July 31, 2016
"Harry James Potter, you have been found guilty of 3 counts of using the Killing Curse for murder. You have hereby been sentenced to a lifetime sentence in Azkaban."
"I didn't commit those . . . why would I kill my wife and two best friends?" Harry shouted.
"Silence!" shouted the pale face of Lucius Malfoy, "You are to be turned over to the Dementors at once." He motioned for the guard that had brought Harry in. "Take this filth away!"
"You are worse than me Malfoy, I don't see how people ever came to trust you with power; you have done nothing but abuse the position of Minister to put your old enemies in Azkaban. This never was, and never has been, a fair trial." He let the wizard put him in cuffs, and take him out of the courtroom. Once they were a good ways away from the court room and in the Auror office to await deportation, he turned to the man.
"We have got to do something about Malfoy, it's just like Riddle all over again, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was back again." He said.
"I know mate, this is bad, you're accused of killing Ginny, Hermione and me . . . I don't know how they're going to take it."
"Hopefully, it will not be too bad."
"I'll see what Mione can bring up as evidence; I'll try and get your wand before they snap it."
"Ron, the Ministry is corrupted again, if you can, get my wand, Ginny, and my kids out of the country soon."
"I know, 'Mione and I plan to leave soon too." They looked around, and Ron looked at his watch.
"Its time." was all he said, as he helped Harry to his feet, and out of the office.
"Oh, god, Ron, I'm going to hear my mum again."
"We'll try and get you out, if we have to we'll bring ourselves in as evidence, however where Malfoy is in control, no doubt he's blackmailed everyone on the Wizengamot."
"Hopefully . . ." It seemed that the hallway wanted him to start that sentence, and all he saw before he blacked out, was a blur, and a dark chamber.
July 30, 1975
He hit the cold floor, and instantly woke up. He looked around for a minute, and saw everything was a little blurry.
"Accio Glasses," he said, his glasses which were lying on the floor next to him zoomed to his hand. He put them on, and instantly recognized the place he was being held in. 'Malfoy Manor!' he realized with a start. He had only been there once before, and it wasn't very pleasant. He heard the door open, and saw a figure in black robes and a mask approach.
"Figures . . . well sounds like the Death Eaters are back in business." He said under his breath.
"Get up, the Dark Lord wishes to see you." The drawling voice said.
"Riddle? I would have thought he would have killed me by now. I see you're in his favor Lucius."
"How do you know who I am?"
"How do you not know me?"
"I don't care who you are, but you are an interesting one, it seems our plan is working so far."
"Plan?"
"Enough, the Dark Lord is waiting!"
"Oh joy, can't wait to see him again." He said with a hint of sarcasm, Malfoy however didn't pay attention. He grabbed Harry, and dragged him into a huge circular room, that Harry had never seen before.
"Never seen this before." He said a little too loudly.
"Ah, here is our guest, from the future." A high, cold voice Harry recognized all too well said.
"What do you mean from the future? Well I guess that would make sense as you don't have the face I recognize, Snake-face." Voldemort launched himself at Harry.
"What did you say?"
"Snake-face. It really fits you." Harry said trying not to tell him about the future too much.
"I thought so, Crucio!" Voldemort said. The spell hit Harry, but did nothing.
"What!"
"I've been hit with that spell too many times, too bad I don't have my wand here, otherwise we could have an interesting duel."
"Why wouldn't you have your wand?"
"I was arrested, on false charges."
"What is your name boy?"
"Why don't you tell the rest of the group your name Riddle; then maybe I'll tell you mine."
"No. Imperio!" The curse hit Harry, but he threw it off instantly.
"Have you been telling them you're pure-blood, because I know better, you're a half-blood, just like me."
"Tell me your name."
"Why should I tell you? You've tried to kill me and you failed, why should I ruin the chance that I might not exist at all to stop you. You'll find out my name soon enough."
