Time Gone and Time Retrieved
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Author's Note: I know it is canon that Narcissa Malfoy lived through the war, but for the sake of this chapter, let's ignore it ;)
"So we have to be partners?" The girl asked, and the boy groaned, wishing that the the sheet which listed the partnerships would burn.
"I suppose," he muttered, "But if you screw anything up-"
"If anyone would mess anything up, " the girl interrupted, "I'm quite sure it would be you."
"Unlike you though," He replied, "There's not a one hundred-percent chance that it would be screwed up by the said person." Because she had nothing to say to that, she just hit him in the shoulder with her notbeook.
Chapter 2: Time Traveling
"-And then he told me to give you both these vials," Hermione said, handing one to Minerva McGonagall and the other to Draco Malfoy.
"Mine has a '2' on it," Malfoy said, "Is that supposed to stand for something?"
"I think it might be that you're supposed to watch it next," Hermione answered, "But I'm not sure." He nodded, and stared at the vial.
"I'll just go then," he muttered before dumping the vials contents into the pensieve and sticking his head into the memory.
McGongall and Hermione sat in silence for a few moments before the older woman broke the silence.
"Miss Granger," she said cautiously, "Does it have to do with the missions from 7 years ago?"
Hermione didn't reply for a few seconds, and then nodded. "Yes," she said in a quiet voice. The two sat in silence for another hour while Draco was still in Dumbledore's memory.
After that hour, though, Draco came back, looking pale and shaken.
He sat in his seat without saying anything, and McGonagall entered her own emeory knwoing he wouldn't talk for a while more.
As soon as McGonagall was in the memory, Draco turned to Hermione.
"So you went back in time 7 years ago?" he asked, "To Tom Riddle's time?"
"Yeah," she said. "What did Dumbledore say?"
"He said he'd get my dad out of Azkaban if I go on this mission," Draco said softly, looking away from her. Of course, she thought, he would also be forced into it.
~-0-~
"How did you survive?" Malfoy suddenly asked after a half-hour of silence, durin which McGongall was still in her own memory.
"Hm?" Hermione said, abrubtly being brought out of her thoughts, "Oh, well, he was only a first year at the time, and was still new to the magical world. Plus, I didn't know who he was at the time."
Draco was silent for a minute, and then asked, "What house were you in that time?"
At this Hermione smiled, "You'll find out once we get there." He smirked and then turned away, letting silence settle over once more.
Ever since the war had ended, Draco Malfoy had been much nicer to everyone around him; this was most likely since his mother had been killed by Antonin Dolohov and his father had been sent to Azkaban.
After another 10 minutes in silence, McGongall finally came out of her memory.
"Wha-" Hermione startedm but McGongall quickly cut her off.
"Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy," the headmistress said, "I need to know right now if you are both willing to go on this mission."
"Yes Professor," the two said at the same time.
"You two already graudated; You don't need to call me 'Professor'," the elderly woman muttered, and then to them, "You need to come with me right away."
Without waiting, McGonagall sped down the staircase and Hermione and Draco had to race after her.
~-0-~
McGonagall suddenly stopped at the statue of a Hippogriff in the Transfiguration hall and reitrieved something from inside it's pedestal.
"Here you two are," she muttered, handing Draco a dark, nearly black, colored trunk, and Hermione a light, maplewood trunk, and she herself carried a small basket.
"Now come on," she continued before her old ctudents could do anything with the trunks except cast a charm to lighten the load. She led them to the seventh floor corridor.
"I want you to think of the date September 1st, 1943, and the time as noon," McGonagall hurriedly said. She ushered the two into the Room of Requirement, and placed the basket she had been carrying by the door. She gave them a small smile before sealing them off.
Though the two former classmates had many questions, they did as they were told.
And outside the Room of Requirement, Minerva McGonagall shot the killing curse at the door. (**)
~-0-~
Inside the Room of Requirement, two students were absolutly terrified.
The room had blacked out for a minute, and then white runes began to appear along the wall, slowly crawling their way up to the ceiling. The ground shook with more force than a thousand giants jumping up and down.
And that was the last thing they saw before passing out, thinking of Noon, September 1st, 1943.
~-0-~
"You must shoot the killing curse at the door," Dumbledore had said in the memory, "Because Draco and Hermione are thinking of a certain date and time, the Room, in an attempt to survive, will take them to that time since it will be 'alive' in 1943."
As McGonagall thought back to what Dumbledore had said, she shivered. If those children don't come back, Albus, she thought, I'll bring you back from the dead and kill you myself.
** BEFORE ANYONE FLAMES ME, PLEASE READ THIS NOTE! I was given permission by my internet friend, Key (known as Taemin. Foreves on this site) to use her idead of using the RoR as a means of time travel. You can ask her yourself, she gave me permission. She used this idea in her fic, Love Doesn't Need a Horcrux, and I thought it was brilliant ;)
Anyway, I realzied that there's something wrong with the title; It's suppsoed to say, TIME Gone and Time Retrieved, not Tome -_- Sorry about that.
So yes, yes indeed. I hope you liked this chapter. Hermione and Draco finally have left for 1943; Let's see what unravels there ;)
Till then,
*Star*