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Hermione: Well, technically you-

Me:*waves hand* whatever, whatever; disclaimer?

Hermione:*huffs*You're just like the boys…

Me: 'You're just like the boys' is not the disclaimer.

Hermione:*mutters something about lazy people* Nicoisawesome doesn't own.

Me: OH! ALSO! THE SUPER IMPORTANT NOTE I FORGOT TO TELL YOU! This fanfic is set to the 21st century!

"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming..."-Dory from Finding Nemo

My eyelids felt terribly heavy. Dull pain thudded in my head.

More sleep. Sleep. Sleep. My body told me, but I couldn't. You know that feeling you get when you think you've forgotten or haven't done something? That's what I was feeling.

Thing was; what was I forgetting?

Eyes closed, my mind replayed everything that had happened. Execution, black dog, tree, Pettigrew, Sirius Black innocent, Lupin-

Sirius. I gasped and my eyes opened. Where had the dementors gone? How was I alive? I groped blindly around for something to touch, and my fingers landed on a soft sheet. Pulling myself up, I grabbed a fistful of the pillow and propped it up so I could sit up. I rubbed my eyes.

Blinding light invaded my peaceful, serene darkness, and I winced. When my eyes adjusted, I realized I wasn't alone.

The weary man I had seen trudging to Hagrid's for the execution was there-that was Minister Fudge, wasn't it? And there was Dumbledore, and-Dad. Who had, for his dignity, ripped off the cloth wrapped around his head. I shook my head in exasperation, and instantly, a searing pain traveled through my head. It felt like I'd been stabbed.

I sunk back into my pillow, and quietly touched my temples. A gauze was draped around my head, bandaged tightly. Great.

"WE'RE NOT CONFUNDED!"

"What the-" I barreled up, breathing heavily. Who had just-Harry?!

Madame Pomfrey hustled over to me so angrily that I shrunk back a little. Seriously, you would too: Imagine a very angry nurse storm towards you with a huge block of chocolate and a hammer in her hand. Scary.

"Now, really, Potter is my patient, and I must insist you leave! I will not have you distressing my patients!" She shoved a piece of chocolate into my hand, which I confusedly ate.

"I'M NOT DISTRESSED! I'm telling you; Sirius is innocent!" Harry cried out. I nodded. "Minister, Headmaster, please, he's innocent! It's because Ron's rat was really-ack!" I stopped talking unwillingly, as Pomfrey stuffed another chunk of chocolate at me, this time directly into my mouth. I heard Harry choke, too; he must have gotten the same treatment.

Hermione, who was also awake, leaned forward in her bed eagerly. "Professor, you were knocked out at the time, that's why you don't know-" I nodded in agreement, two fingers at my throat, trying to swallow as quickly as possible.

"Miss Granger, HOLD YOUR TONGUE!" Dad hissed. Okay, how many people were even IN here?!

"Now, Snape," Minister Fudge said, abashed. "This young lady is obviously disturbed-"

I pulled the covers over me, unable to muffle the peals of laughter erupting from my mouth. Hermione? Disturbed?

"I would like to speak to Harry, Cecelia, and Hermione alone." Dumbledore said suddenly. I shoved the covers off, wincing as my head screamed in painful protest.

After a bunch of hissing from my dad, a quiet "Alright" from Fudge, and loud screeching protests from Pomfrey, they all swept/stormed/I'm-going-to-go-and-throw-a-tantrum stormed away.

Another your-forgetting-something feeling washed over me, and I frowned. It hit me like a bullet.

Oh my go-Tom? You there? I poked around in my mind, and hit home. Literally.

Ow.

No sympathy. None. Thanks for SAYING HELLO WHEN I WOKE UP. You scared me, you idiot!

Good to know you care…?

Do you think Dumbledore would think I was weird if I threw up my hands right now?

No.

Huh?

He already knows you're weird.

