Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or anything to do with Harry Potter. JKR is queen, all hail that perfectness.
AN: This is my first fan fic! This is so exciting no flames please, just constructive criticism and hopefully praise. Review to your hearts content!
Also, this is story is canon until the final battle, Fred survived the war. I just couldn't kill him off just yet! Also, I completely disregarded the epilogue. I would say I'm sorry but then that would be a lie.
Thanks!
~MollyMay
September 2001
It was a warm late summer day, with a slight chill to the air. Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age, was currently pacing back in forth in her new book shop in Hogsmeade. Her co-owner and close friend Graciela Louis sat in a corner with a novel on her lap, chuckling at her in dismay. Graciela was a stubborn witch, with chestnut colored hair, eyes that were a golden hazel, but blazed green when angry or surprised. She didn't look like much, with her short stature of 5 foot even, or her soft heart shaped face. But take one look at how she walked, or wait a moment and let her speak, and her whole personality shines right through like a flare. And open her mouth she did.
"I don't even know why the hell you're so worried about 'Mione!" She exclaimed in her sharp American accent. Oh yeah, she was American too.
"What if the kids don't like our new shop? I mean, we are right next door to the Weasley's shop, and we can hardly compare to that bright thing they call a sign out front!" Hermione said wringing her hands together.
"Oh yeah, because a small bookstore getaway can totally compare itself to the most highly known prank shop in the wizarding world!" Graciela snorted and rolled her eyes as she opened her book back up.
Hermione looked at her friend and stared. She seemed to be doing all right, considering. You almost couldn't even tell from the set of her shoulders that Graciela lost everything a year ago today. Hermione and Graciela met through Harry, the boy who lived, after Harry left for a year abroad in America. Harry had gone and wanted to meet people overseas who might not know him as the Boy-who-lived and he'd gotten his wish. He met Gracie at a wizarding bar in Massachusetts on his way to the Salem school there. Harry and Ginny had been on a mutually exclusive break, so Harry and Gracie hit it off and were dating a week later. Tonight was the one year anniversary that Harry was going to propose to Gracie, and instead went missing on the job. Gracie still wore the ring she found in their bedroom dresser on a chain around her neck.
"Would you stop looking at me like that? I get enough pity from the girls, I don't need it from you too." Gracie was staring at her with her eyebrows scrunched up in obvious distaste.
Hermione gave her a small smile. "Sorry, I didn't even realize I was staring."
But Gracie wasn't listening. Her jaw had dropped, her eyes had gone wide, her face paled of all color, and her hand raised to point out the window at the front of the shop. She only said one word, "Harry."
Hermione flung around to face the window, there being held in a Death Eater's grip, was an unconscious Harry. Hermione and Graciela flung themselves out of their shop and out into the square.
After Voldemort's death, Death Eaters had made a run for it. Every Auror in Britain were searching for another dozen Death Eaters after the war. But they'd all gone underground. Harry disappeared that night a year ago because he'd gotten a tip on a Death Eater's whereabouts. He never came home. Now, here he was.
"Harry!" Graciela screamed his name struggling against Hermione to get to him.
Fred and George came running out of their shop, with Verity and Ron right on his heels. Within moments, Ginny and Luna came hurrying out of The Three Broomsticks, and Draco came sprinting out of the Quiditch shop. They all formed a semi-circle surrounding Hermione and Graciela.
When Graciela was introduced to Draco, they both hit it off really well and became close friends much to the dismay of the others, but soon he was welcomed as part of their friend group, but not without lots and lots of swearing and fights at first.
Now they stood, united, against one of the last dark wizards in the world, with his hand gripped onto the back of their best friend's shirt.
"Give us back Harry!" "What do you want?!" "Let him go!" They all shouted seemingly in unison at varying levels of outrage, fear, and hope.
The Death Eater just chuckled, his face hidden behind his mask. Suddenly, Harry seemed to wake up and whipped his head up to stare at the twins and yelled, "George! Fred! Give the girls the necklace and go! NOW."
