Time Warp
By: GoddessGirl123
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I do not own Harry Potter, anything related to him, or the actual person who does own him.
A/N Still having computer problems, sorry again.
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Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk and stared at the papers and objects before him. Countless wrinkled yellowing news articles lay scattered across the wood along with broken quills and empty ink bottles. Several burned out candles sat on the desk a long with one that was still shining brightly. The Headmaster hadn't left his office for many nights now, and he hadn't slept more then a few hours for a long time. He feared that Harry Potter was in more trouble than he could imagine. He had spent hours searching through the Daily Prophet papers and old books filled with forgotten magic. Nothing seemed to reveal to him where Harry was, or where Harry had taken Ginny, Remus, and Sirius.
Professor Dumbledore slowly took the paper he had been reading and placed it on the corner of his desk which was reserved for useless information. He took another sheet from the unread pile on the other side and began to read.
My Child, the Charmer!
A proud Mistress Turner, the famous writer of spells, hexes, jinxes, charms, and curses, stood next to her blonde tall handsome son, Jeromy Turner as he received an award for his first major enchantment.
"I'm so happy for him," Katrine Turner smiled through tears of happiness. "He's only a few years older then I was when I first invented my first charm. Mine was only a simple detecting spell, helped me find anyone and everything I ever lost, his is a huge important magical enchantment!" When questioned of the spell, she said she was not allowed to reveal to the public what it was.
"My only hint is 'time', a fragile balance of life that should be handled by only the most skilled, and only then when it is most needed.
The article ended here, but Dumbledore reread the last line again and again. A wise definition Dumbledore thought as he tried as hard as he could to recall this women. Katrine Turner, beautiful women, very skilled in charms and transfiguration. He had only met her once, and it was at the Wizardly Wise Awards. He had seen her son too, very tall and successful looking.
He couldn't remember for his life why he hadn't spoken since. He remembered that Jeromy had been most interested in speaking with him of advanced magic, no surprises at all to him. They had discussed that fact that Jeromy had to finish with his latest discovery and spell before he moved on, and therefore wouldn't be able to meet for months. As Dumbledore continued through the stack, he found a another article referring to the two Turners that had been published a few days later.
Turners Turned
Katrine and Jeromy Turner, two extremely intelligent wizards and witches who are most skilled in the department of time travel have gone missing. "It was late at night when I last saw Jeromy," Tiffany Fray, Jeromy's most resent girlfriend, said. "I spoke to him in the late evening around 8. It was dark, and Jeromy refused to leave his lab and come home for a good hot dinner and a nice good night's sleep. I tried to tell him that staying up this night would not help him in the morning, but he insisted. Said he was near the completion to an extremely advanced spell or something; some kind of new discovery.
"He wouldn't tell me what it was; said it was top secret and would reveal it to me first as soon as he could. I left him around 8:30 and past his mother, Katrine Turner, on my way out of the main building. She asked where Jeromy was, she was in quite a state. I told her he was in the research building and she dashed down the hall yelling behind her back to me for me to run for it and to not come back until she fire called me later the next day. I did as she said, and I haven't seen either of them since."
No one can confirm if Miss Fray's statement is true or not. "It was a Saturday Night; the main buildings close at 7." Jacqueline Pricker, one of the many secretaries of the JKT Labs, explained. "Of course Master and Mistress Turner both had keys to all the buildings. Tiffany came in just before the doors closed and told me she wanted to go visit Jeromy. I thought nothing of it, seeing as she regularly visited him in the evenings and attempted to bring him home earlier from his studies then normal. I let her in, and then left the premises."
What really happened to Katrine and Jeromy Turner? What really happened at the JKT Labs after Miss Fray left? After Aurors inspected the area, they came to the conclusion that they had left the building unharmed, with out a struggle and with out force. "No one windows broken, no windows broken and mended." Auror Gristle said as he stood in front of the main building of JKT Labs. "Either the turners willingly let in some one who some how brought them out of the building and away from here or they left the building by themselves and were captured by some one or something after leaving the buildings or finally they left by themselves, and escaped and hid by themselves. We can not rule out the possibility of them hiding some where out of England because of recent Death Eater activity."
For more on the Turners disappearance and a interview with Fiona Turner, the sister of Jeromy Turner and daughter of Katrine Turner, turn to page 10.
But Professor had no interest in Fiona Turner's views on the situation at hand at this current moment. He quickly flipped back and found another article on Jeromy's discovery. That's what he discovered! The Time Turner! Dumbledore thought as he read the articles again more thoroughly. 'Said he was near the completion to an extremely advanced spell or something; some kind of new discovery...' Dumbledore thought harder. He knew that there was some kind of connection to Harry's disappearance, even if this had happened a good 18 years ago when...
"Harry was born! Of course, this happened the same year Harry was born..." Dumbledore mumbled as he searched for more articles marked with the correct years. "Many different disappearances; Professor Francis, the infamous writer of Time Travel Theories, many different pieces of important information and notes stolen from the Ministry, Master Alchemist Henry Hubert was murdered in unknown and mysterious ways (though they assumed it was the killing curse, they were unsure who cast it) that year when he was visiting the JKT Labs trying to look over any unlooked clues... Suddenly, a knock on the door came loudly, stirring Albus from his thoughts.
