Disclamer: Give me a few days and I'll own it by god.....
A/N: Sorry, another late update but there is alot of finals and school has been wearing me down. And what slowed me down even more was that I only got one review for the last chapter. So I beg you to review, even if you have before. The more reviews I get the faster I go. Also this story only has a couple chapters left and I'm looking for a co-author for my next fan fic. It's going to be Harry Potter so if anyone wants to co-author it with me send me an E-mail at TriforceDBZ@aol.com or put it in a review. Thanks aigian to my cousin and hope you enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 5
At the same moment the world around them dissolved and Harry had the sensation that he was flying fast into nowhere. Shapes and colors flew by in a blur. The blur started to slow down and stop completely and someone stumbled, falling down.
"Damnit," George said, standing back up and rubbing his arm.
Harry tucked the time turner back into his shirt and looked around him. The n-trench to Diagon Alley looked the same as it would in a week, except Fudge had disappeared and there was a threat of an oncoming storm.
"I thought there would be a lot more to it than that," Sirius said with a slight smile. "Strange...."
"Were any of you around here a week ago? Besides you George." They all shook their heads. George's joke shop was only a little ways from the n-trench. "We need to stay away from the wizarding world for a while, so we need a place to stay..."
"I think there is a motel somewhere around here, it's for muggles though," Hermione said a little more quiet than usual.
"We need to leave now then," Harry said, propping his Firebolt back on his shoulder. "Before anyone notices us."
Orcrist who was closest to the door opened it and let everyone pile in before of him.
"Where is it Hermione?" Harry said after opening the door of the Leaky Cauldron and looking down the streets of London.
"Ummm.... to the left I think. Shouldn't be to far. It's called Sandstorm or something."
Following Hermione they all turned to the left and walked at a brisk pace, and soon a sign loomed above them bearing the words Sandstorm.
"This is it?" Harry asked, looking at the motel. The disappointment in his voice was obvious. It looked worse then the Burrow and a lot smaller.
"Yep," Hermione said, coming up behind Harry.
"How are we going to pay?" Harry asked. "I don't exactly have any muggle money."
Hermione seemed not to have thought of this either. She stared at the ground thinking until she shook her head and murmurred "Of course." She reached into her bag and pulled out a credit card. "Mum gave it to me earlier." Her eyes went suddenly wide and she burst out laughing.
Sirius thought she had gone mad because he grabbed her shoulder and shook her hard. "Ouch Sirius!" She said rubbing her shoulder.
"What was that about?" Sirius asked.
"Oh... nothing really. I was thinking of paying with a credit card and I remembered that a couple of days ago... err, in our time,... my mum got a bill for this hotel in the mail and she was in a uproar about it. Sorry," She said looking at their blank faces. "I'll go get the room." She walked pass them and into the lobby.
A minute later she walked out with a small key in her hand. "Room three," She said leading the way. She stopped next to the third door and opened it. The room wasn't as bad as Harry thought it would be. The room was small and cool. Two beds rested against the wall opposite of an old looking TV. A round table was next to a window with a bible lying on top.
"Bed..." George said walking over and flopping on top of the mattress.
"If anyone else needs to get some rest do it now. No time to later," Harry added.
*************************
Harry pulled down the blinds with his finger and looked outside for what must have been the hundredth time. He was sitting by the table with a pen in his hand. Rain could be heard pounding outside. George was still asleep, as were Sirius and Orcrist. Hermione was lying on the floor reading. She looked up at Harry who was writing something down on a sheet of paper.
"Anxious?" She asked.
"Just a little," Harry said sarcastically, looking back outside.
She stood up and walked closer to him. "Harry... what changed you?" She said, taking a seat on the edge of Sirius' bed.
"What?" He said, looking puzzled.
"You've changed a lot in two years. Even when Voldemort came back you stayed the same, a little more stubborn, but the same. And like a year ago you just changed... you hardly seemed happy and you rarely smiled."
Harry sighed and put down his pen. " I don't know...."
"You're just always so depressed."
Harry knew it was true. He hadn't been happy for a long time. So many of his friends had died and even when people that he didn't know or like were killed, he was still tore up about it. He felt partly responsible every time someone was killed.
"I remember when Draco was killed. You just broke down for an entire week."
