A/N: OK, guys, I screwed up again. I mentioned that Dumbledore was
Transfiguration then DADA professor, but he was just Transfiguration. For
anyone who hasn't figured it out and is struggling to remember the aliases,
the actors and actress that play Harry, Ron, and Hermione are named,
respectively, Daniel, Rupert, and Emma. Hope that helps!
Draco walked through the caverns, and came across a teen, watching as Dumbledore and Grindelwald faced off. "What are you doing?" he asked, demanding an answer.
"Quiet you ninny," the boy said. "They are dueling."
"How dare you call me a ninny! State your name!" Draco demanded, angered.
"I am Tom Riddle, Grindelwald's apprentice."
"Lord Voldemort?" Draco asked. When Riddle's eyes narrowed, Draco saw this as his chance to procure his family. "I apologize for my tongue, Lord. Remember now and always that the Malfoy family will support you in your quest."
"Malfoy? Hmmm... I'll keep that in mind. Now, would you like to watch old Dumb-ledore be defeated?"
Draco grinned sadistically and took his place along the wall to watch.
Grindelwald cast the first curse, "Wingardium Leviosa!" Dumbledore felt his feet leave the ground. He was spun around and tossed like a rag doll to the floor.
"Impedimenta!" Dumbledore shouted. It caused every motion of Grindelwald's to become much slower.
Grindelwald furrowed his brow in anger and decided to pull out all the stops. "Crucio!" he called, his words slowing down as well. Dumbledore easily dodged the curse, and shouted his own. "Locomotor Mortis!" Grindelwald's legs became locked together, and he could not walk. He lost his balance and fell onto his back.
Tom Riddle became outraged and called "Serpensortia!" as a large snake slithered from the end of his wand. He started teasing the snake, telling it to go after Dumbledore, with his rare gift of Parceltongue, which allowed him to speak to snakes.
Harry looked up from Hermione and saw the snake slithering toward Albus and started speaking to the snake, calmly and kindly. Somehow he managed to lead the snake away from Dumbledore and toward Grindelwald. No matter how hard he tried, the snake's hunger was greater than Harry's determination, and Grindelwald was crushed by the snake.
"Accio!" Dumbledore called, seeing a thin gold chain around Grindelwald's neck. He caught the Time Turner and pocketed it before the snake swallowed Grindelwald whole.
Behind the corner, Tom Riddle became outraged. "Dumbledore! I swear to the Dark Arts themselves that you will pay for that! You will feel the pain of losing someone dear to you as you have done to me!"
Dumbledore looked at the boy and saw the seventh year head boy and prefect, Tom Riddle. Suddenly everything seemed to make sense. Albus was the only teacher who did not practically worship the brilliant student, mostly because of Tom's own attitude toward Dumbledore. He watched as Tom ran through the caves. Harry spotted Draco as he turned to follow, but he called out "Stupefy!" and stunned him.
"How is she?" Dumbledore asked Harry.
"I don't know. She isn't breathing."
"Come on, we must get her back to our headquarters," he said softly. Tom Riddle's threat shook Albus to the core as the only person he could possibly mean was Minerva. Harry lifted Hermione in his arms and Dumbledore hovered Draco along in front of them.
The four of them arrived in France to see Ron and Minerva waiting impatiently. Minerva rushed to Albus, but he put his hand up. "Not now, Minerva."
"But-" she protested. She looked to Harry, and found sympathy in his deep green eyes, but no answers. He didn't know exactly what was happening, but was much more involved with getting Hermione some help than he was with Dumbledore and McGonagall's love lives.
"We must get back to Hogwarts immediately. I have important business to settle and we must see Emma treated immediately." Albus limped wearily away from her and arranged for a Portkey to take them back to Hogwarts.
Once Hermione was in the custody of the school nurse and Albus' wounds were healed, Albus left Harry to watch over Hermione as he spoke to Minerva.
"Albus, I'm so glad you're safe," Minerva started as they walked through the corridors toward his chambers.
"My dear, must we go on with this charade?" Albus asked, stopping in a common hallway.
"What- What are you talking about, Albus?" Minerva asked, slightly confused.
"Oh dear, I thought you could tell the whole time..." he said casually, pretending to become lost in his thoughts. He was steeling himself for the moment when he would break her heart, but he knew he had to to keep her safe.
"Albus Dumbledore, stop talking this cryptic nonsense and tell me what you mean," she demanded.
"Please don't get mad at me, dearest Minerva, but I'm afraid I've deceived you." He started off with this, but that was all he had planned, so the rest he simply made up on the spot. "I saw you, one of the most brilliant students at Hogwarts, though you graduated two years before I began teaching, a strong, and strong-willed, witch, with tremendous animagus skill, but I was not as sure of your loyalties as I probably should have been. I knew I couldn't let Grindelwald have you on his side, so I acted as though I were in love with you to ensure that he would not be able to use you. Now that Grindelwald is dead, however, it seems I may have been wrong to doubt you all this time. I adore you as a colleague, but I'm afraid that I do not feel an inkling of romantic attraction for you," he explained, speaking slow, clear, and loud enough that any students walking by could hear. He knew that if Tom himself wasn't listening from behind a corner, then the news of their break-up would reach him anyway.
