About: Harry, Ron and Hermione break off from the others in the Ministry of magic. They run for their lives from the death eaters but land up in the room that was full of time turners. Suddenly, all the time turners shake and fall to the floor, causing Harry, Ron and Hermione to be pushed back in time to see how Hogwarts was made.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did, I'd be writing the next book! But I'm just a fan. I don't own any characters, only ones that I may make up and the plot to this story.
On with the story!
NOTE: This starts off during 5th year as the death eaters have found them in the department of mysteries"There, that should keep them out, at least of a little bit anyway." -Hermione
House Pride Escape from the others
"So, he's got you doing his dirty work for him, has he?" said Harry. "Like he tried to get Sturgis to steal it-and Bode?"
"Very good, Potter, very good…" said Malfoy slowly. "But the Dark Lord knows you are not unintell-"
"NOW!" yelled Harry.
Five different voiced behind him bellowed, "REDUCTO!" Five curses flew in five different directions and the shelves opposite them exploded as they hit. The towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart, pearly-white figures unfurled into the air and floated there, their voices echoing from who knew what long-dead past amid the torrent of crashing glass and splintered wood now raining down upon the floor-
"RUN!" Harry yelled, and as the shelves swayed precariously and more glass spheres precariously and more glass spheres began to fall from above, Harry grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her along with him, passing the death eaters. Ron was right behind them; he quickly looked back at the scene. Ginny, Luna, and Neville were shooting every curse and stunning spell they knew at the Death Eaters as they ran for their lives.
Finally, they found themselves in a room with doors that led to countless other rooms. Hermione locked the door that they had just passed through. The door started to tremble as the Death Eaters tried to break it down.
"Which one's the exit?" Harry asked staring around wildly. He blinked hard trying to what the door that they had originally come through looked like.
"Just go through any of them!" Ron yelled. The door they had just come from blasted open, and Death Eaters swarmed out. They ran for the nearest door, barely avoiding the oncoming stunning spells. As soon as they were through the door, Harry slammed it shut and Hermione muttered a spell hurriedly.
"There, that should keep them out, at least for a little bit anyway." She turned to see Ron and Harry staring wide-eyed around the room. "What are you guys-" She looked around too, "Oh."
Every wall contained a shelf. On each shelf there were about twenty small, golden time turners. They glittered in the light, and lay very, very still. Suddenly the door behind them began to shake, as well as the walls. It seemed as if time had slowed; Harry, Ron and Hermione watched the time turners slide off of their shelves and fall to the floor, causing every single one of them to smash into tiny pieces. Hermione screamed as the dust from the time turners swirled up and surrounded them. They all pulled out their wands and formed a circle, back to back. They didn't have time to do anything else as the golden dust surged towards them, whisking them into a blur of colours and shapes.
Finally, the rush stopped, and bright sunlight filled their eyes, nearly blinding them. Harry squinted and managed to make out a crowd of people surrounding them. They all wore terrified looks on their faces, their eyes glued to the trio's wands. Harry, Ron and Hermione were in a state of shock until someone cried out, "WITCHES!"
Suddenly, every face in the crowd wore a look of intense hatred and fear. Harry felt the colour drain from his face, where were they? He studied the crowd; they were all dressed like medieval peasants. Much of their clothing looked old and had all sorts of patches and tears. There wasn't a pair of shoes in sight.
"Uh, Harry? I don't think we're in the ministry of magic anymore," Ron muttered. He was looking at the crowd, his face full of shock and fear.
"Harry? I think we need to get out of here. Now!" Hermione hissed.
"And how exactly do you plan on doing that Hermione? We're surrounded!" Harry replied under his breath so only Ron and Hermione could hear him. The peasants started to close in on them, the men mostly while the women backed off and shielded their children.
"They're just children! How can such young things be witches?" Someone shouted from the crowd, a young woman.
"What witches?" A loud voice boomed from behind the crowd. The villagers moved out of the way to reveal a tall man that looked like he had a lot of authority. He had golden-brown coloured hair, which hung just below his shoulders, and a strong nose. His jaw was stiff, but ready to move when needed. He wore an expensive-looking red robe, and on his hands were dragonhide gloves. He didn't look like a treat, but he wore the look that he had been in many battles, and seen many things. Harry, Ron and Hermione lowered their wands, knowing that they looked threatening. Harry heard Hermione gasp.
The man studied them for a moment; his eyes on Harry's wand. His expression was unreadable. Calmly, he walked over to them.
"Boy, may I see that?" The man said broadly. Harry handed over his wand. He studied it carefully. "Hmm…well this just looks like a stick. This is no wand." Ron's expression to this comment was a dumbfounded look. "And male witches?" There was a murmur from the crowd.
"Take the girl!" someone shouted from the crowd and suddenly, everyone charged towards Hermione, grabbed anything they could and pulled her away. Harry and Ron struggled against the others that where holding them down. They tried punching and kicking their way out, but it was useless. Soon, Hermione was dragged away and the two boys were left alone, lying on the ground.
Only the tall man that still had Harry's wand was left. He held out his hand to let them up. Harry adjusted his glasses; they were hanging off his right ear. Ron gazed after the crowd.
"I'm sorry about that," the man said, "you need to be more careful." He gave Harry his wand back. "I am Godric Gryffindor," he held out his hand and they both politely shook it.
"Harry Potter," Harry said, staring into Godric's eyes. He was still trying to digest the information that had been presented before him. Hermione had realised that it was the brave Godric Gryffindor right away.
"Ron Weasley," Ron muttered, not quite knowing what else to say.
"We must save your friend; I'm not sure what they will do to her." Godric said. He started after the crowd, "Come."
A/N- So what did you think as a first chapter? Should I continue or not bother?
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