Time Travel Mysteries of the Third Floor
Disclaimer: La La La La Laaaaaaa La.. That's pretty much all I own, except for this plot and several other characters.
Summary: Voldemort has gotten hold of some very valuable time turners, and now he's started murdering people in the past who are a problem. Harry Potter, the head of the division, is assigned on a very interesting mission. Can he protect the target when he doesn't even know who it is? MWPP Era. Chapter 2: Early Mistakes
Joe looked at Harry, his eyebrows raised. Joe had never gone back before, just looked for information about Voldemort's latest movements. Of coarse, he had heard numerous stories from Harry, but nothing to prepare him for this. Nobody had ever gone so far back to a time that they didn't exist before. Who knew what would happen?
".And remember, don't open your eyes until your feet hit the ground," finished Harry. He looked around at the bleak figures that made of the
Forbidden Forest. Some two hundred yards away lay the grounds of Hogwarts. Those grounds were well missed by a certain boy of 19 who headed a certain department.
Though it was summer, the two travelers bore heavy cloaks and earmuffs. To anyone else, they would appear to be insane, wearing these garments in 90- degree weather. Only they knew that, for them at least, things would be getting very cold in a few minutes, in more than one way.
Harry tore his eyes from his former home and concentrated on shiny black orb that he could hold in the palm of his hand. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Joe take out a similar object and placed it in the shaky palm of his hand. Both men stared at their orbs, as though it had caused them great pain and they sought revenge. Harry focused all his power toward the very center of the sphere, and a twinkle of light appeared. That twinkle slowly started to expand, accelerating as it went, until the light totally engulfed Harry. Harry would have liked to look over at Joe to confirm that all was going as planned, but that would have meant breaking the spell.
Joe watched helplessly as an oblivious Harry disappeared into thin air. He tossed the shattered chunks of his orb at the nearest tree and screamed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cold. Bone-Chilling cold. That's what Harry woke up to.
Harry cautiously opened a bleary eye and glanced around him. What he saw was a mass of white; snow. He shook his head to regain what sense he had left and looked about him again. He was in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. Thick layers of snow blanketed the ground and tree branches. He couldn't see anyone from where he was standing.
"Joe?" Harry's voice echoed through the empty forest. Where had the scoundrel gotten? Had something gone wrong? He'd worry about it later, a selfish part of his brain argued. He was so damn cold!
Looking down at his hands, he discovered why this was so. His gloves were gone! His winter cloak and boots were also among the missing. Had someone stolen them? It didn't seem logical; no one came in here. Not everyone, at least he reminded himself. With a shiver he remembered what he was here for. He had no idea how he was going to go about this. Joe had been sent for emotional support.but he was nowhere to be found. Something deep inside of him told him that something here was very wrong.
Sniff
The hair on the back of Harry's neck prickled. Somebody else was here.and it wasn't Joe. Harry wondered for a moment if he dared to turn around.
Sniff
Harry heard it again. His hand slowly crept to his pocket and closed around a long wooden stick.
Crunch
He closed his eyes. It was now or never.
Snort
3, 2, 1.
Harry leaped out from behind a tree that he was sure was the only reason this person hadn't noticed him. Wand held high, he looked up to face his attacker.
A stag.
The creature stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Nobody moved. Harry stared into its deep, empty black eyes. Empty eyes that held a glimmer of intelligence as they stared right back into Harry's deep green. All activity in the forest seemed to come to a stop. Human stared at animal. Animal stared back at human.
Then suddenly, the stag turned away and leaped over a dead log.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I still hear him screaming, "Where do I hide?"
And all he asks and I say, "Hurry inside"
A whole lot of memories.yours and not mine
And all he asks, and I say, "Hurry inside"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"And furthermore, the result of having the law of.JAMES POTTER!"
James opened a bleary eye and stared sleepily at Professor McGonagall. Man, was he tired. Maybe he shouldn't have stayed up all night with Moony. All he wanted to do was to go back to sleep, but one look from his transfiguration professor and he pushed himself up. McGonagall sighed.
"Class is dismissed. Mr. Potter, come up front and see me." James waited until everyone had gone, gave Sirius a look of confusion as he walked out the door, and went over to the professor.
"Mr. Potter, it seems to me that you have been dozing off in class," she started.
'Wow,' thought James, 'Talk about obvious.'
"In fact, Mr. Potter, I have also been informed that you drifted away during Herbology, Charms, and Potions," she continued. Busted.
"I'm sorry, Profe."
