Finding Potter

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Lord of the Darkness Ronald H. Weasley ran a hand through his bright red hair and grinned at the distorted reflection of himself in the broken mirror.

"Seven years of bad luck, tsk, tsk," he chuckled lightly to himself. He had already had his seven years of bad luck. His years at Hogwarts fighting Voldemort and working for Potter's Light Army. He grimaced as he remembered his "friends", the Hero of the Wizarding World, and his Mudblood bookworm. He shuddered, and not from the cold.

In any event there was nothing to stop him now. In his hand he held the iridescent diamond that pulsated with a purple and green color. Within were the powers of Dumbledore, Riddle, and Potter. Perhaps he should not have killed his two mentors, but even powerless they would be a threat to his superior plan of ruling every world, Wizard and Muggle.

As his mind drifted to the powers of the third great wizard enshrouded in the crystal, Ron's lips went into a tense line. Why couldn't he have killed his one-time "friend"? He shook his head. There had been no one there to see. They were all alone in the hills of Russia, wands drawn, pointed at the other, both ready to perform the Killing Curse if necessary. And then...silence. Both sorcerers, one Light, one Dark. Neither raised their wand for hours. Finally Ron realized that something was blocking him from killing Harry and performed the Power Grabber Curse. While he hadn't murdered Harry Potter as he had to Dumbledore and Voldemort, he had we he came for.

And no one had heard of Harry James Potter since.

Ron's grin got wider.

Hermione Granger watched in awe at the old man as he worked on the tin-colored DeLeoran. Occasionally he shouted orders to his young assistant...friend? Hermione wasn't exactly sure what his job was, but he seemed pretty good with tools. Hermione had helped out occasionally, but Harry's reply to her letter was tugging at the back of her mind. As an immediate result, she really wasn't much help.

She had resolved to find Harry Potter, but resolving to find somebody and actually doing it was a lot harder then she'd expected. One, she didn't even know where Harry was, and that spell definitely needed a wand. That would mean a trip to Diagon Alley to purchase a new wand. That wasn't exactly hard per say, but it was a matter of pride. She sighed. What was more important to her, Harry or her pride. Hermione wrinkled her brow, sometimes she really hated the intellectual side of her.

And then there was getting to wherever Harry was. That in itself might prove impossible. Hermione had never learned how to Apparate or Disapparate. Well, actually she had, but she had never passed the test. She failed only a day before the Death Eaters had attacked. Just the thought of that attack made her shiver. Desperately, she tried to remove the images of the people she knew best falling over dead. Lupin, Sirius, Snape, McGonagall, Neville Longbotton; who had grown to be quite an excellent sorcerer, Parvati Patil, Lavander Brown, Draco Malfoy, and Ginny Weasley; who Hermione had promised would be maid-of-honor at her wedding.

"Are you all right Miss Granger?" the white-haired old man said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. Hermione closed her eyes and opened them again, she nodded.

"Yes, thank you. I'm just-" her voice faltered for a second, "Thinking. About the past."

The Doc nodded sympathetically, "Did you lose a loved one?"

Hermione thought carefully, had she? Harry, Ron, Dumbledore, Ginny. Especially Harry. But while, Dumbledore and Ginny were gone, Harry and Ron weren't. She then remembered her thoughts from yesterday, 'Harry and Ron were as good as dead, if they weren't already'.

Marty McFly dusted off his hands and called over to the Doc, "Okay, I've fixed the gorbintor on the Mr. Fusion? Now what?"

The Doc looked irritably at Marty in a way that sadly reminded Hermione of Professor McGonagall, "Hold on for a minute Marty-" Suddenly, the Doc froze, "Did you say 'gorbintor'?"

"Yeah," Marty nodded as he walked over where Hermione and the Doc were standing.

"Run!" bellowed the Doc, and Hermione was quickly grabbed by the Doc and Marty as they ran out the entrance to the garage and dove for the back lawn. For a few tense seconds, Hermione laid there flat on her stomach, then lifted her head to look around. She hoped she hadn't just been taken in, she always had hated being the center of practical jokes.

Suddenly a had grabbed her by the back of the head, and shoved her face into the soil. Hermione was about to turn and tell the person off when Marty whispered urgently, "Stay down, when the Doc says 'Run', he means-"

A huge explosion drowned out the last part of what Marty had been saying and Hermione felt debris rain down on her. It wasn't that painful as none of the pieces with sharp edges struck her skin, it wasn't the most pleasant experience she had ever had. When it was finally over, she turned around and looked at her garage. Or rather what had been her garage. The roof had been completely blown off in the blast and parts of the walls had rather large holes in them.

Hermione vaguely heard the sounds of Emment Brown telling off Marty, but she just stared in mute shock at the garage. On top of all of her other troubles, she now had this. Why couldn't she ever have a normal life. Hermione Elizabeth Granger was always either fighting off Evil, or having her garage roof blown off by some old Muggle and his teenage friend. She blinked and shook her head, hoping when she'd open them and the garage would be there intact.

"Hey Miss Granger. Miss Granger. Miss Granger!"

Hermione became aware of a tapping on her shoulder, and wheeled around to face Marty McFly face-to face. She must have been wearing a McGonagall look herself, because the eighteen-year old cowered and moved back.

"Yes?" she answered crisply.

"Well, uh," Marty scratched his neck nervously, "Your a witch, right? So you can fix this right?"

Hermione felt her blood boil, she wanted nothing more the to yell at the kid. To herself, she began counting to ten backwards to calm herself down. After all, what would yelling at him accomplish? And yes, if she had her wand she could have fixed the roof. Especially since she lived in such a small town it was more of a village, not that many people would be around to notice. But she didn't have her wand, and ergo it was impossible.

"No," she said, trying to control her voice, "I can't."

With that, she marched into the house.

After Hermione had left, Marty looked hesitantly at the Doc, "Well, I, um, guess I should check on the DeLorean. You think it'll be all right.

Doc Brown nodded, and Marty left, glad to be out of that awkward situation. As Marty left, the Doc walked into Hermione's house.

Hermione sat down on her bed completely unsure what to do. Her garage, and therefore probably her small convertible, were gone. She really didn't care much about the convertible or the garage, it was just that so much was happening at once. After awhile lost in thought, she heard a knock on the door. For a few seconds she wondered rather to just tell whoever it was, probably that git Marty, to leave. Eventually however she just and sighed and replied, "Come in."

The Doc walked in. Hermione raised her eyebrows, what was he going to say? Probably some stupid Muggle apology and promise to repay that would be forgotten. Instead he just looked out the window and asked her softly, "Who did you lose?"

For a moment Hermione wanted to say "None of your business," but then answered, "My two best friends, Ron and Harry. Harry was my boyfriend. Actually their still alive, but lost anyhow, I suppose. A lot of my teachers and other friends."

The Doc nodded, "I see. I'm really sorry about the garage. The cars should survive, but I might have to do some major repair on the Mr. Fusion. I just wish Marty wouldn't be so careless..."

Hermione nodded, and the Doc continued, "Anyway, I'm really sorry about your losses. I wish there was something that I could do."

Hermione looked up at Dr. Emment Brown, "Actually, there is."