"Insolent brat, I know of a way for you to tell me information. Gritio Verducto!" Voldemort screamed. Harry, who wasn't expecting this, failed to dodge the sky-blue flash of light that knocked him off his feet. He looked at Voldemort and opened his mouth to say that nothing had happened, when he noticed that his hair now reached his shoulders.
"What the hell did you do to me?" Harry asked.
"Didn't you notice already, now tell me the information I want, or I will not remove the curse."
"What exactly did you curse me with?" asked Harry in a lighter voice.
"I think you will find that your life will never be the same again. Now, take a look at yourself in the mirror." Voldemort said, "You won't even recognize yourself." One of the Death Eaters, Harry didn't even care, brought a mirror before the transfigured man. He now looked like a young girl, probably in her teenage years.
"Why the hell would I tell you anything about the future Riddle?" she asked.
"Because I am the only one who can remove that curse, I created it, in fact while you were unconscious."
"Don't you get it Riddle; I'll never tell you anything." She tried to Apparate, she didn't care where to, and soon found herself on the front steps of a very familiar castle.
"I'm…" she started to say, but was interrupted by footsteps.
"Hey, are you okay?" Harry looked up into a face she hadn't seen in nearly 21 years. Sirius Black was looking down at her.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"How the hell did you do that? You can't Apparate on the school grounds." She looked up and saw another familiar face. The face of Remus Lupin.
"Apparate? What is that?" she said. She felt like she had to lie, as they would question how she knew about this.
"Remus, do you think she was a victim of a spell?"
"Possibly, but . . . Peter, go get Professor McGonagall." Harry looked up, and saw the mousy boy run into the castle ahead of her.
"What's your name?" A familiar, but not complacent voice asked. Harry looked up to see the face of her father, James Potter.
"M . . . my name?" She asked. Thoughts were going through her head really fast. 'I have to think of a name, and fast.' "My name is Heather, I'm an orphan, and the last thing I remember was these weird people pointing sticks at me."
"Weird people? Were they in cloaks, and had masks?"
"Yes, they were."
"So you are the victim of a spell, of course . . . how old are you?"
"I'm . . . fifteen."
"Possibly . . ." her father said. Just then he was interrupted by a very stern-looking woman. Heather was pleased to see none other than Professor McGonagall; however, she tried her best to hide that with fright.
"Mr. Potter, what is the meaning of this?" McGonagall asked.
"This girl, she said her name was Heather, came from that orphanage that was attacked earlier today."
"They said there were no survivors."
"Well, she doesn't look so good, like she has been mistreated."
"How old is she?"
"Fifteen, professor, can one of us take her up to Professor Dumbledore?"
"I don't know what can happen from that . . . but you can try. Mr. Lupin, the Headmaster wanted to see you, so why don't you take her up."
"Of course Professor McGonagall," Remus Lupin said, as he helped her to her feet.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked.
"Only to the person in charge of this school, don't worry, he won't bite, he'll try to help you."
"H . . . help me?"
"Yes, ah here we are. I don't know why he likes these, but Lemon Drops." The gargoyle came to life and moved to the side, revealing the spiraling staircase. Heather walked as slowly as possible, and reached the old wooden door that opened into the Headmaster's office.
"Ah yes, Mr. Lupin, but who do we have here?" the wizard in question asked.
"Sir, I think I'll leave that for you to discuss with her . . . since James, Sirius, and Peter know can they accompany me?"
"I don't see why not; just tell them to make sure they are out of there in time." Lupin closed the door behind him, and Heather turned to Dumbledore.
"Before you say anything, I just want to explain . . ."
"Explain what, my dear?"
"I would guess I was out for a bit, but apparently, I time-traveled, right into Tom Riddle's headquarters."
"Time-traveled you say, well, that is an interesting predicament . . ."
"Not only that, but he used a spell, that apparently he created, and used me to test it."
"You seem fine . . ."
"I'm not supposed to be this way, you see, I sort of was a 36 year old man before he tried this curse. Just after I found out what he did I somehow Apparated out of his headquarters, into the Hogwarts grounds. Maybe it's because in my own time, I could break through any ward at any time."
