Into the Past for the Future
Summery: Dumbledore's dead and Voldemort is in control. A small band of rebel's only hope for a better future lies in the past.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nuff said.
Kristin: I have no idea how I came up with this. Actually, I do, but it's embarrassing so I am not telling you.
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Chapter One
Flames danced around the smoldering remains of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Smoke billowed above the ruins of the once great building, mixing with the pure white clouds, until they became one and occupied the sky. Screams of innocent muggle-borns, some of the few still left on the planet, filled the ears of the cheering spectators. It had been three years to the day, nay the minute, since Voldemort had murdered Dumbledore and the wizarding world's biggest hope in one blow. Fudge, the fool, was forced to watch, and then he too was put to death. Voldemort chose to celebrate this terrible occasion by allowing his death eaters to destroy the abandoned school. The few witches and wizards that would still oppose him had long since fled underground or to the muggle world. Not that they were safer in the muggle world, mind you. The muggle world had become Voldemort's personal hunting grounds. Killing the defenseless humans, not that he would admit that they were human, had become his favorite pastime.
The only thing that was even close to being threatening to Voldemort was a small band of rebels. A muggle-born was their leader. Even Voldemort would admit that the mudblood was clever, but he was convinced that the Granger girl's cleverness would run out eventually. Nor was he worried about the group's tactical planner, the only Weasley still left living. The muggle lover would slip up sooner or later and then would both join the rest of the large deceased family. What he was more worried about was the small group's military leader. The one who actually led the attacks that Weasley concocted. The fearless boy, no, man for to call him anything else would be to slight him, was almost reckless in his determination to destroy the dark lord. Potter had always been a thorn in Voldemort's side. An annoying bug that would not die, no matter how many times he was squished. He was a human cockroach; his head could probably be cut off, and he would still stubbornly walk around for a few more days.
Voldemort pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind as he smiled cruelly at his followers. This was a happy day; it was not good to dwell on such insignificant matters at a time such as this. He reminded himself of where he was and what he had accomplished. Right now, he was sitting on a throne mounted on a stand in the middle of the Quidditch field. This was his party and it was no time for some scar faced child to invade his thoughts. Voldemort motioned to Wormtail, and the pathetic man pulled a bag from behind the throne. He drew the bag open, and tossed its contents down onto the field. Death eaters eagerly snatched up the expensive trinkets that floated down to them. Nobody noticed when a large black dog picked a timeturner off of the ground and then ran into the Forbidden forest.
*
Sirius Black apparated into the main meeting room of the rebel base. Hermione Granger, without whom the rebel group would just be a dream, was standing over a set of plans, completely engrossed in her work. Her bushy brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was clothed simply in a pair cut off khaki shorts and a white tee-shirt. Dressing as muggles made it easier to get supplies. If the death eaters thought that they weren't magical, then some of them would turn a blind eye to a few crates of missing food or clothing. Harry Potter was sprawled on the floor, slowly reading through a large stack of reports. Blue jeans and a large flannel shirt with the sleeve rolled up adorned his lean body.
"I see that almost all of us are here. Where is our wayward strategic mastermind? Rallying the troops?" The two twenty-three-year-olds looked up sharply at the aging man.
"I'm right here, you mutt." Dressed in torn, baggy blue jeans and a dark blue tank top, the last Weasley in a once large family entered the room. Ginny had grown into a sensible, no nonsense young woman, who was more mature than a twenty-two-year-old should have been. She had watched from inside of the closet in the Burrow as her entire family was murdered by Voldemort's lackeys. It had been Christmas, and she had been fourteen. She had long since grown out of her crush on Harry, now seeing him as the only brother she had left. "Did you get it?"
Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out the small hour glass. "Got it. Now, will you tell me what you wanted it for, oh genius of ours?" A major part of the group's security was built upon the need to know logic. Those who went on a mission, like Sirius, were only told what they needed to know to get it done. Any extra information could jeopardize the group if the rebel on the mission was caught. Ginny smiled and snatched the rare magical piece out of her friend and comrade's hand. Sirius sat down in a chair and muttered about insane geniuses. As much as he teased the youngest member of the groups' leaders, there was always a hint of truth behind his words. Ginny had quickly shown herself to be invaluable when it came to devising battle plans, which was something that even Hermione had trouble doing. Harry carried the plans out. Hermione made sure that they all stayed alive, fed, clothed, and well supplied with new battle spells that she was an expert at inventing. It had been Hermione who had found, and then cleared out, the underground caverns where they held their headquarters.
Ginny motioned for Harry to join her. "Do you remember everything that I told you?" He nodded, and took the timeturner from Ginny.
"I'll be careful. I promise." He hugged her, and with a small nod to Hermione and Sirius, slipped the chain around his neck, and began to turn the hourglass. With a small 'pop' he disappeared. Sirius jumped to his feet, crossed the room, and grabbed Ginny by the shoulders.
"What do you think your doing, you idiot? Where did you send him?" Hermione pulled the frantic Sirius away from Ginny.
"I sent him about one hundred years into the past," Ginny said. "When Hermione was clearing out the back caverns, she found some amazing records of spells. She also found the journal of the woman who wrote the spells. She might be able to help us. Whether she helps us or not, Harry will come back. You have nothing to worry about." Sirius glared at the red haired girl.
"What do you propose we do until he comes back," he snarled angrily. Ginny turned from the angry wizard and began to study the paper that Hermione had abandoned. Hermione placed a comforting hand on Sirius' forearm.
"Pray that when Harry comes back, that he brings help with him."
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Kristin: What do you think? Should I continue?
