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Timeline (Chapter Six)
By JLaLa
"Please don't let them take me!" Molly bolted upright in her bed with tears falling from her face. Her long, red hair was matted to her face from all the sweat and tears. "HELP!" She did not recognize that she was in her own room, safe and sound. The only think was on her mind was the voices.
They wanted her.
Why her?
The sounds of footsteps running down the hallway caught her attention and the door opened quickly, light hitting her face. Ginny stood in the doorway, her face full of concern and fear. She rushed over to Molly and took her in her arms.
"Molly, what's wrong?" She asked and cradled the little girl. "Sweetie, did you have a nightmare?" The little girl burst into loud sobs burying her face in Ginny's chest.
Draco and Harry who had heard the screamed rushed upstairs and stop at the doorway to see Ginny hugging a very distraught Molly. Harry felt like his heart had dropped into his stomach. He could've sobbed in relief that she wasn't hurt but the sounds of her crying could not stop the gnawing in his stomach.
"It was more than Mum," She said through her tears. "I was there. There were men with headdresses with red feathers in them. The red was so bright. And someone in a cloak…with an Alliance pin." She looked at Ginny with fear in her eyes. "They want me, for some reason. And someone wants to hurt Daddy and you!"
"You know that we would not let anything happen to you," Ginny said. She felt so helpless. Ginny didn't know who to fight. "I love you."
"I'm going to call everyone else," Draco said. "There are some other things you need to know." Harry nodded and Draco departed to relay the other Marauder member.
He looked in at the two girls. Molly was drifting off to sleep as Ginny held her, singing softly to the child.
Their eyes met reflecting the fear that they both felt.
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It was almost midnight when everyone arrived. Luna and Neville were there first, apparating in their pajamas. Luna, in a flannel gown with matching night cap and her boyfriend wearing the same flannel but in pajama form, Ginny suppress her laugh. Cho came next in a silk nightgown which cause Draco's eyes to wander to her slim body. Hermione and Ron came next, along with their younger selves.
"How's Molly?" The younger Hermione asked. Ginny sat on the couch, and pulled her legs to her chest. Ginny was afraid and she didn't know why. The only thing she could think of was the look on Molly's face, a look of almost hysterical fear.
"Asleep, but she was screaming pretty loud," Harry answered for Ginny.
The front door burst open and the older Potter children rushed in. Jamie and Samuel were also in their pajamas. Al was still in Ministry robes while Evan wore a pair of jeans and a leather jacket.
"What's going on?" Jamie asked as they all entered the living room. Her short negligee swung along with the matching robes. Evan looked at his sister with a smirk and then winked at Samuel who was blushing furiously.
"Molly's had a nightmare or a vision of sorts," Cho said. "It's just as Ginny and Harry suspected. It's her."
"What about Molly?" The younger Hermione asked.
"There was a prophecy made," Luna explained. "I made it."
"You?" Ron said. "I thought you were a bit strange but now you're pulling a Trelawney."
"As I was saying, the prophecy was made five years before Molly was born," Luna said. "We never thought it was her."
"But then Neville got attacked," Draco said. "Then there were some raids in Asia, a village in Laos was wiped out of existence. We've suspected Death Eaters."
"But Voldemort is dead," The younger Ron said and put an arm around Ginny who remained quiet but was listening closely. "All the Death Eaters in England are gone."
"Voldemort's influence is not only in England," Al said with a grim look. "He's everywhere."
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"Ever since then we haven't been able to get to the prophecy," Hermione said when they all entered the Ministry of Magic, to be precise, the nine floor: The Department of Mysteries, later that night. The hallway was empty because it was such a late hour. "We've put an extensive block on the entrance of the Department of Mysteries. We didn't want any repeats of our fifth year." Harry mused over the night that they broken into the Department and Sirius's death. It was only two years ago for him but to everyone else it was almost a lifetime ago. "Only a select few can go in."
"Select few?" Ginny asked behind her as they all walked down the hallway. The Marauder Alliance were in tow behind her, still in their pajamas. The Potter children had stayed behind with Molly She wondered why they all had to be there. "How are we going to get in?"
"We are the select few," Hermione responded. They stopped at the end of the hallway. A stone door with eight handprints greeted them. "We had to make sure that no one could ever get in, even one of us. Therefore, if we come in here, we have to come in together."
Hermione pressed her hand into her handprint and the sound of a loud click echoed in the hallway. Everyone followed and the clicks continue to sound through the hall. The handprints glowed from their recipient's touch except for the last two. Everyone turned to look at Harry and Ginny.
"Will it still work?" Harry asked nervously.
"Since you are technically the same as your future selves, it should open for you," Neville said to them. He gave a encouraging smile to them."Go ahead."
