Time Forward
Disclaimer: JK Rowling created the Potterverse, I'm just making a few speculations on the subject
Summary: Ron Weasley travels forward in time with a means of a spell of Hermione's gone right. There, he befriends the group who call themselves the New Age Marauders: Anna Chang Potter, her twin John, Holly Granger Weasley, her brother Roger, and David and Raid Macmillan. What's worse, is the fact that he finds himself falling for Anna, who is the daughter of his best friend Harry Potter and a former Ravenclaw, Cho Chang.
A/N: contrary to your normal time travel story, I'm sending Ron Weasley twenty years forward, where he has a few unexpected surprises...It might proceed very slowly, but I'll try to finish this one. Oh, and thanks to whoever first came up with the idea of the New Age Marauders. Cheers.
The Houses and the New Age Marauders:
Anna – Gryffindor
John – Slytherin
David and Roger – Ravenclaw
Raid and Holly – Hufflepuff
Time Forward
Chapter One – A Spell Gone Right
April 5, 1997
Ronald Weasley tugged along his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. The two of them were animatedly discussing the Charms homework, which was exactly thee next subject they went to. Of course, Ron managed to tune the two out in order to concentrate on his own problems.
I have to stand up to five older brothers AND outstrip them all. Bloody hell.
Here, Ron could not help but mimic his mother.
You've got to set up a positive example to Ginny, Ronald. Made sure you do so.
Ron sighed noisily.
Bloody hell, he mused silently, listing for a thousandth time the achievements of his brothers.
Bill, the eldest, was a Head Boy and successfully working as a Curse Breaker for Gringotts. Charlie, the next in age, was the most brilliant Seeker in Gryffindor, plus he was a team Captain. Percy, the pain one, as Ron silently termed him, worked in Ministry. The respect of his shot up after all the events – the return of Voldemort, the battle at the Ministry...His head blew up, and Percy decidedly rejected to be a part of the family anymore.
Here, Ron smirked silently.
Put an example like that? No way. Now, Fred-and-George...
He grinned, remembering the spectacular exit of the twins a year ago. They throughoutly irritated the then Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor Dolores Umbridge, got Peeves the Poltergeist to continue the mayhem caused by them, plus stretched out their Weasley's Wizarding Wheezez fame.
They were doing what they wanted to do, and that was an example Ron wanted to follow. However, he wanted to become an Auror.
- Ron? Ron! – the voice of Hermione broke through his daydream, and she sounded extremely irritated.
Ron snapped out of his daydream.
- Yes, 'Mione, was it something you wanted?
Harry snickered, grinning at him.
- I take it you did not hear a single word any of us had said? – he quieried. Ron nodded dejectedly.
I can't even follow the basic conversation of my two best friends, how the bloody hell am I supposed to set a 'perfect example'? he thought.
- Earth to Ron, - Harry called. – We arrived, - he grinned, noticing a look of surprise clearly written on his best friend's face.
- Oh. – Was all Ron could manage, as he followed through after Hermione, who huffed indignantly and threw up her hands.
- Honestly, Ron!
The two friends snickered, and Harry's snicker turned into a broad smile, as he continued looking over Ron's shoulder.
- What? – Ron demanded, before remembering that it was one of the classes they had with the seventh year Ravenclaws, thanks to the new system of security. Harry's smile could mean only one thing.
- Hi, Harry! – said a bright, all too familiar voice of a Ravenclaw Seeker, who approached behind him without him noticing.
- Hey, Cho.
Ron shook his head dejectedly, pairing up with Hermione, as Harry happily chattered away with the object of his affection, Cho Chang. Harry had a lot of mixed feelings lately, but he and Cho figured out their mutual attraction since the beginning of the Trio's sixth year. Now Ron was almost ready to wager that they were way past the casual snogging stage.
- Mental, they are, - he muttered under his breath.
- Ronald Weasley, pay attention to what you're doing! – Hermione's shriek successfully pulled Ron from his speculations about Harry and Cho, returning his attention to an angry Gryffindor right in front of him.
- Okay, okay, 'Mione, I'm paying attention, - he muttered.
- Right then, - she said, and begun to talk about the charm they were about to practice.
