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Erasing The Future
By Moxterminator

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Category: Alternate Universe, Post-HBP
Characters:All, Harry/Ginny
Genres: Action/Adventure, Angst, Fluff, General, Humor, Romance, Tragedy
Warnings: Extreme Language, Mild Sexual Situations, Violence
Rating: PG-13
Reviews: 545
Summary: Harry goes back in time to redo his Hogwarts years after losing the war, his family, and his wife, Ginny Potter, to Voldemort. Changes need to be made, but can all changes be good? Years 1-4
Hitcount: Story Total: 396248; Chapter Total: 10020
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Author's Notes:
Heya guys the next chapter. i would like to thankyou for the nomination for dumbledores trinket award. but i doubt that this story is as popular on here as the others. but thankyou to all of you who did nominate. heres the next chapter




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Harry Potter finally gave up and sat up in bed. He really couldn’t sleep, not with Ron’s snoring.


The Weasleys had invited him to stay at the Burrow for the night, he accepted it without a second thought. The night stirred quietly as Harry silently crept out of bed and out of Ron’s bedroom.


Since the beginning of Summer, whenever Harry stayed at the Burrow, he had been staying in Ron’s bedroom . Before then, he used to sleep in Ginny’s room because they were best mates. However with Ginny’s growing crush on Harry, Mrs Weasley thought it best that Harry stayed in Ron’s room from now on.


Harry crept along the corridor and past Ginny’s bedroom. One quick look and he saw that the door was slightly open. With a light push, it opened enough for him to peer in. He looked in and saw Ginny’s empty bed. Odd.


'Where could she be?' Harry thought for a moment before shrugging and heading downstairs into the kitchen. He pulled an empty glass from the cupboard and filled it up with water from the tap. On his first mouthful, Harry noticed that the door leading into the garden appeared to be unlocked. However, that wasn't the strange part. It was the swaying door itself that bothered him. Setting his nearly full glass down, he walked up to the door and pulled it open. A warm gust of wind greeted him as he observed the shadows dancing around the Burrow.


Seeing nothing amiss, Harry stepped out of the door and entered the garden. One quick glance at the quidditch paddock told him all that he needed to know. He also knew what to do. In a few quick strides, Harry was back in the kitchen, washing up his glass. Soon after, he was upstairs in Ron’s room, silently swapping his nightclothes for something that would allow more freedom of movement. A few minutes later, Harry was slowly closing the back door. There was a small click and the door was secured. Once he was safely hidden behind a tree, he turned around and mentally called for Estelle.


“Any reason why you woke me up in the middle of the night?” Estelle asked him after her bright flash nearly left him blind.


“Of course! Can you go get my broomstick?” Harry asked her, blinking rapidly to remove the spots from his sight.


“It’s the middle of the night Harry and you want to go flying now?” Estelle asked him.


“Yes.” Harry said with a nod. Faster than he could say quidditch, Estelle was gone and back with his Nimbus. “You can stick around you know. Ginny will be about.” Harry whispered just as Estelle prepared to disappear again.


“Why is Ginny up at this time? You... well, you’re just weird... but Ginny?” Estelle said.


“You definitely know something needs to change when your own pets start mocking you.” Harry muttered to her. Estelle just chuckled.


Harry got to the edge of the paddock and sat down to watch Ginny fly. She was really good, even at eleven. Well technically she was still ten because her birthday wasn’t for another two weeks yet. Harry’s was on Friday. Harry just sat and watched Ginny glide through the air for a long time. When Harry looked at his watch he noticed he had been out here for two hours. It was now one thirty in the morning, realizing this Harry looked up just in time to see Ginny lean forward and dive. He watched as she got closer and closer to the ground. At the point where even he would pull up, she kept going. His breath caught as Ginny pulled up a few feet from the ground. She was so close to crashing that her feet brushed the slightly damp grass, causing her to wobble slightly. She was off-balance, and before they both knew it, she had lost her grip. With a slight cry, she tumbled off her broom and landed on the grass with a soft omph. Harry was reflecting on how lucky she was, and how glad he was, that the fall wasn’t that big as he let out his own breath. Then he heard her curse, and with a smirk and a shake of his head he saw his moment to step in.


