SHAME ON ME! I should be finishing my other fics! But here I am =.=!
The idea isn't mine, but NadiixD's. I have the permission to continue it into a story (yay! thank you NadiixD). Hope y'all enjoy it.
Harry was bored beyond word. It was a new feeling that the Boy Who Lived had to admit that was somewhat foreign. He had gotten so used to rushing to save the world and forgetting to think for himself. It was his destiny. But then, when everything seemed to have settled itself down, Harry did not know what to do.
Lying lazily on the couch, Harry sneaked a glance toward his best friend, Hermione. The brightest witch of her age was having her nose stuck in a thick book yet again. It should have been impossible, Harry thought, after seven years spending their life in Hogwarts, she was supposed to have read them all. Not to mention that the examination was already over, what was the point of being so engrossed in a book? He voiced his thought out loud.
"It was because of that attitude that Kingsley kicked you back to Hogwarts." – The brunette replied without sparing him a glance. Harry groaned and flipped himself upside down on the couch.
After the war, the trio each was offered a position in the Auror Department. Needless to say, Harry and Ron jumped right at the chance without a second thought – no need for school again! Hermione, totally predictably, had declined and came back to Hogwarts, much to the delight of Professor McGonagall. But thing wasn't that simple, because, as Ron had said: "We can't last a day without her!", their lack of a certain amount of knowledge was unacceptable, even for heroes. Harry was literally kicked back to school while Ron chose a different path. The ginger was now running the Weasley Shop with his brother George. In the lastest update, Harry was informed that Ron was about to travel to America, in order to expand their family bussiness.
Lucky him.
Life without his ginger mate was exceptionally boring.
Not that Harry didn't like having Hermione around, just, she was not Ron.
It was already passed midnight, and there were only two of them left in the Common Room. Harry's mind had gone to a brain-numbingly level of boredom that it started to caculate his chance of surviving if he sticked his head in the fireplace. Harry was that desperated. Next to him Hermione showed no intention of leaving her seat before finishing the book. Harry moved his focus back to the fireplace…
"Don't you dare." – Hermione warned in a sing song voice. And he thought she didn't notice! Harry huffed, rather childishly, on his way to crawl – yes, crawl! – to the fireplace. He dropped his head on the carpet, and that was when he saw it.
Nope, better not let Hermione know he found it. Harry fixxed his gaze quickly to the ceiling, barely contained his excitement. Oh and the witch thought she was so clever! Dropped on the floor, right next to Hermione's feet, was a Time Turner.
His day might not have gone in vain.
Conceal, don't feel… Hermione turned another page, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Never in his life had Harry felt so grateful with a Rune book. He dropped his feet down from couch, landing it next to Hermione's.
No suspicion. Good.
Hermione sighed, rubbing her forehead. That was it! His chance was coming! She titled her head aside, eyes closed, tired of being in a position for too long. Harry kicked the Time Turner to his hand and tugged it in his pocket in a blink. Hermione turned to him.
Conceal, don't feel…
She turned back to her book. He passed!
"I'm going to bed." – Stretching himself up, Harry faked a yawn. – "You should rest too Hermy. The book will still be there in the morning."
"Yeah, good night Harry." – His brunette friend was still so engrossed in the book. There was no way she would notice the missing Time Turner soon. Smiling to himself, Harry skipped to the staircase, head filled with ideas of what to do with this brand new opportunity.
Harry halted suddenly on his step. Never before had he been interested in studying the Time Turner, other than what Hermione had told him since third year. He had literally no idea how long it could take him back in time. Seemed like a day of studying was required. Sighing, Harry took off his socks and jumped on the bed. The little necklace had managed to capture his interest. What if he could go back years before? The possibilities were endless. But first he needed to sleep.