Disclamer: I don't own any thing Harry Potter. One day I will and then you will all kneal down trembling before me but not today.
Time Frame: Summer of the 6/7 year.
A/N: This is my first fan fic but don't take pity on me when you write that review ( which I want you to do ) Tell me why or why you did not like it please! Suggestions welcome. Hope you enjoy! Also thank you to my cousin who helped me greatly with this!
Chapter one
Harry looked down at what was once a body. It was now quickly turning to ash, pieces crumbling off and breaking on the smooth, cold ground.
"Good-bye Voldemort." he muttered. So many times he had dreamed of this moment, only to wake up and find a few more of the people he knew had been caught or killed. But this time it was real. Lord Voldermort had finally been defeated. Harry was suddenly aware of a pain on his right arm. Rolling up his sleeve he saw a deep gash that bled freely down the front of his robes. He didn't even know how it had happened. The past 20 minutes had been a blur.
…He had came running. It being so late, hardly anyone was in the twenty-floor building, so he had little opposition. He was here by the command of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry was to find out anything he could about the building and the people in it, also they believed that one of his best friends was in here. Suddenly, on the seventh floor, he had run into Voldemort…
Harry gripped reality again and walked over to a desk in the corner with a computer sitting on it. Throughout the building Harry noticed lots of muggle machines, so this did not surprise him. Although he still didn't know why, but this one could help him.
He walked around and clicked on the desktop and ran a search for documents. Prisoners. There were tons of them. Most on the list had been killed. Familer names lept out at him, Semus, Hagrid, Flitwick. Each time he saw one of these his cheast felt harder and harder, but he held it back.He kept scrolling, his heart thumping faster and faster.
"You better be here Ron" He whispered. The list changed to W's and Harry held his breath, praying, until he found the familiar name.
Name: Location: Number: Importance
Ron Weasley: Webster Plaza/F6: 35674: High
For the first time that night he smiled. He had killed Voldemort and now he was going to get one of his best friends back. It had been three months since he had gone missing. Harry and Hermione had been devastated.
He ejected the zip disk and walked away, intently kicking what was left of Voldemort's head. It exploded into dust and floated, rapidly disappearing into the air. Harry kept walking towards the door until a sound of glass stopped him. He whirled around, his wand outstretched.
Nothing. He breathed deeply and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Something suddenly caught his eye. On the ground, near Voldemort, lay an object. Harry walked over and picked it up off the ground by a piece of string that was hooked to it.
It was two time turners connected together in the middle. On the top was four red buttons and inside was not sand but a crystal type dust that glowed without light.
"Better not fool with it." Harry thought, slipping it around his neck. The effect of the original time turner was to send you back in time one hour per turn. Who knew what this one could do.
Harry walked out of the room casually, into the hall, and went down the stairwell to the left. Voldemort hadn't really been that big of a surprise. Hermione had told him Voldemort would be around Ron to make sure he would not leave, so Harry knew he was bound to run into him, but he still couldn't believe what just happened.It was the very defantion of unbelivible.
He reached the 6th floor and walked out. It was empty, except for doors labeled by letters. He walked quietly to F and pointing his wand at the lock whispered, Alohomora. The door clicked and Harry walked in.
The room was painted white and lit brightly with a window on the other side. Half of the right side of the wall, only steel bars, was no doubt where Ron was. He walked forward and noticed his footsteps painfully echoed. Looking though the bars he saw Ron lying on the floor. No other object or person was there.
Ron was bloody and bruised, his clothes were ripped and torn, and his hair was worse than Harry's. It was awful too see him like this.
"Ron?" He said. There was a note of panic and worry in his voice. The red headed boy opened his eyes and looked up at Harry. A wave of shock and disbelief washed over his face.
"Harry?" His voice sounded croaked and was hard to understand. Harry nodded and gave a weak smile. Ron leapt to his feet and hugged him though the bars.
"All right Ron?" Harry asked.
"Oh I'm just fine Harry." He said sarcastically, and then noted the look of worry on Harry's face. "I'll live."
Harry looked around the bars for a lock but found nothing. Only a solid black box was near the hinges.
"Your arm." Ron said.
"Huh?"
"Is your arm okay?" His voice was beginning to sound better.
Harry looked back at his arm. Dried blood surrounded the gash, but it wasn't bleeding anymore. "It's fine."
"Harry...Voldemort is here."