“You kiss your mother with that mouth Ginny?” Harry called out to her, a smile crossing his face. Her head shot up and Ginny’s sparkling brown eyes met Harry’s.


“Harry! I erm, well.., I am…” she stammered.


“You're secretly flying one of your brothers' broomsticks in the middle of the night, aren't you?” Harry asked, emphasizing the second word, as he walked towards her. “You know you shouldn’t be doing that Ginny.” He reprimanded as Ginny hung her head. “You should be flying on my broomstick in the middle of the night . It’s so much better than that thing and it will help you learn that move a lot easier.”


Ginny’s face shot up to look at Harry. “You’re not going to tell?” Ginny asked looking quite shocked.


“Huh? We've been friends for years, Ginny, you know I wo-” Harry started to cluck out before Ginny enveloped him in a hug. Ginny just kept saying thank you over and over again while hugging him tight.


“Please stop saying thank you Ginny. You’re giving me a headache.” Harry said grabbing his head for added effect. Ginny chuckled and drew back. Harry handed his broom to her and Ginny shook her head in refusal.


“Harry, I can’t.” Ginny said staring at him with wide eyes.


“Why not?” Harry asked her. “You’re my best friend. You can have a go on it whenever you want. Tell you what, When I'm here, I’ll keep it in the shed with your brothers' broomsticks so that you can use whenever you sneak out here to fly.”


“But what if I break it?” Ginny asked fearfully bitting her lip and worrying at it.


“You won’t break it.” Harry said in an odd sort of voice as he lightly squeezed her shoulder; it was like a father reassuring his son. “I have complete trust in you.” Ginny stopped staring fearfully at the broom to glare angrily at him.


“What?” Harry innocently asked knowing full well what he had done. He had treated her like a kid.


She stood there quivering and he had no idea why. Was it because of his joke or her reluctance? The smouldering fire in her eyes slowly died down, and then she spoke.


“Thank you...Harry.” Ginny quietly accepted,.


Suddenly, she smirked, and the air around her seemed to heat up as something intangible seemed to light up the surrounding area. Harry couldn't help but feel afraid. And then...Thwack! She hit him. She bloody hit him! It wasn't a hard punch, but her message was clear. 'Treat me like that again and I'll get you for it, Potter,' he mentally translated.
Clutching his tingling arm, Harry looked up and answered with a smirk of his own. He looked forward to the next time. This wasn't the first time he'd done it, and it was one of the few threats that Ginny failed to carry through.


He heard her snicker faintly, and then there was no holding back. He started to laugh, and Ginny followed soon after.


A loud crash nearby broke their laughing fit. Scared, the two hurried behind a nearby tree where they waited with baited breath. The two released their breath with an audible whoosh when nobody followed.


The mood broken, Harry restarted the conversation. “Ginny?” He asked to catch her attention, “If you don’t mind, could I come and watch whenever you sneak out?” Harry said. “I can give you tips if you want.”


“You really weren't joking about the broom?” Ginny asked.


“Of course not Ginny.” Harry said gently to her. “If you ever need anything just ask me okay. As long as it’s not too big I’ll try and do it for you.”


“Why?” Ginny asked again.


“Cause you’re my best friend.” Harry replied, confused at where this was coming from.


“I’m still your best friend then?” Ginny asked, she quickly covered her mouth afterwards and looked away.


That's what was bothering her! Harry gaped at her for a moment before he noticed her glancing secretly at him. He realized that even if she hadn't meant to ask the question, she still wanted an answer. So he confidently gave her one, “I just said that didn’t I? Twice I think. What makes you think your not my best friend anymore?”


“You’ve been away at Hogwarts all last year and you've made new friends,” Hermione and Ron came to his mind as Ginny said this. “You're also a lot closer to Ron...” she continued.


A short loud bark ripped through the air, causing Ginny to look up shocked. She saw green eyes that seemed to glow from fury. “Ginny...how many times do I have to tell you I am not ever going to forget you? How many?! Never! I didn’t last year when I was at Hogwarts. Now that you’re going this year how can I possibly forget you,” he paused and drew in a deep breath. “I'm Not Going To Forget You,” he rapidly said, emphasizing each word as he said it.