"What was your name?"
"My name . . . was Harry James Potter."
"Well, that was an interesting turn of events, any relation to James Potter . . . and do you remember the spell?" Heather tried as she might, but she couldn't remember the spell.
"No sir, I cannot."
"I see, does Voldemort know your true identity?"
"No, that was one of the things I managed to keep from him, but the reason I Apparated, was that he was wearing my mental shields down, and quick."
"Impressive, now, you are inexperienced with that body, as I can tell, the spell not only changed you, but it changed your clothes as well. I assume that you already have a cover story?"
"I was just making one up, and apparently, Voldemort did attack the orphanage he was raised in earlier right?"
"Yes, he did."
"Well, I told the Marauders that I was at an orphanage, and that I had been assaulted by some people wearing strange masks."
"They said Death Eaters."
"Naturally, sir, Voldemort is gaining strength, but he loses it on the night of October 31, 1981, when I, as a baby, defeat him for the first of 5 different times. The final time killing him, in what would have been my seventh year."
"Would have?"
"Voldemort took over the Ministry, he was using them to try and track me down, but I managed to avoid him till early May, when we were captured by some of his people."
"We?"
"Me and my best friends, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger."
"Oh . . ."
"About a week later, we broke into Gringotts, to steal something of Voldemorts that would help us take him down. Then we ended up here at Hogwarts. This was where the final battle was fought, well down in the Great Hall."
"I see; how many people died?"
"Too many, over fifty from our side. Almost all on his."
"Hmm . . ." Dumbledore had that twinkle in his eye. Just as he opened his mouth to say something however, there was a flash of light, and two more bodies fell to the ground in front of his desk. Heather immediately recognized them both.
"Ron, Hermione." She breathed. They both began to stir, and looked around.
"You know, Ron, you seem to be a complete imbecile at times."
"Glad to know of it 'Mione."
"Where are we?"
"If I might ask, what are you doing in my office?" Dumbledore asked.
"Albus? But that doesn't make sense you're dead, unless we're dead too."
"I assure you, you are neither dead, nor are I, are you from the same time as one Harry Potter?"
"Yeah, he's my brother-in-law?"
"Yeah, but there's been a bit of a problem with that Ron." Heather said.
"Who are you? You can't be older than fifteen."
"Actually, that's just the body I was put in by Riddle when I arrived here; he thought he would use me as a test subject for a curse he just barely created."
"Who are you then?"
"I think you know me better as . . . Harry James Potter." Heather said, watching Ron faint.
"Harry is that really you?" Hermione asked.
"Be careful what you call me around the Marauders they're a clever bunch, I had to make up a name really fast, but they believed it was my actual name."
"What name did you come up with?"
"All I could come up with at the time was a first name."
"That would be?"
"Heather, I was thinking maybe using my mom's middle name for mine, but I don't know about a last name."
"Well, since you've put out the story that you are an orphan, maybe we could get a family here to adopt you, to keep you safe."
"How?"
"I can repress your memories of your previous life, and replace them with a string of memories for now."
"Sir . . . might I ask what happened here?" Hermione asked.
"I think the appropriate one to ask would be Heather. She alone knows what happened. Plus, in this time is the only one able to Apparate or Disapparate inside Hogwarts' wards."
"Heather, what happened?"
"I was sent back in time, and cursed by Voldemort. Now that I've thought on it, I do remember the part that might have reduced my age."
"Yes . . ."
"Verducto." Heather said, without realizing it she activated a wand that had been lying dormant, two beams of light shot at Hermione and Ron. As the seconds went on, they began to look younger, and younger, until they reached the age Heather was.
"What happened?"
"I guess, my wand recognized Voldemort's spell, it used it, I'm assuming Ron did get my wand."
"Yeah, he did, glad we ran into you, so . . ."