Ginny went over to her small handprint and press her hand to it. She felt her hand heat up for a moment followed by that all too familiar click and Harry followed her suit.
Stepping back, they heard the deep rumble as the wall pulled away to make a doorway. Ginny walked in first as Harry followed close behind her. The group walked in and moved toward the end of the corridor where in the corner to their left was a small seating area. Shelves of the glass orbs that held prophecies surrounded them.
"The prophecy I made was the only one I've ever made," Luna said to them as she settled herself in a seat. "The only two people who heard me were Ginny and Harry. They had suspected that it was them but dismissed it for certain reasons. When Molly was born, they began to worry and Neville's attack confirmed their suspicions." Luna seemed suddenly serious and Neville sat on the arm of her chair putting an arm around her. The older Hermione sat in single chair gazing at them and her eyes drifted to her husband who stood in a corner.
"Harry told me that he intended to send Molly away," Ron said to them. "I reasoned with him and said that they would easily find her, there is no place in the world that Molly couldn't spotted. Her face has been on wizarding papers since she was born. Someone would recognize her."
"I suggested that we send her back," Cho said. "That way you could take care of her." Her eyes filled with tears. "We never intended for her to bring you here. Three days before she was to go was when Ginny was hit." Draco took her hand to give her support and a small blush crept on her cheeks. "We decided to send her the next day, Ron and Hermione had completed a spell by then. A Time Turner would've been too complicated for Molly so we gave her something that would automatically send her to an appropriate time."
"You fell apart after Molly left," Draco said to Harry starting where Cho left off.
The group fell silent reflecting on past events.
"So what about this prophecy?" Ginny asked after the moment passed. "What does this have to do with Molly? Why is she so important?"
"Surely, you've seen that Molly is a bit more powerful than her brothers and sister," Hermione said.
"She can do wandless magic," The younger Hermione said. "Before we left, she did in front of us."
"She is the daughter of two very powerful people," The older Ron said. "Ginny is from a pureblood family and Harry, of course, defeated Voldemort which is a feat in itself."
"Molly's vision," Ginny said suddenly. "She said she was flying above them."
"Exactly," Draco quipped. "Molly has the ability to remove herself from her body and sometimes unintentionally because she is so young." He held his hand out and a glass orb floated to his hand. "When we started to realize this, we began to understand what the prophecy was saying."
"Did you know that if the person who said the prophecy has a hold of it then they go into another trance?" Neville said and Draco handed it to him. "We can hear it without having to break the orb. We never wrote it down, in fear that someone would take it."
"Didn't you worry that someone could tell?" The younger Hermione said and then locked eyes at her elder self. They had yet to discuss the message on the parchment that had arrived with Molly.
"We have to trust each other," Draco simply said. "Or we have nothing."
"Why don't we just start with the prophecy?" Luna said and her boyfriend placed in her hands.
Luna took the glass orb in her small hands, it began quiver and glow. They watched in amazement as Luna's eyes glazed suddenly and she sat up straight and her eyes widen, she began speak in deep voice hissing:
"Borne from the womb of the Dark Lord's victim, fourth in the line of greatness and guardian to the keepers of unity... The unsurpassed power in the babe's hands will destroy or protect her creators and will bring hope or destruction to the world we've known…Borne from the womb of the Dark Lord's victim…"
Neville removed the orb from her hands and Luna sank back, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy. He caressed her head for a moment and Luna leaned against him.
"Whenever she does this it tires her out," Cho said.
"Harry and Ginny suspected that it might've been them but it specified a fourth child and Ginny had put a permanent contraceptive charm on herself," Ron said. Ginny blushed, it sounded like her and Harry were copulating like rabbits or something.
"We were surprised that Ginny got pregnant again," Luna said softly. "But she was so happy and the prophecy was forgotten."
"But Molly was different," The older Hermione continued with the explanation. "She showed an advancement in magic that hasn't been seen since…well you Harry." Hermione took the glass orb and snap her fingers, in a moment it had vanished. "When she was two, she had learned to make things come to her. You had a hell of a time with it. If she wanted a toy and it was on a high shelf, Molly would reach out and it would fly to her hand. At four, she could transfigure things at an advanced stage and turned everything into candy. By six, Molly could conjure a full-fledged patronus."
"What was it?" Ginny asked.
"Mum," Ron said sadly. "She always doted on Molly, of course. They had the same fiery nature and protectiveness towards their love ones. When Mum passed on, I guess Molly wanted to feel like her granny was always protecting her."
"So we began to put it together," Hermione said. "The victim was of course Ginny. She was possessed by Voldemort in her first year. Molly was your fourth child, fourth child of two magically brilliant people."
"But it said something about her being the guardian to the keepers of unity," Her younger self responded.
