Note: This story was inspired by pure boredom! I don't know why on earth I am writing this but I've read a lot of stories about time traveling so I decided to try! Let me know what you think. I mean, I thought about making Hermione be the main character in this fanfiction but the idea has been so done! She is one of my favorite female characters in forever but Ginny needs some attention. She didn't play a huge role in the actually book and I think that she should get a chance to shine. Ginny is so sweet! Hopefully, I can alter her character a little.
Nah, I'm just kidding ;)
Harry Potter Does not belong. Don't I wish though!
Not so bad. Not so bad at all. Not even saying it out loud could make her feel better. It just made her feel even more of a monster. The two figures stumbled in from the banks of the coast, having Disapparated wrong. They had to hurry. A lone figure was watching them from the window. Willowy and tall, good enough to make out their faces.
' Bill, Bill, iis za not yur seester?" Fleur asked. Bill peered out the window, holding Victore's hand. The little toddler cooed and giggled. Bill's eyes narrowed and he squinted in the dark shadows of the hills. It was winter, three years after Voldemort's defeat and the return of peace in some words. Harry Potter had been known as a hero of the ages, the bravest soul alive and one of the most foolish. The peace had not lasted though. More and more troubles were beginning to brim over the horizon. After Voldemort's defeat, the Dementers now obeyed no one and were roaming the country, sucking on helpless souls. The Death Eaters had regrouped, rallying up with a new leader, one who remained unknow. The mass panic was unimaginable. Kingsley had tried to keep everything in control, telling the people that Harry Potter, their lead auror was on the job. He and Ron, Hermione, George and Ginny had gone to seek out the new threat. They had left a year and a half ago, tracking down the retreating Death Eaters south to new land. No way could they be back so soon. There was a soft drumming on the roof, a soft sound that was as eerie as it was soft and comforting. Rain. During winter?
Bill looked closer, seeing past the twisting shadows of the night. Everything looked alive, everything was all warped up. Much too quiet for this time of the year though.
" Blimey, it is Ginny. And Hermione!" Bill seized a cloak lying on the sofa and draped it around himself hastily, wrenching the door open so hard, he nearly broke the frame. His boots were soaking in rain and pretty soon, his cloack was damp with stray raindrops.
" Bill!" Ginny's voice made him stop. Made him stop cold. She never sounded like that. Ginny nver sounded scared. She was tough, tougher then most people Bill knew, including himself. His throat closed up as she got close enough for him to see. The heavy shower of rain made it impossible for him to see her face but the sound of her voice was enough. Something bad had happened. He lengthened his stride, reaching Ginny in a couple of bounds. He grabbed her by the forearms and Ginny leaned forward in his embrace. A muffled choke of fear seemed to call Bill back to Hermione. Hermione looked awful, though Bill couldn't see her. He released Ginny and looked at her.
" Hermione, are you alright?"
Instead of answering, Hermione ave a sort of choked up sob and fell as her knees gave way. Ginny lurched forward to catch her. They looked like war survivors. No regards for questions, Bill ushered them into the living room, nver mind that they were making the Victorian carpet soggy. Fleur came in with Victore in her hands and her eyes widened.
' What 'appened?" She cried.
"Oh mon Dieu, qu'est-ce. Êtes-vous blessé? "She added in french.
" What happened? Are you hurt." Bill translated for them. Fluer's hair had been swept back into a high ponytail and Victore was unsuccessfully trying to loosen a few strands to pull on. Fleur handed him the baby and ushered Hermione and Ginny into the showers, closing the door behind her with a meaningful glance at Bill.
" Call ze Order of ze Fephix," Fleur said," And do et quickly." She shut the door again and Bill could hear the shower running and the sound of Fleur exclaiming out loud in French. Victore squirmed in his arms and he looked down. Victore was an exact mini copy of her mother and that worried him slightly. Not because she looked nothing like him, no. He was there in the slight red highlights in her hair and the long fingers. But everywhere else was Fleur and that was what worried him, his daughter being part Veela. She was an adorable thing, Mrs' Weasly had said. Victore was just turning two, three sometime in spring. She was rather thin for a toddler and more proportionally even. He didn't want any boys trying to flirt with her while she was in her first year at Hogwarts or wherever she would go. He didn't like all the attention that she would get.
He shook himself slightly and set her down on the rug. He took the bag of bag of powder and threw it in the fire place. It turned green, hissing.
" The Burrow!" He said loudly and clearly. There was silence and then he was staring at a pair of rather plump feet.
" Mum? Is that you?"She shrieked and nearly dropped something by the way she stumbled. There was nothing for a few seconds then Mrs. Weasly's caring face was suddenly staring at him in the fireplace.