“Really?” Ginny said, the lilt of hope in her voice annoyed him.


“YES!” Harry nearly shouted. It still came out harshly but he managed to keep some of the bite out of his words. He held his broom out to her, “now stop asking me about it and start flying!”


“S-sorry Harry.” Ginny stammered and she hurriedly grabbed his broom and started mounting it.


“Ginny wait.” Harry said hurriedly before she flew off. “I-I didn’t mean to get mad at you okay. I just get angry every time you think that our friendship will end if we don't see each other everyday. I'm not friends with you because it's convenient. I'm friends with you because I want to be friends with you, and it hurts when you think otherwise.”


“But I don’t.” Ginny said distraught. “I didn’t mean it like that...”


Harry didn't give her a chance to defend herself. Instead, he grabbed her into a friendly hug and squeezed tightly. “Please, Ginny, stop worrying about it.” Harry quietly said to her. He let go, leaned back, and gave her a light push, “Fly.”


Ginny stood motionless for a moment. There was a clatter as Harry's broom fell to the ground, unsupported. Throwing her arms around him she returned his hug with a brief one of her own. Pulling back and blushing just a little Ginny picked up his broom and mounted it. With a smile and an expectant look telling him to stay put, she pushed off the ground.


She slowly went around the paddock once, getting used to the broom. Then, like a fish leaping out of water, she had the broom rocket high into the air before she pushed it forward and started to a dive. It was a breathtaking sight, he had to squint as the bright moonlight haloed her figure against a cloudless sky. Her dive continued, and Harry could finally see the concentration on her face as she started to pull up.

Thud!


The tail of the Nimbus wasn't supposed to hit the ground for this move. But it did and Ginny found herself off the broom and on the grass again. Harry scrambled as fast as he could over to her.


“Ginny you alright?” Harry asked her hurriedly as he came to a skidding halt next to her.


“Yeah just, it’s a little different from my brothers' brooms.” Ginny dazedly replied. “I didn’t break it did I?” Ginny asked, all worried now.


“Of course not. Its taken more of a battering in quidditch practices last year than that. Don’t worry about it.” Harry said as he scanned her to make sure she really was alright. Ginny closed her eyes and leaned against Harry.


“I’m just going to have a little break okay?” Ginny said yawning.


“Come on. Let’s put the broomstick away and get back to bed. If you fall asleep out here it will be me carrying you back up to your room. And I don’t particularly want to do that,” Ginny regarded him curiously when he said this. She knew that he was baiting her. He chuckled good naturedly when she didn't bite and continued, “You know...I could leave you out here,” he weathered the glare that suddenly adorned her face without a flinch, “But then your mum might find out when she leaves the Burrow to feed the chickens in the morning. C'mon then.” Harry said as he gave her arm a slight tug, prodding her to stand. Ginny stubbornly remained on the ground.


“Can’t I have one more go.” Ginny complained very tiredly, yawning whilst she was at it.


“Ginny, you’re tired. I'm tired. It's two o‘clock in the morning. Wait till tomorrow night, then you can have another go.” Harry said.


“Really?” Ginny asked sleepily. Her eyes widened slightly, “I'm sorry.”


Harry chuckled, “If you want to. Now let’s go to bed.” Harry said helping her up from the warm ground. Ginny leant against Harry as he helped her back to her bedroom. As they stopped at her door Harry turned to look at her.


“Night Harry.” Ginny mumbled out before sleepily walking into her bedroom and closing the door with a soft click.


“Night Gin.” Harry whispered as he softly laid his hand on the door. With a sigh Harry turned and walked back to the bedroom he shared with Ron. He needed to do some thinking about this year, and more importantly, the Chamber of Secrets. 'What to do,' was prying on Harry’s mind all summer so far.


On one hand he could let Ginny do it. The Chamber of Secrets fiasco made Ginny the women she grew up to be. The woman Harry fell in love with the first time. Also Harry wanted Ginny to love him. In the future, she told him that his heroism down in the Chamber of Secrets is what changed her crush to love. If he didn't let the Chamber events happen, there was a chance that Ginny's crush would never become love. He couldn’t think of a future where Ginny didn’t fall in love with him. For Merlin's sake they were married.


