Would you believe that I wrote this chapter in one go? Well, most of it. The last five-hundred words or so were the next day, and the last thousand-four-hundred or so were supposed to be in the next chapter, but when I got to the end of the scene I realized I could tie it in with the idea of this chapter, so here you go.

EDIT: Just a paragraph somewhere in the middle. My plot beta is back on, so she told me to add an explaination of why Harry didn't use Gillyweed when he knew it was more effective.

The Time Warp Saga

Harry and Draco get stuck in a paradox. Now they have to re-live their Hogwarts years. Over and over. And over. And-

Warp One

Harry Potter wakes up one morning in the body of his ten-year-old self. This time around, he declares, no way anyone's going to die! -And it's gonna be totally awesome- (That's a lot harder than you think, Potter. People shouldn't meddle with time.)

Book 4, Chapter 26: The Second Task; Chapter 27: Padfoot Returns

Warp 1, Year 4 (part 9), Chapter 24: An Hour's Time

February the twenty-fourth approached quickly, and Harry didn't put much effort into preparing for the task. He'd practiced holding the Bubble-Head charm a couple of times just in case, but he didn't stress about it at all.

The morning of the task had Hermione in a fit about how he would probably drown or be attacked by water-creatures. "Everything will be fine, Hermione," he reminded him once more as they stood in the Great Hall that morning.

She scowled at him. "But Harry, you didn't do anything!"

"I learned the Bubble-Head charm, didn't I?"

"In a matter of a couple of hours!" she said angrily. "Harry, I'm worried for you."

Ron snorted. "Has Harry ever had a problem with anything before?" he said rhetorically. Neville nodded his agreement. "Where's Luna, anyways? If we wait much longer, we'll be late."

The fourth champion shrugged. "She might just be late," he said.

Hermione put her hand to her mouth. "Harry, did we ever actually consider what they might be taking from you?"

He shrugged. "What I'll miss most, of course. Probably a person…"

"Do you think they took Luna?" Neville asked carefully.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. I only love Luna as much as I love the rest of you—"

Hermione cut him off. "It's not just that. It's who you'd miss most! It could be Luna. You'd miss having Luna to talk crazy with more than you'd miss me bothering you into studying…" she trailed off.

He smiled at her. "Nahh, I'd miss you the same." He patted her back and she smiled back. "Do you think we should just go?"

Neville nodded. "No use waiting for her if she's not—"

"I'm here, I'm here!" Luna called as she ran towards them. "I couldn't find my left shoe," she said when she reached them.

Harry looked down to her bare feet. "I see you didn't." She shook her head. "I'll give you mine, then."

"Oh no," she replied. "I'll be perfectly alright."

He rolled his eyes. "I'll have to take them off to jump in the lake anyways, Luna. You'll be out here in the cold the entire time. It's February—"

"I've done it before," she said. "I like walking around barefoot in the snow. Besides, it's only an hour or so."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Luna, you are one of a kind. I'll give you my shoes whether you wear them or not." He reached down and began to untie the laces. Hermione smacked him.

"It's no use having two of you walk around barefooted," she said. "At least wait until you don't need them anymore."

As they began to walk, Ron asked, "Then who'd Harry's miss most if it's not one of us?"

"All right. Harry?" Bagman whispered as he moved Harry a few feet farther away from Krum. "Know what you're going to do?"

"Yeah," Harry replied casually. "Now can you please leave me alone?"

The man looked taken aback. "Er… yes, yes of course." He moved away from Harry, but gave him a quick pat on the back. "Snorus," he cast. "Well, all our champions are ready for the second task, which will start on my whistle. They have precisely an hour to recover what has been taken from them. On the count of three, then. One… two… three!"

A shrill whistle was blown and Harry quickly cast his charm. He only half-noticed Fleur doing the same, Malfoy stuffing gillyweed into his mouth, and Krum transfiguring his head into that of a shark.

He was planning on using gillyweed, but somewhere along the line he realized the complications of getting it. He didn't want to steal it from Snape— he wouldn't give it to him if he asked— and he couldn't go into Hogsmeade until after the task. He could always use a secret passageway and the cloak, but he had to be seen to buy it. He only chose the Bubble-Head for simplicity.

Almost as if they were given another cue, the four jumped into the lake at the exact same moment.

The experience of being in the lake was different than last time. He could remember the effects of gillyweed clearly, and using a Bubble-Head charm was quite different and much more comfortable. He took a minute to look around, not noting that the other champions all took off in different directions.

