Disclamer: For some reason you belive I own Harry Potter because you our reading this. Well, I don't.
A/N: Sorry for the late up-date. I had Thunder Over Louisville to go too. Also my birthday was yesterday so I didn't get to post it then. Anyways I hope you are enjoying it so far. Writing about time travlling is harder than I thougt. I already have the whole story ready so give me those reviews and you get the chapters. One more thing, this chapter may seem a little like our own world to you but I done my best. If you have any serous promblums, tell me! Again thanks to my cousin for helping me with this!
Chapter 3:
Harry sat up in the bed and ran his hand though his hair, trying to clear his thoughts. Only a few bits of the sun were shining through the shades giving the room a very hazy and dusty look. It was early morning and Harry was dead tired but it was impossible for him to go back to sleep.
If it were later in the day this room would seem like the surface of the sun, blinding orange. The wallpaper was almost entirely filled with posters of a Quidditch team holding brooms and waving happily.
Harry stood up and looked down at the bed next to his, where Ron used to sleep. Sighing he walked over to the window. Pulling up the shades, he was blinded by the rising sun. He let his eyes adjust and then forced himself to look down. Freshly dug earth was visible ten yards off.
"Now get this though your head," he said angrily too himself. "There he is, dead. There is nothing you can do to change that, so face the facts." Then a voice from inside him fired back. "I can't."
He turned away, shutting the blinds and cursing himself. It had been five days since Ron had died and he couldn't understand himself anymore. He wasn't trying to forget Ron, just trying to forget why he wasn't there anymore.
Harry heard the sound of footsteps outside his door and a faint knock. The door opened itself without an answer, disturbing the dust on the floor and Harry's thoughts. Hermione walked in, shut the door quietly behind her, and walked up to Harry.
"What are you doing up so early?" she asked.
Harry looked at her wanting to ask the same question but he already knew the answer and the reason would be the same as his. "Couldn't sleep," he said lamely.
Hermione nodded her head, understanding. She would be the first to admit it. "Same here. I couldn't stop thinking of Ron." Having said this she looked away. None of the people living under that house wanted to forget him but some unknown force had made his name taboo, provoking memories that none wanted to recall.
"You have to stop this," she said. "You haven't came out of here for more than a minute. I have a hard time believing he's dead too but I also know that sitting around isn't going to help bring him back."
Harry turned to her with anger in his eyes but his expression soon softened, understanding her words. He would have to stop this and get a hold of himself. Start living again. It hadn't been long, no, but it seemed longer than life. He looked into her eyes and nodded.
She smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll see you at breakfast okay?"
"Yea."
She turned and walked out of the room quietly. Harry turned back to the window and bent a blind down. Looking at the grave for the last time he swallowed the lump in his throat, and smiled.
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Harry walked down the steps slowly, listing to the voices coming from around the breakfast table. When he walked into the kitchen, everyone was silent for a moment but resumed their conversations when he sat down between Hermione and George. The only other ones that were there were Ginny and Molly.
George looked up from his plate. "Finally got out of there, Harry?"
Harry didn't respond, but put all his attention to rolling around a sausage on his plate. George had come from his own house to stay for a couple weeks. He had done the same when Fred died. His usual humorous and mischievous mood had been dented by Fred's death but had been taken away completely by the loss of Ron, and he now had a considerably grumpy attitude.
"School is starting back soon," said Molly, trying to start a conversation. No one responded to her and she looked back down at the paper. After a few minutes of silence there came a fast and loud sound of hooting and the beating of wings. Pigwidgeon came flying into the window, landing next to Harry's plate and extending a letter tied around one of its legs.
Pigwidgeon was Ron's old owl and was the only one in the household that didn't seem affected. Harry untied the letter and the small owl hooted softly into Harry's eggs. Everyone was looking at him curiously but he didn't read it aloud, the seal was from the ministry and was probably meant for him only.
Harry,
I need to see you concerning two very important things. We have finally figured out the time turner and the reason for Ron Wesley's death. Come as soon as you can to the Leaky Cauldron.
Cornelius Fudge
Harry looked up from the letter with his mouth open slightly. He had given the time turner to the ministry unwillingly and the zip disk, but what did they find out about Ron? He had hardly mentioned him.
"I need to go," he said quickly, getting up.
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Harry walked though the back door of the Leaky Cauldron. His clothes were covered in soot and brushing it away seemed like an impossible task. The tavren was dimly lit and seemed very dark and gloomy. Only a few other wizards were there, being so early in the mourning, so Harry spotted Fudge sitting in the corner easily.
Someone else was with him, but his face was hidden by the shadow of the wall. Harry walked over and Fudge stood up, shaking his hand. The other man also stood up, it was Orcrist. Harry hadn't seen him since he tried to help Ron so he was a little confused.
"Nice to see you again Harry," he said, shaking his hand. Harry nodded and sat down between the two.
"Do you want anything to eat Har-"
"What do you want?" Harry cut-in bitterly. They hadn't been on speaking terms ever sense the Order of the Phoenix was formed.