"I think I'll take it back." Hermione reached into the robes Ron was wearing, and grabbed the wand that had served Heather so well. As the two connected, there was a flash of light, and Ron, of all people, began to change. They watched, as Ron changed, and his body twisted itself. In just a few seconds, the boy that was known as Ronald Weasley was no more.
"I think my wand just likes to act of its own accord, ever since I repaired it, it has done strange things." They looked at the mass on the floor, and it began to stir. Instead of Ron, on the floor, there was a young girl, who deeply resembled Hermione.
"What the hell happened?" she asked.
"Ron . . . Harry's wand did it again, acting of its own accord."
"That wand must like you or something," Ron pouted, "Now I'm a girl too!"
"Hey being a girl isn't that bad." Hermione said.
"Yeah, but you're my wife. . . ."
"Not now, we'll have to figure out the parts of the spell, so we can find a counter-spell. Although, Riddle did say he was the only one who could reverse it."
"Good idea, great, why didn't he think of this before?"
"Because he never got a test subject . . ."
"So you're saying he did, he just never got the time, but that would mean we've already changed the past just by being here."
"Mione we sort of did change time, so everything wouldn't be the same when, or if, we go back." Heather said.
"What do you mean, if we go back?" Hermione said frustrated, "I want to see my kids again!"
"Hermione, calm down, we will try to find out what happened as soon as possible." Ron said.
"As for now . . ." Dumbledore said, and they all jumped, having forgotten he was there. "I think the three of you will be better off disguised as Hogwarts students."
"We . . ."
"I know that you have graduated, but I feel that this will be necessary in order to protect you three from Tom Riddle."
"Why would we need to be protected from a dead guy?" Ron asked.
"Because Ronald . . . he is not dead here as you might like to think he is, we are in the past. Does that make sense to you?" Hermione said.
"But . . ."
"Ron, we are in the year 1975 . . ."
"Oh." was all Ron could say.
"You know, you do bear an uncanny resemblance to me Ron."
"I do?"
"Now anyway, after Harry's wand acted of its own accord." Heather coughed, and Hermione and Ron jumped looking around the room.
"What are you looking for?"
"I thought I heard Umbridge . . ."
"That was me."
"You and Ginny both do that so well."
"Can't help it. Anyway, you keep referring to my past self."
"Sorry . . . Can't help it, still not used to this."
"I know Mione." The three of them laughed.
"Ahem . . ." They jumped again, having forgotten Dumbledore was there again. ". . . As it is the end of the school year, the train will be leaving tomorrow. And Mr. Potter, I do know you've been trying to listen in at my door; you'll find I've made it impenetrable. But come in now, I have something I need to talk to you about." The door opened, and James Harold Potter walked in.
"Yes . . ."
"Can you contact your parents; I need to talk with them about possibly giving these girls somewhere to stay for now."
"Yes, sir."
"Now you may go, I must discuss matters further with these three." Heather saw James give her an eye, and then he briskly walked out of the room. Once he was out of earshot, Heather turned to kind old Headmaster.
"You do know that I'm actually his son right?"
"I thought that might be the possibility. Now, for further arrangements . . ."
"Sir, I know of a way . . . from the future, to repress memories. In our time they made it illegal to use, as it was constantly being used to make people think they were different people. But, I don't think it has been found out yet, so we should be okay if we use it." Hermione said suddenly. Ron, Dumbledore and Heather looked at her.
"Hermione, you're a genius!" Heather said, "I can't believe I didn't think of that."
"I can." Ron said.
"This coming from Mr. I-married-the-smartest-witch-in-our-year." Heather stated.
"Well, actually Hermione was the one who invented the spell; it was made public knowledge when one Rita Skeeter listened in on the staff meeting in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
"So they had to ban it." Dumbledore said.
"Well, so are we going to do it?" Heather said.
"Give Hermione and me some time before we do this, so that we can come up with possible memories to give each of you, false ones, but made up so well, not even the best Obliviator will be able to tell the real from the fake." Dumbledore said. Just after he finished, the fireplace roared, and two middle-aged people stepped out.