Minerva simply stared at Albus, her hands at her throat, eyes wide. "You... you..." she struggled to pull together some form of a full sentence before her anger filled her veins. "I don't know what's worse, that you doubted my loyalties, or that you led me to believe that you loved me. Well, Professor, I think the Wizarding Actor's Guild Award should go to you, because you did a bloody good job of it. I can't believe that you can stand her and claim that you feel nothing for me when only three nights ago you-" Dumbledore's hand gently closed over her mouth.
"Come now, Minerva, that is better off discussed behind closed doors, not in a hallway full of students," he said, his calm voice belying the red tinge gracing his cheeks.
"Behind closed doors indeed," Minerva continued. "Sure, you want your bedroom antics quiet, but don't have the slightest qualm about tearing my heart out in the open."
Albus furrowed his brow. He should have expected her to be so passionate about this, but for some reason he hadn't. His heart ached with every second that they continued, because every word that was spoken was like a drop of acid on the bond they shared. Every sentence pushed her farther from him. Then he reminded himself that it was for the better.
"Minerva, please. I was only doing what I thought was right. I don't want to lose such a wonderful friend over this."
"I think you should have thought about that earlier," she spat, turning on her heel to retire to her own chambers.
Albus sighed heavily and went back to the hospital wing. "You know, Daniel," he started, "sometimes to win, you've got to sacrifice, but how can you tell when the price is too great?"
"I don't know, sir," Harry replied, taking his gaze away from Hermione to look at him. His blue eyes looked tired and defeated, and the usual twinkle seemed extinguished.
"I can only hope that she will still seek me out as a friend," he sighed.
"I wouldn't worry, sir. I'm sure you can return to your friendship before too long. I'm sure that she looks up to you in adoration, even if she doesn't realize it."
"Here, I took this from Grindelwald's neck. I believe it once belongs to you and your friends," Albus said, pulling a thin gold chain from his pocket.
"But how-" Harry started, taking the Time Turner from him.
"There were far too many hints given in the course of our encounters, but I shall take your word on what you said about Minerva and I," he said, his eyes regaining just a bit of his old sparkle. "Good luck, Daniel," he finished before walking to his chambers.
Once Hermione had been awakened from the Bewitched Sleep that Grindelwald had placed on her, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the still stupefied Draco traveled back into the future until the instant that Draco had turned it to begin this whole mess.
Hermione called "Ennervate" to release Draco from the Stupefy curse. He glared at the trio and walked off proudly.
Hermione waved her wand and the disguises seemed to melt away.
Draco walked through the caverns, and came across a teen, watching as Dumbledore and Grindelwald faced off. "What are you doing?" he asked, demanding an answer.
"Quiet you ninny," the boy said. "They are dueling."
"How dare you call me a ninny! State your name!" Draco demanded, angered.
"I am Tom Riddle, Grindelwald's apprentice."
"Lord Voldemort?" Draco asked. When Riddle's eyes narrowed, Draco saw this as his chance to procure his family. "I apologize for my tongue, Lord. Remember now and always that the Malfoy family will support you in your quest."
"Malfoy? Hmmm... I'll keep that in mind. Now, would you like to watch old Dumb-ledore be defeated?"
Draco grinned sadistically and took his place along the wall to watch.
Grindelwald cast the first curse, "Wingardium Leviosa!" Dumbledore felt his feet leave the ground. He was spun around and tossed like a rag doll to the floor.
"Impedimenta!" Dumbledore shouted. It caused every motion of Grindelwald's to become much slower.
Grindelwald furrowed his brow in anger and decided to pull out all the stops. "Crucio!" he called, his words slowing down as well. Dumbledore easily dodged the curse, and shouted his own. "Locomotor Mortis!" Grindelwald's legs became locked together, and he could not walk. He lost his balance and fell onto his back.
Tom Riddle became outraged and called "Serpensortia!" as a large snake slithered from the end of his wand. He started teasing the snake, telling it to go after Dumbledore, with his rare gift of Parceltongue, which allowed him to speak to snakes.
Harry looked up from Hermione and saw the snake slithering toward Albus and started speaking to the snake, calmly and kindly. Somehow he managed to lead the snake away from Dumbledore and toward Grindelwald. No matter how hard he tried, the snake's hunger was greater than Harry's determination, and Grindelwald was crushed by the snake.
"Accio!" Dumbledore called, seeing a thin gold chain around Grindelwald's neck. He caught the Time Turner and pocketed it before the snake swallowed Grindelwald whole.
Behind the corner, Tom Riddle became outraged. "Dumbledore! I swear to the Dark Arts themselves that you will pay for that! You will feel the pain of losing someone dear to you as you have done to me!"
Dumbledore looked at the boy and saw the seventh year head boy and prefect, Tom Riddle. Suddenly everything seemed to make sense. Albus was the only teacher who did not practically worship the brilliant student, mostly because of Tom's own attitude toward Dumbledore. He watched as Tom ran through the caves. Harry spotted Draco as he turned to follow, but he called out "Stupefy!" and stunned him.
