Hello people!
I'm gonna try writing a story totally different from anything else I've written. I'm not sure how it'll turn out, but we're gonna give it a shot; alright?
So, this one is my idea of what happens when you go through the Veil. Its gonna be Time-Travel, again!
To anyone who read this story before; I know it used to be Harry/Remus, but I've decided that I'm barely capable of writing a regular pairing that I'm familiar with, so I really can't write slash. So this story is now Harry/Hermione. There are a few new changes, so you might wanna re-read the first few chapters even if you read it before.
Disclaimer- Harry Potter and that whole universe belongs to J.K. Rowling. I'm thankful she lets us play with her wonderful characters.
On with the story!
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This is the same chapter as it was last time I posted it; I just made a few corrections to things like spelling. If you've already read it, nothing is different. Sorry.
"Harry, I'm coming with you." She insisted.
"No! 'Mione, you can't. Please, I need you to stay here; Teddy needs you to stay here for him. I'm not sure where I'll end up and I can't drag either of you into that!" Harry was adamant; there was no way she'd be taking that risk with him.
Even though she'd always been by his side, even more so since the war ended and Ron left, Harry could just feel that this was something he shouldn't drag her into.
"You aren't dragging me into anything! Harry, you can't leave me behind; not now that we're engaged! And I know Teddy would miss you terribly if you just went away and left him with me; he's gotten used to you being like his father these past two years."
Harry closed his eyes and took in a pained breath. Has it really only been two years? It feels like a lifetime.
The pain of the war still hit many people hard, even though most tried to put it behind them and act as if it had never happened; Harry wasn't fooled. He saw the way the Weasleys still cried over losing Fred, he knew he still felt a tug in his heart at the slightest reminder of those he had lost.
Especially Remus and Tonks, the two who had had everything to look forward to and a son to care for. A son who Harry was now trying to get Hermione to take in so that Harry could go back and just fix this whole mess that was the aftermath of a war.
"No, Hermione. This is going to be dangerous, I think I know what I'm doing but there are no guarantees. If something goes wrong… Merlin only knows what could happen! We could end up eighty years in the past of a million years in the future; I hope neither of those happens, but we both know not much works out perfectly when we're involved."
Hermione held back a grin, she couldn't help but notice the way he said 'we'. The know-it-all knew that Harry would cave any moment now.
Harry had found a way he was fairly positive would be the best way to stop the war from tearing apart lives the way it had.
If everything worked out right, Harry would be transported back to the time of the Third Task of the Tri-wizard Tournament in his fourth year. From what he knew of this mode of time-travel, Harry had gathered that the current version of himself would just become the younger version of himself. In other words, Harry would look like a fourth year and have the body of his younger self, but he would have the mind and memories of the nineteen year old Harry.
He planned to just take the cup before Cedric had a chance, kill Pettigrew on sight, and trap the infant-like Tom Riddle in an invention of one of Harry's fellow Unspeakables. The invention itself was not a pleasant thing, it was basically to a cage that contained the magical energy of a witch, wizard, or creature, thus making them basically a muggle as long as they were locked in the machine.
The machine would be coming back to the past with Harry. The time-travel would bring anything within a one foot radius of him back with him.
Once that was done Harry intended to take the monstrosity back to Dumbledore with the portkey, tell Dumbledore all he knew about Horcruxes and then help the old coot to get rid of Voldemort once and for all by destroying them all.
Harry highly doubted it would work out exactly as planned, but it was worth a shot. Right?
"Harry, I'm a fully grown woman who can make her own decisions; I know this might turn into a disaster, but I want to take the risk with you! And if you try to just leave me behind I'll simply follow you." Hermione crossed her arms and glared at her best friend.
Harry knew he'd lost when she put it that way. There was no way he'd be able to stop her following him. After all, she was perfectly able to do the exact same thing he was planning to. She'd been there when he'd discovered the way to make this work and would know how to use it properly, too.
"Alright, go get ready. I want to leave tomorrow. And be prepared for anything! I'm bringing a shrunken trunk full of anything I would need to survive in any time; I suggest you do the same."
Hermione smiled at his resigned tone, they both knew she would always get her way where Harry was concerned. She wasn't even sure why he tried to resist her demands.
