Disclaimer: The following is a non-profit fan work. The Harry Potter franchise and all of its story elements, characters, etc. are property of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., Bloomsbury, Scholastic, etc.
A/N: So, I finally decided to seriously (well, maybe not that serious) write a Harry Potter fanfiction. It starts off a bit goofy, but a somewhat coherent plot filled with twists and turns and questions and mysteries to be answered begins to develop throughout the chapter.
So please sit back and enjoy!
Harry Potter and the Adventure through Time
A loud swoosh echoed through the air as a cloak was flung off of a figure and thrown heroically into the air.
"There will be no more death today, Voldemort!" A boy stood straight and determined as he pointed a chipped and knobbly stick boldly at the being across from him who exuded an air of arrogance as well as anger at his enemy's defiant proclamation.
"Oh?" he tilted his head mockingly, pointing his own stick back at the boy. "And who or what sort of godly power do you think is going to stop me? Is Merlin going to come back from the dead to enact vengeance? Or did you bring some kind of ancient civilization-destroying weapon? What makes you think you can defeat I, the EVIL Lord Vole-vol..."
"Voldemort, sweetie!" called out a motherly woman observing close to him while sitting comfortably on a wooden bench.
"SILENCE! You DARE correct the evil Lord Vo-volo-"
The woman cupped her hands to her mouth and again, called out."Voldemo-"
"Voldemort! I know!"
"Manners, young man!"
"Voldemort has no need for manners- Ow!" he exclaimed as the woman leaned forward and smacked him upside the head. He grumbled to himself before spinning on his heels to his enemy. "So, what secret weapon do you have to defeat me, Harry Potter?!"
"I bring no secret weapon, Voldemort. I don't need one to defeat you! I bring only myself and my wand! I'll defeat you just like it was foretold in the prophecy!"
The being who called himself Voldemort cackled maniacally and over-dramatically. "You think that YOU will defeat the GREAT Lord VOLDEMORT?! Are you an idiot? You must be an idiot. The only explanation is that you are an idiot!"
"Yeah, well, you're a dummy!" the boy who called himself Harry countered.
"Oh yeah? Well let's see how well you backtalk when you're dead!" 'Voldemort' swung his stick forward and made a whining, beam sound effect from his mouth, an action mirrored by 'Harry.'
'Voldemort' flung himself backwards on to the ground and flailed around, yelling "Aaaaauuuughh! You have slain me and I am now dying! GAAAHHHH!"
He promptly got back up as both he and the other boy turned towards the woman and bowed.
"Aaaaaannnd, scene!" he exclaimed.
The woman appreciatively clapped for the two children who grinned and high-fived in excitement.
She stood up and ruffled their hair. "Come along now, your father'll be home with the groceries by now. I'll make lunch." The boys cheered and followed their mother down the walkway of the park they'd been playing in to reach a nearby store so they could access the floo and transport home.
"Did you have fun playing Harry Potter?" The mother asked her children affectionately, passing by a pair of men chatting lazily on a bench, cloaks hung on the armrests.
"Yeah!" The younger boy exclaimed. "But next time, I get to be Harry!"
"No way, I'm the one who likes playing Harry Potter more than you!" The older brother argued.
"Now, now, boys. I'm sure you both enjoy playing Harry Potter." The woman told her kids, patting them on the head and walking out of sight of the men on the bench.
One of them, a freckled and gangly looking flaming-haired man turned to the other, a bespectacled, jet-black-haired man, and smirked. "So Harry, do you enjoy playing Harry Potter too?" he prodded Harry smugly.
"Stuff it, Ron," Harry replied with a half-hearted glare diminished by the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Ron sprung up off the bench.
"Hermione'll have lunch made by now. Wanna come along?" Ron offered.
"Nah, I think I'd just like to relax here for a bit."
"Suit yourself. See you later, mate," Ron replied, eager to get to his beloved food.
Harry sat back into the bench and closed his eyes to listen to the sound of birds tweeting and children laughing.
It had only been a few months since the fall of Lord Voldemort and things were already looking bright. The looming threat of a power-hungry and bigoted dark lord who would stop at nothing to take over the wizarding world and instill his dark regime was gone.
There would be no more murderous teachers possessed by the spirit of an evil dark lord.
No more innocent eleven year old girls being swept up into a genocidal maniac's plot because she was lonely enough to be tricked into getting possessed via writing in said maniac's soul fraction holding talking diary.
