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I've been forgetting to put disclaimers in, so I rememered for this chapter.
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Harry was now positive that the bridge had come for Ron. There was no other explanation. Harry knew he had to confess his suspicions to Hermione. She *was* the smart one--she'd know what to do.
Harry spotted his formerly bushy-haired friend relaxing in the common room. Fortunately, she was alone.
"Hermione?" he said, prodding her on the back.
Hermione jumped slightly, then turned in her seat to be face-to-face with Harry.
"What?"
"I was wondering," he asked, "If you'd like to take a walk."
Hermione's face lit up in a large, friendly smile. "Okay. Sounds good."
~~**~~
Hermione was thrilled that Harry had asked her for a walk. Now was her chance to find out how to get into Hogsmeade. She knew it had something to do with that grotesque witch statue, but she needed details. Details.
Hermione had bundled herself up into her brand new denim and faux fur jacket. It was a gift from her parents. Hermione loved it, because it was a Muggle creation, and nobody else at Hogwarts would have one.
Harry hadn't bothered to put on a coat, just wrapped his gold-and-crimson Gryffindor scarf around his neck.
"So where are we walking?" Hermione asked, as a conversation starter. Somehow she needed to mention Hogsmeade, then she'd go from there.
"Just around, I guess," Harry answered, nonchalantly.
"I see."
Hermione had found her opening line. She was going to say, "I'll bet Hogsmeade looks beautiful this time of year," but Harry beat her to it.
"Hermione," he started, "I have some bad news."
Hermione groaned. Half from missing her chance, and half from the bad news news.
"Oh?" she asked.
"I think," he said, "Well, I know, actually..."
"What is it? she prodded.
"The bridge came for Ron!" he blurted, "And I don't know if we can ever get back!"
Hermione had to grin.
"Really?" she asked, exuberantly, "You think we can stay?!?"
"Hermione!" he scolded, "We can't stay! I know you want to, but I can't. And if I go, I'm pretty sure you'd have to come, too."
"Oh," Hermione replied, crestfallen, "I guess I sort of knew that."
Harry nodded, sympathetically. He hated having to bring Hermione home, expecially when she was having such a great time with his mother, but it would be impossible for her to stay. It would be like his problem--her parents would never give birth to her, as she was already alive. The same age as them. It would screw up everything beautifully.
Hermione sighed. "I know I have to go back," she confessed, "But I don't want to! I don't care if it screws things up! I can't leave Lily, Myra and Callia! It's so unfair."
"I know," Harry comforted, "I know."
~~**~~
Harry and Hermione were taking the same route they had that fateful day. The Forest looked so peaceful, blanketed in snow, it was hard to believe the monsters that called it home. Hagrid's cabin had a layer of snow on the roof. Harry had always loved snow on roofs--how it was so flat and everything. Smoke rose out of the chimney, yet it didn't look like Hagrid was home.
"Harry," Hermione started, "When do you think the bridge will come?"
"No idea," he replied earnestly.
"Do you think I'd have time to go to Hogsmeade?"
Harry looked briefly shocked.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully, "But I don't think you should. If the bridge comes, I think we should be together."
"So you come with me, then. You're the one who knows the way."
"Well...I guess there's no harm in that."
Hermione jumped up and down in excitement. "Thanks, Harry! I'm going to have the *best* gifts!"
~~**~~
James had seen Harry and Hermione walking the grounds, and decided it was a great idea. Luckily, his girlfriend was seated right next to him.
"Lily," he said, "You wanna go for a walk?"
"Sure."
Lily, too, bundled herself up in a jacket, scarf and gloves. The cold was not foriving. James donned his Gryffindor scarf, and didn't bother with a jacket. Marauders *never* got cold.
Lily and James walked the grounds, looking sweet with their arms linked together.
They didn't talk much, as the only thing on their minds was the shocking "Peter Revelations" and they had silently promised not to talk about it.
~~**~~
Harry and Hermione were now at the edge of the Forest. They hadn't intended to go there, their feet just seemed to have led them.
"Do you realize that this is where it happened?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Yes," Harry replied. Frowning a little, he added, "Do you suppose that this was where Ron was...when...you know?"
Hermione shrugged. "Possibly."