"That I assume is the Alliance," Ron said. "It's a bit vague but what bothers us is that last part. She will destroy or protect her creators…"
"So that's what everyone is afraid of?" Ginny said. "That's she's going to kill us? Her eyes filled with angry tears and everyone looked fearfully at her as she stood up. "You should've been helping her cope. She's a little girl, for God's sakes!"
"Please understand that we didn't do it to protect us," Luna said and crossed over to where Ginny stood. The woman took her hand. "Your future selves understood that she wasn't safe here. They didn't care what happened to them, they cared about Molly. Harry knew how it felt to have the world on his shoulders; he wouldn't let it happen to his daughter. We sent her to you so that we could get the enemy before he got to Molly."
"This is just TOO MUCH!" Ginny screamed and began to sob. "I've got a husband, kids, and a prophecy dealing with the fate of seven year old girl!" She walked over to the door and pounded on it. "Let me out!" The door faded and Ginny walked out angrily.
Harry wanted to run after her but the younger Ron looked at him and shook his head. He knew his young sister. She was still just a young girl, not yet grown emotionally.
"Let's go home," The elder Ron said. "I've got to go to Australia tomorrow, tournament beginning." His wife cast him a sad look. They hadn't spoken in a week and were sleeping in separate rooms at their house. Ron locked eyes with his wife and then walked out the door. The two Hermiones and Ron left after a few minutes, the elder Hermione having to compose herself.
Soon it was only Draco and Cho, they remained silent in their seats contemplating the situation. They were all starting to unravel showing signs of stress. After a moment, Draco stood up and held his hand out to Cho so she could get up. She smiled softly and took his strong hand. They proceeded to walk out of the room, Cho taking his arm. She had never really looked at Draco. He had grown into a handsome man. Tall and muscular, his hair grown out and it made him look much more natural then his old slicked back hairstyle.
"We were always the two loners of the group," Draco said with a laugh. "How is that prick of a husband?"
"Same as always," Cho replied coldly. "Always gone or always leaving, usually with some medi-witch by his side." They left the building. "No one special in your life?"
"No," Draco replied. "I guess that no one wants a retired bully."
"That's not true," Cho said. Draco admired her beauty but there were other things about Miss Cho Chang that intrigued him. She had a mysterious nature about her. He was always wondering what were behind those almond-shaped eyes. Walking along the street together, they suddenly went quiet. It was like some awkward date. "I always thought you were handsome and you became really sweet when you got away from your father. I always felt you were good inside—"
Draco took her hand and pulled her towards him quickly. Cho stumbled and grabbed onto his neck to keep balance. They were suddenly face to face and she found herself staring into his eyes. Draco didn't remember when he felt the urge to kiss anyone since Eva. And now he couldn't keep his lips from meeting Cho's. He leaned in and pressed his rough lips against her soft ones.
Outside in the chilly air, it began to warm and Cho felt like her lungs were going to collapse. She pulled away, and stepped back. Her stare remained on him.
"I'm sorry," She said and her eyes filled with tears. "I can't." Cho turned and began to walk away quickly.
He watched her. Her long trench coat flying as she ran away from him.
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Molly had finally drifted to sleep. However, it wasn't long before her slumber became interrupted but a hissing voice in her head, it whisper softly to her:
You were a mistake…
No one loves you…
It's all your fault that you parents are dying…
They'll all leave you...
They wish that you were dead…
"No…" Molly tossed in her sleep. "That's not true." Tears streamed despite her tightly shut eyes. "THAT'S NOT TRUE!"
Light flooded into the room. Ginny and Harry rushed in as Molly sat up suddenly awaken from their loud arrival. She looked at them, her eyes with fear and anger. Molly looked at them for a moment and suddenly shouted at them:
"GET OUT! I HATE YOU!"
"Molly, what's wrong?" Harry said and rushed over to her bedside. He tried to embrace her but she resisted with clear hate in her eyes.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She struggled to detangle herself from him. Then she snapped out of her reverie and look at him. Her eyes full of tears and she began to sob earnestly into his chest. "Please don't leave me." He tightened his hold on her and looked at Ginny who stood at the foot of the bed looking scared.
"I won't leave," Harry replied, his voice quivering. "I love you, I'm here forever."
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"When will you be back?" Hermione asked her husband the next day. Ron put his clothing into a small bag. Hermione sat on the edge, her arms crossed.
"After the tournament is over," Ron replied crossly. He couldn't bear to look at her. If he did, the anger he felt for her would be washed away just by meeting her sweet eyes. Ron had his pride, however, and it kept him from seeing the look of hurt in her eyes.
"Ron, I know that we haven't been getting along," Hermione began carefully. "But I love you and you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Please…" She took his hand and Ron stopped packing. He met her eyes and she knew that he still cared for her. "You have to trust me when I tell you that."
