A/N: I actually took charge with this chapter a bit! I leave most of the writing to Kate, but I really wanted to write for Arthur Weasley. Hopefully, you like it! Let us know by leaving a review :) - Sarah

Chapter 3

In an instant, Draco knew exactly where they had apparated to. He had learned to dread the insane amount of sunlight, fresh smell of pie, and tall grasses tickling his legs. Why did Hermione take us here? Draco thought, rolling his eyes. In the distance was the sight of a compact house, teetering on a hill.

Hermione knew that Draco hated the Weasley family, why did she have to bring him along?

"I know what you're thinking," Hermione's voice said beside Draco, "why did I bring you along?" Draco kept quiet with a noticeable scowl on his face.

"The reason is because Mr. Weasley is very knowledgeable about the affairs of the ministry, at least concerning specific dates."

"I thought he was muggle-obsessed, now you're saying he's a walking calendar?" Draco had never taken Mr. Weasley to be capable of anything important, especially remembering dates relating to anything revolving around his family.

"He's a lot more than that," Hermione defended, "he's actually quite intelligent if you ever actually sat down and had a conversation with him."

Hermione started walking to the door and Draco reluctantly followed, but making sure to keep a safe distance from the strange house. Hermione had started to knock when it swung open. Arthur Weasley was standing there with a big smile on his face.

"Did you know that muggles created this little, circular glass hole on the door that allows you to see outside your door without opening it or looking through a window?!" Arthur exclaimed, "I believe the term used for it is 'peephole', which is a rather odd name, but a genius innovation!"

"How long have you been staring through it?" Draco asked, clearly unimpressed.

"Well, um, it looks like about an hour it seems. Wow, how time flies when you're having fun!" Arthur gushed. "Now how can I help you two?"

Hermione spoke up, "We had a question about a Ministry date."

Arthur lit up, "You came to just the right person then." Arthur glanced behind him at the stairs. "Is it okay if you two wait out here while I grab my journal with the dates? Ron is home currently, and er, I don't think he's a big fan of Mr. Malfoy."

Draco sneered at the mention of Ron's name. Thankfully Hermione didn't notice, she never understood why Ron and Draco couldn't just be civil to one another.

"That's fine Mr. Weasley," Hermione reassured him, "It's really no problem at all." Her and Draco shared a look.

Arthur turned into his house and rushed up the staircase. Draco tapped his foot impatiently, his action making little sound against the soft grass. Several minutes went by with various crashes coming from higher sections of their house. He could Arthur muttering, with the occasional 'where is that darn thing?'

His eyes shifted over to Hermione, who at this point, started to look a little impatient herself.

Suddenly there was a loud clatter from the floor above, noticeably louder than the ones before, and Draco saw Arthur hobble down the stairs holding stacks of leather journals.

"My goodness," Arthur said, stumbling toward them, "these took much longer to find than I thought they would."

"It was no problem." Hermione grabbed some of the journals to prevent him from falling over.

"Now," Arthur said, straightening out his robes, "what is the event that you want the date of?"

"When was the last time the Black Family Curse prophecy was recorded to be in the Department of Mysteries?" Draco asked.

"Oh dear," Arthur said shifting uncomfortably, "I don't like to be messed up in all that crazy Black family drama," He glanced at Draco realizing that he probably would take that as an insult to his mother. "Er, I think you two can find it in one of these journals, I better be going."

Arthur started walking away when Draco called after him, "Why are you leaving? You don't have anything more important to do."

Arthur paused and turned, looking like a deer in headlights.

"It wouldn't hurt to have a little bit of help." Hermione chimed in, showcasing a small smile.

"I-I suppose I have some time." Arthur offered a nervous smile and picked up a leather journal.

A couple of hours had passed, and none of them had found anything. Draco was seriously starting to doubt the authenticity of the journals. In a specifically unusual journal, it had marked the birth of Cornelius Fudge's first shoe shining as the Minister of Magic. He knew Hermione loved reading, but he doubts that even she could find this work enjoyable. Draco could've sworn he fell asleep halfway through the 1931-1956 journal without knowing it.

After scanning a particularly short journal, Draco realized that Hermione had started to help Arthur pack up the journals.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you, Hermione," Arthur expressed.

"It's fine," Hermione gave him a warm smile.

Arthur returned the smile and walked up the stairs carrying the box.

"Can we go now?" Draco almost pleaded.

"Fine," Hermione relented. Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and they disapparated.

Draco and Hermione apparated back to the Manor, the past few hours of their lives wasted from reading some dusty old journals.

Draco found his parents sitting at the dinner table. He hadn't realized it had been dinnertime already. Draco walked up and sat down, sitting Hermione in the seat next to him.

"Draco," Lucius said with a fake smile, "how wonderful of you to join us."

"Mother," Draco insisted, "when was the last time you remembered seeing the prophecy?"

"Draco," Narcissa said confused, "why…"

"When?" Draco interrupted.

"That is no tone to talk to your mother with, Draco," Lucius warned, raising his glass to his lips.

"Pardon me, if I want to know whether I am in mortal danger," Draco explained, raising his voice.

"You're scared," Narcissa said in a hushed voice, "the last time I remember hearing it was in 1978, before Lucius and I dated." She paused, "I know your plan Draco, but let me advise you that only Hermione can go back in time to retrieve the prophecy, she has no family who were wizards back in that day and would not be recognized, as you would."

Draco looked as if he was about to retort, but kept his mouth shut and nodded.

"Go to the Department of Mysteries, Hermione will know where the time turner is." Narcissa finished her food and took her plate to the kitchen.

Draco got up out of his seat and Hermione followed, but Lucius stopped Draco with his cane.

"Be careful, you'll never know what you will find in the past."

Draco didn't understand his father's warning, wondering if he could possibly be withholding information from them. He put this thought aside and disapparated to the Ministry of Magic.