Finding Potter
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"Not bad," Hermione murmured to herself as she looked at her "refinished" garage.
"I should say so, Miss Granger," Doc Brown said with quick nod as he walked up to her, "Are you certain that no one will know you performed magic?"
Hermione shrugged, "It's possible a neighbor may have seen it when they drove by, but it's still reasonably early in the morning. It's also a small town. Hamlet really, so I doubt too many people would know. The houses are pretty far apart in this region."
"Yeah," Marty broke in incredulously as he joined them, " But if they saw it, and they come back your garage all new and everything, won't they suspect something?"
Hermione sighed, "No, Marty. If you drove by and saw a garage destroyed and came back and it was fixed what would you expect?"
"Yeah, but it's still morning. We came back from Diagon Alley only a second after we left. What if somebody left, and then came back quickly? Like, they forgot something?"
Hermione clenched her teeth, I thought I always was the annoying analytical one.
"I don't know Marty. OK? I'll admit that." If Ron was here he would have had a field day with that one, Hermione thought sadly.
The Doc cleared his throat, "All right, Miss Granger. You said that you needed a wand for a spell to found out were Harry was, am I correct?"
Hermione nodded and pulled out her wand. She took a deep breath, Okay, here goes..."Locai Harry Potter!"
The wand shot out of Hermione's hand and began turning into letters in front of her eyes. Behind her, she heard Marty cry out with shock, but Doc just muttered to himself "Fascinating..."
HARRY POTTER IS ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF SHKOD
"Alocai," Hermione muttered, and the letters converged back into her wand, which flew easily back into her hand.
"Whoa," Marty said shaking his head, "That's heavy."
The Doc nodded, "Indeed. I believe we all know what to do now Miss Granger."
Hermione Elizabeth Granger nodded.
In the Forbidden Forest outside of what was once Hogwarts, and was now nothing more then a desolate land, still showing scars of the battle that had taken place so long ago. You could see the stone ruins of the great castle where for a thousand years the best witches and wizards in the world were trained and schooled. A little farther out, near the burned out remains of the old gamekeeper's hut was where many members of the Light Army had been buried in a common grave. The Death Eaters who had died were burned by those who survived the attack. Mostly residents from Hogsmeade. For some strange reason, after devastating the Lights, Lord Voldemort withdrew and hadn't been seen since. There was one person who knew why, and he had returned. For a reason.
"Do you know why we are meeting here?" he intoned, his cold blue eyes surveying the black-robed crowd with what anyone could see as malice.
The Death Eaters were silent. Everyone of them had heard what had happened to Goyle when had only made a move in front of their Master.
"Well?" Weasley roared, "Do you?"
One of the Death Eaters, Zablini, Ron remembered hesitantly moved.
"Yes, Zablini?" Ron barked.
Blaise Zablini cowered, "Er, my Lord. Well. No, we do not."
"YOU DON'T KNOW?" the red hair that matched the Dark Lord's temper waved around as he moved violently towards Zablini until they were face-to-face.
"F-Forgive me, my Lord," Blaise said meekly.
"Do you expect me to forgive you? Have I ever forgiven anyone? DID I EVER FORGIVE POTTER AND SNAPE FOR LETTING MY BROTHERS DIE? ANSWER ME, ZABLINI?"
"No, of course not. My Lord," Zablini added hesitantly.
"Good. I will not forgive Zablini, you may hope that I forget," Ron said crisply. Zablini nodded.
"Now," Ron said, walking back to his position in front of the Death Eaters, "Nobody knows why we are here."
Hesitantly, the assembled group of Dark soldiers shook their heads.
"Well do you want me to tell you?" Ron enjoyed having power over people, being able to lead them on and strike fear into their hearts. It was a power he had never experienced at Hogwarts when Potter and the Mudblood had soaked up most of the popularity. Scarhead Potter for his so-called "bravery", and the Mudblood Gangly for her smarts. Ronald Weasley had been an outsider, a normal guy with no money and big family, but no more. He had power, his own and those of three other wizards with the Crystal. One day the name "Ron Weasley" would be as feared as that of Lord Voldemort.
"Because Hermione Granger is searching for Harry Potter."
