Title: Going Back to Save them All

Rating: T

Summary: Harry Potter goes to bed as an old man and wakes up in his eleven year old body. Seeing this as a chance to rid the world of Voldemort early he decides to make some changes.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 8

Halloween came around and, like before, Ron had insulted Hermione. Harry shook his head when he thought about what had happened, before, when Quirrell had sent the troll and it had almost killed her. Harry knew about bullying and what damage it could do. Harry decided to stop the damage and go to the girl's bathroom.

"Go away," Hermione told him.

"I'm not 'going away,' Hermione," Harry told her, "I'm staying right here until you get your face out of that stall and talk to me."

It opened and she poked her head out.

"Okay, you can leave."

"No, we're going to talk," Harry told her, "And I know a place to talk."

And he dragged her out. They chose an unused classroom and Harry placed spells over it so that no one could hear them.

"Now, what's wrong?" Harry asked her.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"And it's going to go on until you do something stupid," Harry told her, "This is about Ron, isn't it?"

Hermione looked at him but nodded.

"He's been bullying you, hasn't he," Harry figured out.

"Yes, and no one does anything about it," Hermione told him. "He even bullies Neville and makes fun of the fact that he doesn't have parents."

"Hermione, you're going to have to stand up for yourself," he said, "Laying down and letting him walk all over you doesn't make it right. And Neville needs to stand up to him as well."

"He tries but Ron pushes him back down."

"Then I think that I need to take care of matters," Harry told her.

"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked.

"Oh nothing, just have a talk with his mother," Harry told her, "Of course I'm going to need a bit of help."

Hermione looked a bit confused.

"Come along, let's have a talk with Dumbledore about using a certain pensive."

Several days later Harry was walking from the Hufflepuff common room when he caught sight of the owls. He had allowed Snape to get the memories from both Hermione and Neville and Dumbledore had Mrs. Weasley come to the castle. The owl that was coming for Ron would be the end result of what she had seen. He entered just as a scream filled the Great Hall.

"HOW DARE YOU BULLY MEMBERS OF YOUR OWN HOUSE? I'VE NEVER BEEN SO ASHAMED OF MY OWN SON AND A GRYFFINDOR TOO BOOT. IF I FIND OUT THAT YOUR DOING IT AGAIN I WILL HAVE YOU REMOVED AND YOU WILL BE HOME SCHOOLED."

Oh how he loved Mrs. Weasley.

"So are you coming to the match?" Hermione asked Harry.

"No," Harry answered. "I'm working on something and I don't need to hear screaming morons."

"Oh, a project," Hermione said, excited.

"Yeah, I'm pretty excited about it," Harry told her.

"Well can I come?" she asked him.

"Sure," Harry said, "And invite Neville. I doubt that he wants to see the house that bullies him win, or lose."

"Yeah, I know he'll come."

So while the rest of the school was busy watching the game Harry added the last of the ingredients to his potion. It turned purple, just like he knew that it should. He added it to a vial of blood that he had gotten from Remus, charmed to show the poison. The three of them watched as it turned from silver and red to red. Severus took the blood and added a couple of drops to a slide, and then looked under the scope.

"It's normal," he told them. "I can't believe it, you created the cure."

Hermione and Neville both screamed in delight. This was much better than any match.

"I will have to show this to several masters and then, if they like what they see, you will gain the rights to have this potion brewed and the money that goes with it."

"I didn't do it for the money," Harry told him, "I did it to break any hold that You-Know-Who might have over them."

"I'm sure that many families will be thanking you."

Harry smiled at him.

A week later Harry got a letter from the Most Excellent Society of Potioneers but waited until he was in his dorm to read it.

Mr. Potter,

The potion that you've invented has been cleared for human testing. Seven werewolves, both old and young, will be chosen. If they can go through three full moons without changing then they will be declared cured. You will gain the patent for the potion and any profits that come from it.

Sincerely,

Madam Amanda Walters

Head of the Society

Harry grinned and put the letter away. He was several steps away from proving that he was more than 'the famous Harry Potter.'

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"What is in the letter, Severus?" Dumbledore asked his Potions Master.

"It's from the Most Excellent Society of Potioneers," he told the Headmaster, "It seems that, if what Potter created works, that I will gain some attention."

"Yes, Kingsley told me about the potion," He said, "It amazes me that Mr. Potter was able to invent something that might be able to help. Though, with how the Potter's gained their fortune it doesn't surprise me. Lily was very gifted in the subject."

"Yes, I'm glad that Potter gained that from her," Severus told him. "The people that take it must go through three full moons and then they will be declared cured."

"It will put a dent in Greyback's pack," Flitwick told them.

"I agree," Severus said and he put the letter away.

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The month of November continued and all around him everyone was talking about the coming of the Christmas break. Harry was going to stay at Hogwarts instead of returning home. He has asked Severus to allow Remus to be among those that were allowed to take part in the testing. He had gotten a letter back from Remus, telling him that he had been chosen.

"Are you nervous about what might happen," Hermione asked him.

"Of course I am," Harry said, "This is really important and the help that it will give those that need it."

"Are you afraid that the Ministry will force people to take it that don't want to?"

"Yeah, Hermione, I am," Harry said. "I hope that it doesn't come to it, but I'm not going to ignore that it could happen."

"Or someone will try and take you out."

Harry knew that she had a point and that's what scared him most of all.