No more elaborate plots involving horribly dangerous wizarding tournaments and dark blood rituals to resurrect an evil villain who wanted Harry dead.
No more prophecies thrown in his face for him to be unwillingly forced into.
No more Voldemort and no more death.
The burden of having the weight of the world forced onto him was gone. The feeling of relief and the bright future ahead of him flooded him with happiness.
He was free.
The prospect of living a carefree life with no troubles was so appealing. He could become an auror and hunt down dangerous criminals alongside his best friend, Ron Weasley. Or maybe he could play professional quidditch. He would definitely be immediately running to the love of his life, Ginny Weasley, and beg for forgiveness for abandoning her in favor of being a noble prat. He'd marry her, have a few kids and name them in honor of those who died fighting.
He'd settle down, and life would be peaceful, and it would be just fantastic...Is what he'd been thinking after the battle had ended.
But now? Life had settled. Everything was in place for a lifetime of relaxation.
He'd been immediately accepted into the auror division for training.
He'd immediately proposed to Ginny.
She immediately slammed her fist in his gut, to which he doubled over in pain. ("If you ever do something as stupid as leaving me to 'protect' me, you'll be wishing all you got was a punch in the stomach!" is what he vaguely heard yelled at him while recoiling from the blow).
Then she'd kissed him.
He was at his happiest around his wife (neither'd wanted to wait very long, planning the entire wedding in only a couple months), that was certain.
So. Auror. Wife. Kids planned. A perfect life set out for him. So what was missing?
And then he realized. He was bored. Horribly bored. The job of auror wasn't as exciting as he'd hoped. When Voldemort had made a rise to full power, taken over Hogwarts, seemed to be unbeatable, and was still defeated (in a rather quick battle, as well), the death eaters just sort of gave up. There'd only been the occasional petty thieves and muggle object misusers to deal with.
And then, thinking back on his life at Hogwarts, he realized he felt...cheated.
It's not that he didn't love the main points of his life. Married to Ginny, best friends with Ron and Hermione, who were engaged to each other (Hermione had wanted to put off the wedding for a couple years, telling Ron that in the muggle world, it's not as common as in the wizarding world for couples under twenty to get married), and that glorious free feeling of a weight being taken off his shoulders that he'd felt after the battle.
But reminiscing about the entire ordeal, he realized it really was a grand adventure, and he hadn't gotten to enjoy it.
He loved the free feeling he felt after the battle of being able to choose what he does, rather than his actions being chosen for him in prophecies and him not getting to enjoy life, with all the graveness surrounding him.
But he thought back to his first year.
The future was unknown. He'd stepped into something new and exciting.
Magic was real. There was a whole world unexplored for him to run around in.
New friends, a grand adventure ahead.
A mystery surrounding the events of the school.
Who had robbed Gringotts?
What was that grubby package that Hagrid had removed just in time?
What would a giant three-headed dog be guarding in a school full of children?
A stone of immortality? What?! And who was attacking the unicorns?
Voldemort was still alive?! He's possessing Quirrell?!
He solved the mystery with his friends, defeated Voldemort, and it was all done without being compelled to do so as a tool to the older generation. In fact, they were completely against him getting himself involved in danger. He'd had to take things into his own hands.
It was nothing like the dreadful days of his fourth year on, where he argued with his friends and to the people controlling the fate of the future, on both the side of evil and good, he was nothing but a tool. It was no wonder he was moody and bitter as a teenager. It was no wonder he felt burdened.
He felt stressed, used, tired.
Nothing like his first year, when he felt free, adventurous, an enemy to fight and a world to save, and it was all on him to take up the mantle and save those he cared about and stop evil because HE'D decided to. NOT because his elders had found out he could fight for them and strapped him into being their weapon.
But now he was an adult, and he understood how to laugh, how to feel excitement at adventure and danger just as he had first year, and how to understand that he didn't HAVE to do anything, that fate wasn't determined by prophecies, that it wasn't just who people were that was decided by choices, but every event in history. Futures are made. There are a thousand paths and realities to step onto.
If he ended up with a boring life, it would be because he'd tried to be done with adventure after defeating Voldemort and allowing himself to live a boring life.
But, still. It didn't feel like he had many options for a grand adventure. He wanted something like his old adventure, but with HIM in the know, HIM sauntering off into danger and adventure, because HE was excited at the very notion of adventure.
