To Fix the Pain[A Harry Potter Fanfiction]

With everything that has come up with JKR recently, I felt that I needed to use my tiny voice in the Harry Potter community to speak about her comments towards the trans community. These comments are not only ignorant but completely damaging and hurtful. Trans people are people period. I am sorry that any other opinions exist. I am sorry for the trans community, and especially trans people who are huge fans of the Harry Potter books.

Resources:

Trevor Project Suicide/Lifeline: 1-866-488-7386

Info and FAQ on what Trans/Gender Identity means for some people: https://www.thetrevorproject.org/trvr_support_center/trans-gender-identity/

Guide to being an ally: https://www.thetrevorproject.org/resources/trevor-support-center/a-guide-to-being-an-ally-to-transgender-and-nonbinary-youth/

A master list of Trans resources and organizations: https://www.glaad.org/transgender/resources

Know your rights: https://transequality.org/know-your-rights

***DISCLAIMER****

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS!!!! IT ALL BELONGS TO JK R*WLING (sadly) :(

Chapter Playlist:

Doctor Who Theme Song (for time traveling)

Missing You- Starkid(Harry misses everyone who died)

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Running.

I was running.

Fear.

I was afraid.

The darkness in these halls had no comfort in what I was running from. Or to.

I passed a torch, and in those five seconds of light, I saw familiar halls with familiar paintings. I knew exactly where I was. I was at Hogwarts.

I saw an image flash through my mind, and I saw the person who I most hated there. I picked up speed and rounded the corner.

I panted. It wasn't from the exertion of the run; it was from the adrenaline of running to the dark haired boy with the twisted smile.

This time I was going to destroy him. He wasn't going to be a nightmare anymore. I slowed down as I approached two huge doors. I knew that he was going to be expecting me. How could I gain the upper hand in this?

I got my wand out, and went to the other corner of the great hall. I tapped my wand on three bricks on the wall and entered the passageway that Fred and George showed me after the Chamber incident. I smiled. Oh, how ironic. The way that I was going to end the Chamber incident was to go through the place where I was most damaged about the incident.

I came across the rickety old stairs and descended them. I walked a little further down the cobwebed path and came to the trap door. I placed an illusion spell on the trap door to make it look like that stone in the great hall was still in it's normal place. I then put on a disillusionment charm on myself. I opened the trap door and went into the Great Hall. The Hose tables were gone, which made the room look bigger than it actually was.

"Ginerva Weasly."

That cold voice that sent shivers down her spine came from behind her. Ginny turned around and cancelled the spell. There was no use using it now. He already knew that she was there.

"Tom Riddle." Ginny said in the same tone.

Lord Voldemort's red eyes glittered.

"It looks like you still have that same cheek that you had in your first year." He sneered.

"We'll have to fix that."

Tom shot a green spell at her, and she whispered the protego shield and she opened her eyes.

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My neck ached.

It felt like I had fallen asleep on the couch, which I now realized, I had. With Harry.

They must of fallen asleep during their late-night talks in front of the fireplace again. I not-so-fondly remembered the first time that happened and was woken up from a delightfully nice sleep with Ron screaming at the both of them.

I then remembered Hermione saying that she would never snuggle with him on the couch again if he didn't apologize. He came up to Harry and I, got down on his knees and begged for forgiveness.

Ahh, good memories.

I got up and got a glass of water from the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table. I looked at the clock and saw that it was two in the morning. After the war, the kitchen table was the place to be at this time. I guess that means that the war was really behind us. Oh, we would still have those nightmares, but those wounds have faded into scars that would be looked over as time went on.

This nightmare was the first that I had in a couple of months. That certainly was an improvement. I wish that I really would have that opportunity to defeat Tom Riddle, just to get my own revenge, but there is no way now. Harry already defeated that monster, and saved everyone that was left from dying.

It was weird to live life without Fred. Even after he graduated Hogwarts he was always there during Holidays and over the summer. There was always George, but he was never the same after what happened. The Weasly's weren't the only ones that were lost because of the war. Remus and Tonks were never going to meet their son who lived with Andy right now, but would be given to Harry and I once they had a place of their own.

So many other people were lost Collin Creevry, Lavender Brown, Sirius, Snape, Dumbledore, Neville's parents, and Harry's parents. These wars have taken so many loved ones.

What if I could get my desire of pissing off Voldemort in hell and get back the war's casualties. An idea sparked in my head. No, it was crazy. I knew it would be possible because of the project that Hermione was working on in the Department of Mysteries. If I did my plan there would be no going back.

I then heard somebody cry out in pain in their sleep. I knew that the suffering could go on not much longer. I wanted my kids to know about Uncle Fred and play with the Marauders. I wanted to talk to Neville's parents and play pranks on Snape. I wanted Dumbledore's wise advise in times of great need. They may not need us anymore, but we need them.

I slowly went upstairs and snuck into Hermione's room. Her bed was absent and a twinge of fear went in my stomach, before I realized that she must be with Ron. Bloody hypocrite.

I swiped the brand new time turner that Hermione just made with her crew at the Department of Mysteries, and went downstairs. I was halfway out the door, before I realized that I should probably take some of my stuff and leave a note for Harry because he goes crazy over this stuff.

I took out an enchanted bag that had the logo for my favorite muggle book that Hermione loaned to me: Pride and Prejudice. I took a couple of my weasly sweaters and a couple changes of clothes. I packed some toiletries and my brush. I wrapped my Gryffindor scarf around my neck, and stole down to where Harry was sleeping. I wrote him a quick note saying that I had a dream and felt the need to get out and that I should be back within the next couple of days. I then saw the Marauder's Map wiped clean on the side of the table. I took that too, in case it got bad back in the 80s and finally strode out the door.

I walked to the apparation point and apparated to Godric's Hollow.

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Just started rewriting this, so I apologize if this gets confusing. It has been bothering me that this used to be crappy fanfiction was my more popular fanfiction. Seriously, my Hunger Games one is so much better. Oh and check out the video on the side it is totally awesome :)

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