Finding Potter

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"Diagonally," Marty McFly said, bemused, "Are all wizard places play-on-words like that?"

Hermione Granger shook her head, "No, really just Diagon Alley."

Marty nodded and continued banging the door of the DeLorean. After the explosion that had blown the roof off Hermione's garage, the DeLorean had appeared to be all right, but the door hinges had been broken. Had Hermione still had her wand she probably could do it, but without it she couldn't. She was, however, able to undent the car in a few places.

"There," Marty said with satisfaction, "Finished it. Hey Doc! The doors bolted in!"

Emment Brown looked up from the old garbage he was stuffing into the DeLorean, "Excellent!" After adding another old cardboard box to the Mr. Fusion, the Doc walked over, "Now can we fly to Diagonally Alley in the DeLorean?"

"I dunno really, you can enter through the Leaky Cauldron, Floo powder, or Apparating...flying to the Leaky Cauldron might alert the Muggles...although we could..."

"Hey Doc," Marty broke in, "You can set the destination on the DeLorean, correct?"

Doc Brown's eyes widened as he realized that Marty was indeed right. After the original DeLorean had been destroyed, and the Doc had decided to return to the present to live in Hill Valley with Carla and the kids, she had convinced him to build another DeLorean time machine that would be easier to utilize then the steam-powered train he had built. Along with other new features the Doc had included a BC-AD adapter allowing for time travel to any time until the Big Bang, and he had also made it possible to choose your destination.

"You mean we can just tell the time machine to go to Diagon Alley?" Hermione asked wide-eyed, "But wouldn't that also destroy the fabric of time?"

The Doc sighed, "Of course not Miss Granger, because if we tell the machine to arrive at the exact moment that we leave then we won't see each other and cause a time paradox."

*Diagon Alley*

Padma Macmillian cried out in alarm. A large grey Muggle car had just come out of nowhere, nearly mowing down several innocent witches and wizards, emitted three sonic booms, and came to an abrupt stop right in front of her. Padma dropped her bags, which were full of wizarding beauty supplies, and they crashed into the ground. Padma could not think of any way to Apparate an entire car anywhere. This must be one of Arthur Weasley's attempts to improve Muggle transportation...

The doors then opened up like wings, and a crazed looking old man with stark white hair walked out of one side, out of the other one, a handsome young brown-haired boy appeared. Out of the door the boy came out, a chesnut-haired, brown-eyed, beautiful women walked out, in fact she looked rather like...

"Hermione!" Lavender exclaimed.

Hermione Granger whipped around, she had heard that voice always talking about how good-looking Harry was during Charms in fifth year, "Padma Patil?"

Padma grinned, "Padma Macmillian."

Hermione ran over to Padma and gave her a hug, "You got married?"

Padma nodded, "Hermione, where have you been?"

Hermione looked over at the DeLorean, were the Doc and Marty were looking confused. She smiled slightly, and then remembered what Padma had asked, "Well, after everyone died, I had to escape Padma. There was no where else to go. You weren't in the Army so you weren't in as much danger..."

Padma nodded and her eyes clouded over, "Lav died."

Hermione nodded, unable to find words.

Padma choked back her tears and tried to smile, "So, what brings you back to the wizarding world."

Hermione looked down, she couldn't tell Padma, she had always seemed a little spacey at Hogwarts...,"Oh, I just need a knew wand."

Padma raised an eyebrow, "Right. And why are a seventy-year old geezer and a teenager escorting you in a Muggle car?"

"Oh, well," Hermione was unsure what to say, "Um, they work for the Ministry." Ingenious Hermione, her mind told her, Now what happens if Padma starts asking questions?

Padma grinned, "You're a bad liar Hermione, who are they?"

"I can't tell," Hermione responded, Well that was truthful enough, wasn't it?

"Are you getting married to the younger one or something?" A smile played along Padma's lips.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right. That numbskull nearly killed us all."

"Sure," Padma said with an evil gleam in her eye, "Well, have fun?"

And with that Padma Macmillian walked off. Hermione snorted with disgust, Padma always had a tendency for matchmaking, but this was too far. The last person Hermione was interested in as a boyfriend was Marty McFly!