"Therefore, I'm giving you a one day pass. Get some sleep, James, you're starting to worry me." McGonagall gave him a sympathetic glance, told him he could go, and started to shuffle some papers. James stared wide- eyed at the blue slip of paper in his hand. He didn't believe his luck! For some reason, he was no longer tired.
~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
Yes. Everything was going perfectly. He had fallen for it. Old fool.
A young, blonde haired man sat in the corner of a dungeon, shooting tiny fireballs at passing flies. If it was possible for someone to die of boredom, he would. Only two more days. He didn't know how many more potions classes he could listen to before he went crazy. Only two more days.two more days.
The Dark Lord had told him that the ministry would send back an agent to protect the "target" once they got a whiff of what they were trying to do. He didn't know who the agent was, but he had a funny feeling that Lord Voldemort did. All he knew that that bloody agent somehow worked into their conspiracy.
Zit. Zit. Zit.
They would never know what hit them.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He said, she said.
No she don't
Be back before morning
And you know she won't
Well I remember that summer
Like yesterday
And I remember his mother
As he was dragged away
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
James sifted through the mess he called a trunk, throwing various items such as boxers, quills, and shirts left and right.
"Got it!" he exclaimed to no one. Triumphantly, he held up a silver hourglass hanging on a golden chain.
A time turner.
He had nicked it out of Filch's closet. Old bat probably didn't even know what it was. It had taken him two years to work up the courage to actually use the thing. Today was the day.
It wasn't exactly like he had no idea what he was doing. He had actually done some research. and found that this particular turner was special; it only went forward. In time, that is. Hours, maybe years with powerful dark magic. James, of coarse, was only going forward a few hours, just to get some peace and quiet to himself for a change.
"Well, here goes nothing," he muttered, slinging it over his neck and turning five times.
Suddenly, the world dissolved into a mass of swirling colors. He had the strangest feeling that he was being pulled forward, and he worked hard to keep his stomach in. Then, as quick as it had started, it stopped.
It was night; the room was pitch black. James could hear the faint snores of his fellow Gryffindors as he tiptoed quietly past them and out the door. He stole down the stairs quick as a flash and was out of the portrait hole.
~*~*~
The night air was refreshing against his bare skin, which was slowly turning blue. But James wasn't walking on foot. at least not in our sense. He was going as Prongs.
Prongs galloped down the sloping grounds, breathing the sweet, misty air that only the night could bring. The ground was soft and springy under his hooves, and the cool breeze brought the sounds of chirping crickets to the young stag's ears. Pure, total bliss.
Prongs did this more often than he would admit. He often found that sixth year was just too hectic. Sleep, eat, study, work, get yelled at by Lily, sleep eat, study, get yelled at by Lily, sleep.it was an endless cycle of boring, meaningless events. If there was a reason for all of this monotonous crap, James thought, then there bloody well better be a damn good reason for it.
Prongs threw his head back as he galloped in an attempt to shake the grumpiness out of his head. He needed to relax, and brooding on the less pleasant details of his life wasn't going to help.
He had reached the Forbidden Forest by now, but he didn't hesitate to plunge further into its depths. The word 'forbidden' worked the exact opposite of James Potter. Instead of meaning 'danger, stay away!' it meant 'come on, you know you want to!' James couldn't' t see what was so forbidden about it anyway. Nothing a sixth year couldn't handle.
"Joe?" a familiar voice echoed through the trees. Prongs stopped, ears pricked up, and stood stock-still. He could just barely hear a distant figure ambling around between two trees to his left. Cautiously, the stag turned his head and sniffed the air.
The figure stopped moving, having heard Prong's snort. James mentally cursed himself for being so careless. He couldn't risk being seen by the figure. The figure was an unknown person, but in the times of Voldemort, the unknown were the enemy. James was faced with a difficulty, as he couldn't run, but he couldn't stay either. He snorted in frustration.
That was a mistake.
Suddenly, a young man jumped out from behind a tree right in front of James. He was surprised, first of all, because he hadn't heard the man coming any closer. The man had his wand trained on him, a scared expression on his face. The man was a boy, probably not much older than James, though he had most certainly graduated from.where ever he went to school. But that wasn't the boy's most surprising feature.
Prongs tensed, as he looked closer at the man's face. Slowly, his eyes traveled from the messy, jet-black hair to the green eyes and down to the boy's nose. Familiar, round glasses rested on the boy's nose. And a frantic thought raced through the animagus' head.
He looks just like me.
James met the boys startling green eyes with his own currently black ones. His questioning and determined look was answered with.recognition? Fear?
Prongs stared at the boy for a precious few seconds, and then leapt over a log and toward the castle.