Harry swum forward until he couldn't see the bottom of the lake anymore and then pushed himself downwards. He noted that it was much easier to swim with gillyweed than with the Bubble-Head charm. He couldn't remember exactly where he was headed, but the bottom of the lake would be the best place to start.

The bottom was dark and Harry breathed his air deeply. He couldn't see more than ten feet in front of him. He watched the different fish carefully, watching for grindylows the best he could.

It took about ten minutes by Harry's guess to see one. It didn't notice him, but when it did, it charged. "Dammit," he muttered, drawing his wand. Four others attacked him from behind and when the first grabbed his arm his wand fell loose and began to drift away. He swore loudly and pulled out a small knife from his pocket with his left arm. He slashed at the first grindylow and kicked at the other water demons before taking off as fast as he could after the wand.

Luckily, he reached it before it got too far away. He wrapped his fingers around it and yelled, "Relashio!", pointing it at them. He did it a couple more times and swam on.

He only saw a couple more from then on and would shoot them with jets of boiling water. "I should have asked Myrtle to come down or something and help," he muttered to himself, wondering if she was down in the lake this time.

"What about me," a certain shrill voice asked from behind. "I can't hear you very well."

He was very much relieved with her presence. He gestured for her to come closer and she stuck her head into his bubble. "When are you going to get me my cat?"

He sighed. "Later, Myrtle. Where are the merpeople?"

She cocked her head to the side. "Is that what you're looking for?"

"Yeah," he replied.

She laughed. "You're going in the wrong direction, Harry."

He swore again, and it made her laugh. "I'll lead you as close as I can, if you'd like."

"As long as we can swim higher up," he said. "The grindylows are getting annoying."

"They can't touch me."

He sighed. "Me, Myrtle. It's faster without them bothering me. Thanks so much, by the way."

So she led him upwards and almost completely across the lake by Harry's reckoning. Finally, she said, "I can't go any farther. Go down and forward and I expect a cat soon."

"As soon as possible," he said, reminding himself to ask Sirius to bring a cat to the third task. "I'll have to bring her home over the holidays, though." She opened her mouth, probably to protest, and he cut her off. "Now's not the time, Myrtle. I'll visit you later or something to figure it all out. Thanks again." And he left before she could respond.

"An hour long you'll have to look,

And to recover what we took…"

He knew he was getting closer as their song got louder.

The city was the same as before, and he focused completely on going forward. He didn't know who his hostage might be, but he suspected Ginny. As he got closer he thought and thought about it. Who would he miss most? He had to admit that he'd miss Malfoy— only because he would probably go insane if there wasn't somebody else who remembered the past (future?)— all of the Dream Team whom he knew were all in the stands, and almost everybody who died and he missed would be on the list of people he would.

The hostages were in the same place as last time, sleeping peacefully; Tracy Davis, Gabrielle Delecour, and Sirius Black were tired together, and there were some cut ropes that must've been Krum's hostage. They looked like they'd been gnawed off. Briefly, he wondered who it was. He crossed his figures for Fleur to actually show up for her sister and then pulled the knife out again to cut Sirius out. That was why he had brought it in the first place.

It wasn't necessarily unexpected that Sirius would be the thing he missed most. He pulled his godfather up and swam up.

When their heads hit the air Harry removed the Bubble-Head charm and Sirius woke up instantly and asked, "How'd you do?"

He wasn't surprised that it was the first thing he asked. "I was the second one there. Malfoy's and Delecour's are still down there."

They swam towards the bank and climbed out. Fleur was sitting in a blanket at the edge of the lake, looking at the water's with a very worried look on her face. Madam Maxine's hand gripping her shoulder seemed the only thing keeping her from jumping back in.

"Looks like only Malfoy is still down there," Sirius commented. "How long do you think he'll be down there?"

"How long have I been down there?"

Sirius shrugged. "How should I know?"

Harry shot him a look. "I wasn't talking to you."

When they climbed out Fleur immediately asked, "Gabrielle— 'ow was 'er?"

Harry smiled. "She'll be alright," he said. "They wouldn't leave any hostages down there. I could go back down to get her if you'd like…"

Before Fleur could respond, Malfoy surfaced and everybody's attention moved to him. He had Tracy, but he also had Gabrielle. Fleur jumped up. "Gabrielle!" she said, excitedly. "Gabrielle!"

Malfoy grabbed the girl who obviously couldn't swim and Tracy took hold of his other arm. Malfoy was still, probably saying something to the two girls and then he was pulled back under by their combined weight and apparent inability to swim. Harry jumped back in the lake and swam at them. "No, Mr. Potter," he heard somebody (he didn't take the time to figure who) yell.

