Finding Potter

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"Harry!" Hermione ran into Harry's welcoming arms. Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist hugging her as tightly to him as possible. Their lips met and memories from the seemingly distant past flooded into Harry's mind. The Doc and Marty pulled themselves up the face of the cliff, and both grinned at the sight of the lost loves seeing each other again.

"I suppose for once, time travel can bring a happy ending, Marty," the Doc said with a grin.

"Yup," Marty agreed, smiling broadly. Now maybe I can convince the Doc to let us use time travel to set everything right.

"Wrong."

The Doc turned around and gasped.

Marty froze as he remembered that voice, chills ran up and down his spine.

Harry and Hermione broke off their kiss, and wheeled around; wands raised.

And Blaise Zabini laughed at the chaos she had caused and gently landed the broom. Her wand was also extended, pointing straight at the heart of Harry James Potter.

"You're an agent for that Moldevort guy aren't you?" Marty cried out.

Blaise only laughed again.

"Voldemort is dead," Harry said quietly, and then to Zabini, "Ron sent you, didn't he?"


Blaise smirked, "You know I could kill you right now Potty?"

"Yes," Harry answered evenly, "But first, we duel."

"Harry, no!" Hermione cried out. No, I can't lose him again! No, no, never! Harry don't!

"Herm, I have to do this."

Hermione's mind raced furiously, No, you don't!, she nearly cried, but instead just pleaded, "Let me take your place!"

"No, Hermi, I have to do this."

Marty McFly looked at his surroundings. Blaise was laughing, Harry and Hermione wanting to sacrifice each other's lives for each other, the Doc deep in thought...Zabini about to raise her wand and kill Harry and Miss Granger. Wait!

Before he knew it, Marty was airborne. Everything seemed to go into slow motion, he didn't think we would get there in time. Zabini was crackling with laughter. He reached for her arm, she turned. "Why you little..."


Marty shoved her back using his weight to throw himself on her. He made a fist and pulled back. Aimed for her nose, contact! Blood spurted from her nostrils.

"Never," he yelled hitting her again, "Ever," again, "Hurt, my friends again!", and...

Harry grabbed Marty's arm.

"Calm down kid, you knocked her out. Good job."

Marty sighed and let his fist drop and got off of Blaise Zabini. Now that he thought about it she was rather good looking...bloodied up or not.


As Marty stood up, Harry knealt next to Blaise and felt for a pulse,

"All right she's alive," he said upon turning her over and finding no major injuries Harry stood up, and grinned at Hermione.


"Herm...there's a question I'd like to ask you," he said and walked over to her, "And maybe this isn't the best place to do it."

Oh great, Hermione thought, he's probably going to wonder why I'm traveling with Muggles and why I'm trying to find him...

To her surprise, Harry suddenly dropped down on one knee and grabbed Hermione's hand.

"Hermione Elizabeth Granger, I love you. I've missed you the last few years more then anyone could. They were so many times I wanted to leave and find you, but I didn't because I figured Ron would find us and kill you. Herm, the ring was destroyed in Hogwarts I'll bet, but I can get you a new one. Hermione will you marry me?"

Hermione was speechless to the say the least. She took a moment's pause to try to figure out exactly how she when going to say, "Yes."

Perfect, Harry thought, Smooth move Potter. She could be married already for cripes' sake. Or maybe she doesn't love you anymore, or...Herm! Say yes! Say yes!

"Harry," Hermione croaked out, "For the last few years every night I've dreamt of you. I never had another boyfriend, just because I knew how much I loved you, dead or alive. One of my most recurring dreams was of you asking me that question," she paused trying to stop tears from falling down her face, "And Harry: Yes, I'll marry you. I love you."


Harry felt like he was floating on air, before he knew it he was kissing Hermione's lips.

"I love you," Hermione whispered in his ear.

"I love you too," Harry whispered back.

When the now engaged couple was finished, Marty and the Doc looked towards Harry.

"So, what's next?"

"Now," Harry said, "We find Ron."

Hermione nodded.

"Are you sure this will work?" Harry inquired of Doc Brown as he begin revving up the DeLorean for the trip to Hill Valley, 1985. They figured there at least, it would be safest for them to set up a game plan, as it would be two years before Harry's birth in a remote California town.

The odds of Lord Weasley finding them here should be remote, Harry figured, especially since one Blaise Zabini had been bound and gagged after waking up. Miss Zabini currently resided in the trunk of the car where Hermione had placed an Airobreathe Spell so that she wouldn't die.