TBC
~*~Czech Chicka~*~
Disclaimer: La La La La Laaaaaaa La.. That's pretty much all I own, except for this plot and several other characters.
Summary: Voldemort has gotten hold of some very valuable time turners, and now he's started murdering people in the past who are a problem. Harry Potter, the head of the division, is assigned on a very interesting mission. Can he protect the target when he doesn't even know who it is? MWPP Era. Chapter 2: Early Mistakes
Joe looked at Harry, his eyebrows raised. Joe had never gone back before, just looked for information about Voldemort's latest movements. Of coarse, he had heard numerous stories from Harry, but nothing to prepare him for this. Nobody had ever gone so far back to a time that they didn't exist before. Who knew what would happen?
".And remember, don't open your eyes until your feet hit the ground," finished Harry. He looked around at the bleak figures that made of the
Forbidden Forest. Some two hundred yards away lay the grounds of Hogwarts. Those grounds were well missed by a certain boy of 19 who headed a certain department.
Though it was summer, the two travelers bore heavy cloaks and earmuffs. To anyone else, they would appear to be insane, wearing these garments in 90- degree weather. Only they knew that, for them at least, things would be getting very cold in a few minutes, in more than one way.
Harry tore his eyes from his former home and concentrated on shiny black orb that he could hold in the palm of his hand. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Joe take out a similar object and placed it in the shaky palm of his hand. Both men stared at their orbs, as though it had caused them great pain and they sought revenge. Harry focused all his power toward the very center of the sphere, and a twinkle of light appeared. That twinkle slowly started to expand, accelerating as it went, until the light totally engulfed Harry. Harry would have liked to look over at Joe to confirm that all was going as planned, but that would have meant breaking the spell.
Joe watched helplessly as an oblivious Harry disappeared into thin air. He tossed the shattered chunks of his orb at the nearest tree and screamed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cold. Bone-Chilling cold. That's what Harry woke up to.
Harry cautiously opened a bleary eye and glanced around him. What he saw was a mass of white; snow. He shook his head to regain what sense he had left and looked about him again. He was in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. Thick layers of snow blanketed the ground and tree branches. He couldn't see anyone from where he was standing.
"Joe?" Harry's voice echoed through the empty forest. Where had the scoundrel gotten? Had something gone wrong? He'd worry about it later, a selfish part of his brain argued. He was so damn cold!
Looking down at his hands, he discovered why this was so. His gloves were gone! His winter cloak and boots were also among the missing. Had someone stolen them? It didn't seem logical; no one came in here. Not everyone, at least he reminded himself. With a shiver he remembered what he was here for. He had no idea how he was going to go about this. Joe had been sent for emotional support.but he was nowhere to be found. Something deep inside of him told him that something here was very wrong.
Sniff
The hair on the back of Harry's neck prickled. Somebody else was here.and it wasn't Joe. Harry wondered for a moment if he dared to turn around.
Sniff
Harry heard it again. His hand slowly crept to his pocket and closed around a long wooden stick.
Crunch
He closed his eyes. It was now or never.
Snort
3, 2, 1.
Harry leaped out from behind a tree that he was sure was the only reason this person hadn't noticed him. Wand held high, he looked up to face his attacker.
A stag.
The creature stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Nobody moved. Harry stared into its deep, empty black eyes. Empty eyes that held a glimmer of intelligence as they stared right back into Harry's deep green. All activity in the forest seemed to come to a stop. Human stared at animal. Animal stared back at human.
Then suddenly, the stag turned away and leaped over a dead log.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I still hear him screaming, "Where do I hide?"
And all he asks and I say, "Hurry inside"
A whole lot of memories.yours and not mine
And all he asks, and I say, "Hurry inside"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"And furthermore, the result of having the law of.JAMES POTTER!"
James opened a bleary eye and stared sleepily at Professor McGonagall. Man, was he tired. Maybe he shouldn't have stayed up all night with Moony. All he wanted to do was to go back to sleep, but one look from his transfiguration professor and he pushed himself up. McGonagall sighed.
"Class is dismissed. Mr. Potter, come up front and see me." James waited until everyone had gone, gave Sirius a look of confusion as he walked out the door, and went over to the professor.
"Mr. Potter, it seems to me that you have been dozing off in class," she started.
'Wow,' thought James, 'Talk about obvious.'
"In fact, Mr. Potter, I have also been informed that you drifted away during Herbology, Charms, and Potions," she continued. Busted.
"I'm sorry, Profe."