The two time-travellers turned their backs to the Forest, intending to head back to the castle. Behind them, a few feet into the woods, an odd, pinkish cloud was stirring. Out of no where, large oak pillars shot into the air...then the intricate ceiling...the carved planks...the bridge had arrived.
"Hermione," Harry said, scared, "I can't move."
~~**~~
Ron could sense that something was happening. He had gone to see Dumbledore who had told him that yes, indeed, his friends would join him. When, exactly, he was not sure. Ron had retired to his dorm. He ignored questions of where he had been, all he could focus on was Harry's empty bed, and the room, that, hours, or years ago, he had shared with him and the Marauders.
Ron was lonely. He wanted his friends! He had slept in late, and woken to Harry's still empty bed.
A creepy thought hit Ron.
What if, he thought, Harry's asleep, back in 1976? What if he's in this *same exact* bed? He had, after all, used the same bed back twenty-odd years ago.
Then it hit him. The weird feeling as if something were happening, yet only he knew it. Harry! he thought, immediately, Hermione!
Ron launched himself from his chair. He rushed through the portrait hole, down the many flights of stone stairs, out the large, oak, double doors and onto the snowy grounds.
He ran as fast as he could. He almost wished he had brought his broomstick. The snow was holding him back, sucking his legs in further and further. Ron was in a trench. He hadn't remembered the snow being this thick, but then, things change over the decades. He past the lake where there was no squid present. Past Hagrid's hut, which looked warm and cozy in the snow. The Forest. He was there.
There was nothing. No pink cloud, no bridge, no Harry and Hermione.
I'm an idiot, he thought, I can't sense things!
Ron was about to leave when he noticed something. A few feet into the forest, very faint but still visible, was a swirling pink cloud. It got more vivid, more noticable.
This is it, he thought excitedly. Then less happily, Wait! What if it takes me back!
Ron took a few steps back.
Large oak pillars shot out from nowhere. The intricate roof floated down and attached itself to the pillars. One by one, the planks spreaded across. The bridge was back.
Ron stood, waiting for his friends. He knew he would see them right away, because the Marauders had when he had arrived.
Ron stood, waiting, anticipating, for what seemed like hours. He had finally given up. He was seeing things, he informed himself.
He started trudging back to the castle. Past Hagrid's hut, approaching the lake.
~~**~~
"I can't move either!" Hermione whispered.
"We're going back."
"NO!" she screamed, "Not yet! I haven't said good-bye! LET ME GO!!!"
But the bridge did not let go.
~~**~~
Lily and James heard Hermione's shrieks, and rushed over as fast as they could. They couldn't help but stare. There was a large, intricate bridge. Something that they knew, for a fact, did not belong at Hogwarts. The pink cloud was still there, but not as clear and vivid.
"Pink cloud," James muttered.
"What's that?"
"Pink cloud," James spoke up, "We saw them when they came. Pink cloud....just like that."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," James said, "I think they're going back."
~~**~~
Hermione ran. Not that it helped, because she could not move. The bridge had grabbed her legs, grabbed her arms, and she was rendered motionless. There was nothing she could do.
Harry was beside her, she could feel his cold breath. He was not struggling though, he seemed actually *pleased* to go back!
They past 1980, past 1985, past 1990. 1991, 1992, 1993. They sailed past the year Sirius had died. Past Harry's sixth year. Stopped at 1997.
They were on solid ground. Shaken, but they could move.
Harry glanced around. Last time he had got off he saw his 17 year old father, his godfather, the man who would ruin his life, and the man who would be all he had left of his father.
This time, there was nothing. Just a red-head trudging up to the castle. Hermione saw, too, and for a fleeting moment hoped it might be Lily, that they hadn't really gone anywhere, just dreamt it.
It wasn't Lily.
It was Ron.
Harry, of course, knew this.
"Ron!" he yelled, over the wind, "RON!"
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Hey-o. Good chapter? You like it? Well, I guess you'll just have to review and tell me.
In the next chapter:
Hermione deals with losing her friends. Harry goes to Dumbledore about a certain Dark Lord. Ron, well...there'll be stuff about him, too. Also, there'll be stuff about James and Lily and all them
And it'll be up soon, so don't lose sleep over it. *Laughs*
Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Lily~Pad*
I've been forgetting to put disclaimers in, so I rememered for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
There. Glad we got that out in the open.