There were certain things he would never change. Ginevera Molly Weasley becoming Ginevera Molly Potter was one, and the amazing and fiery personality of his wife was another.
But...if he could live his life again, he'd have a hell of a lot more fun with it.
Harry suddenly shifted around, feeling something uncomfortable underneath him.
His ring had slipped off down his back and slid underneath him without him realizing when he'd waved Ron good-bye and had leaned back with his hands resting behind his head. He swore under his breath.
Why was this a problem, you ask? Because in case of a need to contact, and emergency, or simply one of them just being lonely, Ginny and he had developed a charm to have their rings broadcast their thoughts to each other by gripping the ring and completely covering it with a body part (normally their hand).
And he'd been gripping that ring and completely covering it with the cheeks of his arse.
She'd heard that entire rant about how dissatisfied he was with the peacefulness of his life. Harry cursed, before freezing and slowly looking up with a face stretching grin of realization. In that entire stream of lamenting and brooding thoughts, he'd repeated to himself how if he could change his life, the one thing he'd never change, the most important thing in his life was Ginny. That would end up as more than a saving grace from having to face a wife who'd heard him complaining about his boring life. It was a gem of a thought, a diamond in the rough.
'Heh. Harry, my boy, you are one lucky bastard. I didn't just avoid an argument.
I am getting laaaiiid tonigh- '
He was still holding the ring.
'...'
'Shit.'
'Shit is right, 'Harry, my boy' ,' a deceptively pleasant female voice rang out in his mind as Harry froze, wide-eyed. A voice which seemed to promise sunshine and flowers, pleasant fragrances and happy days.
But no. Harry knew the truth. He knew the horrors entailed when Ginny's voice became that excessively "sweet" and "loving." He knew what it had meant had happened. He'd screwed up. He'd unleashed a demon, a horrifying demon hell whose wrath knew no bounds, destroying everything in it's path, leaving trails of despair and evils to be told of in legends around campfires for generations to come.
He'd unleashed the fury of a redhead housewife.
Harry, trembling, slowly looked down.
'I'm still holding the ring, aren't I- I'M STILL HOLDING THE RING.'
'Oh, demons have nothing on me, dear.'
Harry sighed as he slowly walked up to his front door, ready to face his wife about his worries of a dreary future when the door burst open and out flew a screaming Ron with his tie around his forehead.
"ADVENTUUUUURRREEE!" Ron let out an ear splitting roar.
"Ron, what the hell are you doing?!" Harry yelled back, grabbing the tie off of Ron's head and slapping him with it.
"Adventure, mate! Life's just beginning! We have a whole journey ahead! Look how great everything is! And it'll only get better!"
Harry looked past Ron and scanned his eyes across the entrance hall of his home, settling his eyes on a misleadingly delicate looking woman with flaming hair.
"Ginny, you told him!" Harry exclaimed pointing at Ginny accusingly.
"Actually," she replied. "I didn't have to tell him anything."
"Eh?" Harry was puzzled. "What does that mean?"
Ginny adopted a sheepish looking expression. "Weeeellll, Ron and Hermione really liked our idea, and they put the same spell on their engagement rings yesterday. And then I thought, 'Wait a minute! Why not connect all of our rings? That way we ALL have a way to contact each other in an emergency!' Hermione loved the idea. We even made it so if you want to talk to a specific person, you just think about them. So now, you only have to cover your ring to broadcast to everyone."
Harry's eye twitched. "So Ron and Hermione...heard everything."
"Don't worry mate!" Ron said cheerily. "Everybody goes through a mid-life crisis at some point!"
"Mid-life cris-I'M EIGHTEEN."
"Well maybe this means you're already an old man. Two days ago at my house, you just sat on my couch and complained about your back aching while eating a cup of rice-pudding. And then you farted and went to sleep."
"Pfffffttttttt" Harry's eye twitched as Ginny's cheeks puffed out and a spitting sound escaped from her lips while trying hold in her laughter.
"Ron, get out of my house."
"Well! I can see when I'm not wanted." he replied in mock apprehension.
"You're right. You're not wanted. Get out."
Ron snickered and strolled out the door.
Ginny adopted a soft and caring expression. "Harry, I completely understand how you feel."
Harry blinked in surprise. "You-you do?"
"Yes," Ginny replied, a mischievous grin suddenly tugging at her lips. "I too...enjoy farting while eating rice pudding."
