Disclamer: I'm writing a fan fic. Now why would I do that if I owned Harry Potter.
A/N: I know.... another late update. Sorry but it's still here, freash and non-wrinkled. Just a heads up, I'm in a really depressed mood write now so you might not get the next chapter in awile (That was indeed self-pity). As always I need you to review and if you hate it tell me why! My Cousin hepled me with this as always so thank you and thank you to the pepole who reviewed!.
Hermione looked up from the book she was reading, knowing she had heard wrong. "What did you just say?!"
"Ron...the time turner, we can save him!" Harry said while pacing around the room. The realization of being able to save Ron had set in faster then he had died.
"Harry slow down."
"I'm trying," he said, giggling a little. "Fudge just told me about that time turner Voldemort had. It allows someone to go back in time an entire week!" He was overly excited, acting and talking like a child gazing at a toy store with all the money in the world.
"You said that Fudge only told you about that poison that killed Ron, Valefor or something."
"I didn't want to tell them yet. But don't you get it? We can get Ron back!"
Hermione looked into his eyes. She knew that Harry would never lie about something this big, but Fudge would love to play a cruel prank on Harry to get him back for being in the Order of the Phoenix. "I don't know if we can trust him," She said faintly. "Who, Fudge?" Harry replied.
"Yea. I don't think that anything could have enough power to go back a week Harry. And even if something could, why would he let you do this?"
"Well.... that's not why they are letting me go back. A few days ago the ministry got a letter saying that Voldemort was still alive. The handwriting was written like someone was in a hurry. It wasn't even finished, the last sentence was broken off and my name was signed instead."
Hermione sighed and rested her head in her hands. Voldemort being alive didn't affect her much. Her mind was still on being able to get Ron back. No one missed him as much as she did, no one cried as much. But even then, she was always the one who believed in reality, instead of hoping for something else.
"Harry, even if it is true, I'm not sure we should do this."
He stared at her, unbelieving. "Why?"
"Because time shouldn't be messed with, it should always move forward."
"Your not one to talk!" He said angrily. "Remember your own time turner?"
"That was for something small," she replied calmly. "I never got in the way or changed anything. But you're talking about a life here Harry."
"What about Sirius and Buckbeak?"
"They never died. We had already helped them escape without knowing it." She knew she was beaten, but she was still going to try and prove her point.
"God damnit Hermione!" He was getting hot in the face. How could she not want this? "How do we know Ron died?! All three of us could be outside this window right now listing to how stupid you're being." He lowered his voice and shook his head. "I know you want him back, just as much as I do. This could work. Just take a leap of faith."
For a long time she didn't say anything but sat with her eyes on the ground, in deep thought. Maybe it could work, and she could have Ron back and go on with her life just like nothing had happened. She had been a hypocrite when she told Harry to get on with his life. Her own life had come to a halt but she didn't show it, not to anyone, not even to Harry. At long last she had her decision.
"I'll go," she said, looking back up at him. "I want him back more than anyone.... Screw time."
Harry beamed at her. "Thank you. I'm going to try and get Sirius and George to come too. I need to send a letter, be back." He turned and walked out of the room. As soon as he left, Hermione walked over to her drawer and withdrew a picture of Ron taken five months ago at school. He was smiling but looked puzzled as to why the picture was being taken, he didn't see Harry walking up behind him with a water balloon.
Hermione sat back down on the bed still looking at the picture and cried.
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"George...you know I wouldn't joke about something like this. I need your help."
"Ron..." George said silently to himself. Without hesitation he knew he would go. But Harry walking into the kitchen and telling him all this was a bit overwhelming.
"I'm in," he said simply.
"I know we can do this, but it's going to take a lot of work. Don't tell anyone else and make sure you're ready. We're leaving early tomorrow before anyone else figures out that we're gone. And with any luck we should be back just as quick."
"Who else is coming again?"
"Hermione is and I'm about to go write a letter to Sirius telling him to meet us there."
George nodded and went back out side to where Ginny was reading.
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Harry walked quietly into the room. The sun wasn't even out but he was fully dressed and wide-awake. He felt a lot different from yesterday. A very solemn mood had overcome him in the late hours and even he himself was having doubts about what there were going to do.
He grabbed Hermione's shoulder and shook it slightly. She raised an eyebrow and looked up, stifling a yawn.
"Get dressed," Harry said quietly, and without another word he headed to George's room.
Nearly an hour later the three were walking the streets of London. None of them had spoken and all were very grim and pale in the face. Finally, the Leaky Cauldron loomed into view and Harry opened the door. No one was there and the dust seemed thicker than ever. Not stopping, Harry walked across the tavern and out the back door.
A brick wall was standing in front of him, Fudge leaning against it. Orcrist was beside him with his arms crossed. "I think I need to come too," he said. "There are still something's I haven't told you."
Sirius showed up sometime latter. His name was cleared a year early but he still held a grudge against Fudge.
Slowly, Fudge handed Harry the time turner. "You need to be on the other side of that wall write about now," he said, "with Ron."
Harry nodded and grasped the time turner. He held out his hand and motioned for everyone to touch it. Without another word, he pushed down all of the buttons and turned it slowly over.
