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(Just kidding)

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Present

Harry and Dumbledore stood in a dungeon room that had once hosted Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday party. A musty spellbook stood before them.

"Uh, sir?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Are you sure I can't just use a Time Turner to relive the days while I create something to turn back years? After all, Hermione used it to be in three places at once. If she can disobey the law, why can't I?" Harry knew he sounded whiny, but he was nervous. The two people he cared about most were in trouble. Ron had to be saved from murder, and Hermione...

Harry's fists clenched. They'd run into Miss Riddle on their way down. He couldn't call her Hermione. She wasn't the girl who was his best friend. Hermione wouldn't stick a foot out to trip him as he passed, or whisper "Potty, what's the matter? Clumsy?" when he tried to get up.

"The law was passed after your third year, Harry. Now, I understand you are nervous. A lot rides on your shoulders. But I have faith that you can do it."

"Sir!" They heard footsteps running toward them. "Headmaster!"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Sir, Professor McGonagall just vanished, and Professor Trelawney just tried to murder a student!"

"Wait here, Harry!" Dumbledore called over his shoulder as he hurried off. "I'll deal with this and return!"

Harry sat, wrapping his robes about him. Things were getting worse. He had to fix this. Soon.

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April 17, 1987

Wormtail whistled as he entered Merzim's Magical Baby Apparel and Accessories. Hermione was turning into a beautiful baby. If only her father would actually take care of her...

He focused on other matters. Lord Voldemort had recruited more followers lately, including a Hogwarts teacher. Sybil Trelawney may not be a good seer, but she made an excellent spy. Now Voldemort had two at Hogwarts, and could stay well informed of Dumbledore's activities.

As for his own activities, Wormtail was eagerly reporting information he learned from the Potters, enabling Death Eaters to find some who had gone into hiding. The number of Mudblood wizards was going down each month, as Death Eaters performed their duties.

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Present Day

Dumbledore hurried beside Professor Vector as they headed for Snape's office.

"How did this happen, Sinyra?" he panted. (A/N: Was a Vector a guy or girl? I really don't remember, and I can't find it in the books, though I thought it said.)

"I think Professor Trelawney has decided to work for the Dark Lord. As for Professor McGonagall.... I don't know. Fortunately, she vanished while conversing with me over house points, and not in front of the students."

"I see. It has happened again."

"Sir?"

"Oh. Never mind, Sinyra. Just know that I've already begun work on the problem of Professor McGonagall's disappearance. A similar event recently occurred."

They reached Vector's office. From within, they could hear loud sobs. Dumbledore entered, Vector following behind him. Then Dumbledore turned.

"I'm sorry, Sinyra, but I must ask you to step outside." The Arithmancy mistress didn't appear happy, but she left the room. Dumbledore turned to face Trelawney, who stopped her fake sobs immediately.

"Now, Sybil, perhaps you can explain to me what this is all about."

Professor Trelawney laughed. "Old fool, don't you know? I simply got tired of having to teach the Mudbloods."

"May I ask when you entered Voldemort's service?"

"April of '87, although I don't see how that can help you. Don't you want to call Fudge and have him take me away?"

"Yes, I believe I will. I have no further questions." Dumbledore sighed as he exited the room. Voldemort's dealings in the past were becoming quite extensive. He didn't know why Harry hadn't been killed yet, but the boy had a heavy burden on his shoulders. There was no one else who could possibly face Voldemort. Dumbledore would, but he knew he was growing too old; he could feel it.

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Draco Malfoy was worried. And angered. His father had disappeared--that was the cause of his worry. The cause of his anger was slightly more intricate: It took the form of the sharp-tongued Hermione Riddle.

She was smart, more intelligent that anyone else in the school. She was pretty, though not stunningly so. It was just the way her hair caught the light, and her smile...Smiles came to Hermione Riddle rarely, something Draco wished wasn't so. He knew her father, the Dark Lord, ignored her and that was another reason for his anger. She was so fascinating, so powerful...How could anyone ignore her?

But her father did. Draco decided this was the reason she turned him down so often. She didn't trust men; that had to be it. After all, he was everything a girl could want. And he would prove it to her.

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Harry was very nervous by the time Dumbledore returned. He tried not to let it enter his voice as he asked, "Voldemort?"

Dumbledore nodded. "He's changing the timeline even more."

"Then why do we remember?"

"Our own timelines haven't been tampered with, Harry. But I have a feeling they soon will be. And we will have to delay our spell another night, for we will surely be interrupted again if we continue."

He walked over to a wall, tapped it twice, and a cubbyhole opened. "We will store the book here."

Harry shook his head as he followed Dumbledore out of the dungeons. It was all too confusing at the moment. He hoped that he'd figure it out before he had to fix things. Otherwise, he might just make it worse.

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A/N: Finally! I got my computer to cooperate enough for another chapter! Yay!