Hi, and welcome to my new story. This is the first chapter of what I want and hope to be a msyterous, romantic, funny and wonderfully written fanfiction.
It's about Harry and Hermione going to the past and finding themselves caught up in teenage situations. They said they'd be back in a few hours, but someone find themselves staying much longer than they had planned. The title is still a working title and may be changed at a later time. Enjoy!
It had been three months since Dumbledore died. Bill and Fleur's wedding was in two hours and Harry Potter was reading a book on the Weasley's living room couch, fully dressed in a tuxedo and a messy bow tie.
Hermione rushed in, her hair curls, her face made up, and her pink gown on. "Harry, what are you doing? Stand up!" Harry stood up the book still in his hands. Hermione fixed his bow tie, "Honestly, Harry, what are you reading?"
Harry shrugged and Hermione grabbed the book. "Magic through out the ages." Hermione looked at him, "You'll never find anything about horcruxes in here." Hermione threw the book to the side. "Harry, come on, the wedding!"
Harry shook his head, "I have two hours!" He went to pick up his book when Hermione grabbed him, "Harry, please." Her eyes pleaded, "Just a few hours of no obsessing?"
Harry considered it, "Fine, but then you have you to help me." Hermione agreed with a nod of her head. Hermione finished fixing Harry's bow tie. "Hermione, there has to be a book." Hermione sighed, "Harry, I told you, Madam Pince told me that the last book they had was burned in the seventies." Hermione laughed, "What do you want to go back and get it?" Harry's eyes opened wide. "Actually-""Harry, no. Don't be ridiculous."
Harry smiled, "Hermione, we could just drop in, get the book, and come back."
Hermione thought about it, "Yes, well we could…" Harry smiled wider, "Wonderful,how would we go about it?" Hermione nodded, "Yes, well, I would suggest time turner, but-"Before Hermione could finish a knock at the door came. Hermione walked over and opened it, Harry right behind her. When she flung the door open, wand at the ready, she saw a small boy with sandy brown hair and big brown eyes. "Can I help you?"
The boy nodded, giggling. "This is so weird." He squeaked. He looked about ten years old. Hermione smiled, "What is it?" The boy handed her a red velvet bag and a note. "Bye!" He said rushing off. He ran through the garden and Hermione saw a cloaked figure meet with him at the end, before she could catch them they disapparated.
Hermione closed the door, "That was quite odd." She said biting her lip. "That boy looked like he could have been your son." Hermione rolled her eyes. She opened the note and the handwriting looked quite familiar.
Dear, Hermione.
You know me very well. I'm doing this for the best. In the bag is something I kept to make your trip easier. Trust me, that spell you're thinking about, it's not comfortable. You're a smart girl, I know you are. You'll figure everything out.
P.s Now is a good time to leave. A good friend of 'ours' should be waiting for you at Godric's hollow.
Someone you can trust.
Hermione handed Harry the note and opened the bag, inside was a gleaming gold Time Turner. Hermione smiled at it, "I thought we destroyed the last of them?" Harry looked at it. "Maybe this 'someone we can trust' fellow had one." "What makes you so sure it's a man, and someone we can trust?" Harry shrugged, "We're not taking candy, what's the worst that can happen." Hermione shook her head.
"Listen, Hermione, I think we should leave now." Hermione shook her head, "Harry the wedding!" "So what it's not yours?" Hermione was glaring. "Let's ask Ron." Harry and Hermione found Ron in his bedroom having trouble with his own bow tie. "Honestly," Hermione laughed, "You're of age, use magic." Ron glared, "I've no idea what spell to use!" Hermione came over and fixed it for him.
Hermione told Ron about Harry's 'on a whim' adventure. "Awesome, when can we leave?" Hermione was a bit upset that Ron was so happy about it. "Now, Harry wants to leave now." Ron looked confused. "Bill is going to be so mad; I was supposed to walk Fluer's sister down the aisle." Hermione shook her head, "Ron, you can stay, we won't be gone for more than a few hours." "But I want to go!" "It's your brother's wedding, stay; I'll bring you something back." She patted him on the head like a child. Ron smiled, "Right, in case this is dangerous." He kissed her on the cheek. "Just incase!"
Hermione blushed, "Of course." Harry pulled at Hermione's sleeve. "I'll see you in a few hours." She waved at Ron. Harry and Hermione didn't pack or get ready for anything. They merely changed into muggle clothing and made their journey to Godric's hollow, thanks to the helpful portkey network.
When they arrived it was a muggle neighborhood. Matching houses lined down a street.
They walked a block down and saw an empty patch between the houses, the grass looked dead and burned and there was rubble around it. "That's odd," Hermione said looked at the empty space. "This is obviously my parents' house, or was." Harry sighed.
Hermione nodded, "Yes, but isn't odd that the muggles don't pay attention." Hermione moved closed now on the dead grass. "It's a huge empty space; the spell was taken off, obviously, because we can see it." Harry shook his head, "Actually, Hermione," Harry inclined his head at the woman passing by, she was strolling a carriage, "I think perhaps it's still invisible to muggles." Hermione nodded. "Yes, you might be right."
The woman continued on, not even looking at Harry or Hermione. Hermione was about to say something when a woman walked up behind them. She was in her thirties and had long black hair. She had perfectly shaped blue almond eyes and a very delicate looking face. Her hair was down to her waist and blue and red shined from the tips of it. She smiled at them and shook her head.Her figure was shown in a pair of muggle jeans and a button down blouse. "Hi, I'm Jade." She said extending her hand. Hermione looked at her oddly, "I'm Hermione Granger. " Jade laughed lightly, "I know." She took her hand back.
Jade shook her head again, "When I heard I was going to meet Hermione and Harry at Godric's hollow, I thought it very much differently. "Jade smiled at Harry as if she were looking at a baby photo of one of her children. "Hello, Harry." Harry just smiled at her in a fearful kind of way. "Right," Jade shook her head once more, "I have something for you two." She pulled a note out of her pocket. "It's from… It's from a good friend of mine." She laughed again.
"Excuse me, Ms. Jade, who are you and what is this all about?" Hermione asked.
Jade smiled wider, "I would have thought someone as clever as you Hermione would have realized it all by now." Hermione took the note and Jade waved at them, "I must be going." With a pop she was gone.