" Bill, oh, Bill! Thank goodness that you are alright!" She seemed to be on the verge of tears. Bill decided not to tell her about what state Ginny and Hermione were in." Bill, oh the Order! We need to talk.."
" Yeah, mum," He interrupted," Ginny and Hermione are here."
" There? Oh goodness, are they alright? They didn't get hurt, did they?"
" No, mum, they're fine. But..I think that you and the rest of the Order might want to come here this afternoon so that they can tell us all at once. And whatever it is you need to tell us, you can do that also." was silent for a while. Her hair was licked at by the fire and made her look like her entire hair was on fire. She bite her lip and looked at Bill with uncertainty.
" All right. We'll be over at around nine for in the morning tomorrow." She said and thrust her head out of the flames. At once the green flames disappeared. Victore reached out to touch the lames and Bill automatically reached out a hand to stop her. Suddenly, his head was starting to hurt like patted his cheek impatiently and her stomach grumbled. Bill had a smile on his face, a weary one though.
" Hungry, are you?" She nodded excitedly," Well, I guess that you may look like your mother but you eat like my sister, Ginny. Blimey, she use to eat so much and mum was sure that she would be properly plump but no, she was as thin as a scarecrow..alright, alright! I'll get started on dinner, already!" Victore laughed as her father went to the kitchen, holding the cheek that she had just pinched. He looked in the fridge and took out a packet of bacon.
" Bacon for Denner, Bill?" Fleur said from behind him. He turned back sheepishly.
" I can't cook...," He stared at Ginny and especially at Hermione. To say that they looked like hell would be an understatement. Hermione's hair had been cropped short, nearly a buzz cut, her eyebrows singed uneven and a large black and purple bruise on the side of her cheek. On her right hand was a burned mark and around her neck were evidance of chain marks, metal was no better, one side of her bright red hair covered i unmistakable blood. Feeling sick, Bill collasped on the chair, looking away from them. If he saw even another scratch on Ginny, he was going to lose it. His head was starting to pound and he rubbed his temple a bit harder then needed.
" I don't want to know everything but what the hell happened?" He asked. He heard one of them swallow dryly.
" We would love to Bill," Hermione croaked," But, I feel like.." She nearly fell except that Bill caught her.
" What happened to her?" He asked. Ginny sniffled and looked up. It was remarkable how much three years had changed her. Her face was hardened, brighter, in some eyes beautiful. But right now, she was covered in so mcuh blood and misery, no one could help feeling sorry for her.
" The..the crucio curse," Ginny whispered,' Bellatrix...,"
" Beelatrex?" Fleur asked." I thought she was dead, Bill?" She picked up Victore from the ground and put her on her highchair, going to the stove to whip up something editable.
" Bellatrix fired it off in an array of directions. I was alright because I was hidden and they missed me but...," She faltered and sat down on the chair, put her head in her hands and began to sob quietly. Fleur and Bill exchanged worried looks. Fleur let Victore sit on Ginny's lap, where Victore amused herself by twisting and pulling Ginny's long hair this way and that.
" Ginny, ess everyzing alright?" Fleur asked.
" I-I wish I could tell you now, but...I have to take Hermione to get some sleep," She said bluntly, sounding like the old Ginny again. With amazing strength, she heaved Hermione to her feet and half-carried her up the stairs. Vicotre pouted as Ginny walked away.
" Do you get the feeling that they are hiding something?" Bill asked.
" Mmm, ze are teenage girls. Zey could 'ave boyfriends or something and you would never know. Zey are very clever, are zey not?"
" Yeah...and that's what worries me."
"Just sit down, Hermione," Ginny commanded. Hermione sank down on the bed. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing feverishly.
" Who..would've thought that...that he would be the New Dark Lord?" Hermione croaked out." I can't believe that Harry didn't see that."And...to-to think that he was just coping up with Fred's death..."
" Hermione, are you going somewhere with this?" Ginny didn't want to sound blunt but the previous journey's had made her unaware of emotions. Right now she was numb to the core. All those loses and for what? They had failed and at such a high cost to find out that they had always been wrong.
" I can't believe that we didn't find what we were looking for," Ginny said," I can't believe that you actually went to Albania to fail to get it."
" Listen, Ginny..I'm sorry about George..," Hermione began. Ginny closed her eyes and shivered. He had died so horribly, Ginny didn't want to think about it.
" We..didn't fail," Hermione said in a whisper and Ginny's eyes snapped open, alert.
" What do you mean Hermione? Just because the two of us survived is not good news you know. it just meant that we were bloody lucky,"
' No, it's not that, it's-it's this,' From her tattered robes, Hermione withdrew a blood red locket, with green sheen to it, a weird yet intimidating color. In the middle of it was the Slytherin mark, the snake and it's head stared at Ginny as though daring her to touch it. The chain was nearly broken. It was made of pure gold but that wasn't what was so special about it. Ginny sucked in a deep breath, staring at it.