"What happened to you-know-who?" asked Harry. Nearly everyone had called Voldemort you-know-who. Ron used to cringe just at the mention of his name.
Ron looked at him fearfully. "After you survive torture with him, his name means nothing."
Harry looked at him disbelievingly. "He tortured you?!"
Ron looked down at the floor, not able to meet Harry's eyes. "You should have left my sorry arse here Harry. They got a lot out of me..."
Before Ron could say anymore, Harry interrupted. "It's over for them Ron, I killed Voldemort."
Ron's eyes jumped back up to Harry's. "You did!" he almost yelled. He didn't wait for an answer. Ron threw his arm up in the air and laughed happily.
"Ron," Harry broke in, "how the hell do I get you out of here?"
Ron stopped and pointed behind Harry. He turned around and saw a numerical keypad. "357422." Ron said. "I caught it a few times."
Harry walked over and put in the code. Nothing happened. He looked back over to Ron. "Maybe not." Ron said with a shrug.
"Fine." Harry said. He raised his wand and murmured a word. Derthun! A bolt of lightning shot from his wand and struck the key pad, sparks and smoke rose. Ron pushed the bars and they swung open. "Thanks. We have to help Fred. He was captured with me."
Harry looked at him for a second, remembering the names on the list sent to the ministry by the Death Eaters. It was a list of prisoners they had killed. "Ron...you're the only prisoner left alive in here."
"Did they move him?" His voice was starting to break up again.
Harry shook his head slowly and put his hand on Ron's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
Ron, understanding, sunk to the floor and put his head in his legs. Harry tried to help him but found he should just be left alone. He looked around the room. The window should be big enough for me and Ron to get out of here. He thought.
Ron perked his head up. Red streaks were below his eyes. "Is Hermione okay?" He asked.
"Yea. She's been really worried about you."
"Let's get out of here." He sniffled and wiped his eyes, then stood up.
"Stand back." Harry said. He pointed his wand at the window. Fleibul! Two balls of fire shot out and shattered the mirror. Accio Firebolt Harry muttered.
Within a minute, Harry's broom rushed through the window and rested beside him. He and Ron climbed over the broom and started out the window. Havin been forgotton the timeturner swung about Harry's neck.
Time Frame: Summer of the 6/7 year.
A/N: This is my first fan fic but don't take pity on me when you write that review ( which I want you to do ) Tell me why or why you did not like it please! Suggestions welcome. Hope you enjoy! Also thank you to my cousin who helped me greatly with this!
Chapter one
Harry looked down at what was once a body. It was now quickly turning to ash, pieces crumbling off and breaking on the smooth, cold ground.
"Good-bye Voldemort." he muttered. So many times he had dreamed of this moment, only to wake up and find a few more of the people he knew had been caught or killed. But this time it was real. Lord Voldermort had finally been defeated. Harry was suddenly aware of a pain on his right arm. Rolling up his sleeve he saw a deep gash that bled freely down the front of his robes. He didn't even know how it had happened. The past 20 minutes had been a blur.
…He had came running. It being so late, hardly anyone was in the twenty-floor building, so he had little opposition. He was here by the command of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry was to find out anything he could about the building and the people in it, also they believed that one of his best friends was in here. Suddenly, on the seventh floor, he had run into Voldemort…
Harry gripped reality again and walked over to a desk in the corner with a computer sitting on it. Throughout the building Harry noticed lots of muggle machines, so this did not surprise him. Although he still didn't know why, but this one could help him.
He walked around and clicked on the desktop and ran a search for documents. Prisoners. There were tons of them. Most on the list had been killed. Familer names lept out at him, Semus, Hagrid, Flitwick. Each time he saw one of these his cheast felt harder and harder, but he held it back.He kept scrolling, his heart thumping faster and faster.
"You better be here Ron" He whispered. The list changed to W's and Harry held his breath, praying, until he found the familiar name.
Name: Location: Number: Importance
Ron Weasley: Webster Plaza/F6: 35674: High
For the first time that night he smiled. He had killed Voldemort and now he was going to get one of his best friends back. It had been three months since he had gone missing. Harry and Hermione had been devastated.
He ejected the zip disk and walked away, intently kicking what was left of Voldemort's head. It exploded into dust and floated, rapidly disappearing into the air. Harry kept walking towards the door until a sound of glass stopped him. He whirled around, his wand outstretched.