Yeah, thanks. I blinked, and suddenly realized Hermione had left her bed and was fishing out a-

"Time Turner," I breathed in awe. Harry got up in confusion.

I threw my covers off. "Wait! Don't leave me!" Hermione paused, eyes lingering to my head.

"You should stay with Ron." She said timidly. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah; I love watching people sleep. C'mon, PLEASE!" I stumbled to my feet. Hermione huffed. "No."

"If you don't throw that chain over my neck too, I'll…rip your Potions book in half!" I threatened. Hermione gasped. "You wouldn't."

I grinned cheekily. "Wanna risk it?" Slowly, I mimed ripping something and made a chhhh! ripping sound.

"Honestly, you're such a Slytherin." Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbed my hand, and threw the chain over my and Harry's necks.

"And exactly how is that an insult?" I protested as she turned the Time Turner three times. I felt like I was flying-the floor was gone-my stomach twisted-and suddenly we were in front of the front doors of Hogwarts.

I grinned. "That was awesome!" Harry blinked and rubbed his stomach. "Where are we-'Mione!" Hermione had grabbed our hands and dragged us into a closet. A CLOSET. I wrinkled my nose at the smelly mops and watery buckets.

"Oh, yuck-must have just been used to clean the bathrooms!" I hissed in the darkness.

"How do you know what that smells like?" Hermione snatched the chain off my neck. Harry seemed completely lost.

"I got detention and had to clean the girl's bathroom once." I admitted. I could almost SEE Hermione rolling her eyes.

For Harry's sake, I explained, "We've gone back in time, Harry."

"Yes," Hermione agreed. "I've been using it for my lessons. Mcgonagall had to go through a bunch of papers to convince everyone I wouldn't use it for anything except studies, and I wouldn't tell a soul."

"Um, you two," Harry interrupted. "We need to get moving. It smells in here."

"We're back three hours. Three hours ago we were…Buckbeak!" That's right; the bird's not dead yet! I grinned. I feel smart.

"So, we need to save Buckbeak! And then fly him over to Sirius!" Harry realized. Hermione gasped. "That's IMPOSSIBLE. Nobody can see us, you know!"

I shook my head. "We've got to try." Slowly, we crept out of the closet, shushing Hermione's terrified squeaks.

3rd POV

"Run for it. To the forest, okay?" Celia whispered.

Harry and Hermione blinked.

"A-are you mad? Someone'll see us!" Harry hissed back. Hermione let out another squeak of terror, whipping her head around to check for students.

Celia gave them both the glare. The one that Harry was too used to from Professor Snape. Without warning, Celia's hands shot out and grabbed Harry and Hermione's.

"You guys think too much." Still holding Harry and Hermione's hands, she took off, and the two of them had no choice but to start sprinting or fall over.

Hermione let out a squeal. "Stop, Celia! Someone's yards away from us!" Instead of stopping Celia ran faster(if that was even humanely possible).

In the forest, Harry and Hermione slumped against tree trunks, Celia barely panting. She seemed to be in "soldier mode"; all business. Harry had never seen her like this, but she had that spark of determination in her eyes, like that time she was trying to save Buckbeak.

"Hagrid!" The three of them ducked and peered out from behind trees. There, about 30 feet away, were…Harry, Celia, Hermione, and Ron. Harry was holding the Invisibility Cloak, so his right arm was gone. Celia knocked the door again, and Hermione stifled a laugh. Celia could never stand still. She was bouncing on her toes. Even in class, she was constantly flicking her quill back and forth, or tapping her feet, or playing with her fingers, or playing with her EYES(she seemed to find going cross-eyed amusing), or…well, you get the point.

Harry watched himself from a distance, going inside Hagrid's hut. "This is the weirdest thing we've ever done."

Celia snorted. "From the bits of conversations about your PAST adventures, this'll probably become the LEAST weirdest things that'll happen to you." Briefly they heard the sound of Scabbers' squeaking and Hagrid stood.