"How is she?" Dumbledore asked Harry.
"I don't know. She isn't breathing."
"Come on, we must get her back to our headquarters," he said softly. Tom Riddle's threat shook Albus to the core as the only person he could possibly mean was Minerva. Harry lifted Hermione in his arms and Dumbledore hovered Draco along in front of them.
The four of them arrived in France to see Ron and Minerva waiting impatiently. Minerva rushed to Albus, but he put his hand up. "Not now, Minerva."
"But-" she protested. She looked to Harry, and found sympathy in his deep green eyes, but no answers. He didn't know exactly what was happening, but was much more involved with getting Hermione some help than he was with Dumbledore and McGonagall's love lives.
"We must get back to Hogwarts immediately. I have important business to settle and we must see Emma treated immediately." Albus limped wearily away from her and arranged for a Portkey to take them back to Hogwarts.
Once Hermione was in the custody of the school nurse and Albus' wounds were healed, Albus left Harry to watch over Hermione as he spoke to Minerva.
"Albus, I'm so glad you're safe," Minerva started as they walked through the corridors toward his chambers.
"My dear, must we go on with this charade?" Albus asked, stopping in a common hallway.
"What- What are you talking about, Albus?" Minerva asked, slightly confused.
"Oh dear, I thought you could tell the whole time..." he said casually, pretending to become lost in his thoughts. He was steeling himself for the moment when he would break her heart, but he knew he had to to keep her safe.
"Albus Dumbledore, stop talking this cryptic nonsense and tell me what you mean," she demanded.
"Please don't get mad at me, dearest Minerva, but I'm afraid I've deceived you." He started off with this, but that was all he had planned, so the rest he simply made up on the spot. "I saw you, one of the most brilliant students at Hogwarts, though you graduated two years before I began teaching, a strong, and strong-willed, witch, with tremendous animagus skill, but I was not as sure of your loyalties as I probably should have been. I knew I couldn't let Grindelwald have you on his side, so I acted as though I were in love with you to ensure that he would not be able to use you. Now that Grindelwald is dead, however, it seems I may have been wrong to doubt you all this time. I adore you as a colleague, but I'm afraid that I do not feel an inkling of romantic attraction for you," he explained, speaking slow, clear, and loud enough that any students walking by could hear. He knew that if Tom himself wasn't listening from behind a corner, then the news of their break-up would reach him anyway.
Minerva simply stared at Albus, her hands at her throat, eyes wide. "You... you..." she struggled to pull together some form of a full sentence before her anger filled her veins. "I don't know what's worse, that you doubted my loyalties, or that you led me to believe that you loved me. Well, Professor, I think the Wizarding Actor's Guild Award should go to you, because you did a bloody good job of it. I can't believe that you can stand her and claim that you feel nothing for me when only three nights ago you-" Dumbledore's hand gently closed over her mouth.
"Come now, Minerva, that is better off discussed behind closed doors, not in a hallway full of students," he said, his calm voice belying the red tinge gracing his cheeks.
"Behind closed doors indeed," Minerva continued. "Sure, you want your bedroom antics quiet, but don't have the slightest qualm about tearing my heart out in the open."
Albus furrowed his brow. He should have expected her to be so passionate about this, but for some reason he hadn't. His heart ached with every second that they continued, because every word that was spoken was like a drop of acid on the bond they shared. Every sentence pushed her farther from him. Then he reminded himself that it was for the better.
"Minerva, please. I was only doing what I thought was right. I don't want to lose such a wonderful friend over this."
"I think you should have thought about that earlier," she spat, turning on her heel to retire to her own chambers.
Albus sighed heavily and went back to the hospital wing. "You know, Daniel," he started, "sometimes to win, you've got to sacrifice, but how can you tell when the price is too great?"
"I don't know, sir," Harry replied, taking his gaze away from Hermione to look at him. His blue eyes looked tired and defeated, and the usual twinkle seemed extinguished.
"I can only hope that she will still seek me out as a friend," he sighed.
"I wouldn't worry, sir. I'm sure you can return to your friendship before too long. I'm sure that she looks up to you in adoration, even if she doesn't realize it."
"Here, I took this from Grindelwald's neck. I believe it once belongs to you and your friends," Albus said, pulling a thin gold chain from his pocket.
"But how-" Harry started, taking the Time Turner from him.
"There were far too many hints given in the course of our encounters, but I shall take your word on what you said about Minerva and I," he said, his eyes regaining just a bit of his old sparkle. "Good luck, Daniel," he finished before walking to his chambers.
Once Hermione had been awakened from the Bewitched Sleep that Grindelwald had placed on her, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the still stupefied Draco traveled back into the future until the instant that Draco had turned it to begin this whole mess.
Hermione called "Ennervate" to release Draco from the Stupefy curse. He glared at the trio and walked off proudly.
Hermione waved her wand and the disguises seemed to melt away.