"Still angry with me?"
"How could I not be?! After we helped you with so many attacks against the death eaters, you arrested us!"
"You and your group are vigilantes Harry!" Fudge said, his voice raising. "You know you shouldn't get in our way!"
"Everything you know would have been destroyed by now if it wasn't for us!"
"Both of you stop it!" Orcrist said loudly. Both of them turned and faced him. "Harry, we found out what happened to Ron. It was a poison called Valefor. Man-made. They must have given it to him before you took him out of there. It takes around three hours for something to happen. Have you ever read Romeo and Juliet, Harry?"
"In school before I went to Hogwarts."
"Well the only reason I have is because I like muggle books, a lot more than wizard books. In the play Juliet drinks a potion that makes everyone think she is dead, her breathing decreases to almost nothing, her pulse stops, and her body goes cold."
"Are you saying that's what happened to Ron?" Harry asked.
Orcrist nodded. "The person stays that way until you give them the antidote." He held out a small vile with a very murky blue liquid that never stopped moving.
"What good does this do me now?!" Harry said, nearly yelling.
"That time turner you gave us Harry." Fudge began, "is very advanced." He reached behind his neck and pulled off a string, which the time turner Harry had found hung from. "It has the ability to take a person back one week. You turn the one on the left, you go back an hour, like the regular one. Turn the right one, you go back a day. If you hold these buttons down and turn both, you go back a week."
"The regular time turner only allowed you to go back 12 hours max. It's the same with this. Also you can only go back two days with the right side, and only one week with both."
Harry had his mouth opened. "And you're going to let me go back."
"For only one reason Harry. We think Voldemort's still alive. A couple of days ago we got a letter from someone. It was signed by you."
"I never wrote one too you."
"We need you to go back to the plaza at the same time your past self did and find out if this is true. If you do this, we're going to let you also save your friend."
"I don't even need to tell you the answer."
"Were also letting you take a few others with you. Whoever you want."
Harry looked down and thought for a long time. Digesting all this while trying to think of whom to take. This was a lot to handle, even for him. Voldemort was still alive and he was going to try and save Ron. It was overwhelming. At long last he looked up.
"When are we going?"
"Ron died 5 days ago. So you need to go tomorrow."
Harry nodded his head. "Hermione is coming too. Along with George and Sirius."
"Okay." He stood up along with Orcrist. "Meet us tomorrow at the entrench of Diagon Alley. Get some rest."
A/N: There you go. I didn't like this chapter too much but all of it had to be said. The next ones will be better I
A/N: Sorry for the late up-date. I had Thunder Over Louisville to go too. Also my birthday was yesterday so I didn't get to post it then. Anyways I hope you are enjoying it so far. Writing about time travlling is harder than I thougt. I already have the whole story ready so give me those reviews and you get the chapters. One more thing, this chapter may seem a little like our own world to you but I done my best. If you have any serous promblums, tell me! Again thanks to my cousin for helping me with this!
Chapter 3:
Harry sat up in the bed and ran his hand though his hair, trying to clear his thoughts. Only a few bits of the sun were shining through the shades giving the room a very hazy and dusty look. It was early morning and Harry was dead tired but it was impossible for him to go back to sleep.
If it were later in the day this room would seem like the surface of the sun, blinding orange. The wallpaper was almost entirely filled with posters of a Quidditch team holding brooms and waving happily.
Harry stood up and looked down at the bed next to his, where Ron used to sleep. Sighing he walked over to the window. Pulling up the shades, he was blinded by the rising sun. He let his eyes adjust and then forced himself to look down. Freshly dug earth was visible ten yards off.
"Now get this though your head," he said angrily too himself. "There he is, dead. There is nothing you can do to change that, so face the facts." Then a voice from inside him fired back. "I can't."
He turned away, shutting the blinds and cursing himself. It had been five days since Ron had died and he couldn't understand himself anymore. He wasn't trying to forget Ron, just trying to forget why he wasn't there anymore.
Harry heard the sound of footsteps outside his door and a faint knock. The door opened itself without an answer, disturbing the dust on the floor and Harry's thoughts. Hermione walked in, shut the door quietly behind her, and walked up to Harry.
"What are you doing up so early?" she asked.
Harry looked at her wanting to ask the same question but he already knew the answer and the reason would be the same as his. "Couldn't sleep," he said lamely.
Hermione nodded her head, understanding. She would be the first to admit it. "Same here. I couldn't stop thinking of Ron." Having said this she looked away. None of the people living under that house wanted to forget him but some unknown force had made his name taboo, provoking memories that none wanted to recall.
"You have to stop this," she said. "You haven't came out of here for more than a minute. I have a hard time believing he's dead too but I also know that sitting around isn't going to help bring him back."
Harry turned to her with anger in his eyes but his expression soon softened, understanding her words. He would have to stop this and get a hold of himself. Start living again. It hadn't been long, no, but it seemed longer than life. He looked into her eyes and nodded.
She smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll see you at breakfast okay?"
"Yea."
She turned and walked out of the room quietly. Harry turned back to the window and bent a blind down. Looking at the grave for the last time he swallowed the lump in his throat, and smiled.
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Harry walked down the steps slowly, listing to the voices coming from around the breakfast table. When he walked into the kitchen, everyone was silent for a moment but resumed their conversations when he sat down between Hermione and George. The only other ones that were there were Ginny and Molly.
George looked up from his plate. "Finally got out of there, Harry?"
Harry didn't respond, but put all his attention to rolling around a sausage on his plate. George had come from his own house to stay for a couple weeks. He had done the same when Fred died. His usual humorous and mischievous mood had been dented by Fred's death but had been taken away completely by the loss of Ron, and he now had a considerably grumpy attitude.
"School is starting back soon," said Molly, trying to start a conversation. No one responded to her and she looked back down at the paper. After a few minutes of silence there came a fast and loud sound of hooting and the beating of wings. Pigwidgeon came flying into the window, landing next to Harry's plate and extending a letter tied around one of its legs.
Pigwidgeon was Ron's old owl and was the only one in the household that didn't seem affected. Harry untied the letter and the small owl hooted softly into Harry's eggs. Everyone was looking at him curiously but he didn't read it aloud, the seal was from the ministry and was probably meant for him only.
Harry,
I need to see you concerning two very important things. We have finally figured out the time turner and the reason for Ron Wesley's death. Come as soon as you can to the Leaky Cauldron.
Cornelius Fudge
Harry looked up from the letter with his mouth open slightly. He had given the time turner to the ministry unwillingly and the zip disk, but what did they find out about Ron? He had hardly mentioned him.
"I need to go," he said quickly, getting up.
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Harry walked though the back door of the Leaky Cauldron. His clothes were covered in soot and brushing it away seemed like an impossible task. The tavren was dimly lit and seemed very dark and gloomy. Only a few other wizards were there, being so early in the mourning, so Harry spotted Fudge sitting in the corner easily.
Someone else was with him, but his face was hidden by the shadow of the wall. Harry walked over and Fudge stood up, shaking his hand. The other man also stood up, it was Orcrist. Harry hadn't seen him since he tried to help Ron so he was a little confused.
"Nice to see you again Harry," he said, shaking his hand. Harry nodded and sat down between the two.
"Do you want anything to eat Har-"
"What do you want?" Harry cut-in bitterly. They hadn't been on speaking terms ever sense the Order of the Phoenix was formed.
"Still angry with me?"
"How could I not be?! After we helped you with so many attacks against the death eaters, you arrested us!"
"You and your group are vigilantes Harry!" Fudge said, his voice raising. "You know you shouldn't get in our way!"
"Everything you know would have been destroyed by now if it wasn't for us!"
"Both of you stop it!" Orcrist said loudly. Both of them turned and faced him. "Harry, we found out what happened to Ron. It was a poison called Valefor. Man-made. They must have given it to him before you took him out of there. It takes around three hours for something to happen. Have you ever read Romeo and Juliet, Harry?"
"In school before I went to Hogwarts."
"Well the only reason I have is because I like muggle books, a lot more than wizard books. In the play Juliet drinks a potion that makes everyone think she is dead, her breathing decreases to almost nothing, her pulse stops, and her body goes cold."
"Are you saying that's what happened to Ron?" Harry asked.
Orcrist nodded. "The person stays that way until you give them the antidote." He held out a small vile with a very murky blue liquid that never stopped moving.
"What good does this do me now?!" Harry said, nearly yelling.
"That time turner you gave us Harry." Fudge began, "is very advanced." He reached behind his neck and pulled off a string, which the time turner Harry had found hung from. "It has the ability to take a person back one week. You turn the one on the left, you go back an hour, like the regular one. Turn the right one, you go back a day. If you hold these buttons down and turn both, you go back a week."
"The regular time turner only allowed you to go back 12 hours max. It's the same with this. Also you can only go back two days with the right side, and only one week with both."
Harry had his mouth opened. "And you're going to let me go back."
"For only one reason Harry. We think Voldemort's still alive. A couple of days ago we got a letter from someone. It was signed by you."
"I never wrote one too you."
"We need you to go back to the plaza at the same time your past self did and find out if this is true. If you do this, we're going to let you also save your friend."
"I don't even need to tell you the answer."
"Were also letting you take a few others with you. Whoever you want."
Harry looked down and thought for a long time. Digesting all this while trying to think of whom to take. This was a lot to handle, even for him. Voldemort was still alive and he was going to try and save Ron. It was overwhelming. At long last he looked up.
"When are we going?"
"Ron died 5 days ago. So you need to go tomorrow."
Harry nodded his head. "Hermione is coming too. Along with George and Sirius."
"Okay." He stood up along with Orcrist. "Meet us tomorrow at the entrench of Diagon Alley. Get some rest."
A/N: There you go. I didn't like this chapter too much but all of it had to be said. The next ones will be better I