The Timeturner Effect
By FlyingFree7 (also known as FlyingFree on HPFF)
Prologue
Rose Weasley's stomach churned as the Hogwarts Express pulled away from Platform 9 3/4. She put on a forced smile and waved to her mother, father, and brother, Hugo, until she could not see them any longer. She sat down on the ground and leaned up against the door of her compartment. She banged her head against it, thoughts rushing through her head about the coming day. She was to be living away from home with a bunch of strangers until Christmas time! Not only that, but today she had to sit in front of the entire school and have a hat stuck on her head to be sorted. Could it get any worse?
Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. Rose picked herself up and brushed herself off. She turned around to see Albus, her cousin. Rose motioned for him to come in. He opened the door, looking quite pale himself. "Hey Rose," he mumbled as he sat down. Rose sat down across from him. They sat there in silence for a few minutes. Rose stared at the floor and moved her feet around in random patterns. Albus played with his fingers. "So..." Albus began.
"Hey guys!" someone at the door to their compartment shouted. Rose and Albus gott quite the stir out of this, but looked to see that it was their other cousin, Fred. Fred is always hyper, always. The Weasley family never wonders why, due to the fact that George owns Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. Fred is bound to get loads of candy from there, and he is George's son anyhow.
"You excited for the sorting?!?" Fred asked them as he sat down, then stood up, then sat down once more.
Albus and Rose nodded in agreement.
"Rose, are you okay? You aren't acting like yourself!" Fred said to her.
He was speaking the truth. Rose was a smart girl, who always has some insult to throw, some trick up her sleeve, and knew how to get what she wanted. The whole sorting thing was freaking her out. She wasn't acting like she usually did, not in the least bit. She is never quiet, she always has something to say. Albus, on the other hand, was generally a shy boy. This behavior was expected from him, but not Rose.
Rose took a breath in, held it for a second, and then began "I don't know Fred, I'm just...nervous,"
Rose let out a sigh and looked up into her cousin's eyes, his red hair, his tan skin, and the little brown freckles on his face that you can notice only if you look close enough. She noticed the fact that he was squirming in his seat and can't stay calm. "Oh, Fred," she thought to herself.
Fred looked back at Rose, and stopped squirming for a moment. "I understand, I'm nervous too, but whatever we do, whatever house we get sorted into, we'll make our mommys and daddys proud, I promise."
A smile errupted on Fred's face, and one grew onto Rose's. Fred's words comforted Rose. She got up, sat next to Albus and put her arm around him. She could see he did not feel confident at all about the coming events. Rose puts her arm around Albus, squeezed him tightly, and whispered in his ear, "Fred's right."
Albus looked up at Rose, and whispered back, "Really?"
"Yeah, really," Rose and Fred said in unison.
***
As the doors to the Great Hall opened, Rose was in complete shock of the enormity of it. She looked up at the ceiling, and noticed a shooting star in the gigantic sky above them. She looked over at all the tables, seeing a green, blue, yellow, and red table cloth at their respective grand tables. Her mouth remained open in awe as she saw a lone hat atop a stool, moving ever so slightly, as if it were breathing. As she was walking, side by side with her cousins Fred and Albus, her dark auburn hair fell in front of her face. She brushed it away as she saw her cousin, James. James was making faces at them. Rose thought to herself, "How long do you suppose he's been doing that, trying to get our attention?" She waved and laughed. As the first years approached the front of the hall, Rose's stomach began to become more and more touseled. She took a few deep breaths and realized that everything is going to be alright, just like Fred said it would be.
Rose looked up to see a familliar face holding a large scroll next to the stool with the sorting hat. Professor Neville Longbottom found Rose and winked at her. Rose took comfort that her Uncle Neville was there, a part of the sorting ceremony. He always did know how to make her smile.
Professor Longbottom motioned for the room to go silent, and just as soon as the last conversation came to an end, the Sorting Hat began to sing its yearly song.
"I may be a hat, tattered and torn,
An old heirloom passed down and down.