"Well are you going to tell me what is going on?" Hermione's confidence wavered and she looked down. Ron's eyes flashed with hurt and he let go of her hand. "I thought so." Gathering his things, Ron began to walk out the door.
"Why don't you trust me?" Hermione yelled as he walked out the door. "You know me Ron! You'd know if I was lying or cheating or whatever you believe I'm doing!"
"No, I wouldn't!" Ron said and whipped around. "The girl I love would never lie to me." He took her face in his hands and look into her eyes. "You're different. My Hermione would never hide anything from me."
"If you go Ron, than don't bother to come back," Hermione said in anger. "I'm obviously not the woman you fell in love with."
"Obviously," He replied and walked away from her. Her heart going with him.
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"What happened?" Hermione asked as she sat down with Ginny, later that afternoon. They were sitting in the garden of Grimmauld Place watching Harry and Molly play. Harry had the young girl on his back and she was laughing boisterously at her father's pathetic attempt to imitate a horse. Al and Evan were nearby, sipping butterbeers with Jamie.
"She was yelling at us," Ginny recounted last night's events. "She said that she hated us." Her eyes filled with unshed tears. "When we were able to calm her down, Molly told us that she was hearing voices telling her that she should be dead and that no one loved her or cared for her. Hermione, I'm afraid."
Hermione took her hand. "Molly shares a lot of Harry's problems, doesn't she? If she can go into people's minds than someone can possible go into hers. We've already seen her that she can remove herself from her body…"
"Perhaps we can work with her," Ginny said. "Teach her how to block people out, I'm worried about her." The little girl let out a laugh interrupting their somber mood. Harry and her brothers were tickling her and the little girl swatted them in attempt to stop them. "She's just a little girl."
"With a big destiny Gin," Hermione responded. "Just like her father."
"It wouldn't have to be this way if it weren't for these damn attacks," Ginny said. "She could've been a normal little witch."
"Molly Potter will never be normal," Hermione said. "Her parents are the two most powerful wizards of their time. Al is one of the top Aurors in the Ministry along with Evan who is also a great success in the Muggle world. And Jamie is a top-notch Healer, that young woman has help advance wizard medicine. She will never be normal."
"But Molly is different," Ginny reasoned. "She has a great power. That's something that can't be helped or changed."
The back door slammed admitting the younger Ron and Hermione who had been inside. Hermione's face was red from running as her boyfriend was gasping for breath.
"What did you two do?" Evan asked suggestively. The two blushed and the younger Hermione rushed over to the table where the two women sat.
"There's been an attack," The young Hermione said. She handed her elder self a letter. "An owl from the Ministry. I'm so sorry."
"I have to go," Hermione said and grabbed her coat.
"Let us come with you," Harry offered and took her hand. She looked at him with a pained look.
"Floo to the Antarctica Post," She replied quietly. "I'll see you there."
She apparated away.
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They arrived in the icy region of Antarctica and Harry was surprised to realize that it was not cold at all. The sight that greeted them was enough to make the toughest wizard sick. Sheets covered the bodies of men and women as well as other creatures that inhabited the refuge were scattered about. Red blood stained the pure snow and the Alliance building, which was also pure white, had grey smoke pouring out.
The young Hermione grabbed her boyfriend's hand in horror. Ginny and Harry had also accompanied them and as they all went to look for the elder Hermione they could not stop themselves from staring at the horror that laid in front of them.
"Hey you guys!" They turned to see Luna and Neville walking towards them. Luna gave them a grim smile.
"Hermione is in a nearby igloo," Neville told them. "We have to show you something." They approached the house and the guards let them in. Walking into the house, they walked up the stairs. "They've left a message." Neville led to the last door and they all walked into the office. "This is Hermione's office. As you can see they've left their calling card." They turned to the wall and written in bold blood red it said:
WE KNOW THEY ARE HERE.
"We going to have to discuss some options," Luna said. "You've been discovered."
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They met up with Hermione who was being comforted by Cho. Ginny's heart went out to the woman who was not crying but whose eyes reflected the feeling of despair. Years of hard work destroyed by an act of violence.
"Are you alright?" Ginny asked her as they hugged. Hermione seemed frozen.
"Oh yes," Hermione replied softly. Her younger self rushed to hug her. "I'm fine, it can all be fixed." It sounded like she was unsure of herself which was very un-Hermione. "Except for all the people—" She covered her mouth and turned away.
"Hermione." It was the elder Ron along with Draco. Ron saw the look of anguish on her beautiful face. The face that he loved and adored. All anger seem to melt away. "Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
She looked at him for a moment. The fights didn't seem to matter anymore and all she wanted was to be in his arms. Without a second thought, she rushed over to him and began to sob like she would never be happy again.
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