Finding Potter
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Hermione grinned as she stirred the pot gently with the wooden spoon. The last time she had made a good Vertiaserum was in her sixth year, when every one thought Harry had tried to kill Colin and Dennis Creevey. Dumbledore had figured the only thing that he could do was to break a few laws and allow a student to brew a Truth Potion.
Nearly done, Hermi? Harry asked from the table.
Hermione grinned as she heard the sweet voice of her fiance, Almost Harry. It's hard enough to conjure up lacesod, and I'm just a bit out of practice.
Harry laughed, If I could, I'd help you Mio, but I really can't.
Hermione returned, Did I tell you about calling me that in seventh year?
Never do it again,
Hermione grinned, but as she turned around her face contorted into a scary - looking McGongall look. Marty took a step backwards and tripped over a nearby chair, then abruptly fell over on the tile. Hermione was unable to contain her laughter and erupted into one of the longest laughing fits she'd had since in fifth year when Ron and tried to go out for Keeper. Harry grinned at Hermione's uproarious laughter, and in his own time was sniggering as well.
Well, Miss Granger, the Doc said as he crossed his arms and grinned , I can plainly and easily see that you're feeling just a tad better.
Hermione laughed and dipped the oak spoon into the potion and took a small sip.
All right, she blinked a bit, Harry's it's not too strong, because I know where I am, and under Vertiaserum I'm not supposed to be.
Harry suddenly grinned and smiled, 'Mione, do you love me?
Of course! Yes, Harry, why would you think otherwise?
Well, being that you're under some Vertiaserum, I might as well quail my last few fears about getting married, Harry said and looked a bit sheepish.
Hermione shook her head and cautiously took the steaming pot of Truth Potion over to the table, and gently poured some of it into a glass, and she offered it to Blaise Zabini.
Naturally, Zabini shook her head and managed to croak out,
Hermione sighed and pulled her new wand out and pointed at Zabini's chest, All right, Stupefy!
And with that Blaise's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slumped over.
Hermione said quickly, Get me a soup spoon please, so that I can Miss Zabini here.
Marty nodded, fetched the said spoon and tossed it at Hermione Elizabeth Granger. She caught it easily and almost, although it seemed impossible that Hermione could be described as such, athlethically. She then pried open Blaise's mouth and forced a few spoonfuls down her throat, flinching more than occaisionally as she breathed the toxic breath of Blaise Zabini
Okay, now, Hermione started as she again placed her wand at Zabini, Ennervate!"
Slowly, Zabini's blue eyes flicked open and she looked dazedly at Hermione.
Miss Zabini, Hermione began diplomatically, Why did you try to kill Harry James Potter?
Zabini grinned and answered in a dream-like state, Well, Lord Weasley is afraid that if Harry and Hermione have a child, that child's powers will be greater then his own and that simply, he will fall. He dispatched me and Quinn Quirrell, ( Harry exclaimed.) to kill Hermione Granger or Harry Potter.
Where is the Dark Lord now?
The Dark Lord has not been born yet, as it is 1985.
Marty stifiled a laugh, and settled for a quick smile.
Hermione sighed deeply, In the time and place we just were, where is Ronald Harold Weasley?
Blaise blinked and coughed, All right, he is living at the home of Professor McGonagall.
McGonagall's alive? Hermione allowed excitement and a lack of logic to creep into her voice. even if Minerva was involved with Dark Forces, the fact that she might be alive...
No, he is living at her house in Hogsmeade, Zabini paused and pursed her lips, What's left of it anyway.
Hermione sighed and tried another line of questioning, Where's Quirell?
Quinn or his father?
Quinn Quirell.
Quinn is dead. I killed him because he failed to defeat Hermione Granger when she rescued Martin Edward McFly.
I see, Hermione said, feeling a bit remorseful that her actions had resulted in a death, I'm sorry.
I would have killed him anyway, and probably more painfully if I suceeded. The fool git.
Hermione said a bit stunned, All right, then. How heavily is Ron's place guarded.
Blaise Zabini answered the question rather easily.
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Lord Weasley sighed, Give it to me straight Pansy.
Pansy Parkinson sat in front of her master, Yes, Lord of All Darkness.
Ron grinned, I like that term, Pansy.
Pansy blushed, Yes milord. In any event, we cannot locate Potter, Granger, or Zabini as of yet. We have almost no idea where they are at the moment, but we have found two space-time continual distortions. We feel that it is quite possible that Potter and Granger left through usage of a Time-Turner.
Lord Weasley turned slowly, looking at Pansy with a vengeful gleam in his eye, Then you know what to do, correct?
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Everybody tied in safely? Doc Brown asked as he revved the DeLorean.
Hermione nodded, she was a bit squashed up near Harry, but it wasn't as if she minded.
All right, Harry said, clearing his throat as best as he could, as he still hadn't completely found his voice yet, You sure we're headed for the right house?
Hermione nodded, Positive Harry... her voice trailed off, When my parents were killed by Lord Voldemort, I stayed in Minerva's house.
Harry nodded grimly, his face set, and his jaw taut, Let's rock n' roll.
The Doc punched the accelerator, revved the engine, and swerved out of the parking lot. As the DeLorean began racing its way up to eighty-eight miles per hour, Marty turned to Harry, Don't you feel bad about lieaving that Blazed girl in a room hanging by her ankles from the ceiling?
Hermione and Harry laughed, Of course not.
The DeLorean sped down the neighborhood street...85...86...87...88...89...
Great Scott! the Doc cried out, throwing his hands in the air.
Marty gulped, What's up Doc?
90...91...92...93...
It's past eighty-eight, won't warp...and the brakes are out!
94...95...96...97...98...
This model DeLorean isn't meant for this kind of stress! Hermione trilled above the roaring engine.
99...100...101...102...
The Doc fiddled with the dashboard and wheel, It won't work!
103...104...105...106...
Hermione took a deep breath and concentrated deeply, holding her wand and mumbling under her breath.
Doc! Watch out for that wall!
The Doc watched, but there was nothing he could do.
The DeLorean crashed into the concrete wall at a speed of 110 miles per hour, causing the rupture of nearby human ear drums.
The car exploded, parts of it flung into the air, and the rest of it vaporized on impact.
Watching through his crystal ball, Lord Weasley plucked a red hair out of his head and placed it in his Pensieve.
This is something I'd like to remember.