"Harold, Miriam, welcome, did James manage to tell you why I called you here?"
"Said something about needing some help with something."
"Yes. As you know, there was an attack on a Muggle orphanage earlier today. We thought there were no survivors, however, these three girls, somehow were teleported to Hogwarts, they have no idea how, or that magic was even real, this particular girl, remembers being in a dark cell, and then she picked the lock, and ended up listening in on a Death Eater meeting. It was when the Death Eaters found her, who found she was there when Voldemort's snake slithered past her on its way to its master, that she was teleported here. Upon arriving at my office, the other two appeared, and they don't know what's really going on. I was wondering, because, as I was going through the old first-year records, I found their names listed as not responded. Upon further questioning, I found that they had received the letter, but it had been taken away by the owner of the orphanage just as soon."
"So these three, have been explained to, about the world to which they belong?"
"Yes." Heather flinched at that single word, as she had heard that same word used in the exact same way, by the exact same person.
"We could give them a place to stay until they can find a home." Harold Potter said, "Don't worry about paying us back for it, all we would like to see is them happy."
"Thank you, now, one girl and I need to talk about something, she was the most confused and they will need to come here during the summer to catch up with their fellow students."
"That will be no problem Albus. Do you two want to come with us, to see the house where you will be staying?" Miriam Potter said turning to Heather and Ron.
"Of course."
"Miriam, I have been thinking of something, and I'm going to try a new way of reworking the memory. If it works I will be able to make it so that Heather here won't remember what that Death Eater meeting was about."
"That would probably be for the best, as we have no idea what You-Know-Who could do to her, to find out what she knows."
"That and she will still remember what your house is like."
"True, so very true, well, we'll be off, can you tell me your names?" Miriam Potter asked Heather and Ron.
"My name is Heather Marie Porter." Heather said thinking the rest of her new name up.
"Mine, well, it's . . ."
"Her name is Haley Sephrea Granger. And that is her sister over there, Hermione Jean Granger." Heather intervened, as she knew Ron hadn't thought of that yet. "She's a little shy around other people, so she doesn't remember things that great in public. One or two people and she's okay, but you get more than that, and she tends to stammer."
"It's okay Haley, there's no need to be nervous." Miriam said, "Now, Harold, can you please show these two how to use the Floo Network?"
"It would be my pleasure, my dear." Harold Potter walked over to the fireplace, and pulled out a bag of his pocket. He loosed the drawstring, and then pulled out some Floo Powder. He threw it in, and then stepped in; Heather and Ron did their best to look scared that he might burn up, and then he shouted, "Godric's Hollow," before vanishing into the ashes. Miriam followed, but left the Powder bag for the two girls.
"Are you going to take the bag or am I?" Heather asked.
"I will, but why the weird name?"
"First thing that came to my mind when I looked at you. Anyway, you and Hermione can pretend to be sisters, and then we'll figure it out."
"So I'll go by that name for now until we can figure out how to reverse this." Ron, no, Haley said. Heather stepped up to the fireplace, and pulled out some Floo Powder, throwing it on the flames. When the flames were emerald green, she stepped in, and quickly, but clearly, said, "Godric's Hollow." The next thing she saw was a good size living room, stone floor around the fireplace. She stepped out a little dizzy, and then turned to watch Haley Granger appear from the fireplace. Haley feinted a daze, and then stepped over by her.
"Mione said she'll be a while, so just to relax, and then when she gets done with whatever she and Dumbledore are doing, she'll be over and we can look around."
"R . . . Haley," Heather said, catching herself, "This is where I would have grown up, had my parents not died, and me marked."
"Are you serious?"
"No I am not Sirius."
"I meant the other one."
"Oh, yeah I am, this was in ruins when I last saw it." Haley opened her mouth to continue the discussion, but was interrupted by the door opening.
"There you are; did you happen to grab the bag of Floo Powder before coming over?"
