HP and the TT
Chapter 2: Devising the plan
Disclaimer: see previous chapter
A/N: WILL be H/H in future chaps!
Harry, Ron, and Hermione found an empty compartment on the train, made sure no one was in earshot, namely Draco Malfoy and started up their plan again. Hermione buried her nose in a copy of Time Travel: Getting There On Time, and Ron and Harry talked excitedly.
"I was wondering when we'd get into complicated stuff like this," Ron said, biting the head off of a Chocolate Frog.
Hermione looked up and grinned at Harry, he grinned back.
"Oh yea, you two are veterans now, huh?" Ron mumbled. "Filthy stinking Pettigrew and my bloody leg…"
"What card is it?" Harry asked Ron, pointing to the chocolate frog wrapper. He still had a little collection going.
Ron nearly choked on his chocolate as he turned the card over. "It's Dumbledore!!"
Hermione closed her book with a snap, and demanded "Where?!"
Harry walked over to Ron and peered at the card. Dumbledore had a stern expression on his face and was waving his finger at them in a disapproving manner.
"You don't think… that he knows, do you?" Ron asked nervously.
Harry raked a hand through his hair. Dumbledore seemed to know everything about everybody. He opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione got there first.
"Oh really, Ron," she started. "Don't be so paranoid."
"I'M being paranoid?!" he asked, turning the card over and shoving it in her face.
"Yes, well…" she said after a few minutes of staring at it. "All pictures move." But she bit her bottom lip and threw the card back towards Ron.
Harry felt the train slowing down. They had reached Hogsmeade station and would be at Hogwarts within the hour. He smiled. This was going to be the best year he ever had.
It was two days later when Hermione had found what she was looking for. The three were sitting in the crowded common room, working on their homework when she had let out a squeal. "I FOUND IT!"
Harry and Ron, plus the other Gryffindors looked up.
"Uh, nothing to see here," Ron said. "Go back to your lives, citizens."
Harry grabbed Hermione and Ron and drug them into the corridor. "We need some place private."
Hermione stuck her quill in the book to mark her page and looked up at him. "I think I know just the place. Come on."
Harry and Ron followed her out of the portrait hole and up a few set of stairs. Soon they were in front of a door they hadn't been to since their second year- Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"What are we doing here?" Ron asked. "Ginny still has nightmares of this place."
Inside the bathroom was a hidden entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. Harry remembered everything clearly that happened with Tom Riddle, who was a sixteen year old Voldemort, saved in his diary.
"It's the most secret place I can think of," Hermione said. "Unless, you want to go to the library."
"Here's fine," Ron said, pushing open the door.
The trio entered into the bathroom. They heard splashing around in a nearby stall and knew that Myrtle was busy making a mess.
"Whose there?" came a soggy voice.
The three looked into her stall.
"Hi, Myrtle," Harry said.
Myrtle gushed and turned around. "Harry!" she looked back to the three of them, her glasses sliding off of her face. "I thought you forgot about me."
Hermione took a step closer. "Hey, How's the toilets been? I was going to bring you an air freshener, but…"
"SO IGNORANT, just because you can SMELL!" Myrtle shouted.
"We… we didn't mean to upset you," Harry said quickly. "Uhm… we just needed a quiet place, a uhm… a secret place."
Myrtle pushed her glasses back on her nose. "Oh?"
"Yeah, we…" Hermione started, but Ron clasped a hand over her mouth. "Excuse us," he said to Myrtle.
"I hate secrets!" she moaned.
They ignored her.
"What's the big idea, Ron?" Hermione hissed.
"We can't just go blurt it out to her," Ron snapped. "Harry, I think she's sweet on you… do you think you could… you know?" he made hand gestures.
"She's dead!" Harry whispered.
"Ron's right," Hermione said. "Go put on your charm, Harry, you can do it!"
"If she lets it slip…" Ron said. "We'll all be out of here faster than you can say Time Turner."
"Oh, al right," Harry moaned. He broke away from the two and walked over to Myrtle. He flashed her a grin. "Myrtle, did I ever tell you how those glasses hide your beautiful eyes?"
Myrtle eyed him suspiciously, but giggled. "Really?"
Harry nodded. "I bet it gets lonely in here, all alone."
Myrtle nodded. "Sure does."
"Well, the three of us will be paying you lots of company if you can keep this secret for me," He flashed her another heart-flattering grin.
"What kind of secret?" Myrtle asked.
"Well, we're going to be doing some time travel," Harry said. "And if you can keep this secret for me, I'd be very, very greatful." He reached out and put an arm around her slightly visible shoulders. He had a severe instinct to jerk away from the gut wrenching cold, but managed to keep his arm there.
"He's amazing," Ron whispered to Hermione.
"More than amazing," Hermione said with a smile.
"So, do you think you can keep this secret for me?" Harry asked.
Myrtle's transparent face went red. "Yeah…"
"Great," Harry said. "Knew I could count on you."
Myrtle blushed deeper. "I'll be in my toilet," she said and dove in with a splash.
Harry sprinted back over to Hermione and Ron.
"Bloody brilliant!" Ron bellowed.
"Way to go, Harry," Hermione smiled.
"Okay," Harry said. "We need a plan about how we're going to go about this."
"Well, I'm sending us there the morning of the day in question."
"Great," Ron said. "We can just grab Sirius and keep him in hiding."
"Yeah, after he gets over the you know, initial shock." Harry said.
Hermione nodded. "Yes. And no matter how much we want to, remember, we can't let our younger selves see us."
"What will happen?" Harry asked. "You never told me."
"It's… it's not pleasant." Hermione said. "I don't think I could tell you."
"Fair enough," Ron said. "Let's go!"
"Are we ready?" Harry asked her, eyeing the small hour glass.
Hermione checked the page of Time Travel: Getting There On Time and nodded. "Yeah." She looped the gold chain around Ron and Harry. "Ready?"
"As a heart attack," Ron said and closed his eyes.
Harry gave another look around. "Yeah, okay."
"Here goes," Hermione said. She put the book in Moaning Myrtle's stall. Then she gave the hourglass fifty-five precise shakes. There was a blinding white light and the three of them disappeared.
End of chapt 2!! Review, review!
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