Oh, time travel in the HP fandom is this incredible sandbox. The best ones for me are never just about fixing things—they're about consequences. Like, you send Harry back, but he's still carrying all that grief and trauma; he's not a blank slate. A story that really got me was one where adult Harry goes back to his first year and tries to befriend young Tom Riddle, thinking he can prevent everything. The emotional core wasn't in the clever plot twists, but in watching Harry slowly realize he's becoming a mentor and maybe even caring for this kid, all while knowing the monster he'll become. That internal conflict, the sickening hope mixed with dread, is what hooks me.
I need the characters to feel real in their new context. A thirty-year-old Hermione stuck in her eleven-year-old body should act like a thirty-year-old, frustrated and awkward, not just a smarter kid. The emotional engagement comes from that disconnect—the loneliness of knowing the future, the weight of secrets, the temptation to change everything and the fear of making it worse. When the writing makes me feel that burden alongside the character, I'm sold. That's the good stuff.