The back door opened and the past quadruplet walked out. "Yeh've gotta go, now!" Hagrid shoved them outside. Past Celia turned suddenly to Hagrid.

"Hagrid, no. We can't-" she said.

That was followed by a series of similar protests from Harry, Ron, and even Hermione, who usually did whatever adults told her to do.

"I said, get goin'! Bad 'nough yer here…" Hagrid shut the door after a few more protests.

The present Celia, still behind the tree, watched as her past self slipped on the cloak. Dumbledore, Macnair, and Fudge trudged inside Hagrid's hut.

Harry and Hermione turned to Celia expectantly.

"What?" Celia blinked, just as Macnair(inside the hut) growled loudly, "Where's that beast?!"

Celia snarled at the hut. "You're the beast, you…" the "you" was followed by a series of long cuss words that improved Harry's vocabulary by tons.

"You go," Harry whispered fervently to Celia. "Buckbeak seems to like you the most…untie him and get 'im here…"

Celia nodded, and sprinted off towards Buckbeak. Hermione squeaked, "Bow!", but Celia couldn't hear her.

Celia's POV

Buckbeak, like I last saw him, was tethered to a tree outside. He clawed at the ground, a disappointed grunt emerging from him everytime he couldn't break free. As soon as my footsteps got within hearing range, his neck shot up and he stared at me.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm going to untie you, okay?" Wish I had something for him to eat, Buckbeak nudged me with his head, and I patted it half-heartedly.

The knot wasn't really hard to untie. It was one of those knots that you tied on your shoe, so I gave it one swift tug and Buckbeak came free.

"C'mon," I tugged the rope firmly. "You're not dying today, not on my watch." Buckbeak dug his heels into the dirt, head swinging towards Hagrid's large sniff inside the hut.

You're not supposed to ride hippogriffs without permission from them. But really, I could hear them all getting up. There was no time.

One hand on Buckbeak's neck, I swung myself over him, grabbed the ropes into reins, and gave them one small snap. Buckbeak didn't budge. I snapped the reins again. "C'mon, please, please move!" Probably at my urgent, desperate tone, Buckbeak broke into a gentle trot.

As soon as I reached Harry and Hermione, I gave the terribly-made reins a small tug and Buckbeak tossed his head, stopping gratefully. When I slid off Buckbeak, Harry was staring at me with something like awe.

"What?"

He shook his head. "Buckbeak really likes you. I think he'd kick me if I tried to ride him without bowing." I shrugged and turned away.

I opened my mouth to say something to Hermione (who was on the floor), but was suddenly yanked back onto the floor. I tried to yell as a hand went over my mouth.

"Ouch-just me, Celia!" Harry hissed, hands jerking back as I bit him. I pried his hands off and stared at him. "Why'd you-"

Harry put a finger to his lips and shook his head wildly. Universal motion for SHUT UP.

Position very strange….

What are you talking-oh…I was leaning against Harry's chest, and Harry was against a tree. Shut up. I shifted slightly.

"WHERES THE BEAST?!" Macnair roared outside. I sunk lower and closed my eyes. Please don't see us. Please don't see us. I looked up slowly, and evenly, Harry's emerald eyes met mine. He mouthed something I later realized was 'take a look?', but as I am the WORST lip-synching reader in the entire universe, I thought he said, "rake a nook?"

I frowned. Wh-h-h-a-a-a-t? I mouthed back, confused. Luckily he wasn't as terrible as me, so he shook his head and motioned for me to be quiet. Except in that urgent way again, so it was more like, JUST BE QUIET AND STAY OUT OF THE WAY, OKAY?

Quickly, he popped his head to the side, and I copied him. THUNK. Macnair had chopped a pumpkin in anger, while Hagrid was busy blubbering in complete happiness.

"How extraordinary," Dumbledore noted, the tone in his voice implying that he was a little amused.

