Harry turned back time. The day was knew and the battle not yet started. Harry knew what he had to do, first, he went and found himself.

He found himself alone, which was hard. It wasn't until his past self had to pee that he was able to do what was needed.

"Harry." He said. His past self turned around to see... him. Before anything was said, he continued. "Not a word. I'm you from the future. We need to trade spots. This is the time turner. Turn it forward 4 turns. The was is almost over and far to many people are dead. I can stop it from happening but you have to trust me." His past self looked at him "how do I know this isn't a trick?" He asked, though he had a feeling it was all real. The future Potter thought for a moment. "The snitch said 'I open at the close'" he said. Satisfied and confused, past Harry went to the future and Future Harry stayed. Upon their switch Harry felt a sting in his scar. Dumbledore had warned him that if they switch places, he would regain the piece of Voldemort that made him a horcrux. A side effect of the time magic that allowed their switch. He sighed and walked back to his friends, who suspected nothing.

A few hours later, the teachers at Hogwarts were putting the protective shield up. Voldemort watched in amusement. Before a could do anything though, a voice called out to him. It was Harry Potter.

"Tom! Stop!" He yelled. Voldemort's army shuffled, but were silence by the dark lord. "Come to die Harry?" He asked, he was completely in shock, but played it off well. Harry wouldn't meet his eyes. "If that's what it'll take. But first, I want to talk to you. Alone." Highly on guard, the dark lord obliged and followed Harry. A few of his followers followed a ways away for protection, just out of earshot.

The whole walk through the woods Harry let him mind wander. He knew where he was going, so he couldn't focus on it much. Flashes of the war he'd seen. Death, loss, and sorrow. It was all his fault. People died because if him. Now they have a second chance, but he feels foolish. Maybe he'll get lucky and die. Oh how Harry craves death. He just, can't do this anymore. With any luck he'll get Voldemort to leave and go back into hiding after he kills him.

Voldemort followed. Why was he following this boy? He could kill him now and be done. Still, curiosity overwhelmed the dark lord. Once they had reached a small clearing, Harry stopped. Voldemort looked around. Why was this spot familiar? Hmm...

Harry turned around meeting the Dark Lord's eyes once again. Voldemort saw the dull hopelessness in Harry. The tired, boy. The boy who lived, but did he really. There was no passion, no fire, no light in Harry's eyes. Voldemort was stunned.

Potter spoke, snapping the dark lord out of his staring. Was he just staring? No. No way. "I need to make a deal with you Voldemort." Harry said. The Dark Lord's head snapped up. "What did you just say?" He asked, unsure of what he heard. "I need to make a deal with you." "No, after that." Harry looked confused. "Voldemort?" "That. How do you say my name so easily? No fear." Harry shrugged. "It's just a name." Voldemort was in thought as Harry continued. "The terms of the deal are this. You kill me. Kill the Horcrux inside me and then, you leave. Leave everyone unharmed, and never come back." Again, Voldemort was shocked. "How did you know?" Harry shrugged again tiredly. "Why should I agree? I could just as easily kill you now and go after everyone else after. What would make me keep my promise I wounder. I hope you were planing on making an unbreakable vow. Surly you know I am above such magic." Voldemort smiled cruelly. Harry, unaffected, just stared. He looked so tired. So done with trying. "I was just planing on trusting you word to be honest."

The dark lord stared a moment. "So, I kill you and walk away with nothing but my word that I won't kill everyone of your friends? How foolish are you? My word is good for nothing, surly you know that." Voldemort laughed coldly.

Harry sighed. "I know. Still, I have to ask. Can you, Voldemort give me your word that no one else will have to die?" Voldemort sneered. He was quite entertained. "You know what Harry, I'll think about it. Still, why did you drag me out here? Too ashamed to ask in front of everyone?" He teased. Harry shook his head. "No, I just thought that this would be were I want to die if it would be by your hand. This is the spot I first met you. My first year of Hogwarts."

Voldemort looked around, he could even see the roots that Harry had fallen into. In fact, Harry had positioned himself so he'd fall right there again when he body went limp. The dark lord snickered at this. Still, Harry's eyes were starting to haunt him. So empty. Why not have a little fun with the boy who lived?

Voldemort raised his wand, Harry didn't even flinch, though he thought was gonna die. Voldemort's heart sank a little. He knew Harry thought he was gonna die, but the boy looked so relieved. In the split second, Harry looked hopeful as he waited for death.

"Memoria!!!" He cast, hitting Harry straight in the chest. Harry fell back comfortably. The world went fuzzy for Voldemort for a moment. He held out just long enough to sit himself next to the unconscious chosen one.

A ways away His followers heard him cast the spell. They were all to far away they weren't affected, but they could still hear the spell. They decided to inform the others of the spell after casting protection spells around their leader. The war stayed in a frozen silence as word spread of the spell. No one knew why is had been cast, but a temporary truce was declared until the leaders of both sides were back. Even the dark side agreed it was best to wait.