Nothing. He breathed deeply and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Something suddenly caught his eye. On the ground, near Voldemort, lay an object. Harry walked over and picked it up off the ground by a piece of string that was hooked to it.
It was two time turners connected together in the middle. On the top was four red buttons and inside was not sand but a crystal type dust that glowed without light.
"Better not fool with it." Harry thought, slipping it around his neck. The effect of the original time turner was to send you back in time one hour per turn. Who knew what this one could do.
Harry walked out of the room casually, into the hall, and went down the stairwell to the left. Voldemort hadn't really been that big of a surprise. Hermione had told him Voldemort would be around Ron to make sure he would not leave, so Harry knew he was bound to run into him, but he still couldn't believe what just happened.It was the very defantion of unbelivible.
He reached the 6th floor and walked out. It was empty, except for doors labeled by letters. He walked quietly to F and pointing his wand at the lock whispered, Alohomora. The door clicked and Harry walked in.
The room was painted white and lit brightly with a window on the other side. Half of the right side of the wall, only steel bars, was no doubt where Ron was. He walked forward and noticed his footsteps painfully echoed. Looking though the bars he saw Ron lying on the floor. No other object or person was there.
Ron was bloody and bruised, his clothes were ripped and torn, and his hair was worse than Harry's. It was awful too see him like this.
"Ron?" He said. There was a note of panic and worry in his voice. The red headed boy opened his eyes and looked up at Harry. A wave of shock and disbelief washed over his face.
"Harry?" His voice sounded croaked and was hard to understand. Harry nodded and gave a weak smile. Ron leapt to his feet and hugged him though the bars.
"All right Ron?" Harry asked.
"Oh I'm just fine Harry." He said sarcastically, and then noted the look of worry on Harry's face. "I'll live."
Harry looked around the bars for a lock but found nothing. Only a solid black box was near the hinges.
"Your arm." Ron said.
"Huh?"
"Is your arm okay?" His voice was beginning to sound better.
Harry looked back at his arm. Dried blood surrounded the gash, but it wasn't bleeding anymore. "It's fine."
"Harry...Voldemort is here."
"What happened to you-know-who?" asked Harry. Nearly everyone had called Voldemort you-know-who. Ron used to cringe just at the mention of his name.
Ron looked at him fearfully. "After you survive torture with him, his name means nothing."
Harry looked at him disbelievingly. "He tortured you?!"
Ron looked down at the floor, not able to meet Harry's eyes. "You should have left my sorry arse here Harry. They got a lot out of me..."
Before Ron could say anymore, Harry interrupted. "It's over for them Ron, I killed Voldemort."
Ron's eyes jumped back up to Harry's. "You did!" he almost yelled. He didn't wait for an answer. Ron threw his arm up in the air and laughed happily.
"Ron," Harry broke in, "how the hell do I get you out of here?"
Ron stopped and pointed behind Harry. He turned around and saw a numerical keypad. "357422." Ron said. "I caught it a few times."
Harry walked over and put in the code. Nothing happened. He looked back over to Ron. "Maybe not." Ron said with a shrug.
"Fine." Harry said. He raised his wand and murmured a word. Derthun! A bolt of lightning shot from his wand and struck the key pad, sparks and smoke rose. Ron pushed the bars and they swung open. "Thanks. We have to help Fred. He was captured with me."
Harry looked at him for a second, remembering the names on the list sent to the ministry by the Death Eaters. It was a list of prisoners they had killed. "Ron...you're the only prisoner left alive in here."
"Did they move him?" His voice was starting to break up again.
Harry shook his head slowly and put his hand on Ron's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
Ron, understanding, sunk to the floor and put his head in his legs. Harry tried to help him but found he should just be left alone. He looked around the room. The window should be big enough for me and Ron to get out of here. He thought.
Ron perked his head up. Red streaks were below his eyes. "Is Hermione okay?" He asked.
"Yea. She's been really worried about you."
"Let's get out of here." He sniffled and wiped his eyes, then stood up.
"Stand back." Harry said. He pointed his wand at the window. Fleibul! Two balls of fire shot out and shattered the mirror. Accio Firebolt Harry muttered.
Within a minute, Harry's broom rushed through the window and rested beside him. He and Ron climbed over the broom and started out the window. Havin been forgotton the timeturner swung about Harry's neck.