Macnair growled. "Someone untied him! Search the forest!" Hermione, hiding behind another tree, shared a panicked look with me. I curled my hand around Buckbeak's rope defensively, prepared to run.

Tom. Earth to Tom? Need advice!

Tom frowned.Just get going. They won't notice unless you make a lot of noise. Make sure Buckbeak doesn't run for the giant.

Hagrid. Not "the giant". Nevertheless, I gave Harry's hand a reassuring squeeze and got up quietly.

And then Dumbledore saw me.

His blue eyes twinkled in surprise, and he saw Buckbeak. I pressed a finger to my lips and shook my head.

Dumbledore chuckled. "You think they left on foot? Search the skies, if you will." At that, I let out a small sigh of relief. Slowly I stretched out a hand to pull Harry up, then hurried over to Hermione when Macnair, Fudge, and Dumbledore went back inside the hut for cups of brandy and tea. Hagrid let them in weakly, but happily.

"Harry, you scared me to death! I thought you were-something!" I actually didn't know what I thought he was, but hey, can you really blame me? An unknown person grabs you and hauls you to the ground, then claps a hand over your mouth; how do you NOT fight back?

Harry offered an unconvincing, apologetic smile and a shrug.

"Stop it, you two. Come on." Hermione said impatiently.

"We need to get to the Whomping Willow; I have to be able to see…" Harry whispered softly. I nodded, and patted Buckbeak on the head, whispering soothing words to him. They mostly included not dying.

After I swung myself over Buckbeak, we began to jog to the Willow. Then we hid behind more trees. Okay, Hermione and Harry hid behind more trees. I clumsily bashed into a tree.

Tree Hugger.

Shut up.

Then suddenly-our past selves and Ron came into view-and the black dog. It jumped at Harry, and Celia (past me) grabbed its neck and threw it a few meters away from Harry.

Ultimate fail.

"Looks even worse from here, doesn't it?" Harry said, and we watched in horror as the dog dragged Ron into the roots. I winced at the familiar CRACK! of Ron's leg breaking. "Ouch-look, I just got walloped by the tree-and so did you-and you, Hermione-ow-this is weird-"

It was weird. I couldn't help grimacing as Celia let out a cry as the branch hit the back of her head, causing her to go sprawling. Harry and Hermione helped her up, and the tree froze. What was really strange was that I was seeing myself, kind of like watching a memory from a different perspective.

As soon as they disappeared, Harry frowned. "If I dashed out now, Snape would never be able to take it…" he said slowly. I thought about that.

"That's true…and Sirius would be free…" I said aloud, thoughtfully. Hermione glared at us like we had committed a crime.

"No! We mustn't be seen! Harry!" Not a moment too soon, Hermione grabbed Harry's robes as he prepared to run for the cloak. There was a very loud "LA-LALA-DA-DUH-DUM-DEE-DUM", off-key, terrible singing, and Hagrid came bounding into view. He wobbled as he walked, a large brandy in his hands.

"See what would have happened?!" Hermione hissed at us, then proceeded to conk Harry in the head and me in the arm. We rubbed our new injuries, and suddenly Buckbeak lunged.

I grabbed the rope and tugged, hard. As soon as Hagrid was out of view, Buckbeak froze, and his head dropped sadly. There wasn't much I could do, but I patted his head apologetically.

A few minutes later, Dad flew out of the castle doors, running at the Willow like something was chasing him. Harry seemed on the verge of exploding when he stopped, raised his eyebrows at the Invisibility Cloak on the ground, and picked it up.

"Get your filthy hands off it," Harry snarl-whispered.

I rolled my eyes. "Chill, Harry, it's not like he's using it to wipe his feet or something."

"Shut it, both of you!" Hermione looked terrified. I gave her a small smile which didn't seem to help at all.

"So now what do we do? Wait until we come out, and for something to help us from the dementors, and then fly up to Flitwick's office and retrieve Sirius. This is going to be fun." I rubbed my hands together.

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