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The next morning Hermione apparated to Harry's London townhouse at 9 and let herself in with the key Harry had given her years ago.
She couldn't help but think about how their recent plans of her moving in were about to be ruined.
She immediately wondered if she was really in the right house. Almost nothing showed that he and Teddy had been living there for the last two years. She saw one trunk at the bottom of the stairs that was being filled with Teddy's belongings, which seemed to be packing themselves, and another, closed, trunk next to it, this one had seven locks and she knew it was like the one Harry had told her Mad-Eye owned. On closer inspection she discovered it held Harry's belongings, any of them Harry was attached to enough, or thought important enough, to bring; and apparently that was quite a bit of stuff.
Hermione found her boys in the kitchen where they were eating breakfast. Well, Harry was eating, or trying to; Teddy was mostly trying to see how much cereal he could throw into Harry's hair before Harry would put a stop to it.
They both looked terribly exhausted, and Hermione knew exactly why.
"How was the full moon last night?" She asked.
Harry looked up, shocked to see her so early, and replied "He manages to wear me out every time. I don't know how the Marauders put up with a full grown werewolf every month for so long. At least Teddy gets tired around 3 most months, I can't imagine how tired we'd both be if he didn't. But I suppose I'm just glad I can be with him when he transforms now, he didn't seem to be in as much pain all night like he did before I could transform."
Harry had, upon finding out that Teddy was affected enough by being Remus' son to actually be a werewolf, set up a place in his basement that was made to seem exactly like a real forest, except it had wards to keep teddy stuck down there while dangerous. After he had a secured a safe place for full moons Harry had gone off to Hogwarts and begged McGonagall to teach him to be an Animagus. He hadn't been able to stand the thought of Teddy all alone in such pain on the full moon.
It had taken longer than Harry liked, but finally, three months ago, he had succeeded in turning into a grey Snow Leopard.
In the time between discovering Teddy's werewolf side and finally completing the Animagus transformation, Harry had found that if he put his mind to it he was capable of a few things he'd never thought possible. The big one was that, after dozens of failed attempts, he had finally managed to properly brew the Wolfsbane potion for Teddy. It was now the one potion Harry was truly confident he could create on his own. He knew it was, according to Remus anyway, much more pleasant being a wolf if you had your own mind and he hoped that it helped Teddy.
"That's good. I hope you're not too tired to travel." Hermione joked, she knew that, tired or not, Harry wasn't going to postpone his trip through time any longer.
"Hardly! I'll be fine in a bit, by the time I've left Andromeda's I'll be perfectly ready to go."
"Why would you be going to Andromeda's house?" Hermione knew that Harry had become fond of Mrs. Tonks after adopting her grandson, but she couldn't imagine why he'd need to go visit her now, of all times.
"You know I can't take Teddy back to the past, she's agreed to….take care of him for me now that I can't. She's his godmother, after all." Hermione could hear the way leaving Teddy behind hurt Harry, and she didn't know why he would do this to either of them. Harry had to know it would hurt Teddy too for them to be separated like this.
"Why can't he come too, Harry?"
"Are you mental? What do you think would happen if I just showed up with a toddler all the sudden? And there's no way the ministry, or Dumbledore either, would let someone who is technically only fourteen years old take care of a kid! It would never work."
"…How about this, if anyone tries to take him away from you then my parents can adopt him, at least officially. You could still see him all the time and really be his father-figure still. I know they'd do it. They always wanted another child, but they couldn't get pregnant again."
"…Oh, alright. I don't like it, but alright. Let's go soon, just give me a minute to get us both cleaned up. I'll need a shower before I can go anywhere, I'm covered in cereal."
"You can go take care of yourself, I'll get Teddy cleaned up and ready to go."
"Thanks 'Mione." Hermione rolled her eyes at the nickname; he knew she hated to be called 'Mione, but he did it anyway. All the time.
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"You're sure?" Harry asked one last time, he wanted to be sure she hadn't changed her mind.
"For the last time; Yes, I am sure, Harry. Let's do this before we get caught."
They were standing in the Department of Mysteries, right in front of the Veil.
The same Veil Sirius fell through all that time ago. Harry couldn't help but remember that night, the night he'd lost his godfather. He remembered the still-laughing, shocked, face of Sirius as he fell slowly through the Veil and disappeared forever.