A few Death Eaters made confused noises, but a glare from Ron silenced them, "As you should know, Harry James Potter also known as the Boy-Who-Lived, and Scarhead Potty," a few Death eaters chuckled but again Ron's look shut them up, "Is powerless. Why?" Ron dug into his midnight black robes and pulled out the Crystal still pulsating with a green-purple light, "His powers are tucked away in here, along with those of Albus Dumbledore and Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as Lord Voldemort, your former Master.
"Hermione Elizabeth Granger is a Mudblood, but for some godforsaken reason is by far the most powerful witch in the world. Among other things, her wand tastes have matured, which is as you know something only the more powerful of all witches attain. She also trying to find Potter. Doing this could be the derailment of the entire plan.
"I know that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger are in love. Sickening though that thought is, we cannot let it happen! If they have children their child could be not just mine but your downfall as well!"
The Death Eaters shifted uncomfortably.
"That's right. We'll all be dead! And so we must kill at least one of them. I couldn't kill Potter, all I know is that's he's somewhere in Albania. But we can and will murder Granger.
"There are going to try to find Potter on the outskirts of a city in northern Albania...Shokadoris or something like that. She is travelling with two Muggle trash," he held up wizarding photographs of them he had taken looking into his crystal ball, "Martin Edward McFly, and Doctor Emment Brown.
"They should be reasonably easy to capture, so I'm going to send our two best hit wizards, Zablini and Quirell."
Blaise Zablini and Quinn Quirell looked around at the other Death Eaters, who parted to let them through. They tossed themselves at Ron's feet. Ron grinned, now this was the type of attention he deserved.
"Thank you my Lord. Thank you."
Lord Ronald Weasley just nodded, "If you screw up, you're dead.
Shkod
Hermione Granger looked around at her new surroundings, Shokod
She looked at the Doc who was absolutely engrossed in the city. He was watching a few businessman bantering in Albanian a few feet away with interest.
"You can speak Albanian?" she asked with interest.
"Oh yes," the Doc replied, "Along with German, French, Italian, Japanese, and a few Chinese dialects."
"Ahhh," Hermione answered. She turned away, "Hey, where's Marty?"
"Marty?" the Doc said wheeling around, "Marty? Great Scott, he's gone!"
Hermione groaned.
Quinn Quirrel scratched his shoulder.
"Stop it," Zablini hissed, as they walked down the Albanian street.
"Muggle clothes itch," Quirrel complained.
"Shut up," Blaise snapped, "Are you going to try and live up to your father's name or not?"
Quirell hung his head a little and fumbled in his jeans pocket for his wand.
"Git!" Blaise said, "You'll attract attention!"
"Zablini, shut up, Muggles don't expect other Muggles to walk stiffly through life."
"Look," Zablini poked Quirrel nonchalantly in the side, "Isn't that one of the Muggles we're supposed to look for."
"Kill," corrected Quirrel.
"No, you git. Remember what our Lord said? Kill Granger!"
"You know," Quirrel said, trying to stand up to Zablini, "Muggles do notice people saying that their going to kill other people."
"Oh shut your face, there he goes let trail him, maybe he'll lead us to Granger."
Quirrel nodded, that was one thing he couldn't argue with.
"Why is going so fast?" Quinn wondered aloud.
Marty felt a rush of wind on his face as he zoomed through the Albanian streets. This skateboard was a steal, well coming from that store, it probably was, but no matter. At least the Doc had fortified them with some Albanian cash from his briefcase filled with money from all ages. He had to find the Doc and Hermio-Miss Granger, he corrected himself, he shook a little as he thought of the look she'd given him. He hoped Jennifer never developed that...
Well, maybe Miss Granger could put a charm on the skateboard...you know make it fly or something. It certainly would make it easier to find that Harry...Potman was it? guy. No, Potter, yeah, that was it. Wonder he looked like. Miss Granger never had described him. He waved at few natives, as he took a turn, and came up in a dark looking alley that he certainly did not recognize.
Uh oh, this was heavy.
"Where could he have gone?" Hermione asked the Doc as he ran down the streets.