Malfoy and Tracy surfaced again, but Gabrielle was nowhere to be seen. "I can't swim," he heard Tracy yell and Malfoy let her go and went back under (this time on purpose.) The girl's head stayed above the water for a moment before she fell back under. Tracy struggled and struggled to keep herself from sinking like the other girl did. She went under again.

Harry reached her and grabbed hold of her arm reaching for the surface and pulled her up. "How can you not swim?" he asked.

"I never cared to learn," she replied. "I hate the water."

Malfoy and Gabrielle reached the air again and the little girl started to cough. "You take Tracy, I'll take Gabrielle," Harry said, pushing Malfoy's hostage to him and taking Fleur's hostage. "Why'd you bring her?" he asked as they began to drag the girls across the lake.

"I figured that Delecour wasn't going to show up if she hadn't already," he said, giving Harry a wink. Obviously, the other time-traveller remembered that Fleur was attacked and figured she was this time too.

Tracy smiled. "I think it was sweet of him."

"Coming from the thing that he'd miss most," Harry teased. "If I didn't know better, Malfoy, I'd say your icicle heart is finally melting."

"Shut up, Potter," Malfoy shot back. "I'm not that heartless to leave a cute little girl down there when her rescuer was obviously not going to rescue her."

When they climbed out, Fleur immediately gave Malfoy a forceful hug. "You saved 'er. Even though she was not your 'ostage." She let go quickly though, and wrapped her arms around the little girl. "Gabrielle," she said and then began to speak to her in French. She then wrapped her own blanket around her sister.

Madam Pomfrey ushered him over to her and gave him a two blankets. "Go bring one to Miss Delecour," she said and brought then took two more and brought them to Malfoy and Tracy, who'd already edged away from the others. Harry just brought his blanket to Fleur. Then he sat down. He was exhausted. The only thing that kept him from drowning when he jumped in to help with Gabrielle was adrenaline.

""Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award her twenty-five points."

"I deserved zero," said Fleur.

"Victor Krum used an incomplete form of Transfiguration, which was nevertheless effective, and was first to return with his hostage at five minutes past the time-limit. We award him forty-eight points."

"Harry Potter, who also used the Bubble-Head Charm, was third to return with his hostage, and he returned fifteen minutes minute outside the time limit of an hour. He also jumped back into the water when his fellow champion was struggling with two hostages who couldn't swim. We award Mr. Potter with forty-one points."

"Draco Malfoy used gillyweed, and arrived last at twenty-one minutes outside an hour. However, he did bring up a second hostage who he believed was not going to be saved, though he did require help pulling them out because neither of the two could swim. We award Draco Malfoy thirty-nine points."

"The third and final task will take place at dusk on the twenty-fourth of June," continued Bagman. "The champions will be notified of what is coming precisely one month beforehand. Thank you all for your support of the champions."

"I can't believe that your hostage was Sirius," Ron complained. "I knew you longer! Why would you miss him more than me?"

People were hounding the Champions for details about what happened in the Lake. The whole school was abuzz. He could remember hearing so many different versions of all stories because they were travelling through so many people. A number of people were under the impression that Harry fought off an army of Grindylows. One day he got tired of it so he stood up on the table at breakfast to inform everybody that no, he did not fight off an army of Grindylows.

He'd heard Malfoy telling the Slytherins that he rescued Gabrielle for points. "I was last there, and I figured that if Delecour hadn't shown up already she wasn't going to… I knew Dumbledore would think it heroic that I saved the other hostage…"

Life went on as usual. Harry shared with the rest of the Dream Team his newest project— to find a way into the girls' dormitories— and that was what he spent his spare time doing.

The first thing he tried was climbing up with a girl behind him and in front of him. "This isn't going to work," Hermione said.

Harry laughed. "Probably not," he agreed, "but wouldn't you feel so stupid if we tried it last and it worked?"

It didn't. The stairs turned into a slide regardless of the girls on it.

He tried to scale the slide, and learned it was slippery as ice.

"What if we scaled it with something that stuck?" Ron suggested, so they tried that. Nothing would stick properly to the slide at all.

At first the Gryffindors thought it was the most hilarious thing, but then they got used to them. By the twentieth time they went tumbling down, barely anybody noticed or cared.

"I don't think we'll be able to just climb the stairs in any way," Neville sighed.

Harry smiled. "Time to try scaling the walls!"

It was almost the end of March when Harry finally decided, "We can't get up."