"Come in..." he said wearily as Mr. Arthur Weasley walked in. His red thin hair seemed thinner then usual and his happy grin that was almost always plastered on his face seemed more forced then usual.
"Albus how are you this fine chilly morning?" he asked as he stepped further into the room.
"No need acting so cheery around me, Arthur..." Dumbledore muttered as he began underlining and circling different things from the articles. "You know as well as I that it is just an act for your children and wife, particularly Molly. Her only daughter, snatched by unknown magic, afraid for her life." He sighed and looked up. "I am as fine as can be expected Arthur. Now how may I help you?"
"Well, I was just wondering, have you, er, found any, er, progression in your, uh, research?" Arthur asked, carefully wording his sentence.
"Plenty, you just found me in the center of it all actually." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in a most Dumbledore-like way.
"May I hear of your findings, or would you rather contemplate by yourself?"
"Do you remember a certain Mistress Katrine Turner and Master Jeromy Turner?"
"Why yes I do. They were quiet good friends of mine; back when they both had offices in the Ministry right next to mine. When they moved to the JKT Labs I visited them on the rare occasion. I didn't want to intrude on there research and testing so I rarely stopped by, but when I did we would have the most wonderful of talks."
"Did you speak to both Jeromy and Katrine, or one more then the other?"
"I spoke to who ever was around. Katrine's chatting wasn't as interesting as Jeromy's, probably because he really didn't love his work as much as his mother let on. He did want to discover magnificent new spells, but found the work tedious. Katrine on the other hand, was always into her work. When I spoke to her she was normally working at the time and when you don't receive eye contact and full attention from the person you are trying to talk to, you normally prefer not to talk to them. When I visited Jeromy, he would drop what he was doing and immediately begin chatting away."
"May I ask what you spoke about?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. My family and Jeromy's. Molly's cooking and Katrine's cooking, trying to figure out whose was better. Small little things that would lighten up those dark days."
"Did you ever speak of work? His discoveries?"
"More of my job then his. I understood why he didn't want to reveal anything really to me, his occupation was rather secretive. We didn't really want to speak of work, seeing as that occupied both of our lives a fair bit. But on the rare occasion I would ask how his research was going and he would say fine and that subject of conversation would normally end there. Albus, may I ask what Katrine and Jeromy have to do with Harry and the other's disappearance?"
"A great deal Arthur, a great deal..."
"Katrine and Jeromy have been missing for the past 18 years; there is no way they are still alive; is there?"
"I have little hope for them seeing as there was much Death Eater activity was going on around them..." Dumbledore looked up and said more sternly
"Are you sure you didn't go into any detail of his work? Any at all?"
"Well, he did mention something about a new spell he was coming up with..." Arthur said uncertainly. "It was more of a passing comment, didn't even say it was a spell. I assumed it was though. I came to visit him one day and he said he would be with me in a moment and he had to finish up on his notes for Valmorra. Don't ask me anything about it; that's all he said to me and he didn't mention it ever again." Dumbledore looked up quickly
"Did you say Valmorra?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"That word seems familiar in some way, I'm not sure how, but I remember it from some where..." Mr. Weasley watched as Professor Dumbledore slowly stood and walked upstairs towards one of his towers.
"Good night Arthur, I shall speak to you in the morning."
"Night Albus."
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A knock sounded on the wooden door, causing Hermione to look up. She gave the person a shaky come in as she wiped the stray tears from her face.
"Oh, it's you Ron..." Hermione said as she looked down. Ron walked up to her and sat down.
"Dad's gone to talk about Harry and the others with Dumbledore; maybe they'll figure out where he is..." Ron said slinging an arm over her shoulder and looking down at Hermione.
"I miss him Ron." Hermione whispered. "I miss him so much. I miss his voice, his face, his friendship, I miss the way he used to ruffle his hair when he got nervous and how he seemed to be the only one who could ever get us back together when we fought. I miss Ginny, I miss her loyalty, her truthfulness, I miss how she was always standing by my side when I needed her. I miss Remus with all his insightful thoughts and facts, answers and stories. I miss Sirius, the second brightest thing in this house, a part form the twins. I miss how he could just look at some one and it would make them laugh." Hermione looked up at Ron who was holding her close to him now.
"I miss all of them..."
"I promise you Hermione, I will do all I can to make sure you will be able to see all of them again."
"How can you promise that? We don't know where they are, their current condition, anything!"
"Everything with in my power. I will also make sure you don't worry yourself sick over them. Harry's strong, and so are Ginny, Remus, and Sirius for that matter. If they can get through this so can we."
"So you think that they'll come back?"
"I know they'll come back, 'Mione."
Even though neither of the two believed this, hearing each other say it was enough for them to stay strong together. It's amazing how you can convince yourself into believing something that in your right mind would know not true or possible.