The Death Eater's body tensed in fury as he threw Harry to the ground and fired off the spell, "Avada Kedavra!" The green light shot forward and hit Ron right in the chest before anyone could even pull up a shield.
In a flash, a half a dozen Death Eaters all popped into existence throwing killing curse after killing curse, as Fred and George made their way to Mione and Gracie who were now crying and screaming at the dead red-headed figure sprawling on the ground.
"Come on!" yelled Fred, tears streaming down his face.
"We have to get you two into the shop!" George exclaimed eyes clouded with grief as they each grabbed a screaming girl by the arm.
Luna, Ginny, Verity, and Draco all covered them with a unifying protego. The girls were struggling against George and Fred's grips as they continued screaming and trying to reach for Harry. Finally with a look to their twin, they hoisted the girls over their shoulders, and sprinted into their shop, not stopping until they were in the back inventory room.
"We're only going to put you down, if you two promise not to try to run back out there."
"Because this room is warded and you can't leave until we want you to anyway,"
"So don't even bother trying. We've got a lot to talk about,"
"And not a lot of time to do it."
"Alright?"
Mione and Gracie nodded, both of them struggling to stop their sobs, faces pressed up against the boy's shoulder blades. The twins put them down and gripped the girls by their shoulders, making the girls look them in the eyes.
"We know this is confusing," Said Fred, struggling to get his words out.
"And we know you want to get out there and try to save Harry," George said, equally struggling.
"Try?!" The girls screeched, eyes blazing in anger.
"Yes. Try."
"Harry told us to give you the necklace,"
"Which only means one thing,"
"That the only possible course right now,"
"The backup plan in case everything went to shite,"
"Is up to you two,"
"Or we're all goners."
"What? I don't understand. Fred, George, what do you mean?" Mione asked, confusion clearly displayed on her face.
The twins took a deep breath until they both said in unison, "Harry wants you two to change everything."
"But how?" Gracie asked, equally confused as Mione, but also curious.
"With this." One of the twins, Fred, reached behind his back and pulled out a small burgundy bag. Reaching in, Fred pulls out a necklace. A Time Turner, ruby red in color, with runes carved onto the hourglass: Behind, Years, Change, and Destiny.
"Harry wants you to go back, change everything. Make it so we don't have to go through this bloody war in the first place. Save his parents, save Sirius, Remus, Tonks, everyone." George explained. "First, you're going to need to drink this." Pulling out two vials filled with a purple potion.
"It's our own invention, we call it TwinSpeak," Fred continued, "It gives you the ability to connect your minds, so you can speak to each other wherever you are, silently, so you never have to worry about making sure you both follow the same story or tell people different lies."
"You'll also need a disguise, and a cover story," George nervously said, looking back and forth to both of the shocked silent girls. "Any questions?"
Gracie snorted, "Just a few. Are you sure it's going to work?"
"Work?!" Mione exclaimed, sounding slightly hysterical. "Work?! Time travel is tricky! You're not supposed to mess with time!"
"We're losing a war Mione! People are dead! Ron just died! Harry knew you wouldn't like it at first Mione, but we've no other option!" Fred was practically shouting.
Suddenly the sounds of fighting could be heard distinctly, as if they had entered the shop.
George and Fred exchanged a worried glance. "Okay, we're running out of time. You two need to drink this potion. Now."
"Mione. We have to. Think about it. Think about a future, where Harry never had to become the Chosen One. Sirius doesn't die. James and Lily don't die. Harry gets to grow up loved and with his parents. Possibly getting caught? And spending time in prison? Or dying? Isn't that worth it?" Gracie pleaded, staring at Mione, begging her to understand.
"Yes. I supposed it is." Mione said, the fire returning to her eyes. "Fred. George. You said this potion is called TwinSpeak?" Turning to the twins with determination.
"Yeah, cause it mimics what Forge and I have."