Then again, what would happen when he told her about being from the future? She wouldn't be happy when she discovers that Harry knew about the Chamber Of Secrets.


He had to make an important decision. Which situation would he prefer: Ginny discovering the fact that Harry knew about the Chamber Of Secrets? Or Ginny married to him but without the love that was crucial to a happy marriage. She was going to be mad either way, but which evil would he prefer? To be selfish and let her do it so she would fall in love with him? But is that really selfish? To want your wife to love you? For Ginny to be married to someone she loved rather than married to someone she may never love. To either be married to someone she loved and have a happy future together, or to be stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of her life. Harry knew the decision he would make would affect the relationship between him and Ginny. He just prayed to Merlin that he would make the right one.


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The next three nights Harry stayed at Potter Manor so he couldn’t go watch Ginny.


On the fourth night, the thirtieth, Harry again stayed at the Burrow, ready for his birthday the next day. Harry was also awaiting Dobby’s visit. Under no circumstances would Harry agree with Dobby's demand to stay away from Hogwarts. He didn’t know it back then, but Dobby was trying to make a magical contract with him so he wouldn’t be able to go back to Hogwarts. He didn't accept it then, and he wasn't going to let Dobby trick him into accepting it now.


Eleven o’clock came around before Harry thought it was safe to go downstairs. He left the snores of Ron in their bedroom and crept along the hallway to the stairs. When he crept past Ginny’s bedroom door Harry noticed it was still shut. Was Ginny staying in tonight? Harry wondered and was just about to go back to bed when the door opened. Ginny came walking out and not looking at where she was going, crashed headlong into him.


Ginny suddenly opened her mouth, but Harry quickly placed his hand over her mouth, muffling her screams. Not wasting not a moment, he began awkwardly dragging her towards the stairs. He hesitated before dragging her down the stairs, silently praying that the creaks and groans of the stairs as well as the thumps of Ginny's kicking feet weren't heard by the rest of the family. At the bottom of the stairs, Ginny had calmed to the point where she stopped kicking uselessly. Instead, she kicked the one of the last stairs furiously demolishing her captor's balance. Tipping precariously, Harry fell and tumbled down the last few steps. Without someone to hold her up, Ginny succumbed to gravity and landed on him soon after.


It took a minute but the redhead finally recovered enough to push herself up. “Harry?” Ginny whispered out. “You prat!” Ginny slapped him across the back as she got off of him. “What are you trying to do give me a heart attack? I thought you were a burglar.”


“Sorry Gin.” Harry moaned out. “Didn't want you screaming and waking up the whole house.” He winced as she jabbed him viciously with a finger.


“Are you okay? Does this HURT?”


“O-of course n-not,” he hissed. It did actually, but he wisely chose not to say anything.


“You're fine then, you big baby. C’mon get up.” She said with an innocent smile. She left his prone body and stood up at the foot of the stairs. Then she crouched in front of the Boy-Who-Lived who almost died from falling down the stairs and being flattened by a heavy girl. “What are you doing up anyway?”


“I wanted to watch you fly tonight, maybe offer you a tip or two.” came the reply from the prone boy as he laid face down.


The smile faded from her face, “Oh.” She grasped his arm and struggled to haul him up, “C'mon, up you go. Can't have you lying here all night.”


Once Harry was up, and they were both outside, Ginny broke the silence, “Harry? Could you show me how to do that barrel roll you do to avoid the bludgers?”


“If you want. But I suggest you get used to the Nimbus first” Harry told her and Ginny eagerly nodded. She didn't run immediately to the shed to pick up his broomstick, however, and the two stood there in silence.


“So it’s your birthday tomorrow…expecting anything?” Ginny asked him.


“I don’t have a clue.” Harry answered her. “At least the party ain’t a surprise this time.”


“Yeah I kind of thought that you would guess a surprise party so I didn’t plan anything like that.” Ginny told him.


“When did you become queen of organising my birthdays.” Harry said with a teasing smile.


“Since I'm your best friend and know everything about you.” Ginny replied. Harry sagged a little when she said she knew everything about him. Truthfully she didn’t. But it wouldn’t stay that way forever. He would eventually tell her. He had to.