" Is it rreal? The...the Travel Stone. Blimey, it..it does exist...but he got it first, didn't he?"
Hermione shook her head.
" No...I would tell you, Ginny but my throat is so dry. Get Hogwarts, A History and read page 345," Ginny did as Hermione had said, staggering against the weight. She flipped the pages she hadn't seen in so log. Three years. She hadn't even finished her seventh year at Hogwarts. With a wistful sigh, she opened it and read aloud:
'Many centuries ago, Salzaar Slytherin got very territorial about the selection of students allowed. Griffindor did not agree with these term however and the founding wars began. Helga and Rowena were forced into taking sides. Helga went with Gordic Gryffindor and Rowena with Salzaar..'
" That little old toadstool!" Ginny blurted out before reading again.
'...Salzaar knew too well that in the war, he would most likely be the one losing. Rowena encouraged him to come up with a solution for the Slytherin house to continue its base traditions of the direct descendant of Salzaar Slytherin to be regonized. Slytherin made a brief term of agreement with Rowena and set out to find a powerful locket called the Blood Ruby, now called the Travel Stone or the Stone of Destiny. Using the most powerful magic possible, he made the locket and hid it away from the others. Not even Rowena knew about what he did then, putting a curse and a blessing on the locket. The blessing was that in every century, the locket would find the purest pure blood to give its alliance to and give that person everything they could want-money,power, woman..'
" Hmpppppf!" Ginny said
'Or fame-but there also was a curse. The locket knew if the pure blood was purest or not and if it was not a direct descendant, then the curse trap activated. The lust of power would consume them and their own family members, loved ones, friends would find some way to be made to that person and..and cut off his head. Up to the late nineteens hundreds, the locket's bloody trail has left an impact on the wizard and human world alike. The last time the locket was seen was with the young man known as Tom Riddle then mysteriously disappearing form more then a hundred years...' What is this rubbish, Hermione? We risked our lives for a piece of jewelry? I mean, I love necklaces as much as the next girl does but really, the price was a little too high don't you think?"
" No, Ginny, don't you get it? Tom Riddle, Voldemort had the locket and he was a direct descendant of Salzaar Slytherin. Now we find out that the Dark Lord also wants it. Don't you think that the new Dark Lord would want it so that he can with for whatever he desires? I mean, I'm pretty sure that Tom Riddle wanted power and that was what the locket gave him but his ancestry was too crowded with Muggles so he wasn't the right one. But what if the New Dark Lord is a direct descendant? What if the locket could take us back to when the Dark Lord was at his weakest and take him down there?"
" You are starting to scare me, Hermione,' Ginny said.
" It's just practical.' Hermione said." We did not come all this way just to lose now...not at the price.,"
Ginny bit her lip and looked down at her badly bruised palm. Hermione was right, but Ginny didn't think that she would be able to kill sombody. The thought of Harry and Cho made her made. Made her really mad The thought of Geroge tore her heart apart.
" Okay..., if it works, I'll do it." Hermione managed a faint grin and closed her eyes.
" You are a smart girl," She said.
" Not smart,' Ginny whispered," Practical." A dry sob escaped from her throat but not the full blown cry out she was expecting. Hermione bit her lip to keep from crying. That waas when Bill came in.
" What is it, Bill?" Ginny asked softly. She had always liked Bill best of her brothers because, well, he was the only one who actually left her alone when she wanted to be alone. He didn't try to pry and now was one of those times.
" It's time for dinner," He said at last. Ginny nodded and Hermione struggled out of bed. Fleur had made a feast, a suprise because they had only been upsairs for fifteen minutes. Victore cooed happily.
" Time for deener," Fleur announced happily. She piled up double helpings of everything on Ginny and Hermione's pate, insisting that they build up energy. Ginny almost smiled but the simly movement felt wrong on her cheekbones, almost unnatural. Victore sat next to her and played with her hair, laughing contently like any baby. But unlike any baby, when Ginny hadn't payed her any attention, she had a full out tantrum, meaning that her arms had truned all scaly. After that Fleur Had the dinner moved to the living room.
' Mum will be here in the morning," Bill said to Ginny. Ginny froze then nodded slowly, her facade mask never slipping.
" Yeah, I'd love to see Mum again." She and Hermione left after that.
' Get the feeling that they are hiding something?' She heard Bill whisper.
You have no idea.
Okay, Author's not time: That was my first chapter on my first Harry Potter fanfiction. I hoped that it was good? Any type of review is good, especially the ones that ell me what I did wrong. Weird right? But that helps my story be beter! Review and tell me what you think.