"Damn it, I'm serious!"
"So am I! It's my favorite pastime!"
"Ginny," Harry said warningly.
"All right Harry. What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to take me seriously!"
"I am taking you seriously, Harry! You're upset that you didn't get to enjoy all the excitement in your life because it was forced on you without a choice. Not to mention being a hormonal and moody teenager led you to brood about a thousand different pointless issues that didn't matter at all.
You're upset at yourself for focusing to much on things that don't matter and not taking the chance to enjoy the action during your teenage years.
That's why I'm trying to joke with you because, well, what else is there to do? This kind of thing can only be dealt with by cheering you up.
I know what you're feeling, Harry. I completely understand."
Harry smiled warmly. Ginny was brilliant. She always knew how to handle him, how to take care of him, and she always understood him-
"I understand too, Harry!" Ron exclaimed, popping his head in through an open window.
"GO HOME, RON." Harry yelled, grabbing one of the shoes lined against the wall of the entrance hallway and lobbing it at Ron's head, who ducked his head out of the way and disappeared out of Harry's sight.
"I'll come back and bring Hermione with me in a bit, Ginny!" Ron called out, popping back up before turning and running.
"Ron, I swear-" What Harry'd wanted to say, Ron wouldn't hear, having already apparated away with a crack.
Harry sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"Lunch?" Ginny offered.
"No, that's alri-" His stomach chose that moment to loudly grumble as if protesting Harry's rejection of a meal. Ginny looked at him pointedly.
She then smiled and kissed him on the cheek before turning on her heels towards the kitchen, her long flaming hair giving off a woosh as she spun around.
"So," Harry began after Ginny piled a small mountain of potatoes beside a leg of chicken on his plate and then sat herself down across from him with a plate of her own. "When and how exactly did you modify these rings?"
"Mm," Ginny said, taking a bite of potatoes and waving her fork around. "Well," she started after swallowing, "I had a lot of help from Hermione this time, so the spell is a lot better. We added in sort of a on/off feature. You don't have to hold onto it anymore, just grab it once and let go. The connection'll stay open until you grab it again. And if you want to speak to someone specific, just think about them while holding the ring."
"I'm glad we have these." Harry replied appreciatively. "These'll really come in handy-"
There was a loud crack as Ron appeared in the Kitchen, dragging a flustered Hermione by the arm. "Ron, let go of me! I was busy We can help with Harry's mid-life crisis later!" She whined, obviously upset, flailing her free arm, waving around a device clutched in her hand.
"I AM NOT, having a MID-LIFE CRISIS." Harry bellowed.
"Hermione," Ron said, ignoring a very ticked off Harry. "You can tinker around with your inventions later. This is important!"
"Oh, and my work isn't important?!" Hermione huffed.
"Wha-no, I mean- Of course it is, 'Mione!" Ron stuttered back, his mouth suddenly very dry.
"Honestly, Ronald. You can be such a...a-"
"Prat?" Ginny offered.
"Bumbling buffoon?" Harry piped in.
"Nincompoop?"
"Dunderhead?"
"Moron?"
"Imbecil-"
"Alright! I get it!" Ron blurted, interrupting Harry and Ginny's barrage of insults. "I'm a bumbling nincompoop with the emotional range of a teaspoon, can we move on?"
"Actually, it's bumbling buffoon-"
"Moving on!" Harry said abruptly interrupting Ginny, who pouted and glared at Harry. "Hermione, what is that?" he asked, pointing at the strange mechanism, hoping to avoid a conversation about his boredom with his lifestyle.
Having been distracted by accusations of having a mid-life crisis, he hadn't looked at it before. Now that he was able to devote more attention to it, he noticed it had a delicate structure. It seemed to be a glass sphere with golden metal ring inscribed with roman numerals circling it. Inside the sphere was what appeared to be a small hourglass, reminding Harry instantly of a time-turner.
"Oh, just something I've been working on." She said, waving her free hand dismissively.
"But what does it do?" Harry pressed.
"It has to do with rewinding time, and that's all I'm telling you."
"You mean like a time turner."
"If I can get this to work, it'll be way different than a time-turner. With a time-turner, you are sent back in time. With this, your consciousness, your soul, those'll be sent back. Time around you will unravel and the stream of events will unravel. You will, essentially, return to your younger self. Of course, it's very unstable right now, so I obviously haven't tested anything yet." She said, cradling the device delicately in the palms of her hands.