When they reached the shed Ginny took a hair clip out of her hair and starting picking the lock.


“You know how to pick the lock?” Harry asked more than slightly amazed.


“Sure, how else did you think I managed to get in here? Your broom is hidden in the back, right?” Ginny asked.

“I thought you used your mother’s wand.” Harry said confused while nodding his head.


“Why would you think that? I’ve never used my mother’s wand before.” Ginny said. “And that also reminds me. You knew about this. I mean before last night. I remember you mentioning it at the quidditch final. How did you know about this?” Ginny mentioned as she was picking the lock.


“Me, oh well, I err…” Harry mumbled out. There was a click, as the shed's door was unlocked.


“I’m waiting for an answer Harry.” Ginny said as she turned around and stood before him with her hands on her hips. She had and a stern look on her face.


“I guessed?” Harry suggested as an excuse.


“You’re keeping secrets from me?” Ginny said in a hurt voice.


“What? No.” Harry said a little too fast.


“Fine don’t tell me.” Ginny sighed. She took the hairclip out of the lock and opened the door.


“It’s not like I like keeping secrets from you.” Harry told her.


“So there are secrets.” Ginny said as she stopped and turned to look at Harry. “Will I ever get to know them?”


“I promise you Ginny.” Harry said now looking fiercely into her eyes. “When the time is right you will know.”


“No chance you’re hiding a big burning passion for little old moi is there?” she joked as she grabbed Harry’s broomstick out of the shed and started walking towards the paddock. There was no reply. She kept her back to him to hide her downcast expression.


Harry was so shocked at her question that he just didn’t know what to say. The past year she had been a little shy around him, now she was acting almost like the confident girl that he had befriended during childhood.


“What’s up Ginny?” Harry asked her.


Ginny frowned at the question. “Sky of course.” she sarcastically said. “What are you talking about?”


“The way you’re acting. You’re not all blushing and you’re actually, god forbid, acting normal again.” Harry said. “You’ve gotten over me?” Harry couldn’t stop the hurt from showing in his voice as they started walking towards the paddock.


“Why do you care? It’s not like you return my feelings for you.” Ginny said.


“Return…” Harry said “you said return.”


“And that means what Harry?” Ginny said as she climbed over the fence that surrounded the paddock.


“You said return instead of returned.” Harry told her with a cocky grin. “Present tense. That means you still like me. I guess I really am unforgettable.”


Ginny sighed. “Why do I have to fancy a damn smart-aleck who is actually smart?” Harry sniggered at that and Ginny hit him in the arm. “Fine, I...I,” she wanted to say something but the words wouldn't come out. Her face reddened in anger, “I like you, okay!” A sullen expression then passed over her face, “I just missed having fun with you because I got all shy around you and it stopped us from hanging out. I missed you that’s all. So I decided that no matter what I feel for you and what I hope may happen between us, I will always be happy because I have your friendship.”


“You will always have my friendship if you want it. No matter what happens.” Harry promised.


“Thanks.” Ginny said with a small hopeful grin. “Right so you’re going to teach me some moves then?”


Harry nodded.


For the next couple of hours, Harry taught Ginny a few of his quidditch tricks. Soon after Ginny managed a Sloth-Grip Roll, they were both up in the air, Ginny struggling to stay away as Harry chased her with Ron's broomstick. It wasn't hard, the Nimbus was just that much better, but Ginny was supposed to use the moves that Harry was teaching her to escape.


Come one-thirty Harry and Ginny flew down to rest. “That was great,” Ginny exclaimed. “You’re a really good teacher Harry.”


“Yeah I think so too.” Harry joked.


“Big headed.” Ginny muttered. “So you had fun?”


“Yeah, I had a lot of fun. I mean its flying.” Harry explained. “I just love flying. No matter how or where I just love flying.”


“Yeah I know what you mean. I just wish my brothers would let me play. I know you always want me to play but the others refused. I don’t mind really. I have better stuff to do.” Ginny said shrugging.


“Better than quidditch?” Harry asked shocked. “What’s better than quidditch?”


“Boys.” Ginny muttered.


“Girls.” Harry muttered loud enough for Ginny to her him.


