What If?

Chapter One-Time Turners Discovered

A/N: hey guys! Just so you guys know the basic plotline of this story, it's what (in my world) would have happened if Voldemort had never killed Lily and James or anyone else that he did. And just so u guys kno, I really wouldn't mind if you pressed that little button placed conveniently at the bottom of you screen! (you kno, the one that says "Submit a Review" and just keeps calling your name.) hope you guys like this cuz its my first ff. (I have another one that I submitted b4 this one, but I started What If awhile before I wrote that one. For anyone that's interested it's a Titanic one-shot called Going Home. ) Oh, and just so u guys know, in a couple of chapters I put in some song lyrics, but while I'm typing this, my internet is down, so if the words aren't exactly right, don't hurt me! I have to do it by memory, but my memory sux…so for any hard-core Linkin Park and Hoobastank fans out there, (and any fans of the other songs I use) don't kill me if the lyrics are wrong! Im sorry! Oh, and this story takes place after Half-Blood Prince, so if you haven't read that yet, don't you dare read this ff! it'll give to much away and you won't understand a lot of it.

anyway, here it is! ibelieveinsnorkacks

Disclaimer: A couple weeks ago I had this really awesome dream where I went to Hogwarts, and my incredibly strange mind was the one that had thought of the whole HP world, but then my alarm clock woke up, and my name wasn't Joanne Rowling anymore.

Harry Potter lay on his four-poster bed, thinking. It was three days after Dumbledore's funeral, and they still hadn't fixed the Hogwarts Express. The students had all gotten on after the funeral, as planned, but when the driver had tried to start the train, the engine had blown up. Normally, any of the staff could have fixed this problem with a Reparo spell, but there were too many little pieces. A new engine was on it's was, but this too was taking awhile. So, as Harry lay on his bed reflecting on the events of the past week, he could not help but feel that he was going to be here for a very long time indeed.

Well, at least I can spend some more peaceful time with Ron and Hermione before looking for those Horcruxes, Harry thought with a sigh.

Hearing people coming up the staircase, Harry leaped up and grabbed his invisibility cloak, not wanting to have to deal with the questions of his dorm mates, as it was now common knowledge that Harry had been there when Dumbledore died. Throwing the cloak on himself, Harry grabbed the Marauders Map, and turned to face the door, just as it banged open, knocking him over, so that the cloak showed part of his leg and his glasses went flying somewhere to the right of him.

"Harry! Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you hurt?"

Harry could make out a bush of brown through the haze that accompanied him when he lost his glasses.

"Oi, you ok mate?"

Something tall, lanky, and red helped him to his feet.

"Ron, Hermione?" Squinting, Harry could just make out the forms of his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"Here you go", chuckling, Ron handed him his glasses, which, surprisingly, hadn't broken when they fell.

Muttering a quick word of thanks, Harry got up and brushed himself off.

"I was about to go for a walk, do you guys want to come with me?" Harry asked, looking at them through his newly reinstated vision.

"Harry, you know we're not supposed to leave our common rooms after dark, it's not allowed."

Trust Hermione to say something like that. Harry thought, somewhat amused.

"Has that ever stopped me before?"

After a few minutes, Ron and Harry finally succeeded in persuading Hermione to come with them.

Walking the corridors, Harry was keeping watch on the Marauders Map, when suddenly he bumped into a suit of armor. Falling, the cloak was wrenched off Hermione, while Ron tripped on the cloak and fell on top of Harry. Trying to untangle themselves from each other and the invisibility cloak, they failed to notice the black dot labeled Minerva McGonagall moving swiftly towards them, from one end of the corridor. Finally back on their feet, Harry grabbed the map, while Ron grabbed the cloak. Noticing the black dot, Harry gasped, looking around for an empty classroom. Finding one, he pushed Ron and Hermione in, closing the door behind himself not a moment to late. Ahs the door clicked shut, McGonagall turned the corner, where she would have had a clear view of the three. Looking around, he saw Ron and Hermione sitting on desks behind him.

"I think we're in McGonagall's room" Hermione whispered.

Looking around once again, Harry and Ron saw that she was right.

"I wonder if she's cleaned out her desk yet." Ron said curiously.

"I dunno, let's go find out." Harry replied, equally curious.

"No, we mustn't, that's Professor McGonagall's private chambers, we can't go in there!"

"Hermione, in case you haven't noticed, now that Dumbledore's gone, she's headmistress, which means she gets Dumbledore's old office."

"Yes, but Harry, it's still not right."

"Alright, then you stay here while Ron and I go."

Ron, who had by this time already opened the door, walked in.

"Blimey, I always knew she was neat, but this is crazy!" exclaimed Ron.

Harry, who had just walked in the room, followed by a huffing Hermione, couldn't agree more.

Even though she hadn't been in her office for almost a week, there was not one speck of dust in the whole room. Every book had a neat, tidy place on a book shelf, her desk top was void of all papers, the candles looked as though they had never been used, and even the fireplace didn't have a speck of ash in it, the logs sitting in a neat little pile.

Opening her desk drawers, Harry found nothing in any of the drawers on the left. Ron, however, who was looking in the drawers on the right, had just opened the last drawer on the bottom.

"Bloody hell, what's all this stuff doing here?" Ron asked, his eyes wide in shock.

"What is it Ron?" asked Hermione, who was sitting in an armchair near the fire with her arms crossed.

"Just about everything that McGonagall has ever taken from a student before!" Ron exclaimed, still wide eyed.

With Harry's help, the two boys managed to empty everything from the drawer (which must have had an expanding charm placed on it) onto the floor.

Sorting through everything, they laid it all into a line, finding everything from Puking Pastilles to Fanged Frisbees, occasionally with comments like "Harry, it's your rubber haddock's head from the sword fight we had in 4th year! Remember, we used Fred and George's fake wands!" and

"Look, it's a love potion! It's even got a name on it…Romilda Vane…well, at least that's one less potion for her to spike my drink with…" Harry even found an old suitcase full of dungbombs, acid pops, Filibusters Fireworks, jelly slugs, biting teacups, and other forms of a mischief makers tools that had belonged to Sirius Black and James Potter. But the very last thing they found was the one that most shocking. Holding a thin, gold chain up, Hermione had found…

"My Time Turner!"

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