Peragro Tempus
Summary: For all of you who love those HG time travel clichés- The trio and Ginny are catapulted into the past for the journey of their lives that begins, and ends, with Lily and James.AU
R&R
A/N: Now, I know what you're thinking- I've probably read this before, and there's not going to be anything original in here. Well, honestly, if that's true and if you're anything like me in my reading habits, you won't really care. But if you're not, I have to admit that I'm just winging this and, well, I'm not really sure if this is gonna be very original or not. This is AU because HBP basically didn't happen. Oh, and I pretty much suck at grammar, so any tips or corrections would definitely be welcome. Enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: Isn't it rather obvious that I own nothing?
Traveling through the infamous Department of Mysteries (DOM), one may easily become lost without the proper knowledge that allows the employees of this particular department to work with such efficiency and stealth.
Strangely enough, however, a man clad in a hooded cloak so purple it seemed almost black, carrying a rather small package wrapped in a flannel blanket covered in snitches, moved with a staggeringly fast pace through a maze of offices and rooms that held such horrors that had, and will, make lesser men cry. What is truly remarkable, though, was that this man had not been trained for several months, as was the custom with all DoM newbies, in the way of the department's secrets. In fact, he had been to this particular place a limited number of times.
Suddenly, the man mouthed a silent string of curses, having almost stumbled over a rock protruding from the chilled floor. And as he was preparing to laugh at his almost blunder, he tripped over a ketchup-stained napkin. His bundle went hurling towards the floor, but landed with only a slight thump to indicate its existence.
The man gave a hollow laugh and pulled back the hood of his cloak to reveal slightly overgrown, straggly black hair and long bangs obscuring his smoky eyes. He sharply pushed his bangs out of his eyes and stooped down to investigate his charge.
The cloth pushed back revealed a wooden box with a pleated leather top with foreign markings bearing a significant meaning carved lightly in with fading colors and was held to the bottom half of the tiny chest with a delicate golden clasp and miniscule hinges.
The man got the top of the box open with a slight push of his fingers, holding his breath and looking as if the world would cease to exist if the object inside was not intact. Thankfully for him, it was, and he let out a relieved sigh at the sight of a small, seemingly insignificant necklace with a glass orb hovering inside the bold silver loop that stood out bravely from the gold chain it hung upon.
Seemingly deciding something on the spot, the man carefully took out the chained masterpiece, and held it carefully in his hands, as if cradling a precious glass child that would break at too great a pressured touch. Putting the gold chain around his wrist and holding onto the silver loop with the curious glass orb gently in his hand, taking care not to crush the hovering, and now glowing, orb he set off again.
As the man hurried up his speed, his cloak's tail swishing quickly behind him in an eerie fashion, the orb's light grew in strength and, just as the man prepared to swear silently once more, it exploded, glass shards ripping into the man, he let the chain drop with a slight 'clink' to the stoned floor. Looking as if he was almost in tears, the man dropped down to pick up the necklace, just as it began to hover itself, seemingly mocking the now in pieces glass orb. It, too, began to glow, and just as the man was about to mentally prepare himself to reach out and pluck it out of the air, it vanished with a squishing sound.
Apparently choosing to give up his "silent" journey, the man swore violently, appearing as if the words he was almost shouting would knock his frail body over, barely noticing the wave of huge magic that was emanating from the spot where the shattered remains of the glass orb and the necklace had suddenly vanished.
Without him noticing, a old man, probably one of the oldest still alive, in an undisclosed location, grinned broadly, acting like Christmas, Easter, Halloween, and his birthday had come together to surprise him and say that they would, from this day forth, come everyday that he wished just for him (in other words, like nothing could ever get him out of his good mood).
He looked at his companion with his grin on his face, and said to her happily, "By gosh, Minerva McGonagall, he's finally done it. I must admit I was getting a little worried that it would never happen. Then where would we be?"
His female counterpart, although looking much younger and considerably less excited, as if she would rather be in bed, grinned a little, albeit smugly, and replied coolly, "Albus Dumbledore," she said mockingly to the face of one of the greatest wizards alive. "You and I both know that you knew Mr. Black was going to succeed, no matter how many doubts I might have had. Well, would you like me to go get Mr. Potter now?"
"I don't believe that will be necessary, Ms. McGonagall, as I see you'll find Mr. Potter and his friends right outside our door at this very moment. And, they will be pleased to know, they may enter whenever they do please," Dumbledore said, still grinning.
Two boys (one with messy black hair and the other with a lanky body and original red hair) and two girls (one with bushy brown hair and the other with hair like fire that was slightly darker than her older brother's redhead) walked in sheepishly.
"It's quite alright, you four, and I must say I am impressed that you made it here without being caught by Mr. Filch," the old wizard announced, his blue eyes twinkling treacherously bright.
"Yeah, of course we did. How do you think we managed all that stuff over the years?" Harry intoned. "Anyway, what did you want us here for?"
"Right, right. Well, Harry, you and your friends here will be going back in time to protect a group of people, and, if you can manage it, get them a bit more trained up. And don't worry, Ms. Granger, I do remember you four being there and the people who were supposed to live survived while you were protecting them," Dumbledore said.
Hermione's mouth dropped open at hearing her question answered before she had even voiced it, but realizing she was in the presence of someone Harry often called omniscient, she thought silently that she ought to not be surprised.
"Alright then, when do we leave? Do we need to bring our stuff? Will we be staying at Hogwarts?" Ginny asked impatiently.
"You'll be leaving right now. Yes, Ms. Weasley, you will need to bring your trunks, shrunken, of course, for the trip. They are right over there, in that corner. And, as the teens you will be protecting will be in Hogwarts, in their seventh year, you will be staying here," Professor McGonagall answered amusedly.
Just as they were about to ask how they were to get to leaving, a glowing sphere of light appeared in front of Harry. Its light growing stronger and brighter until everyone in the room but Harry thought they might go blind. Gradually, the light receded, leaving the necklace with the gold chain and silver loop with the hovering glass orb still inside the loop hanging right in front of Harry (who was, for the record, looking as if he, too, would rather be in bed at that moment).
"Well, go on. Pick it up, Harry. It's the way you four are going to be traveling to the past," Dumbledore urged.
As Harry plucked it out of the air, a glow surrounded him and he could feel it bonding with his magic and it seemed now as if there was more magic inside of him now.
"Good, good Harry, it has bonded with you. Getting back to business, you will be going back to the year 1973. You four will protect the Marauders in their seventh year at Hogwarts, and, yes, that does include the rat, along with your mother, Harry. Oh, and Ms. Weasley, you will be moving up to seventh year, seeing as you have completed almost all of your sixth year and you three will also be in your seventh year again," Dumbledore said. "I'll also need you to give the past me this letter so that I'll know that you four are not death eaters. When you get there, tell only those you truly trust the truth."
"Alright, sir," the four replied.
"You'll be leaving now, so good bye," Dumbledore said, his impossibly large grin widening even more at their shocked faces.
Just after Dumbledore finished saying his farewell, Harry's new keepsake began to glow, and all at once the four friends were swept up in a tide of light that caused the two adults in the room to shut their eyes, and when they opened them, they found nothing but air remained of the teens.
A/N: Well, how did you like it? Tell me! Review! Thanks.