Harry couldn't forget that. He never did like Draco but couldn't help but feel awful about what had happened. Voldemort had attacked Hogwarts a year ago with Death Eaters and a battle began. The students helped fight them back, even Draco. He had been killed by his own father, Lucius, right in front of Harry. Harry finally understood how horrible being a Death Eater must be. You cared about nothing else but serving your master, not even your family.
He looked back at Hermione. "I just want it to stop, all this killing. I want to be able to live a regular life again."
"It will Harry. When I heard that Voldemort had been killed it felt like he would never come back, but then Ron died..."
"What time is it?" Harry asked, not wanting to continue the conversation.
"Almost three," Hermione said, standing back up.
"Can you wake them up for me? We need to make plans."
Hermione pointed her wand at the beds and said "Magus." Instantly, all three men opened their eyes. Orcrist stood up and stretched. "Thanks," He told Hemione with a smile.
"What time is it?" Sirius asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Three."
"Anything to eat?" George asked hopefully.
"Not right now George, we need to talk about tonight," Harry responded
"I'm starving..."
"Well..." Harry scratched his head, "I'm a little hungry too. I guess we could eat first."
"I'll order some pizza," Hermione said, picking up the phone.
Nearly an hour later they were finally finished. Orcrist had told them stories, which slowed down their eating.
"So, when are we going?" Sirius asked.
"I got inside the building around 1:00 AM." Harry said. "All we need to do is find out if Voldemort is still alive, then get Ron."
"No," Orcrist interrupted. "You can't get him out yet. You have to let your past self take him."
"Why? By that time he'll die."
"I left out one part of the poison Harry. You have to let it take effect before you give him the antidote."
"What? How are we supposed to do that?"
"Is there a time that you were away from Ron after the poison."
"We buried him!"
"I bet the casket wasn't open though was it?"
"No…"
"Okay. It's going to be hard but that is the only time we're going to be able to take Ron. And try to remember the stuff you all did a week ago. It will help."
"What are we supposed to do Harry?" George asked.
Harry looked up from the floor. "We need to be at that building one hour before my past self, split up and try to find out anything we can about Voldemort. The building is twenty stories so this is going to take awhile. We need to be out of there by the time I get there okay?"
"Not that hard but keep your minds working. We need to leave in a few hours. Until then we have to come up with an entire plan for all of us based on what I just said."
A/N: Sorry, another late update but there is alot of finals and school has been wearing me down. And what slowed me down even more was that I only got one review for the last chapter. So I beg you to review, even if you have before. The more reviews I get the faster I go. Also this story only has a couple chapters left and I'm looking for a co-author for my next fan fic. It's going to be Harry Potter so if anyone wants to co-author it with me send me an E-mail at TriforceDBZ@aol.com or put it in a review. Thanks aigian to my cousin and hope you enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 5
At the same moment the world around them dissolved and Harry had the sensation that he was flying fast into nowhere. Shapes and colors flew by in a blur. The blur started to slow down and stop completely and someone stumbled, falling down.
"Damnit," George said, standing back up and rubbing his arm.
Harry tucked the time turner back into his shirt and looked around him. The n-trench to Diagon Alley looked the same as it would in a week, except Fudge had disappeared and there was a threat of an oncoming storm.
"I thought there would be a lot more to it than that," Sirius said with a slight smile. "Strange...."
"Were any of you around here a week ago? Besides you George." They all shook their heads. George's joke shop was only a little ways from the n-trench. "We need to stay away from the wizarding world for a while, so we need a place to stay..."
"I think there is a motel somewhere around here, it's for muggles though," Hermione said a little more quiet than usual.
"We need to leave now then," Harry said, propping his Firebolt back on his shoulder. "Before anyone notices us."
Orcrist who was closest to the door opened it and let everyone pile in before of him.
"Where is it Hermione?" Harry said after opening the door of the Leaky Cauldron and looking down the streets of London.
"Ummm.... to the left I think. Shouldn't be to far. It's called Sandstorm or something."
Following Hermione they all turned to the left and walked at a brisk pace, and soon a sign loomed above them bearing the words Sandstorm.
"This is it?" Harry asked, looking at the motel. The disappointment in his voice was obvious. It looked worse then the Burrow and a lot smaller.
"Yep," Hermione said, coming up behind Harry.
"How are we going to pay?" Harry asked. "I don't exactly have any muggle money."
Hermione seemed not to have thought of this either. She stared at the ground thinking until she shook her head and murmurred "Of course." She reached into her bag and pulled out a credit card. "Mum gave it to me earlier." Her eyes went suddenly wide and she burst out laughing.