"So Harry," Ron said, changing the topic. "What do you think you'll do. Try and spice up your life? Change professions? Travel around the world? Go into politics? Go to space?" He pestered, listing idea after idea.
"Ron, can't you see he doesn't feel up to talking right now?" Hermione said, scolding Ron. "We'll have time for this later. I'm going back home."
"C'mon, 'Mione! We deal with this now, not later!"
"I agree with my bumbling brother, Hermione. I'd rather deal with this now while there's still time for Harry to decide what new path he can take in his life to satisfy himself. I don't want to do nothing and have him suddenly ten years from now realize he hates his life."
"Ginny, I don't hate my life. All the main things I want are there. It's just that there are things missing. I didn't get to enjoy myself growing up, and now all of a sudden, I have an entire boring and straightforward path set out for me because I don't have a job that's exciting enough. Maybe if I had some time, you know, to act like a kid, explore and adventure, I could find something exciting to do. But I just feel like, as an adult, it's hard to change paths."
Ginny nodded understandingly. Ron and Hermione, however, were having another one of their famous arguments, and had not heard a word that he'd said.
"Guys?" Harry called out. They didn't hear him. "Guys?!" he said a bit louder. Still nothing. "GUYS!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. They were still preoccupied with each other.
'Oh, for the love of-' Harry grasped his hand around his ring finger, activating a connection, and mentally bellowed, 'GUYS!'
Hermione, not yet used to the ring, wasn't expecting a to suddenly hear a voice yell at her in her head. She let out an "Eeek!" of surprise and threw her hands up, flinging the brittle glass sphere from her hands straight at Harry.
Seeker reflexes came in handy for catching sudden flying spheres that cross your vision.
Seeker reflexes did NOT come in handy when you considered that it came with automatically grasping your hand into a fist around said sphere which just so happened to be made of glass, and you just so happened to be wearing a very hard ring.
The device crushed within his fist, glass exploding from his hand, luckily only administering a few minor cuts and grazes as blood dripped from his hand. Sand spilled out through his fingers on top of his hand.
'Woops,' he thought. A thought which echoed to everyone, as he still had the connection on.
"Sorry, Hermione, I-" he paused, realizing that after broadcasting that 'woops,' his and everyone else's rings were glowing.
A blue beam shot out from his ring and, after reaching the center point of where the group stood around each other, stopped, the end glowing and then splitting into three more parts, each shooting out and connecting to each ring around it, a blue ball forming in the center of the four blue lasers.
"Oh no," Hermione panicked. "Harry, get that sand off of you, NOW!"
"What?-" Too late. The sand shot off of Harry's hand towards the ball in the center, forming a line of sand from his hand to the glowing orb. The three beams connected to Ron, Hermione and Ginny glowed a brighter shade of blue and much thinner lines of sand than Harry's connected to their rings.
"Hermione, what's happening?!" Ron squeaked.
"I-I don't-" she stuttered, panicking.
"EVERYONE, RINGS OFF NOW!" Harry bellowed.
"Harry, it's stuck!" Ginny exclaimed, tugging at her ring.
Harry yanked at his ring. His was, too.
The whole thing seemed to be at a stable point, staying exactly as it was.
"Damnit, Harry! You just had to have a mid-life crisis! You wanted action and now Merlin knows what's about to happen!" Hermione yelled over the whir of the beams accusingly.
Ron, hearing Hermione, seemed to go wide-eyed before quickly reached forward to grab Harry's plate of food off of the table before shoveling potatoes down his throat.
"Are-are you kidding me? Ron, what the hell are you doing?!" Hermione exclaimed, flabbergasted at her fiance.
"Oi!" Ron yelled, taking offence to Hermione's confusion. "We already know we can't do anything, and we might die here! 'Mione, you may not realize this, but it's every man's dream to die with a full stomach!"
Hermione's eye twitched. "What the bloody hell kind of reasoning is that?! I've never heard of that from anyone! You didn't see Harry go and scarf down a meal before he walked himself to let Voldemort kill him!"
"Actually Hermione," Harry interrupted. "I snuck down to the kitchens just before heading off to the Forbidden Forest."
For a moment, there was absolute silence, the only sound in the room being the whirring of the beams and the pulsating of the orb.
"...I hate you both, so much."
"No you don't!" Harry replied with a smile. "Now, let's find out what the hell this thing is.
