Harry Potter and That Darn Time Turner
Co-written by myself and Jelp
A/N: I did have this posted before on my old account: Erisana Silverbranch, but unfortunately fanfiction.net wasn't very nice to me and deleted EVERYTHING. So as most of you know I am trying very hard to get all of my old stuff back up along with some new works. Continue to read and review everything...flames are perfectly welcome...as some of you say, I like to roast marshmellow's with them! hehehehehehehehe. *hack* *hack*
Chapter 1
An Unexpected Phone Call
15-year-old Harry Potter couldn't believe it when the phone call came.
"Get the phone, Harry!" his Aunt Petunia ordered from the kitchen. Sighing, Harry complied.
"Hello?" he askesd wearily.
"Um...Harry?" a feminine but familiar voice came through the phone.
"Hermione?!" Harry exclaimed in disbelief. Then, lowering his voice, "Hermione...is that you?" he felt silly asking but he wanted to make sure in case it wasn't some prank.
"Yep."
Harry smiled. He had never recieved a phone call before (well, except for the time Ron had ATTEMPTED to call during the summer between his second and third year at Hogwarts).
"What's up?" Harry asked.
"Um--my Mum and Dad wanted to know if you would like to stay at my house for the rest of the summer."
Harry took a deep breath. "Hold on--let me ask my Aunt and Uncle."
Hermione was silent as Harry took the portable phone with him into the living room where his Aunt was dusting. "Aunt Petunia?"
His horse-faced Aunt looked up from what she had been working on and narrowed her dark eyes. "What?" she asked rather sharply.
"My friend from Hog--from school--is on the phone and asked if I could spend the rest of the summer with her."
"And WHY would I allow you to do that?" Petunia asked. She and her husband Vernon did everything they could to make Harry's life miserable.
Harry quickly had to think of a decent response. "You won't have to deal with me for the rest of the summer."
Aunt Petunia continued to frown at him. "All right. You may stay with this friend of yours."
Harry nodded and went back into the kitchen.
"Hermione? Still there?"
"Uh huh."
"I can stay with you. But your Mum or Dad will have to come and pick me up because..."
"We'll be there tomorrow morning. Don't worry about bothering your Aunt and Uncle. Does 10:30 sound all right?"
Harry had never felt so happy. "That's fine. I'll see you then, Hermione. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Bye!"
Harry hung up and rushed up the stairs to his room. If Hermione was getting him the next morning he decided he'd better start packing.
Hedwig, his snowy white owl, hooted impatiently as he rustled around his room. He made sure that he checked everywhere for all the things he'd need to bring to Hogwarts. About an hour later his trunk was packed and ready for the following morning.
The next morning at about a quarter after ten he dragged his trunk down the stairs.
"What the bloody hell is making all of that noise?" Uncle Vernon bellowed from the front hallway after being interrupted by his morning news show. He turned beet red in the face when he caught sight of Harry. "Boy! What on Earth do you think--"
Harry cut him off. "I'm being picked up by one of my friends at 10:30. Aunt Petunia said it was okay."
"What?!" an outraged Vernon yelled for his wife who hurried to him.
"Yes dear?" she asked.
"Are you MAD?" The last time the boy was 'picked up', our fireplace was blasted open and Dudley's tongue turned purple and grew nearly a foot long! Do you remember how expensive that hospital bill turned out to be?" he spat.
"They're normal," Harry quickly defended Hermione.
"Normal?"
"Um...they don't use magic." Harry explained.
DING DONG! Harry brushed past his Uncle to open the door.
"HARRY!" Hermione cried and flung her arms around him. When she stepped back, she revealed a medium-height woman with long brown hair and brown eyes.
"Oh, what a surprise!" the woman laughed. "Vernon Dursley, is it?" she asked.
Uncle Vernon's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Mrs. Granger? Didn' tI just sell a box of drills ot your husband's office two weeks ago?"
"You did! That is just what I was going to say."
"Mum--" Hermione interrupted. "This is Harry--Harry Potter. Harry, this is my Mum."
"So is she a client of yours?" asked Harry in complete amazement.
"Yes! I've sold new dental drills to her husbands office a few weeks ago." Uncle Vernon repeated.
"Nice to meet you, Harry. We have heard so much about you from Hermione." Mrs. Granger shook Harry's hand. "Now...do you have everything you need for the rest of the summer?" she looked at Uncle Vernon. "You know he is staying with us for the last few weeks, right?"
Uncle Vernon nodded. "Of course...that's not a problem."
"Perfectly fine," Aunt Petunia added with a respectful nod.
"Well! Let us go then, shall we?"
Harry said goodye to his Aunt and Uncle before grabbing his trunk and draggint it out of the house.