Sirius thought she had gone mad because he grabbed her shoulder and shook her hard. "Ouch Sirius!" She said rubbing her shoulder.
"What was that about?" Sirius asked.
"Oh... nothing really. I was thinking of paying with a credit card and I remembered that a couple of days ago... err, in our time,... my mum got a bill for this hotel in the mail and she was in a uproar about it. Sorry," She said looking at their blank faces. "I'll go get the room." She walked pass them and into the lobby.
A minute later she walked out with a small key in her hand. "Room three," She said leading the way. She stopped next to the third door and opened it. The room wasn't as bad as Harry thought it would be. The room was small and cool. Two beds rested against the wall opposite of an old looking TV. A round table was next to a window with a bible lying on top.
"Bed..." George said walking over and flopping on top of the mattress.
"If anyone else needs to get some rest do it now. No time to later," Harry added.
*************************
Harry pulled down the blinds with his finger and looked outside for what must have been the hundredth time. He was sitting by the table with a pen in his hand. Rain could be heard pounding outside. George was still asleep, as were Sirius and Orcrist. Hermione was lying on the floor reading. She looked up at Harry who was writing something down on a sheet of paper.
"Anxious?" She asked.
"Just a little," Harry said sarcastically, looking back outside.
She stood up and walked closer to him. "Harry... what changed you?" She said, taking a seat on the edge of Sirius' bed.
"What?" He said, looking puzzled.
"You've changed a lot in two years. Even when Voldemort came back you stayed the same, a little more stubborn, but the same. And like a year ago you just changed... you hardly seemed happy and you rarely smiled."
Harry sighed and put down his pen. " I don't know...."
"You're just always so depressed."
Harry knew it was true. He hadn't been happy for a long time. So many of his friends had died and even when people that he didn't know or like were killed, he was still tore up about it. He felt partly responsible every time someone was killed.
"I remember when Draco was killed. You just broke down for an entire week."
Harry couldn't forget that. He never did like Draco but couldn't help but feel awful about what had happened. Voldemort had attacked Hogwarts a year ago with Death Eaters and a battle began. The students helped fight them back, even Draco. He had been killed by his own father, Lucius, right in front of Harry. Harry finally understood how horrible being a Death Eater must be. You cared about nothing else but serving your master, not even your family.
He looked back at Hermione. "I just want it to stop, all this killing. I want to be able to live a regular life again."
"It will Harry. When I heard that Voldemort had been killed it felt like he would never come back, but then Ron died..."
"What time is it?" Harry asked, not wanting to continue the conversation.
"Almost three," Hermione said, standing back up.
"Can you wake them up for me? We need to make plans."
Hermione pointed her wand at the beds and said "Magus." Instantly, all three men opened their eyes. Orcrist stood up and stretched. "Thanks," He told Hemione with a smile.
"What time is it?" Sirius asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Three."
"Anything to eat?" George asked hopefully.
"Not right now George, we need to talk about tonight," Harry responded
"I'm starving..."
"Well..." Harry scratched his head, "I'm a little hungry too. I guess we could eat first."
"I'll order some pizza," Hermione said, picking up the phone.
Nearly an hour later they were finally finished. Orcrist had told them stories, which slowed down their eating.
"So, when are we going?" Sirius asked.
"I got inside the building around 1:00 AM." Harry said. "All we need to do is find out if Voldemort is still alive, then get Ron."
"No," Orcrist interrupted. "You can't get him out yet. You have to let your past self take him."
"Why? By that time he'll die."
"I left out one part of the poison Harry. You have to let it take effect before you give him the antidote."
"What? How are we supposed to do that?"
"Is there a time that you were away from Ron after the poison."
"We buried him!"
"I bet the casket wasn't open though was it?"
"No…"
"Okay. It's going to be hard but that is the only time we're going to be able to take Ron. And try to remember the stuff you all did a week ago. It will help."
"What are we supposed to do Harry?" George asked.
Harry looked up from the floor. "We need to be at that building one hour before my past self, split up and try to find out anything we can about Voldemort. The building is twenty stories so this is going to take awhile. We need to be out of there by the time I get there okay?"
"Not that hard but keep your minds working. We need to leave in a few hours. Until then we have to come up with an entire plan for all of us based on what I just said."