"Just like, I can tell what Gred is thinking, or if he's in pain."
"Perfect. Then I know our cover story." Mione said
Gracie scrunched up her forehead as Mione explained her plan quickly. Travelling back, not as friends, but sisters. Twins. Charming their bodies so they looked identical, taking traits from each other, Gracie's hair color, Mione's height, Gracie's curves, but Mione's long legs, so on and so forth. The only difference would be their eyes. Graciela would keep her golden hazel, while Hermione would keep her honey brown. Both were scarred by the war. Mione with her Mudblood scar and the purple scar from Dolohov's curse in the MOM, Gracie with a scar on her collar bone from when she was hit with a Splitting spell, and a huge scar spelling "Mine" on her back along with little ones all over from when she was kidnapped by a Werewolf for over 4 weeks. Gracie considered this and explained a spell she created that would magically recreate each scar on another person, so that Hermione and Graciela would look more like twins who actually went through the same war, but it would have consequences so it would be best to do it at the last second. No one questioned what these consequences would be. Then something seemed to occur to Hermione. "What about memories? We essentially went through two different wars. What if we encounter a llegimens? We need to have the same memories of war. Or at least our memories, but adding the other person in them."
"I've thought of that." Gracie said, rubbing her sweaty hands on her jeans. "I've got it covered… I think. I'll have to cast a spell almost simultaneously with the scar recreation spell, but I got it."
Mione looked ready to start arguing when there was a high pitched scream, followed by a large thump against the other side of the door.
"Hurry! Do everything now!" Fred and George yelled, handing Mione the TimeTurner and turning towards the door, wands at the ready, blocking the girls from the door just in case.
The girls, wide eyed, clinked the vials of potions together with a silent 'bottoms up' and gulped down the potion. Graciela practically gagged on it while Hermione scrunched up her face in disgust.
'Well that's disgusting.' Graciela thought to herself
"You're telling me!" Hermione exclaimed.
'What? I never said anything out loud!'
"Yes you did!" Hermione practically screeched
"No. I didn't. Which is fine, because now we know the potion works!" Graciela said, delight spreading across her face.
The door blew open and Harry flew through the air and landed roughly, just a few feet in front of the twins, blood seeping from his body onto the floor. Harry tossed George a small vial full of blue sand before collapsing. Fred flung up a protego while George rushed to the girls, pouring the blue sand into the Time Turner that was in Mione's hands. Then he took the TimeTurner and wrapped it around both of their necks before rushing back to Fred and casting his own protego. Fred screamed at the girls to hurry up and finish the spell. Gracie was standing in shock at the bodies of Luna, Draco, Ginny, and Verity, all slumped in different uncomfortable looking positions, eyes open and glazed in death. Hermione was wrapped in Gracie's arms, shoulders shaking in silent sobs, as if trying to contain screams of agony her own eyes stuck on her friend's dead bodies.
"Mione. Gracie." Harry rasped, choking on his own blood, "Please, go. Save us all."
The girls nodded, tears streaming down their faces, as a dozen Death Eaters started piling into the back room. Harry casted one last protego as Graciela and Hermione prepared themselves, wands in their right hands, as Hermione started twisting the TimeTurner twenty-five times and Graciela started chanting her recreation spell.
'One…Two… Three…'
'Inclinatis oculis videre et figuram nos similes vultus, ut simul ad perfectionem, non solum, sed corpus et animam simul creando geminos ubi erat. Cicatrices meae tua cicatrices est, ut tua vulnera mea, dolorem, memoria quidem patitur, fac me tecum cicatrices meae' *
Suddenly, as the last turn was spun on the TimeTurner, both girls screamed in agony, Hermione and Graciela crumpled in on themselves as old scars reopened and new ones were carved into their flesh along with a pulling sensation started in their stomachs. The last thing either girls saw was the exhaustion from holding up the shield spell turned to relief on Harry, Fred, and George's faces, only to each be blasted with killing curses and crumpled to the ground, eyes lifelessly staring at them, just as the pulling sensation grew and sucked the girls back in time.