Co-written by myself and Jelp
A/N: I did have this posted before on my old account: Erisana Silverbranch, but unfortunately fanfiction.net wasn't very nice to me and deleted EVERYTHING. So as most of you know I am trying very hard to get all of my old stuff back up along with some new works. Continue to read and review everything...flames are perfectly welcome...as some of you say, I like to roast marshmellow's with them! hehehehehehehehe. *hack* *hack*
Chapter 1
An Unexpected Phone Call
15-year-old Harry Potter couldn't believe it when the phone call came.
"Get the phone, Harry!" his Aunt Petunia ordered from the kitchen. Sighing, Harry complied.
"Hello?" he askesd wearily.
"Um...Harry?" a feminine but familiar voice came through the phone.
"Hermione?!" Harry exclaimed in disbelief. Then, lowering his voice, "Hermione...is that you?" he felt silly asking but he wanted to make sure in case it wasn't some prank.
"Yep."
Harry smiled. He had never recieved a phone call before (well, except for the time Ron had ATTEMPTED to call during the summer between his second and third year at Hogwarts).
"What's up?" Harry asked.
"Um--my Mum and Dad wanted to know if you would like to stay at my house for the rest of the summer."
Harry took a deep breath. "Hold on--let me ask my Aunt and Uncle."
Hermione was silent as Harry took the portable phone with him into the living room where his Aunt was dusting. "Aunt Petunia?"
His horse-faced Aunt looked up from what she had been working on and narrowed her dark eyes. "What?" she asked rather sharply.
"My friend from Hog--from school--is on the phone and asked if I could spend the rest of the summer with her."
"And WHY would I allow you to do that?" Petunia asked. She and her husband Vernon did everything they could to make Harry's life miserable.
Harry quickly had to think of a decent response. "You won't have to deal with me for the rest of the summer."
Aunt Petunia continued to frown at him. "All right. You may stay with this friend of yours."
Harry nodded and went back into the kitchen.
"Hermione? Still there?"
"Uh huh."
"I can stay with you. But your Mum or Dad will have to come and pick me up because..."
"We'll be there tomorrow morning. Don't worry about bothering your Aunt and Uncle. Does 10:30 sound all right?"
Harry had never felt so happy. "That's fine. I'll see you then, Hermione. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Bye!"
Harry hung up and rushed up the stairs to his room. If Hermione was getting him the next morning he decided he'd better start packing.
Hedwig, his snowy white owl, hooted impatiently as he rustled around his room. He made sure that he checked everywhere for all the things he'd need to bring to Hogwarts. About an hour later his trunk was packed and ready for the following morning.
The next morning at about a quarter after ten he dragged his trunk down the stairs.
"What the bloody hell is making all of that noise?" Uncle Vernon bellowed from the front hallway after being interrupted by his morning news show. He turned beet red in the face when he caught sight of Harry. "Boy! What on Earth do you think--"
Harry cut him off. "I'm being picked up by one of my friends at 10:30. Aunt Petunia said it was okay."
"What?!" an outraged Vernon yelled for his wife who hurried to him.
"Yes dear?" she asked.
"Are you MAD?" The last time the boy was 'picked up', our fireplace was blasted open and Dudley's tongue turned purple and grew nearly a foot long! Do you remember how expensive that hospital bill turned out to be?" he spat.
"They're normal," Harry quickly defended Hermione.
"Normal?"
"Um...they don't use magic." Harry explained.
DING DONG! Harry brushed past his Uncle to open the door.
"HARRY!" Hermione cried and flung her arms around him. When she stepped back, she revealed a medium-height woman with long brown hair and brown eyes.
"Oh, what a surprise!" the woman laughed. "Vernon Dursley, is it?" she asked.
Uncle Vernon's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Mrs. Granger? Didn' tI just sell a box of drills ot your husband's office two weeks ago?"
"You did! That is just what I was going to say."
"Mum--" Hermione interrupted. "This is Harry--Harry Potter. Harry, this is my Mum."
"So is she a client of yours?" asked Harry in complete amazement.
"Yes! I've sold new dental drills to her husbands office a few weeks ago." Uncle Vernon repeated.
"Nice to meet you, Harry. We have heard so much about you from Hermione." Mrs. Granger shook Harry's hand. "Now...do you have everything you need for the rest of the summer?" she looked at Uncle Vernon. "You know he is staying with us for the last few weeks, right?"
Uncle Vernon nodded. "Of course...that's not a problem."
"Perfectly fine," Aunt Petunia added with a respectful nod.
"Well! Let us go then, shall we?"
Harry said goodye to his Aunt and Uncle before grabbing his trunk and draggint it out of the house.