As an Unspeakable, Harry had access to information most people had never dreamed of. Something that he'd found out recently was that, though the Veil does kill anyone who just so happens to touch it, the archway that the Veil hangs from had a slightly different purpose.
The Veil was only there to keep anyone from really using the arch for its true purpose. The arch was used by wizards, centuries ago before the consequences of time travel were found too great for it to be legal anymore, to go back in time and fix their greatest mistakes. It would allow you, if it found you and your cause worthy, to give it a date and location in the past and, if you knew and used the right incantation, you would be brought back to the specified date in order to fix your mistake.
The Ministry had placed the Veil in the arch in order to keep people away.
Lucky for Harry, the Head Unspeakable of that time hadn't exactly approved and he'd decided to leave behind a sort of…..instruction booklet on how to get rid of the Veil for a short time and activate the arch.
About a month ago, after nearly a year and a half of working in the Department of Mysteries as a Spell-Creator, Harry had accidentally come into the room where the Veil was kept. He had felt the same unexplainable pull to the stone dais where the arch stood as he had years ago. A morbid sense of curiosity had let to him investigating the archway.
He had been running his fingers cautiously over the outer edge of the stone arch when he felt a small indentation in the smooth stone. It was a perfect circle, about the size of a fingertip, and there had been something that told Harry it wasn't supposed to be there. He pushed on the indentation and found that his action had caused a small, secret, space to open in the stone. Investigating the opening he had discovered a scroll hidden inside. Across the very top of the scroll had been a warning to read the scroll only away from the Ministry building.
Harry had slipped the scroll into the pocket of his blue Unspeakable robes and gone back to his work for the rest of that day. That afternoon he apparated back to his townhouse, where Hermione had been babysitting Teddy for him. He had immediately found her and he told her his story. They'd read the scroll and discovered the truth about the Veil.
Harry hadn't taken long to come up with his idea to save the Wizarding World from a war that had torn it apart.
What had taken quite a while was convincing Hermione that his idea actually had merit and wasn't bloody ridiculous.
"Good. Let's do this."
And they began the task of causing the Veil to disappear. It was a simple spell, but alone Harry couldn't have done it. The Veil would only disappear if two or more magical people cast the spell at the same time.
Once the Veil was gone Harry and Hermione set to work quickly, knowing the Veil would only truly have disappeared for 15 minutes and therefore they needed to be through the arch before then. Together they said the lengthy incantation that would activate the arch and have it judge their intentions to see if they were worthy to use its power.
When five minutes had passed, five long, torturous minutes, the arch began to glow a pale gold, signifying that it would help the travelers who asked for its assistance.
Taking the gold glow for the permission it was, Harry and Hermione set to work specifying to the arch where and when they needed to be taken. This was fairly simple to do; the arch had two places on it that weren't made of stone, but rather parchment. It definitely was a bit odd to Harry that they were to tell the arch where to take them by writing it on pieces of parchment, but he figured that if that's the way it's done he might as well just go with it. Hermione wrote the date out on one of the parchments while Harry wrote the location. Hermione finished before Harry and went to go pick up Teddy who had been sitting, watching a few feet away from where the duo worked.
Harry finished writing the place they needed to be and joined Hermione. They she took hold of his hand as a blue mist began to fill the arch. Once the archway was filled with the swirling blue mist, together they stepped through the arch and the mist.
Hermione held onto Harry and Teddy for dear life as they were sent flying through space. There wasn't anything that she could see other than blackness. They were spinning and flipping and it was rather dizzying. Hermione thought that if it kept up for too long she just might lose her breakfast.
Harry felt very similar to Hermione.
They both noticed when after a time that could have been seconds or hours, no one was sure, the tumbling through nothing slowed and the blackness began to recede into a deep grey.
What they hadn't noticed was that, just as they walked through the blue mist, Teddy had set of his very first burst of accidental magic. And this oversight would likely be the cause of a few problems for the trio in the coming minutes.
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Author's Note- Mwahaha! Aren't I cruel? I surely hope this cliffie is enough to interest you wonderful people.
I also surely hope you would be so kind as to review. It would make me very happy.