The Killing Curse had backfired on Voldemort, finally eradicating the source of a decade of horror for both Muggles and Wizards. I finally did it, but the flash of green light was too overwhelming. It reminded me of the night Voldemort attacked 16 years ago, the night when I was orphaned and left to live with Dursleys. The dizziness and nausea took over, and the last thing I saw was a group of Death Eaters jumping into something that looked like a portal.
I finally woke up with a splitting headache. I tried opening my eyes, but they were glued shut. When I finally opened my eyes, my vision was blurry and could only make out vague shapes.
"Where am I?" I wondered.
Someone helped me sit up and handed me a cup of tea.
"You're in the school infirmary," answered Madame Pomfrey,
"How long was I out?"
"About a week. You should rest more, dear. You're not going anywhere until you get better." Madame Pomfrey fussed over him for few more minutes.
"I'm completely fine," I lied. "I can stand up by myself."
I glanced all around me even though my body protested, hoping to see a familiar figure. When I caught glimpses of Hermione, I maneuvered my battered body through the crowd with some difficulty, drowning out Madame Pomfrey's remarks about teenage boys.
"Hermione!" I yelled. She turned around and beckoned that we should talk in private, so I followed her into an empty classroom.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed as she squeezed me tightly. "You fought Voldemort, and you only got scratches and bruises! Blimey, I thought you would have been done for!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm ok. You're going to suffocate me to death. After all I've been through, I don't want to die of something like this. So, what happened after I collapsed? How's Ron and his family? I thought I saw something like a portal and Death Eaters going through it."
"Oh, Harry…" Hermione started filling me in. "Weasleys are fine, but… According to the remaining Death Eaters, they managed to create a spell to travel to other time periods and do whatever they want, but it won't affect us. Sort of like a parallel universe. I'm not even sure how that's possible. The spell is so complicated that even they can't manage it very well. But luckily for us, we figured out that only ten Death Eaters went to London in Victorian Era while you were out."
"Y-You mean they can cause havoc in another dimension? How? No… That can't be… We can't let them do that! Is there something we can do? It's all my fault. I let them escape even though they were right in front of me." I said half to myself as I paced the room.
"Harry… It's not your fault. No one blames you for anything. Rest of us couldn't even face Voldemort. We could work on the spell, but it'll take us years before we can make use of it. Honestly, I dunno if we can travel to the specific time Death Eaters fled to."
I stopped pacing and said, "Wait. I've got an idea. Remember when we turned time back and helped Sirius and Buckbeak escape? What if we use the time turner with the spell? Like… Like enhance the time turner to travel to a parallel universe and won't affect us."
"Good idea! There are only a handful of brilliant wizards who can research the spell and all, but none of them are fit for capturing dark wizards. We could send a group of Aurors, but even they can't stand up to that many Death Eaters. We can send you. But we're still students, if not dropouts. We need to finish school and… Become an Auror…" Hermione started lecturing what they needed to do in preparation.