Still, Harry wanted to be certain. Who could blame him? He had spent the last two years of his life in an Albanian cave living off what he could steal.

"Yes Harry," Hermione said soothingly.

"Indubitably," echoed the Doc, "The DeLorean has been set to go to the Lone Pine Mall, Hill Valley, December 31, 1985."

"All right if your sur-"

Harry was cut off as the Doc suddenly gunned the motor and the Muggle car began speeding down the Albanian street and extremely high velocity. Harry caught sight of the speedometer, 85...86..87...88...

Three sonic booms pierced the ears of late-night shoppers leaving the Lone Pine Mall. Some people were terrified and ran to their cars and began driving away as quickly as they could. Others stood frozen, paralyzed by total fear. Even others ran down to were the silver DeLorean was speeding through the parking lot.

"Great Scott!" the Doc cried from the driver's seat, "We neglected to recall the chronological separation!"


"Translation?" Marty asked tersely as he watched people rushed towards the car.

"We forgot to figure out what time we'd be here!" Hermione yelled as the Doc turned the wheel of the car performing an excellent one-eighty turn and zooming the other direction. Frantically he altered the time settings and revved the car to eighty-eight miles an hour once again.

The second time the DeLorean rammed it's way out of the gateways of space-time the Lone Pine parking lot was empty, with good reason as Harry noticed the electronic clock read 3:14 AM.

The Doc let out a sigh of relief, "It's a good thing that the cops aren't here because of what we just did. It's quite possible a few more people now have faith in aliens."

Harry and Hermione laughed. It was something Harry hadn't done in a while and his throat felt rather sore as he did it, but hearing Hermione's musical laugh made him continue. He hadn't heard that in so long, and hearing it now made him realized how much he had missed her the past couple of years even more.

"All right," Brown continued, "We'll head on over to Marty's house since his parents are gone, and the police still won't let me enter the house after the napalm jelly incident."

Harry raised his eyebrows, but quickly Marty turned back in his seat, "Trust me, you don't want to know."

Hermione hoisted herself effortlessly into Marty's bedroom window and brushed herself off. She grimaced as she looked around the pig sty Marty McFly had made of his room and waited for Harry jump over the fence from the trash cans out front. How simple it was to break into Yankee homes!


When Harry came in her face broke into a smile and she hugged him around the neck. She was so glad to have Harry back! It was still hard to believe and she found herself trying to stay as close to him as possible.

When the Doc (who was carrying a more then slightly tired Blaise Zabini) and Marty came in and broke apart and held hands down the hallway to the kitchen. There they sat around the table, and there was an uneasy silence. Finally Harry broke it.

"I think you all heard me back in the cave, Voldemort's dead."

Marty interrupted, "That's how you say his name? Voldemort? I finally learn how to say it and the dude's dead!"

"Marty," it took one word and a McGonagallish stare from a soon to be Mrs. Hermione Potter to silence the young teenager.

Marty quickly set back down shaking, "Um yeah, err, um, go on Harrison."

Harry apparently chose to ignore Marty's mistake on his name, and went on, "So far as I can tell, after killing him Ron took over control of the Death Eaters. I don't really know where he is, and that where Miss Zabini comes in."

Blaise hardly had the strength to shake her head and whisper, "No, I'll never tell."

Harry looked into Hermione's chocolate brown eyes, "Herm, how good are you at conjuring the ingredients for a Truth Potion?"

After the Dark Lord had muttered a large list of highly unsuitable words he stared at Zack Macnair, "What-do-you-mean-we-can't-find-them?"

The young man, only about fifteen, cowered in front of Lord Weasley, "S-sir, our agents f-found Quinn's b-b-body last n-night...a broom was m-missing from Qual-qaulity Qui-quidditch Supplies, and w-we," at this point the young Death Eater's knees buckled and he writhed on the ground for a few seconds before gently standing up.

"Go on," Ron continued, continuing to grant his steely gaze on the youngster.

"W-well, the Portal h-had-"

"For cripes' sake!" Weasley bellowed, "Stop stuttering if you want to see the sun rise another day!"

"Y-yes," after another glare of the Lord of All Darkness, and he steadied himself speaking slowly so he wouldn't trip over a word, "Well...the...Portal...had...been...used. And...there's...no trace...of Zabini."


Ronald H. Weasley's face contorted into a scowl, he thought about murdering the boy, but decided against it, "Go away," he waved Zack off, who scurried away gratefully.

Now, for the first time in three years, Ron Weasley was on the defensive side, unsure of what to do.