Thanks to everybody who reviewed!!!!
3...
2...
1...
Go!
___________________________________---___________________________________
Harry was now positive that the bridge had come for Ron. There was no other explanation. Harry knew he had to confess his suspicions to Hermione. She *was* the smart one--she'd know what to do.
Harry spotted his formerly bushy-haired friend relaxing in the common room. Fortunately, she was alone.
"Hermione?" he said, prodding her on the back.
Hermione jumped slightly, then turned in her seat to be face-to-face with Harry.
"What?"
"I was wondering," he asked, "If you'd like to take a walk."
Hermione's face lit up in a large, friendly smile. "Okay. Sounds good."
~~**~~
Hermione was thrilled that Harry had asked her for a walk. Now was her chance to find out how to get into Hogsmeade. She knew it had something to do with that grotesque witch statue, but she needed details. Details.
Hermione had bundled herself up into her brand new denim and faux fur jacket. It was a gift from her parents. Hermione loved it, because it was a Muggle creation, and nobody else at Hogwarts would have one.
Harry hadn't bothered to put on a coat, just wrapped his gold-and-crimson Gryffindor scarf around his neck.
"So where are we walking?" Hermione asked, as a conversation starter. Somehow she needed to mention Hogsmeade, then she'd go from there.
"Just around, I guess," Harry answered, nonchalantly.
"I see."
Hermione had found her opening line. She was going to say, "I'll bet Hogsmeade looks beautiful this time of year," but Harry beat her to it.
"Hermione," he started, "I have some bad news."
Hermione groaned. Half from missing her chance, and half from the bad news news.
"Oh?" she asked.
"I think," he said, "Well, I know, actually..."
"What is it? she prodded.
"The bridge came for Ron!" he blurted, "And I don't know if we can ever get back!"
Hermione had to grin.
"Really?" she asked, exuberantly, "You think we can stay?!?"
"Hermione!" he scolded, "We can't stay! I know you want to, but I can't. And if I go, I'm pretty sure you'd have to come, too."
"Oh," Hermione replied, crestfallen, "I guess I sort of knew that."
Harry nodded, sympathetically. He hated having to bring Hermione home, expecially when she was having such a great time with his mother, but it would be impossible for her to stay. It would be like his problem--her parents would never give birth to her, as she was already alive. The same age as them. It would screw up everything beautifully.
Hermione sighed. "I know I have to go back," she confessed, "But I don't want to! I don't care if it screws things up! I can't leave Lily, Myra and Callia! It's so unfair."
"I know," Harry comforted, "I know."
~~**~~
Harry and Hermione were taking the same route they had that fateful day. The Forest looked so peaceful, blanketed in snow, it was hard to believe the monsters that called it home. Hagrid's cabin had a layer of snow on the roof. Harry had always loved snow on roofs--how it was so flat and everything. Smoke rose out of the chimney, yet it didn't look like Hagrid was home.
"Harry," Hermione started, "When do you think the bridge will come?"
"No idea," he replied earnestly.
"Do you think I'd have time to go to Hogsmeade?"
Harry looked briefly shocked.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully, "But I don't think you should. If the bridge comes, I think we should be together."
"So you come with me, then. You're the one who knows the way."
"Well...I guess there's no harm in that."
Hermione jumped up and down in excitement. "Thanks, Harry! I'm going to have the *best* gifts!"
~~**~~
James had seen Harry and Hermione walking the grounds, and decided it was a great idea. Luckily, his girlfriend was seated right next to him.
"Lily," he said, "You wanna go for a walk?"
"Sure."
Lily, too, bundled herself up in a jacket, scarf and gloves. The cold was not foriving. James donned his Gryffindor scarf, and didn't bother with a jacket. Marauders *never* got cold.
Lily and James walked the grounds, looking sweet with their arms linked together.
They didn't talk much, as the only thing on their minds was the shocking "Peter Revelations" and they had silently promised not to talk about it.
~~**~~
Harry and Hermione were now at the edge of the Forest. They hadn't intended to go there, their feet just seemed to have led them.
"Do you realize that this is where it happened?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Yes," Harry replied. Frowning a little, he added, "Do you suppose that this was where Ron was...when...you know?"
Hermione shrugged. "Possibly."
