Since several people said that I should continue, I figured I'd do it. Sorry that it took so long.

Thanks to: lalalala^^, Lisa, Desdemona, RadientMoonWolf, Lucy, Hannah Abby, Azul - aka - Wise One, and whoever reviewed anonymously.





Lost in Time



By Silver Wolf





Hogwarts, 1997

Hermione and Ron had followed McGonagall to Dumbledore's office, told him what had happened, and now the three of them were following him to the Hospital Wing.

It was a silent trip, each of them having different ideas on what had happened to Harry in the first place.

Ron had thought that Harry had left for his own protection, as well as the protection of the castle. With him there it had been more of a target, but when he had gone the Death Eaters and Voldemort had lain off the castle a bit.

A lot of people had thought, and still thought, that Harry had been kidnapped or killed by Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

No one knew what Dumbledore thought. Hermione and Ron had speculated on whether or not he knew, or if he thought that Harry was dead.

Sirius had never told them what he thought, neither had Remus.

But Hermione had thought that Remus knew more than he was letting on, or perhaps even knew where Harry was. Whatever he knew, he wasn't telling, not even to Dumbledore.

They had searched, spent hours on end in the library, but had never found even a clue.

And after four months they pretty much gave up, at least publicly.

But Hermione and Ron never gave up, and still spent at least five hours a week in the library, and on Hogsmeade weekends they even searched any shop with books.

Yet they still hadn't found even a clue.

And now Harry had reappeared, hopefully with a full explanation of where he had been and why he'd been there in the first place.

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When they got to the Hospital Wing, Harry was laying on the bed staring at the calendar, looking rather confused.

Dumbledore approached the bed, the other three behind him still.

"Harry?" the headmaster said softly.

He looked up, seeming even more confused. "Professor? What am I doing in here? What happened?"

He frowned. "We were hoping you could tell us."

"The last thing I remember is sitting by the lake....but that day was fourteen months ago according to this calendar. Is it right?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I am afraid so, Harry. Can you remember nothing?"

Harry shook his head, and appeared to be thinking hard, before shaking his head again.

Dumbledore sighed. "Professor McGonagall and myself will leave the three of you to talk, then."

The two of them left, and Hermione and Ron moved tentatively closer.

"Hey Ron, 'Mione. How've you been?"

Hermione burst into tears and flung herself at him, sobbing unrestrainedly into his shoulder. He looked over her head to Ron.

"Hey Harry. We've been good. You?"

Harry grinned amusedly. "All right, I think. I don't feel too dead, at least."

Ron smiled slightly, then came over and hugged Harry around Hermione. "It's good to have you back, mate."

"It's good to be back, Ron."

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Three days later, Harry had begun to settle back into life at Hogwarts. Well, he'd taken the first step, being allowed to leave the Hospital Wing. He was still confined to Gryffindor Tower, however.

Dumbledore had made an announcement the day before at breakfast, saying that Harry was back and not to pester him about where he'd been.

After several conversations, Dumbledore had finally accepted that Harry wasn't able to provide an answer as to what had happened.

That was the only true bit. Harry honestly had no idea how it had happened. Not how he'd 'disappeared', that he really didn't remember much of.

How he'd come back, that was yet another mystery. One minute he'd been tripping over a stuffed toy belonging to one of his best friend's children, the next he was laying on the ground by the Hogwarts Lake.

He had recognized Hermione and Ron running towards him, and cast a quick glamour charm over himself before passing out.

He had later taken it off in front of a mirror to check on what he had suspected, proving himself right.

Harry had come back to what was now the present time in his twenty-five year old body.





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