A/N: I know.... another late update. Sorry but it's still here, freash and non-wrinkled. Just a heads up, I'm in a really depressed mood write now so you might not get the next chapter in awile (That was indeed self-pity). As always I need you to review and if you hate it tell me why! My Cousin hepled me with this as always so thank you and thank you to the pepole who reviewed!.
Hermione looked up from the book she was reading, knowing she had heard wrong. "What did you just say?!"
"Ron...the time turner, we can save him!" Harry said while pacing around the room. The realization of being able to save Ron had set in faster then he had died.
"Harry slow down."
"I'm trying," he said, giggling a little. "Fudge just told me about that time turner Voldemort had. It allows someone to go back in time an entire week!" He was overly excited, acting and talking like a child gazing at a toy store with all the money in the world.
"You said that Fudge only told you about that poison that killed Ron, Valefor or something."
"I didn't want to tell them yet. But don't you get it? We can get Ron back!"
Hermione looked into his eyes. She knew that Harry would never lie about something this big, but Fudge would love to play a cruel prank on Harry to get him back for being in the Order of the Phoenix. "I don't know if we can trust him," She said faintly. "Who, Fudge?" Harry replied.
"Yea. I don't think that anything could have enough power to go back a week Harry. And even if something could, why would he let you do this?"
"Well.... that's not why they are letting me go back. A few days ago the ministry got a letter saying that Voldemort was still alive. The handwriting was written like someone was in a hurry. It wasn't even finished, the last sentence was broken off and my name was signed instead."
Hermione sighed and rested her head in her hands. Voldemort being alive didn't affect her much. Her mind was still on being able to get Ron back. No one missed him as much as she did, no one cried as much. But even then, she was always the one who believed in reality, instead of hoping for something else.
"Harry, even if it is true, I'm not sure we should do this."
He stared at her, unbelieving. "Why?"
"Because time shouldn't be messed with, it should always move forward."
"Your not one to talk!" He said angrily. "Remember your own time turner?"
"That was for something small," she replied calmly. "I never got in the way or changed anything. But you're talking about a life here Harry."
"What about Sirius and Buckbeak?"
"They never died. We had already helped them escape without knowing it." She knew she was beaten, but she was still going to try and prove her point.
"God damnit Hermione!" He was getting hot in the face. How could she not want this? "How do we know Ron died?! All three of us could be outside this window right now listing to how stupid you're being." He lowered his voice and shook his head. "I know you want him back, just as much as I do. This could work. Just take a leap of faith."
For a long time she didn't say anything but sat with her eyes on the ground, in deep thought. Maybe it could work, and she could have Ron back and go on with her life just like nothing had happened. She had been a hypocrite when she told Harry to get on with his life. Her own life had come to a halt but she didn't show it, not to anyone, not even to Harry. At long last she had her decision.
"I'll go," she said, looking back up at him. "I want him back more than anyone.... Screw time."
Harry beamed at her. "Thank you. I'm going to try and get Sirius and George to come too. I need to send a letter, be back." He turned and walked out of the room. As soon as he left, Hermione walked over to her drawer and withdrew a picture of Ron taken five months ago at school. He was smiling but looked puzzled as to why the picture was being taken, he didn't see Harry walking up behind him with a water balloon.
Hermione sat back down on the bed still looking at the picture and cried.
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"George...you know I wouldn't joke about something like this. I need your help."
"Ron..." George said silently to himself. Without hesitation he knew he would go. But Harry walking into the kitchen and telling him all this was a bit overwhelming.
"I'm in," he said simply.
"I know we can do this, but it's going to take a lot of work. Don't tell anyone else and make sure you're ready. We're leaving early tomorrow before anyone else figures out that we're gone. And with any luck we should be back just as quick."
"Who else is coming again?"
"Hermione is and I'm about to go write a letter to Sirius telling him to meet us there."
George nodded and went back out side to where Ginny was reading.
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Harry walked quietly into the room. The sun wasn't even out but he was fully dressed and wide-awake. He felt a lot different from yesterday. A very solemn mood had overcome him in the late hours and even he himself was having doubts about what there were going to do.
He grabbed Hermione's shoulder and shook it slightly. She raised an eyebrow and looked up, stifling a yawn.
"Get dressed," Harry said quietly, and without another word he headed to George's room.
Nearly an hour later the three were walking the streets of London. None of them had spoken and all were very grim and pale in the face. Finally, the Leaky Cauldron loomed into view and Harry opened the door. No one was there and the dust seemed thicker than ever. Not stopping, Harry walked across the tavern and out the back door.
A brick wall was standing in front of him, Fudge leaning against it. Orcrist was beside him with his arms crossed. "I think I need to come too," he said. "There are still something's I haven't told you."
Sirius showed up sometime latter. His name was cleared a year early but he still held a grudge against Fudge.
Slowly, Fudge handed Harry the time turner. "You need to be on the other side of that wall write about now," he said, "with Ron."
Harry nodded and grasped the time turner. He held out his hand and motioned for everyone to touch it. Without another word, he pushed down all of the buttons and turned it slowly over.