"Yes, m'am, Haley grabbed it before she came through." Heather said, as Haley handed over the bag.
"You two are so nice, well, why don't we show you to your rooms, I'm sure Dumbledore will want to see you soon."
"Do you have a library?" Haley looked at Heather in shock. She wanted to go the library?"
"Yes, first we'll show you to your rooms." Heather looked depressed, but as soon as they reached her room, her depression seemed to disappear like it was never there. She immediately went over to the bed, and collapsed on it. It was very much like the four-poster beds at Hogwarts, but it was better suited to a girl.
"Well, I can see you already like it, Haley will be next door to the left, and Hermione when she gets here on the right." Mrs. Potter said. Haley left the room with the two adults, and soon Heather heard the bed move a little in the next room over. She relaxed on the bed, and soon wondered why she had been dragged back in time. She shrugged it off, and began to look around. She soon noticed the full-length mirror, and looked at her body, as she didn't want to take the time while in Malfoy Manor. She had shoulder-length black hair that curled a little on the ends. She also noticed that her eyes were now blue rather than green.
"I guess it helps with a disguising my identity problem." She said out loud to herself. Her clothes, which Dumbledore had noticed were transfigured, now resembled a blouse and skirt, and she also took note of the earrings that had somehow been placed in. Her shoes were still tennis shoes, but a female style, rather than male. She just finished looking at herself, when there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" she said. She looked up to see Haley enter.
"What were you up to?"
"Just seeing what I looked like, as I had not had the chance to when I was first presented with a mirror back in Malfoy Manor."
"Don't ever talk to me about that place. I still have nightmares about what Mione went through in there."
"What did you want?"
"Mione came by and said that we were needed immediately in Dumbledore's Office. And she said to bring your wand as well."
"Okay, so . . . let's go." The two teens made their way through the house back the way they came, and soon were in the den once more. Haley quickly went through, and Heather soon followed.
"Where did that brat get off to?" Voldemort shrieked, "She can't have apparated out, I have wards in place."
"What she did looked a lot like Apparation, my Lord." Lucius Malfoy said, "When I get back to Hogwarts I can see if she's there or not, Dumbledore probably will have come up with a cover story for her, but I should be able to recognize her."
"Lucius, I feel that you should no longer go to Hogwarts under the guise of a dead student, you are wasting your potential. Bring me Severus Snape; I do believe he is a fourth-year at the moment."
"At the moment, do you want to use him, my Lord?"
"I will see if he will do my spying for me. Until you get back, I will try to use a Locating Charm, but it will be difficult without hairs."
"Yes, my Lord, at once." Lucius left Voldemort's side, and he continued walking, pondering on who their visitor was. For once, even Lord Voldemort was clueless. He returned to Lucius' study, and began pouring over the books that he had been looking over when he had been alerted to her arrival.
"Welcome back you two, I see you are more comfortable." Dumbledore said, once Heather and Haley had arrived back in his office.
"Yes, sir, Hermione, I'm sure you haven't seen your room yet, do you want to go see it?"
"I will in a little bit. However, we came upon a problem, as we were looking at stuff. Heather, your wand, is it any different than it was when you first bought it?"
"Well, it is a little darker, but maybe, could Ollivander take a look at it? If it changed at all, he'd be able to tell us what to. I just hope it's still remotely close to what it used to be."
"What did it used to be?" Dumbledore asked, with that twinkle in his eye, which usually meant he was up to something. Heather looked at her friends, before answering.
"Holly wood, and a phoenix feather core, eleven inches. Repaired by the very wand in your possession, after it had been broken beyond normal repair."
"I take it, either myself repaired it, or . . ."
"I did, almost a year after your death, I happened upon the person who had disarmed you before your plans could take action, you had your death planned with a Death Eater who had turned spy. We thought he was truly on Voldemort's side, until the final battle where he gave me the memories that were necessary for me to just embrace Death and allow Voldemort to destroy himself. He died right after giving them to me, as he was thought to be the master of the wand."