Summery: Dumbledore's dead and Voldemort is in control. A small band of rebel's only hope for a better future lies in the past.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nuff said.
Kristin: I have no idea how I came up with this. Actually, I do, but it's embarrassing so I am not telling you.
***
Chapter One
Flames danced around the smoldering remains of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Smoke billowed above the ruins of the once great building, mixing with the pure white clouds, until they became one and occupied the sky. Screams of innocent muggle-borns, some of the few still left on the planet, filled the ears of the cheering spectators. It had been three years to the day, nay the minute, since Voldemort had murdered Dumbledore and the wizarding world's biggest hope in one blow. Fudge, the fool, was forced to watch, and then he too was put to death. Voldemort chose to celebrate this terrible occasion by allowing his death eaters to destroy the abandoned school. The few witches and wizards that would still oppose him had long since fled underground or to the muggle world. Not that they were safer in the muggle world, mind you. The muggle world had become Voldemort's personal hunting grounds. Killing the defenseless humans, not that he would admit that they were human, had become his favorite pastime.
The only thing that was even close to being threatening to Voldemort was a small band of rebels. A muggle-born was their leader. Even Voldemort would admit that the mudblood was clever, but he was convinced that the Granger girl's cleverness would run out eventually. Nor was he worried about the group's tactical planner, the only Weasley still left living. The muggle lover would slip up sooner or later and then would both join the rest of the large deceased family. What he was more worried about was the small group's military leader. The one who actually led the attacks that Weasley concocted. The fearless boy, no, man for to call him anything else would be to slight him, was almost reckless in his determination to destroy the dark lord. Potter had always been a thorn in Voldemort's side. An annoying bug that would not die, no matter how many times he was squished. He was a human cockroach; his head could probably be cut off, and he would still stubbornly walk around for a few more days.
Voldemort pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind as he smiled cruelly at his followers. This was a happy day; it was not good to dwell on such insignificant matters at a time such as this. He reminded himself of where he was and what he had accomplished. Right now, he was sitting on a throne mounted on a stand in the middle of the Quidditch field. This was his party and it was no time for some scar faced child to invade his thoughts. Voldemort motioned to Wormtail, and the pathetic man pulled a bag from behind the throne. He drew the bag open, and tossed its contents down onto the field. Death eaters eagerly snatched up the expensive trinkets that floated down to them. Nobody noticed when a large black dog picked a timeturner off of the ground and then ran into the Forbidden forest.
*
Sirius Black apparated into the main meeting room of the rebel base. Hermione Granger, without whom the rebel group would just be a dream, was standing over a set of plans, completely engrossed in her work. Her bushy brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was clothed simply in a pair cut off khaki shorts and a white tee-shirt. Dressing as muggles made it easier to get supplies. If the death eaters thought that they weren't magical, then some of them would turn a blind eye to a few crates of missing food or clothing. Harry Potter was sprawled on the floor, slowly reading through a large stack of reports. Blue jeans and a large flannel shirt with the sleeve rolled up adorned his lean body.
"I see that almost all of us are here. Where is our wayward strategic mastermind? Rallying the troops?" The two twenty-three-year-olds looked up sharply at the aging man.
"I'm right here, you mutt." Dressed in torn, baggy blue jeans and a dark blue tank top, the last Weasley in a once large family entered the room. Ginny had grown into a sensible, no nonsense young woman, who was more mature than a twenty-two-year-old should have been. She had watched from inside of the closet in the Burrow as her entire family was murdered by Voldemort's lackeys. It had been Christmas, and she had been fourteen. She had long since grown out of her crush on Harry, now seeing him as the only brother she had left. "Did you get it?"
Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out the small hour glass. "Got it. Now, will you tell me what you wanted it for, oh genius of ours?" A major part of the group's security was built upon the need to know logic. Those who went on a mission, like Sirius, were only told what they needed to know to get it done. Any extra information could jeopardize the group if the rebel on the mission was caught. Ginny smiled and snatched the rare magical piece out of her friend and comrade's hand. Sirius sat down in a chair and muttered about insane geniuses. As much as he teased the youngest member of the groups' leaders, there was always a hint of truth behind his words. Ginny had quickly shown herself to be invaluable when it came to devising battle plans, which was something that even Hermione had trouble doing. Harry carried the plans out. Hermione made sure that they all stayed alive, fed, clothed, and well supplied with new battle spells that she was an expert at inventing. It had been Hermione who had found, and then cleared out, the underground caverns where they held their headquarters.
Ginny motioned for Harry to join her. "Do you remember everything that I told you?" He nodded, and took the timeturner from Ginny.
"I'll be careful. I promise." He hugged her, and with a small nod to Hermione and Sirius, slipped the chain around his neck, and began to turn the hourglass. With a small 'pop' he disappeared. Sirius jumped to his feet, crossed the room, and grabbed Ginny by the shoulders.
"What do you think your doing, you idiot? Where did you send him?" Hermione pulled the frantic Sirius away from Ginny.
"I sent him about one hundred years into the past," Ginny said. "When Hermione was clearing out the back caverns, she found some amazing records of spells. She also found the journal of the woman who wrote the spells. She might be able to help us. Whether she helps us or not, Harry will come back. You have nothing to worry about." Sirius glared at the red haired girl.
"What do you propose we do until he comes back," he snarled angrily. Ginny turned from the angry wizard and began to study the paper that Hermione had abandoned. Hermione placed a comforting hand on Sirius' forearm.
"Pray that when Harry comes back, that he brings help with him."
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Kristin: What do you think? Should I continue?