"Who was that?" the Doc asked, obviously puzzled.

"Just a friend from school."

Doc Brown nodded, "Now what do we do?"

"I need a wand," Hermione replied.

Marty looked at her in confusion, "You a witch, don't you have a wand?"

"I did," Hermione responded coldly, "But when you've seen your friends die and you need to go into hiding, you get rid of everything magic you have."

Marty nodded, a little shaken by Hermione's tone.

The Doc, realizing the awkwardness of the moment, suggested that they head over to wherever Hermione needed to by a wand.

Both Marty and Hermione agreed, and Hermione led the two Muggles into Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Mr. Ollivander, who looked the same as always, was bending over a wand that was charred black and broken in six places.

Without looking up Mr. Ollivander began speaking, "Miss Granger, it was six and a half inches, yew, with a core of unicorn hair, I believe?"

Marty and the Doc were immediately shaken, but Hermione who had gotten to know Mr. Ollivander during her time in Light Army simply answered, "Yes."

As he pulled out a box of Spellaglue, Ollivander continued to speak, still not making eye contact with anybody, "And I believe that you brought two Muggles here, why?"

Hermione grinned as she saw Marty's expression, he seemed to be in complete fear of the man working in front of them.

"They're working with me on a project."

Mr. Ollivander nodded and finished Spellagluing the wand, "Still won't work right, but each to his own," he muttered. Finally he looked up. After walking over and shaking hands with everyone, he immediately pulled down a wand, "Eight inches, balsa wood, unicorn hair. It's pretty close to your old wand."

Hermione had barely touched the wand, when he pulled it out of her hand, "Try this one, you'll get close results to your old one: fourteen inches, yew, phoenix feather."

Hermione grabbed it, "Go on," urged Ollivander, "Wave it around a bit."

Hermione did, and a huge clap of thunder shook the room, and red and gold sparks flew out of the wand.

"Excellent!" Ollivander said, "Your wand tastes have grown up! This occasionally happens to the best witches. For some odd reason wizards never do."

Marty was a little bit shocked, "Does that always happen when someone finds a match?"

"Not always," Ollivander said shaking his head, "Why ten years ago Pansy Parkinson's shot out fire. Bill Weasley's shot out ice cubes. Colin Creevey's made a big flash. Now, I suggest that you hurry along, yes, hurry along. It was good to see you again Miss Granger."

Hermione nodded and led them outside.

As soon as they stepped into the broad daylight, Marty shivered, "Is that guy a mind reader?"

Hermione laughed, "I've never asked him, he has a great memory?"

Marty nodded and looked back at Ollivander's and noticed the sign "OLLIVANDER'S, SINCE 982 A.D."

"Is he immortal or something?"

Hermione shrugged, "I doubt it, witches and wizards do die. Except if you have the Philosopher's Stone, which gives out the Elixir of Life, but that was destroyed a decade ago."

Marty, who had absolutely no idea what she had just said, nodded.

"What's next Miss Granger?" The Doc asked

"Well that part's really simple, we'll have to go back to my house though. I need to fix the garage before people think I was killed..."

Smash! The crystal ball went flying into a nearby wall. The Death Eater in front of him cowered.

The Lord of All Darkness stared at the Death Eater, "Did you just move?"

The Death Eater looked frightened, "Uh, well, no, er, I-"

"Goyle! DID-YOU-MOVE?"

"Yes, milord," Goyle looked down and squinted his eyes preparing for what was coming. He had been given the Cruitatus Curse only once before, and it had been agony. Perhaps the Dark Lord would not hold him under it for too long...

"Goyle," Ron Weasley said quietly, "Look me in the eye."

Nervously, Goyle did so.

"You know I have no use for someone who does not respect me," he continued as he pulled out his wand.

Goyle's eyes widened, he wasn't going to...

"Avada Kedavra!"

As Goyle's body crumpled to the floor, Ron turned his attention away from the idiot. He had been looking for an excuse to kill him for almost ten years. His eyes stopped on the crystal ball which had shown him exactly what he feared, the Mudblood bookworm attempting to find her dear beloved.

"Well," he said softly as he twirled his wand in his hands, "We can't have that can we?"