I'm quite wise in my choosings,
You'll never forget
The things I announce ahead.
My duty to you here and now
Is placing you where you belong.
I look into you and figure it out,
I put you in the correct house.
For the bravest and boldest,
Gryffindor is your place.
For the intelligent and wise,
Ravenclaw will suit you best.
For the cunning and clever,
Slytherin is home to you.
And for the kindhearted and just,
Hufflepuff will be perfect place.
Now listen to me, and hear my words,
I always know where you belong.
Place me upon your head and see,
Where your home shall be."
With that, the Sorting Hat's song ended, and Professor Longbottom opened up his scroll. "When I call your name, come forward. I shall place the hat on your head. Once your house is announced, head over to your respective table."
He cleared his throat and said the first name, "Abercrombie, Harold."
Rose turned to see a short, pale, freckled faced boy walk up to the stool. He took a seat as Professor Longbottom placed the hat upon his head. Harold Abercrombie sat there for a moment, looking quite uncomfortable, until the sorting hat shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!" for all to hear. Cheers rang from the Hufflepuff table and respective claps came from the others.
Rose felt much more comfortable, this seemed much easier to her. She was still unsure as to what house she wanted to be in, granted her parents would rather her be in Gryffindor, but she was alright with Ravenclaw as well. "I guess I shall leave it up to the sorting hat," she thought to herself. She looked over at Albus, who still looked quite nervous. She took his hand and squeezed it. He smiled at her.
"Malfoy, Scorpius." Professor Longbottom announced.
Rose turned to see the boy her father had pointed out to her earlier in the day. He was blonde with dashing gray eyes. He looked neutral as he approached the stool. Professor Longbottom put the hat onto Scorpius's head. Silence lasted in the Great Hall for a minute. Rose wondered what was taking so long. Finally, the Sorting Hat announced, "SLYTHERIN!"
"No surprise there," whispered Fred to Rose and Albus.
A few more names passed until Professor Longbottom came to the P's.
"Potter, Albus."
Rose squeezed Albus's hand once more as he headed over for the stool. He looked like he was about to projectile vomit all over the Great Hall. Professor Longbottom placed the Sorting Hat on his head. Rose stared at her cousin, waiting for his house to be announced. Finally, "RAVENCLAW!" rang through the hall.
Rose and Fred cheered as Albus, looking quite relieved, ran straight over to the Ravenclaw table sitting next to Dominique, their cousin.
Names flew by, until it was time for Fred to go up to the stool.
He ran up, almost as if he were flying. A grin enveloped his entire face as the hat was put on top of his head. It immediately screamed, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Cheers errupted from the Gryffindor table, and from the entire Weasley family that was about the room, Victoire, Dominique, Molly, James, Albus, and Rose.
Then Professor Longbottom announced, "Weasley-Granger, Rose."
Suddenly, those butterflies that left Rose's stomach returned. She took a deep breath, realized it wasn't going to be as bad as she thought, "And if Albus can do it, I can do it in a heartbeat," she thought to herself.
She sat herself down on the uncomfortable wooden stool, and the hat was gently placed on top of her redhead. "Ahhh. A Weasley, I see, but also a Granger?" a voice whispered into her ear.
"Yes, thats what happens when a Weasley and Granger procreate," she thought.
"Snappy aren't we? Quite ambitious too. And oh so clever. Hmm, I may be going a bit off of the usual route for a Weasley-Granger procreation, now, eh?"
"What?"
"Oh, you'll see my cunning little friend."
The conversation inside her head ended as the hat shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"
Rose's mouth dropped to the floor as she realized where she had just been placed. "Well, won't Dad think this is peachy?" she thought, as she made her way to the Slytherin table. She had her choice of seat between sitting next to some random second year or Scorpius Malfoy.
"Well, I do have to make Dad proud somehow," she thought.
Rose sat next to the random second year.