September 1976
"I don't know Prongs. Maybe it's just me, or does Remus look a bit more Moony today than usual?"
"I think you might be right Pads, Moony does look a bit Moony."
"What are you two idiots talking about? How can I look a bit more Moony than I normally do?" Remus scoffed.
The Marauders, minus Peter who got detention, were walking along the shelves in the back of Zonko's, looking for the next perfect prank.
"Well Moony old pal," Sirius began after throwing an arm around Remus' shoulder, "that's easy. You're just acting like you, but more you."
Remus rolled his eyes, "And I supposed a Sirius who was more Sirius would just have a woman falling into his lap instead of having to even say hello first, yeah?" Remus scoffed again as Sirius just looked excited at the prospect, and before he could shrug Sirius' arm off his shoulders, he sensed something and grew really tense.
"Oh come on Moony, Pads and I are just kidding." James whined.
"Shut up, something's wrong." Remus said, looking as if he was smelling the air around him. Which he totally was.
Abruptly, the air thickened, swirling together in a single spot, not inches from where the boys stood. Remus clutched Sirius by his jacket and started pulling him and James back as the air twirled around and around, thick as smoke, creating something that wasn't there before. Twin sounds of screams pierced the air as two body like shapes formed in the smoke like air, as all of the lights flared brighter than ever before exploding and plunging the room in shadows. Light streamed solely in by the windows as two thumps resounded onto the floor where the smoke once was. Remus flared his nose just once before the familiar coppery scent of blood washed over his senses. Sirius' eyes widened as realized the same thing. James casted a lumos, and all three boys stared in disbelief, as the light from James' wand lit up to show the two figures of what looked like horribly bloody teenage girls. One of the girls moaned softly in pain, spurring the boys into action as Remus and James shrugged out of their robes, James handing his to Sirius. Remus and Sirius slowly approached the girls with James right behind them.
"Are you okay?" Sirius asked quietly, noticing behind him that there was a crowd growing.
"What kind of a stupid question is that Padfoot? They're covered in blood! Of course they aren't okay!" Remus whispered harshly in exasperation.
"Padfoot?" The girl who moaned softly asked, confusion evident even through all of the pain.
"Don't worry about it, Kitten, let's get you two up to the castle. What's your name?" Sirius asked. James and Remus couldn't help but roll their eyes at Sirius, ever the charmer.
"No. No. Mione!" The girl moaned pitifully in pain, refusing to let Sirius touch her as she reached for the other girl.
"Gracie?" The other girl asked softly. Suddenly she started coughing, blood spurting out of her mouth. "How many?"
The boys looked to each other in confusion, but the first girl, Gracie, seemed to know what she meant.
"Too many Mione. Too many." Softly spoken, Remus almost had to use his wolf hearing to detect it. Then the girl gasped as in realization, "They're dead. Mione, they're all dead."
The boys gasped loudly, causing the other girl, Mione to whip her gaze up at them, groaning in pain as she did so. Suddenly she gripped Gracie's hands and her mouth dropped, gaze stuck on James. She whimpered causing Gracie to look where Mione was. Gracie's face paled and tightened her grip on Mione. The two both looked surprised but in anguish as they said one word, perfectly in unison, both in a perfect combination of horror and hope, before the darkness of unconsciousness seemed to overtake them.
"Harry."
* Inclinatis oculis videre et figuram nos similes vultus, ut simul ad perfectionem, non solum, sed corpus et animam simul creando geminos ubi erat.Cicatrices meae tua cicatrices est, ut tua vulnera mea, dolorem, memoria quidem patitur, fac me tecum cicatrices meae- Translates to: Shift our eyes, face, and figure, make us similar in looks, combining us to near perfection, not only mind, but body and soul, creating twins where there once was none. My scars become your scars, your scars become mine, pain, memories, experiences true, let me share my scars with you.