"Anywhere," the Doc answered back, flustered, "See if there's any casinos or the like filled in this region. At least he can only change future history this way..."
Hermione nodded, "You take this side of the street, I'll take the other!"
Doc Brown nodded, he wondered what his young associate had gotten into...
Hermione came upon a seedy looking store advertising American Rollerblades and skateboards. The shop looked like something from a Hooverville back in the American Depression. Hermione looked at the rest of the city and compared it to the store. Nothing like it. The place probably would never survive an audit.
Well, might as well check it out anyway. She walked in. It was rather dark, and Hermione wrapped her hand around her wand in her pocket.
"Hello?" she called out uncertainly.
"Whadda want?" a voice called from the shadows.
"You speak English?"
"What do you think?" the man replied, "I answered you in English What are you a Brit or something? You got an accent."
Hermione wrinkled her brow, this guy's an American, she thought. With that accent, there was no doubt...
"Can you-well, turn on the lights?"
"Oh sure," the proprietor said, and he walked to the wall behind him and flipped a switch. Light flooded the room. Hermione looked at the fat, ugly man behind the counter. She walked up to him and swallowed.
"Have you seen a kid, eighteen, brown hair, American, about so high?" she used her hands to demonstrate how tall Marty was.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I'm his...er, cousin," Oh, how original, Hermione, "And his, erm," she bit her lips, "Parents told me to take could care of him. Uh, so have you seen him?"
"Depends."
Hermione gritted her teeth, Fine, she thought to herself, I know it's illegal, but for Harry..., she pulled out her wand and pointed it at his throat.
"Oh, yeah, what are you going to do with that stick?"
"Expelliarmus!" she bellowed, and the owner fell back into the wall with a loud crash.
"He-he, went, thataway," the proprietor said shakily.
"Thank you," Hermione said courteously, then she pointed the wand at the fearful owner again and muttered, "Obilviate!"
"Thank you for doing business with me, ma'am," the man said, as Hermione E. Granger ran out the door thinking one thought, Did I just do that?
Quinn was puffing noticeably, but the more athletic Blaise Zablini was having no problem keeping about twenty feet behind Marty as he hooked a sharp right turn.
As they came around the corner, Quirrel wondered what had happened to "being inconspicuous"...
Thankfully, Blaise stopped as they entered a dark looking alley. After all it was what...evening? late afternoon? in this part of the world at the moment. A dark alley shouldn't have stopped him...
Then he saw Marty McFly had stopped as well.
"Now what," he whispered to Blaise.
"Shut up, fool, we need to get back on the Dark Lord's good side, and screwing up won't do that."
"You mean you-" but he was cut off by Blaise.
"Did you bring the Veritaserum?"
Quinn's eyes went wide, he had...
"Forgot again?" Zablini sighed, "Quinn, you can't do anything but shoot a curse well, can you? Can't you think?"
Quirrell was about to reply when Blaise cut him off, "OK, let's go. Hit him."
Quinn nodded, pointed his wand at Marty back and yelled, "Refrigio!"
Freezing Charm.
Marty felt a cold chill come over his body. Probably from being in the dark...
He decided to keep moving...might as well turn around. Ask for directions or something. But he couldn't move!
"OK," Zablini said, "Let's go get him before the charm runs out."
Quinn nodded, and they rushed over to the Frozen Marty McFly.
"Unfreeze him now, you bloody git," Blaise said as they came to Marty, still as a statue.
Quinn nodded, "Arefriga!"
"All right, are you Marty McFly?"
Marty was dumbstruck, "How do you know my name?"
Blaise grinned showing some rather pointy looking teeth, and he ran a hand through his blond hair, "Well, that answers that. Where's Granger?"
Marty didn't know what to say, where these like henchmen for that Lord Moldevort guy? This was heavy.
"Who are you?"
Blaise pointed her wand at Marty, "All right you...Imperio!"
Marty McFly felt a strange unearthly calm. Everything was so peaceful...he felt so serene. His problems just drifted off his mind. He found that he no longer cared who these people were.
"Tell me where Hermione Granger is," Blaise's voice echoed in his mind. Of course he would tell this nice lady where Miss Granger was in fact, why that was her running right now...
"Right behind you."