All things Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling. The storyline is mine.
If Ron Got There First
Where the hell were they thought Hermione running up the last level of stairs to the Gryffindor common room. Quickly spitting out the password to The Fat Lady, she burst through the door running straight for the stairs leading to the boys dorm rooms.
"Hey," shouted Neville and Dean in unison as Hermione pushed past them nearly knocking Neville to the ground.
"Sorry Neville. Sorry Dean." Hermione shouted over her shoulder as she ran for the dorm doors.
As excited as she was, Hermione still had the foresight to give two hard knocks before pushing the door open because there was no way she wanted to catch either Ron or Harry walking around in their underwear. That would be disgusting. She pushed in anyway.
Hastily removing his hand from beneath the covers, Ron quickly dropped his wrinkled copy of the latest issue of Naughty Witches down beside his bed before shouting at Hermione. "Get out of here Hermione. This is a male only area. It's private."
Hermione glared at Ron as she looked around for Harry while gleefully holding up what looked to be a gold locket. "Where's Harry? We have a chance to change history. McGonagall has given me access to this latest edition of a Time Turner. We have one chance to go back to right a wrong. Get dressed Ron," she added laying the locket on Harry's bed. "Harry get out here." She shouted moving towards the bathroom door.
A pajama clad Harry jerked open the bathroom door shouting back at Hermione. "Will you pipe down. I heard you. The long dead Merlin probably heard you. You have the latest edition of a Time Turner. Fantastic. If we use it, will we be killed?"
"Funny Harry," Hermione replied sarcastically.
From the other side of the room Ron laughed out loud. "Yeah Harry. That was pretty funny."
Hermione sighed tuning Ron out. "The Time Turner will only allow one trip so we have to make it count. Best of all. There aren't any complicated calculations that need to be done. I only have to think our destination and presto. We are there."
Now Harry was excited. "Holy shite Hermione. We can go back to save Sirius or…"
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light from the other side of the room. In the blink of an eye, Harry and Hermione found themselves at the Burrow looking at the yet untouched Thanksgiving dinner table from the previous year.
Harry and Hermione both turned to look at a beaming Ron who was moving quickly towards Molly's famous Double Berry Trifle sitting unattended on the sideboard obviously unaware of what he had just done.
As Harry and Hermione stared at him in horror, Ron hunched his shoulders spreading his arms in confusion. "What? The thing works perfectly Hermione. I've taken us back to Thanksgiving. You wankers finished the Trifle before I had any of it. I never got dessert."
The room went all red around Hermione as she went for Ron's neck with outstretched hands shaped into claws. "You are barking mad. You. Idiot."
Harry was able to stop her before she got anywhere near Ron. Not because he was trying to save the jackass, but because he wanted the pleasure of ripping him to shreds himself.
While Harry and Hermione tussled with each other over who would pummel Ron first. He had finished off a large helping of the Trifle and was standing with his back to them patting his stomach. "Mum outdid herself with that one," he said letting out a contented burp as he turned back to face his friends. "Well come on then you two. Who are we going to save or what are we going to change?"
Both Harry and Hermione went for him at the same time.