“I heard that Mr Potter.” Ginny said.


“And what are you going to do about it?” Harry said.


Harry saw a flash of mirth in Ginny’s eyes and he knew instantly that he was in trouble. “I seem to remember when I came to Hogwarts that you promised me a tickling match.” Ginny sang. Harry instantly shot up with wide eyes and started to run with Ginny chasing after him.


“I’ll find you, you know.” Ginny shouted running after him. However, Harry was very quick and ran into the woods to hide. After ten minutes, when Ginny still hadn’t found him, he cautiously walked back to the paddock, keeping an eye out just in case Ginny jumped out from behind a tree.


At the paddock he noticed that the kitchen light was on. Very curious about what was going on he crept up to the kitchen door and peeked inside. Ginny was at the table with a stubborn expression on her face as Mr and Mrs Weasley were standing over her.


“I don't know what you were thinking young lady. Riding a broomstick in the middle of the night. And on top of that you were riding Harry’s broomstick. What do you think he will say when he finds out his best friend has been breaking into the shed and stealing his broomstick to sneak out in the middle of the night and practice quidditch?” Mrs Weasley rattled on and Ginny just stayed quiet, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. “I would expect this of Fred and George but not you Ginevra. What do you think Harry will say when he hears you’ve been stealing from him?”


“Good job, keep it up?” Harry said from the door and Ginny looked up and smiled at him. Mrs Weasley frowned at that. For Arthur, a delighted expression overcame his face.


“Good evening Harry.” Mr Weasley said. “What are you two up to at this late hour?”


“That question is easy. Ginny and I are practising Quidditch.” Harry replied.


“Do Not Take That Tone With Me Harry Potter.” Mrs Weasley hissed out.


“Sorry mum.” Harry mumbled, hoping the use of mum would calm her down. “Ginny sneaks out at night and practices quidditch ‘cause her brothers won’t let her play during the day and she knew that you wouldn’t like her playing quidditch. If it’s any conciliation she’s really good. Picked up the moves brilliantly tonight. If she ever tries out for the team she’ll get on it for sure.”


“Just because she’s good doesn’t give her the right to be out of bed at two o‘clock in the morning running about the garden.” Mrs Weasley said “I don't know what I'm going to do. Don’t think I'm letting you off the hook Harry.” Mrs Weasley said while shaking her finger at him. “I'm grateful that you called me mum, but it won't save you from punishment, neither you nor Ginny. Oh, what am I going to do?” Mrs Weasley burst out while rasing her hands in a helpless gesture.


“Maybe Ginny can escape punishment as a birthday present?” Harry asked hopefully “Like I said it’s my fault really that she has to do this. Her brothers refuse to let her play during the day and I haven't tried hard enough to change their minds. But please just let her off this once. For my birthday?”


“It’s late, we will talk about this tomorrow. Now both of you go to bed.” Mr Weasley said gently, putting a hand on Mrs Weasley’s shoulder and guiding her back to the master bedroom before she had a chance to continue. Harry and Ginny slowly crept up the stairs in silence. On the third floor, Ginny turned around and gave Harry a huge hug.


“Thank you for trying to get me out of trouble.” Ginny said. “You didn't have to though; I could have handled it myself.”


“I know that Ginny.” Harry as he stood there surprised. He slowly closed his arms around her and gave a slight squeeze. “That’s why I had to tell her about myself as well. How could I let you get into trouble without me? Huh? We were doing it together so we should be punished together. I'm not going to leave you behind.”


Ginny broke the hug and smiled at him. “You’re a good friend, you know that right Harry? I know I can always trust you. I don't know why, but no matter what you will always do what’s best for me and not what’s best for yourself. Thank you.” With that she shut the door to her room and Harry walked up to his room with Ron.


‘Yeah.’ Harry thought as he got into bed. ‘I always do what’s best for Ginny. But what is best for Ginny? To let her experience the Chamber Of Secrets and fall in love so she isn’t in a loveless marriage? Or take the diary away from her and have a normal year. But then she will be married to someone she may never love.’ Harry’s thought patterns continued like this until he went into an uneasy sleep. Worried about next year. And what the future might hold.
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