"Finally," Neville replied.

"But," Harry continued, "I have one final idea…" Hermione groaned. "Polyjuice Potion."

"No," Hermione said. "No, no, no, no, no! That's where I'm drawing the line, Harry!"

Harry groaned. "Please Hermione? If this doesn't work, I promise I'll give up!"

"I'm not brewing Polyjuice for something so… petty!"

He sighed. He couldn't brew that by himself. He could ask Malfoy, but before he could take too much time considering that option, he realized that a certain somebody had a huge store of Polyjuice. "Would you lend me some hairs, then, because I know where to get some."

Hermione scowled. "You are not stealing anything from Professor Snape."

"I doubt he has a store of that, Hermione," Harry replied. "Just, if I come up with it, can I try?"

She scoffed. "Whatever. Yes, if you come up with some."

And that was how Harry found himself sneaking into Professor Moody's office late at night on the first of April. "You're so stupid, Harry," he muttered to himself, checking the Map for Junior's location. "He probably keeps it in his bedroom, where-ever that is. Or in the trunk. I might as well rescue Moody if I can open it to check."

He looked around and muttered, "He keeps the keys with him…Merlin, what do I have to do? Sneak them from him? Or just take the hip flask?"

He sighed. "I might as well brew it myself if I want to try that," he told himself. "Bad Harry," and then he did a double-take as he opened a desk drawer. "Keys?" he asked. "Are those…?"

He picked them out and stuffed them in the keyholes. "Wow, Junior, getting lazy, are we?"

And he opened the trunk. "Polyjuice," he muttered, checking though the different compartments. "Please, please have kept it in here…"

He opened the last lock and sighed in relief. Beside Moody was a full cauldron. Was that there last time? Harry didn't remember it… did Junior stop brewing it at the end of the year? And why didn't he have his keys on him? He was sure that last time Dumbledore took the keys off him. Was he getting paranoid about somebody finding them?

"I hate Polyjuice," he muttered to himself as the gunk poured into his flask unevenly. "Should I take Moody?" That was his biggest problem. Morally, because he was in there, he should grab Moody. Then again, Moody desperately needed medical attention and the only way to get that was to screw things around. Voldemort needed to return for Harry to kill that bit of his soul— as far as he knew— and busting Junior to save Moody early would definitely be problematic.

"I could bring him to the Room of Requirement," he suggested to himself out-loud. "But he'd have to stay there and I'd have to tell him…"

As he looked at the man he wondered, "I'd have to tell him anyways, wouldn't I… suspicious bastard…"

He checked the Map and then said, "It's not like I'd be able to transport him to the Room without getting caught…"

He sighed. "I am so sorry, old friend," he told the unconscious body. "I am so sorry."

He climbed out.

Hermione crossed her arms. "Where did you get that?" she asked, scowling. "You can't just steal things, Harry."

Harry shrugged. "I'm not telling you. Can I have a hair, then?"

The girl shook her head quickly. "I don't care what I said before. You must've stolen it— if you got it legally then tell me how." He bit his lip. "Exactly," she said. "Exactly."

It didn't stop Harry, though. There were other girls in the Gryffindor tower that he could steal hair from, after all. "Hey Lavender!" he called and walked away from his friend. "You have something in your hair, you know."

"What? Where?"

He smiled mischievously. "Here, I'll get it." He reached over and pulled a loose piece of hair off her head, pulling it into his fist and pretending to brush off the spot with his hand. "Alright, you're good."

"Thanks."

Hermione scowled. "Don't think I didn't see that," she told him as he brushed past her on his way up to his room to store the hair with his potions ingredients.

"I don't care," he replied.

The next day while Lavender was in the library he popped the hair in the Polyjuice and climbed up the stairs. When he reached the top he let out a cry of triumph. "See, stairs," he said, "I knew there was a way to get to the top!"

Hermione, who was walking out of her dormitory, laughed at him. "C'mon Harry, it's stupid to do something so big for something so small."

He shrugged. "It's the principle of the matter… do you think it'll fling me out when time is up?"

So he walked into Lavender, Hermione, and Parvarti's room and waited out his hour— alone, because Hermione didn't condone his behaviour.

The hour ended and the door flung open. He felt himself being pulled out by an invisible force pulled him out of the room and threw him onto the stairs, which were once again a slide. He tumbled down, through the open doors that slammed shut angrily as soon as he was out.

"But past an hour— the prospect's black," he recited. "Too late, it's gone, it won't come back." He sighed. "There won't be time to waste."