- As you know, this charm is supposed to work only, and only if the person upon whom it's being cast, lost something and tries to find it. It's also able to activate the means to help that person, by sending him or her either back or forward in time to help them find whatever it is they lost. Usually, that person lost an emotion, and they have to find it. Finding an emotion takes a lot more of time to find rather than a thing, but it's something that needs to be found. And no matter how much time passes either in the past or in the future, once the person found that what they've been searching for, they go back or forward to exactly the same time, same place, and same very minute the spell was cast on them.
Hermione paused to take a breath, and Ron grinned despite himself. It always amused him at the amount of information Hermione could remember at the necessary time.
- Of course, that person will, undoubtedly, end up in the Hospital Wing for a while, - she finished, ignoring Harry and Cho's groans, as they, too, realized the effects it could take. – But a bit of time to recover from this particular spell is always nice.
- Okay, but you'll tell me how many others ended up in the Hospital wing if I will, - Ron replied gamely. – you go first, - he added, as spells flew around the room.
Hermione's spell was dimmed by a sudden sensation of wind whistling in his ears. Ron tried to look around, and found that everything around him was blurry, as through he fell through some...what was it Harry called that phenomenon?
April 5, 2017
He groaned, sitting up. He shook his head, realising that wherever he was, he no longer was in the Charms classroom. Ron checked his wand that thankfully was still in his pockets, and gingerly stood up.
- Hey, are you okay? – asked a worried voice.
Ron looked around in the direction of the voice and nearly jumped. Standing right in front of him was a seventeen year old girl with midnight black, extremely messy hair that fell down to her waist. Her eyes were a startling green, and Ron did not wonder for long where else he saw those eyes. Harry. Except that this girl did not wear glasses. Her figure was small and wiry for the girl of her age – she barely came up to Ron's shoulder. The robes she was wearing were of deep burgundy colour with golden trim and a Hogwarts crest on her chest – at the same place where Ron's Gryffindor House crest was.
Seeing Ron gaping at her in surprise, she grinned in apology.
- I know you're probably looking at the mess of my hair. – The girl shrugged, and flashed a bright grin. – they just don't want to lie like they should.
- Oh, - Ron grinned lightly. – To answer your first question, yeah, I'm all right. I...Er...just suffered a brief disorientation here.
It was the girl's turn to critically look him over.
- Are you new? – she asked. – I don't remember seeing you around before.
Ron blew a sigh of relief. He was afraid of the awkward question he'd be asked sooner or later.
- Yes, I'm new.
- Well, then, somebody must have given you a bunch of old robes, - she declared, giving him a critical once over. – but seeing as you are of Gryffindor...Did you get lost?
- Yeah I did. You see, it's my first day here, and I was...er...going to find...Say, what year it is, again?
The girl looked at him as if he was nuts.
- It's April fifth of the year 2017, - she said. – And if you don't remember anything, I suggest you go and see Headmistress McGonagall, she could fill you in on the most recent events.
Ron felt his brains getting hot from the overload.
Whoa, 'Mione's spell indeed worked, he thought in a daze. I went FORWARD in time, none the less. Like, twenty years forward. Only now there is this tiny problem – I have to find whatever emotion I lost in here.
- I guess I'd better do so, - he replied aloud gratefully. – The office hasn't moved anywhere, has it?
- Nope, it's still on the same place, - the girl grinned. – You know, behind the Gargoyle. The password is Lemon Drop.
- Thanks. – Ron was ready to sprint in the familiar direction of the office, when the girl called after him.
- Wait, what's your name?
- Uh... - Ron realised he had to think quickly. – James. James MacDougal. And you are?
The girl flashed a brilliant smile at him.
- Anna. Anna Chang Potter. Well, James Macdougal, I guess I'll see you back in the common room I've got some business to finish. – With a wave, Anna disappeared behind a corner, leaving a stupefied Ron gaping at the place where she had just stood.
- Anna Chang Potter? – He whispered and shook his head, trying to clear it. – Bloody hell.
Giving up at trying to figure out what's going on completely, Ron trudged in the familiar direction of Professor McGonagall's office.
- Well, a time in the Hospital Wing is official for me after 'Mione's spell wears off, - he mused aloud, shaking his head in amusement, as through the Gargoyle could talk.
– Lemon Drop, - he said to the statue, and the staircase took him up to the office.
A/N: Up next, the interview with the school's Headmistress; and James MacDougal meets the Marauders