"But as if you say, if my death had been planned, the wand's power would have died with me, as I had not been defeated."
"But you were just before your plans could take action, you could have saved yourself, but you froze me wordlessly, you were disarmed and I had to watch as you and the spy made it seem like he was betraying you." Dumbledore looked at the three girls, and stood up, walking over to the fireplace.
"Diagon Alley." He said going into the fireplace. The three girls looked around, and relaxed for what seemed an eternity, before Dumbledore returned with another person behind.
"Mr. Ollivander, I would like you to take a look at a wand that one of these three girls has."
"Albus, it would be my pleasure." The old man said not as decrepit and sunken as he had been when Heather had last seen him. The year and a half in Voldemort's dungeons had taken its toll on him, and he had not yet recovered. Heather approached him, and held out her wand.
"Hmmm, ah, almost identical to that legendary wand, the Elder Wand, but it has a few other elements with it, a little bit of Holly and a core of a phoenix feather. It has been broken once and repaired, but the core is what interests me. For you see, the phoenix from which that wand's core came from, is none other than the phoenix in this very room. But what is odd is that this feather is the same in a wand that I made over fifty years ago, just after Albus had come into possession of Fawkes. Yes, I remember every wand I've ever made or sold, and this is just very interesting."
"So you're saying that it would be okay for me to continue using this wand, even though you haven't actually sold the wand that it had been?"
"So . . . it is that wand that is in my shop, but it is very different as well." Ollivander said, "So you are time-travelers are you?" The three girls nodded, before Heather spoke up.
"Mr. Ollivander, I was wondering, very soon, the Headmaster is going to use a method of repressing our memories, so that Riddle will not be able to use our information of the future. He can't use the Imperious Curse, as all three of us can throw that off with out effort." She said looking at him in the eye.
"Yes . . ."
"I was wondering if afterward, since I won't remember any of this, only of false memories, and of the Potter's house, if you wouldn't mind selling that wand to me, that way I could say that I bought it even in the alternate life I am about to live."
"I won't make you pay for it."
"As it is, my name right now in this timeline is Heather Marie Porter, but as I always have been an orphan . . . even in my past life . . . I don't know if that will change."
"Understandable, just keep a watch out for the first and middle names."
"I will be happy to send you an owl telling you which family she is adopted into, if she is, so you won't have to be on the watch. It won't be too long before she comes in to buy back her wand. Make sure you try her with a few fakes." Ollivander took the wand, and went back to the fireplace. Just before he did he turned to the other two.
"Are you two going to need your wands re-bought, or are you going to keep them?" the old man asked.
"We will need to buy them again." Hermione said. She grabbed Haley's and hers and handed them to the old man.
He went back through, and the three girls turned to sit back down, only to be interrupted by the fireplace once more.
"Ah, so there they are. So is your business done, Dumbledore?"
"Yes, Harold, it is."
"Very good, very good. Now Heather, after Dumbledore is done with what he needs to do to hide that Death Eater meeting, Miriam and I have a very interesting proposition for you, you see, even though we have only known you for a short while."
"I'll be happy to talk it over as soon as we are done here."
"Now Hermione, was it? Do you want to come see your room? You'll be able to set it up to your tastes, later."
"I think I will later." Mr. Potter left the room, and Dumbledore turned to the three.
"As I understand it, you will need a Dreamless Sleeping Potion to prevent your mind from fighting me, am I right Miss Granger." Dumbledore said to Hermione, she nodded her head.
"Vedley." A house-elf appeared, "Can you please fetch some dreamless sleeping potion from Poppy's stores."
"Yes sir." The house-elf disapparated with a crack and returned with a bottle of the potion asked for." Dumbledore conjured three goblets, and poured some in each. He handed it off, and the Golden Trio looked at each other, before drinking it down. One by one, they fell into a deep, but dreamless sleep. Dumbledore looked them over, and then pulled out his wand.