"Harry I don't know if that's a good idea-" Ginny said before being interrupted by Harry taking out his wand and waving it over his ring, muttering some diagnostic spells.
Apparently, the input of magic wasn't a good idea.
The orb flashed dangerously, shrinking a bit before exploding outwards in a flash of light. The floor beneath Harry seemed to open up underneath him as he fell, and everything went dark.
It was dark. He couldn't see a bloody thing, he had no idea where the hell he was. Was he floating? The sounds around him were muffled and distorted, and it sounded...echo-y. He felt weak and fragile. He was warm. And he was wet. Very wet. As in, underwater wet. It was then he realized...he wasn't breathing. He wasn't breathing! Why wasn't he breathing?!
He flailed around, panicking.
'I'm going to suffocate. Merlin's beard, I'm drowning! I can't breath, I can't bre-" In his flailing, his foot has kicked against some kind of...wall. A squishy sort of wall.
'I kicked something! I definitely kicked something! If there's something to kick, there's something to bust open and escape!' Harry flailed around and kicked as hard as his weak, seemingly muscle-less body would allow him, repeatedly ramming his toes into the soft, squishy wall.
Suddenly, he heard a muffled, half-tired, half-excited feminine voice muffled by the walls and fluid surrounding him. "Merlin, James, he's really kicking."
Harry felt a pang of horror and realization. 'Oh no.'
Another voice replied teasingly, "He's probably excited because he knows he's only got a couple months stuck inside you, getting fed the leftover nutrients from whatever ridiculous food your pregnancy hormones compel you to eat."
'Oh God no.'
"Honestly Lily, deep-fried, cheese covered pickles?"
"Stuff it, James."
'Oh dear God, please no. Sweet Merlin, no no no no nonononono.' Maybe he'd misheard. Maybe he was in some kind of floating liquid trap, and there just coincidentally happened to be a couple with child nearby named Lily and James. He experimentally kicked the wall again.
"Oh, he's kicking again, James!"
...
...
...
'I'M IN THE BLOODY WOMB.'
Well, that explained why he couldn't open his eyes. That explained why he was surrounded by liquid. That explained the fleshy walls. That explained why his lack of breathing wasn't causing him to suffocate.
'What the hell?! You've got to be kidding me. What the bloody hell?!' He panicked mentally yelled. 'GINNY! Help! Get me out of here!' Before realizing that one, he had no ring. Two, he had no idea if she was sent back in time as well, and three. Even if she was sent back in time, she wasn't even conceived yet.
He suddenly felt a presence appear in his mind in response to his call. 'Harry?'
'Ginny!' He replied excitedly. 'Where are you?
'I-I don't know. It's...it's dark. It feels like I'm floating without a body. I feel like I can sense a body, but I can't move it.
Outside the womb, Lily and James were conversing and laughing loudly, and Harry, annoyed, kicked, to which Lily reacted with a soft "Oof!"
'Harry, the body moved! It moved it's leg! And I heard a woman go "oof!" I don't understand what's happening, Harry.'
'Ginny, tell me if you feel the leg again.' Harry flailed his leg out, receiving a "Merlin, James! He's really energetic today!"
'I felt it, Harry! The leg moved and I heard a woman call someone James while talking about someone being really energetic.'
'Er...Ginny? I was the one kicking my leg out. I think...you might be inside my mind.'
'What?' She gave the mental equivalent of a gasp. 'What do you mean? And who's James? Where are we?!'
'Ginny...James as in James Potter. That was my dad you heard...talking to my mom. We've gone back in time.'
'What? So where are you?'
'I'm...I'm in the womb.'
'Wait, what?!' She exclaimed in surprise. 'Are...are you sure?'
'I'm sure.'
'Positive?'
'As positive as my mother's pregnancy test.'
'Well, Harry...you did want an adventure!' She responded cheerily.
'Ginny?'
'Yes, Harry?'
'Stuff it.'
A/N: Welp, that's chapter one. Where are Ron and Hermione? Why did they rewinded to when they are? Why is Ginny inside of Harry's mind, and is she stuck there until she comes into existence?! Is it just her he can connect to, or can he talk to Ron and Hermione, too?! Why am I asking you all of these questions?!
The answer to these questions will be answered, next time, on DRAGON BALL Z-er, I mean, HARRY POTTER AND THE ADVENTURE THROUGH TIME
The next one will be out somewhere from tomorrow to a few days. Peace out!
