"Hello Harry. How are you? Was the flight good? Can I get you anything?"

Harry was bombarded with questions as he and Slughorn walked down the corridors to the dungeon. Harry tried to answer as many as he possibly could, but it was impossible to keep track of all of them.

When they finally reached Slughorn's office, Harry head was spinning.

"Professor, I'm sorry to interrupt, but why exactly did you call me out here? What did I leave behind that is so impor-"

Harry stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what the professor was holding. A black translucent stone cut in a diamond shape.

The resurrection stone.

"Professor, why do you have this? You should give it to the ministry or Headmistress McGonagall or-"

"Harry, my boy, I didn't just call you here. You can all come out now. Bring them with you as well."

Harry saw as at least 90 people emerged, half of them carrying large boxes about their size. Harry stomach twisted when he realized what was in the boxes.

"Professor, are you planning to use the stone to revive the dead students?"

Slughorn smiled at Harry.

"You were always one of the brightest, Harry. You remember the Philosopher's stone, right? It had the ability to create an elixir that prolongs life."

"I do, sir."

"Well, Harry my boy, the resurrection stone can create an elixir that revives the recently killed. It can revive anyone who died 5 years ago to today. Including animals."

"Does that mean?"

"With your permission, I can revive all these people. Cedric, Albus, Fred, Sirius, Alastor, Crabbe, Remus, Hedwig, Dobby, Nymphadora, Lavender, Colin, Severus, and many others you didn't personally know."

Harry shifted uncomfortably. How did the professor know about all the deaths? With all the desperate looks from every living family member of the deceased, Harry's morality caved in.

"I give you my permission as long as you give Dumbledore the stone once you are done."

Slughorn smiled brightly as he filled a cauldron with water and threw some random herbs in. He then added the stone, and within 20 minutes he poured the liquid into several hundred vials. Harry handed them out to the people, 1 vial per dead person.

Slughorn told everyone to open the coffins. Harry stared in horror at the rotting corpses of his friends. He walked over to Ron and George, who smiled gratefully at him.

"Nice to see you Harry. Thank you for letting Fred be able to live again." Ron said as he hugged Harry fiercely.

"Ginny was weeping out of happiness with dad when they found out what could happen." George added.

Harry really was happy that they could live again, have a second chance at life. He looked at Slughorn for instructions.

"Pour the vial in the dead's mouths when the are propped up. Lay them down and leave the bodies alone for 26 hours, so the tissues can fully mend. Hopefully they will be breathing by then. Oh, and as for the elderly, their bodies may de-age due to being younger is generally healthier. This is normal, so don't panic. Oh, and Harry, just to be sure, you drink one as well."

Everyone did as they were told, including Harry. The liquid had looked like golden amber, and the taste reminded him of the first time he'd ever had Treacle Tart, his favorite food. When the taste left, he felt warm inside. He grabbed 3 extra vials and ran to Ron, who had gone to the 1-eyed witch statue, where Hermione had been waiting.

"Guys, you need to try this stuff. It-It's amazing!" Harry exclaimed as he handed each of them a vial, slipping the third into his pocket for later. Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"You are allowed to give us this stuff, right? We won't be expelled?"

Harry smiled. 2 potions to make people come alive again couldn't hurt the living, right?

"Nope. You're clear."

Ron uncorked his vial as Hermione did the same.

They drank the potion, and when they finally spoke, all they could say was, "Wow."

"I felt like my body was brand-new. And the liquid tasted like steak and kidney pie. The good stuff." Ron gasped.

Hermione added, "I felt the same way, except the liquid tasted like Honeysuckle and Jasmine Tea. What was that liquid made of Harry?"

Harry smiled. "An elixir made of the resurrection stone."

Ron gasped. "Blimey Harry! That's the stuff Slughorn had us give Fred! Why, in the bloody world, would you have me and my girlfriend a drink meant for reviving the recently deceased!"

"Slughorn told me to drink it. It felt so good that I assumed that it would be harmless to the living." Harry explained.

"You idiot!" Hermione yelled, "Stuff not meant for certain people can cause horrible side effects. You should've told us before giving us the potion. Whatever, we need to go to the station. I need to finish my muggle summer school. And you two need to help Mrs. Weasley with the house. Let's hurry."

Harry was amazed by how quickly Hermione had changed the subject. However, she was right. They did need to get going.

They walked together to the train, where other students were waiting for the train. The parents of the deceased would stay the night and escort the newly risen to their homes. Everyone else would be going home.

Soon, the sound of the incoming train reached their ears.

The golden trio walked to the first compartment they saw empty. They settled in and after a while, the train took off. Harry and the others were so tired from the past few hours that within 20 minutes, all 3 were asleep.

Little did they know, their entire future would be changed by that nap.

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When Harry awoke an hour and a half later, his body ached. His skin felt tight and his muscles felt as if he had been hit with a cruciatus curse. The worst, however, was the stabbing pain in his forehead. He opened his eyes, dazed, and saw 2 blurry blobs across from him.

He immediately assumed they were Hermione and Ron and that his glasses had fallen off while he was asleep.

He blinked and rubbed his eyes. When his sight cleared, he looked again at Hermione and Ron. Which caused him to look again.

They still were Hermione and Ron, except they were different.

Seeing them like this hit him with a wave of nostalgia.

But then a sense of responsibility and guilt hit him harder.

He woke up Ron gently. Ron would have better luck waking Bearmione than him.

"Ron..... Roooonnnnn.......Can you hear me? Waakkkeeee uuuupppppp........"

Ron groaned and tried to swat Harry in the face. He failed miserably.

"ROOONNN!!!!!WAAAKKKEEEE UUUUPPPPPPPP!!!!!!"

Ron's eyes shot open.

"MUM! I swear I didn't do it! It was Percy! I- Oh, it's just you Harry. Why'd you wake me up?"

"I think you should look at Hermione. Or me. Hermione was right about the side effects."

Harry could see the shock on Ron's face as he saw the effects of the potion.

They had de-aged to when they were 12.

And they hadn't gone back in time.