The two time-travellers turned their backs to the Forest, intending to head back to the castle. Behind them, a few feet into the woods, an odd, pinkish cloud was stirring. Out of no where, large oak pillars shot into the air...then the intricate ceiling...the carved planks...the bridge had arrived.
"Hermione," Harry said, scared, "I can't move."
~~**~~
Ron could sense that something was happening. He had gone to see Dumbledore who had told him that yes, indeed, his friends would join him. When, exactly, he was not sure. Ron had retired to his dorm. He ignored questions of where he had been, all he could focus on was Harry's empty bed, and the room, that, hours, or years ago, he had shared with him and the Marauders.
Ron was lonely. He wanted his friends! He had slept in late, and woken to Harry's still empty bed.
A creepy thought hit Ron.
What if, he thought, Harry's asleep, back in 1976? What if he's in this *same exact* bed? He had, after all, used the same bed back twenty-odd years ago.
Then it hit him. The weird feeling as if something were happening, yet only he knew it. Harry! he thought, immediately, Hermione!
Ron launched himself from his chair. He rushed through the portrait hole, down the many flights of stone stairs, out the large, oak, double doors and onto the snowy grounds.
He ran as fast as he could. He almost wished he had brought his broomstick. The snow was holding him back, sucking his legs in further and further. Ron was in a trench. He hadn't remembered the snow being this thick, but then, things change over the decades. He past the lake where there was no squid present. Past Hagrid's hut, which looked warm and cozy in the snow. The Forest. He was there.
There was nothing. No pink cloud, no bridge, no Harry and Hermione.
I'm an idiot, he thought, I can't sense things!
Ron was about to leave when he noticed something. A few feet into the forest, very faint but still visible, was a swirling pink cloud. It got more vivid, more noticable.
This is it, he thought excitedly. Then less happily, Wait! What if it takes me back!
Ron took a few steps back.
Large oak pillars shot out from nowhere. The intricate roof floated down and attached itself to the pillars. One by one, the planks spreaded across. The bridge was back.
Ron stood, waiting for his friends. He knew he would see them right away, because the Marauders had when he had arrived.
Ron stood, waiting, anticipating, for what seemed like hours. He had finally given up. He was seeing things, he informed himself.
He started trudging back to the castle. Past Hagrid's hut, approaching the lake.
~~**~~
"I can't move either!" Hermione whispered.
"We're going back."
"NO!" she screamed, "Not yet! I haven't said good-bye! LET ME GO!!!"
But the bridge did not let go.
~~**~~
Lily and James heard Hermione's shrieks, and rushed over as fast as they could. They couldn't help but stare. There was a large, intricate bridge. Something that they knew, for a fact, did not belong at Hogwarts. The pink cloud was still there, but not as clear and vivid.
"Pink cloud," James muttered.
"What's that?"
"Pink cloud," James spoke up, "We saw them when they came. Pink cloud....just like that."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," James said, "I think they're going back."
~~**~~
Hermione ran. Not that it helped, because she could not move. The bridge had grabbed her legs, grabbed her arms, and she was rendered motionless. There was nothing she could do.
Harry was beside her, she could feel his cold breath. He was not struggling though, he seemed actually *pleased* to go back!
They past 1980, past 1985, past 1990. 1991, 1992, 1993. They sailed past the year Sirius had died. Past Harry's sixth year. Stopped at 1997.
They were on solid ground. Shaken, but they could move.
Harry glanced around. Last time he had got off he saw his 17 year old father, his godfather, the man who would ruin his life, and the man who would be all he had left of his father.
This time, there was nothing. Just a red-head trudging up to the castle. Hermione saw, too, and for a fleeting moment hoped it might be Lily, that they hadn't really gone anywhere, just dreamt it.
It wasn't Lily.
It was Ron.
Harry, of course, knew this.
"Ron!" he yelled, over the wind, "RON!"
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Hey-o. Good chapter? You like it? Well, I guess you'll just have to review and tell me.
In the next chapter:
Hermione deals with losing her friends. Harry goes to Dumbledore about a certain Dark Lord. Ron, well...there'll be stuff about him, too. Also, there'll be stuff about James and Lily and all them
And it'll be up soon, so don't lose sleep over it. *Laughs*
Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Lily~Pad*