***
When Rose entered the Slytherin common room for the first time, she was amazed by the vastness of it all. Everything (and everyone for that matter) looked to be of wealthy origins, and the panes of iced glass reflected the green-blue of the lake. She was led in, along with the rest of the first year girls, to their dormitory by a prefect. There, lying to the right, by another pane of iced glass, was a four poster bed and her trunk. Laid out on Rose's bed was a Slytherin robe, scarf, hat, sweater, and tie. She just stared at the clothes for a moment, taking in the fact that she was a Slytherin. She brushed the tie with her fingers, and then quickly folded her new uniform up and put it away. She grabbed a pair of pajama pants and a white t-shirt and quickly headed into the bathroom. She showered, scrubbing her red hair with her fingers as she thought about just what had happened prior to this. She finished up, brushed her teeth, and changed.
When she got back into the dormitory, she found that all of her roommates had already gone to sleep. She made it over to her bed, where she lay down on top of the blankets for what seemed like an eternity. When she realized she wasn't going to fall asleep any time soon, Rose got up and headed down to the common room. There she found Scorpius Malfoy scanning a newspaper.
As she was about to turn around, he said, "Turning around just because you saw me, Weasley?" not even looking up to see her.
She walked over towards him. He was lounging on a large black leather armchair reading The Daily Prophet. "And what's wrong with that? My father said to avoid you." she replied swiftly.
"Do you always listen to what your father has to say?"
She thought about it for a moment, and realized that he was right. She sat down on a couch beside his armchair. She examined him, his blonde hair slicked back, still wet from his apparent shower. He was wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants with black socks on. His gray eyes still had not left the words of The Daily Prophet.
"No." Rose mumbled.
"See, I knew it." he said, finally looking up at her.
They made eye contact for a moment, until he went back to what he was reading. "So, you must not be anything like your bad excuse of a father, then, eh? Seeing as your here and he wasn't." he continued.
"Excuse me?" she replied, sharply, "My father is the bad excuse? Let's talk about yours for a moment. Bully become Death Eater!"
"You have no right to talk about my father!" He replied sternly, then shoving his Daily Prophet down into his lap.
Scorpius winced and began examining his hand.
"If I have no right talking about your father then you have no right speaking of mine." Rose replied, noticing the blood coming from his hand.
An awkward pause began almost as quick as their conversation ended. Rose, being the talker she always had been, was the one to end it. "Are you alright? Do you need a bandage?"
Scorpius had resorted to trying to wipe the blood away on the leather armchair. He found that did absolutely nothing.
"Um, yes, that would be nice, Weasley." he hesitatingly replied.
Rose got up and headed back up the stairs to her dormitory. She tip toed over to her trunk and opened it up. She shuffled through it, trying to find the bandages her mother had packed her just that morning. She discovered them, a box labled: "Mago-Bando! The all in one bandaid for the active wizard! Guaranteed to heal in an hour!" She grabbed the box and tip toed back out of her dormitory, hearing as she left, "Weasley...?" but ignored it and went back to the common room.
"Here." Rose said as she got down in front of the arm chair and took out a bandage from the Mago-Bando box. She took the bandage out of its protective covering and grabbed Scorpius's hand. She carefully stuck the bandage onto his papercut and pushed down on it, making sure it would stay. She crinkled up the covering the bandage came in and threw it back into the box. "There," she said, looking back up at him.
"Thanks." he replied stiffly.
She got back up, grabbed the box, and began walking back to her dormitory.
"I'm sorry." she heard from behind.
She turned around and said, "I'm sorry too."
She then turned back to face the stairwell and headed back up to the girls dormitory. She quitely walked over to her bed, lifted up her green covers, and got into bed. She turned onto her side and closed her eyes. "What a first day of school..." Rose thought as she drifted off to sleep, ending her first day at Hogwarts.
A/N- Well, here's to my first chapter! Sorry for the atrocious Sorting Hat song, I can't exactly write poetry. I hope you enjoy it! More is coming soon enough! Trust me, we'll be getting into the good stuff. (: Thanks! Remember to review!
-Megs