A/N: Hi! It's me again, HestiaForever! I had the idea for the fanfiction a couple weeks ago, and it's been bugging me ever since. Yes, I know I should be working on updating my other fanfiction, A Strange Encounter(check it out if you haven't yet!), but I just needed to get this idea out of my head…
A lot of people have been writing stories in which the Next Generation goes back in time to the era of the second Order of the Phoenix, but I personally haven't seen many where the Order goes forward to the Next Generation, and I think it'd be a great twist to the now cliched Next Gen. Time Travel stories!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or settings in this story, nor do I claim ownership. It all goes to the great J.K. Rowling, who had changed many lives(including my own) with her wonderful writing and creativity.
The gleaming crescent moon hung overhead as the Order of the Phoenix entered the queer house at Twelve Grimmauld Place. First came Remus John Lupin, looking harried and crumpled, a symptom of his life as a werewolf, whom apparated onto the doorstep with a worried look at the moon. Next came the pretty half-blood witch Hestia Jones, who, like Remus, apparated onto the doorstep with a pop where Remus had been a moment ago and entered the odd building without another sound. Then Nymphadora Tonks, currently purple-haired, in a similar manner, then Elphias Doge, then Emmeline Vance, then Mundungus Fletcher, followed still, one by one, by the rest of the Order, until all the the members of the famed Order of the Phoenix presided inside.
The various witches and wizards congregated around a long table in the drawing room. Slowly, a gray, bespectacled wizard stood, and a hush fell over everyone. He hadn't said anything, hadn't made any motions for the Order to fall silent, but something about him commanded attention. Despite the kind glimmer in his piercing blue eyes, everything about him- his wise, time-worn face, his colorful yet regal robes, his long, silver beard- he gave off a powerful, respect-me aura that was impossible to ignore.
So it was expected when the entire Order immediately quieted at the slightest movement from him. He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but just then, there was a shriek.
"Stop! Mundungus, stop! No! NO! LET GO OF THAT! NOW!" Hestia Jones screamed, frantically gesturing at the bald half-blood. At first glance, he seemed to be doing nothing that would be problematic. But upon further inspection, one could see that he was dangling a sort of golden necklace from his fingers. And the pendant of the necklace… the pendant of the necklace was a hourglass.
It was a Time-turner.
The other members of the Order of the Phoenix seemed to come upon the same conclusion, as there was a general outcry. All could see the dangerous necklace dangling precariously from Mundungus's hand. And if it shattered… well…
If nothing else unfortunate had occurred, what transpired that night may not have happened at all. But as it was, that moment was the moment that Tonks chose to come stumbling into the drawing room from the corridor, where the lavatory that she had been using was located.
Many things happened at once. Tonks, already very nearly falling from tripping over her very own feet on the way in, was surprised and distracted by the roar of protest raising in the room and the crowd forming around Mundungus. She fell, with a splat, onto the floor.
Of course, if Tonks had been a couple of feet back when she fell, nothing would have happened. But as it was, that night was very unfortunate, as I have already stated.
As Tonks fell, she subconsciously grabbed onto cloak of the person nearest to her, who just happened to be Arthur Weasley, in a fruitless attempt to save herself. Arthur, taken by surprise, was not able to pull Tonks up, but rather fell himself, bringing his wife, Molly, who he was standing next to, down with him. Molly had been clutching Mundungus, trying to get him to give Dumbledore the time-turner. When Molly fell, Mundungus fell with her.
And, of course, the time-turner fell with Mundungus.
At this point in the story, once again, if that night had not been so unfortunate, the rather, well, disastrous happenings might have been avoided. But as it was, that was not to be.
Because when the time-turner shattered, instead of nothing happening, as was expected, the sand of the hourglass, now freed from its glass confines, rose up into a cloud. And as the Order watched, deadly silence reigning, a silvery, mist-like material began to form around the sand cloud.
For a moment, nothing happened, and some of the Order began to believe that nothing would.
Alas, the danger of assumptions.
Suddenly, the mist began growing at an alarming rate. In fact, it grew to such a colossal mass in such a short time that none of the order, trained witches and wizards as they were, were able to do anything about it.
And in another moment, without a sound, the Order of the Phoenix had disappeared.
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