I Open at the Close

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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."