"Therefore, I'm giving you a one day pass. Get some sleep, James, you're starting to worry me." McGonagall gave him a sympathetic glance, told him he could go, and started to shuffle some papers. James stared wide- eyed at the blue slip of paper in his hand. He didn't believe his luck! For some reason, he was no longer tired.
~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
Yes. Everything was going perfectly. He had fallen for it. Old fool.
A young, blonde haired man sat in the corner of a dungeon, shooting tiny fireballs at passing flies. If it was possible for someone to die of boredom, he would. Only two more days. He didn't know how many more potions classes he could listen to before he went crazy. Only two more days.two more days.
The Dark Lord had told him that the ministry would send back an agent to protect the "target" once they got a whiff of what they were trying to do. He didn't know who the agent was, but he had a funny feeling that Lord Voldemort did. All he knew that that bloody agent somehow worked into their conspiracy.
Zit. Zit. Zit.
They would never know what hit them.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He said, she said.
No she don't
Be back before morning
And you know she won't
Well I remember that summer
Like yesterday
And I remember his mother
As he was dragged away
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
James sifted through the mess he called a trunk, throwing various items such as boxers, quills, and shirts left and right.
"Got it!" he exclaimed to no one. Triumphantly, he held up a silver hourglass hanging on a golden chain.
A time turner.
He had nicked it out of Filch's closet. Old bat probably didn't even know what it was. It had taken him two years to work up the courage to actually use the thing. Today was the day.
It wasn't exactly like he had no idea what he was doing. He had actually done some research. and found that this particular turner was special; it only went forward. In time, that is. Hours, maybe years with powerful dark magic. James, of coarse, was only going forward a few hours, just to get some peace and quiet to himself for a change.
"Well, here goes nothing," he muttered, slinging it over his neck and turning five times.
Suddenly, the world dissolved into a mass of swirling colors. He had the strangest feeling that he was being pulled forward, and he worked hard to keep his stomach in. Then, as quick as it had started, it stopped.
It was night; the room was pitch black. James could hear the faint snores of his fellow Gryffindors as he tiptoed quietly past them and out the door. He stole down the stairs quick as a flash and was out of the portrait hole.
~*~*~
The night air was refreshing against his bare skin, which was slowly turning blue. But James wasn't walking on foot. at least not in our sense. He was going as Prongs.
Prongs galloped down the sloping grounds, breathing the sweet, misty air that only the night could bring. The ground was soft and springy under his hooves, and the cool breeze brought the sounds of chirping crickets to the young stag's ears. Pure, total bliss.
Prongs did this more often than he would admit. He often found that sixth year was just too hectic. Sleep, eat, study, work, get yelled at by Lily, sleep eat, study, get yelled at by Lily, sleep.it was an endless cycle of boring, meaningless events. If there was a reason for all of this monotonous crap, James thought, then there bloody well better be a damn good reason for it.
Prongs threw his head back as he galloped in an attempt to shake the grumpiness out of his head. He needed to relax, and brooding on the less pleasant details of his life wasn't going to help.
He had reached the Forbidden Forest by now, but he didn't hesitate to plunge further into its depths. The word 'forbidden' worked the exact opposite of James Potter. Instead of meaning 'danger, stay away!' it meant 'come on, you know you want to!' James couldn't' t see what was so forbidden about it anyway. Nothing a sixth year couldn't handle.
"Joe?" a familiar voice echoed through the trees. Prongs stopped, ears pricked up, and stood stock-still. He could just barely hear a distant figure ambling around between two trees to his left. Cautiously, the stag turned his head and sniffed the air.
The figure stopped moving, having heard Prong's snort. James mentally cursed himself for being so careless. He couldn't risk being seen by the figure. The figure was an unknown person, but in the times of Voldemort, the unknown were the enemy. James was faced with a difficulty, as he couldn't run, but he couldn't stay either. He snorted in frustration.
That was a mistake.
Suddenly, a young man jumped out from behind a tree right in front of James. He was surprised, first of all, because he hadn't heard the man coming any closer. The man had his wand trained on him, a scared expression on his face. The man was a boy, probably not much older than James, though he had most certainly graduated from.where ever he went to school. But that wasn't the boy's most surprising feature.
Prongs tensed, as he looked closer at the man's face. Slowly, his eyes traveled from the messy, jet-black hair to the green eyes and down to the boy's nose. Familiar, round glasses rested on the boy's nose. And a frantic thought raced through the animagus' head.
He looks just like me.
James met the boys startling green eyes with his own currently black ones. His questioning and determined look was answered with.recognition? Fear?
Prongs stared at the boy for a precious few seconds, and then leapt over a log and toward the castle.
TBC
~*~Czech Chicka~*~