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Chapter 14: "Father and Son"
Harry couldn't believe what was happening. Hermione still hasn't awakened, and the doctors still have no news about their diagnosis. Time was running fast, and Hermione was slowly losing her life. As he held her hand, he wished that he could just give her all his energy. He was just so tired of waiting. He was tired of people telling him to 'hang in there.' Somehow, he felt that he too, like Hermione, was slipping into death. And nothing seemed strong enough to hold on to.
"Harry," called a voice from behind him. It was Professor Dumbledore. "I need to speak with you and Mr. Malfoy for a moment," he said.
Harry stood up from the chair that he put up beside Hermione's bed, kissed Hermione's hand, and followed Professor Dumbledore outside.
"What is it, Professor?" he asked.
"Mr. Malfoy is waiting in Wellington's office. I'll be with you in a short while," Dumbledore said.
Harry wasn't sure of what was going on. He only hoped they had found a cure for Hermione. Then again, why was Dumbledore calling him and Draco? He shook the thought off his head. It couldn't be. Dumbledore wouldn't just let Hermione die, would he?
Harry turned the corner and found Wellington's office. Opening the door, he did found Draco there. He was sitting on a dark green leather couch, rather silent and seemed at a loss. He didn't even notice that Harry had entered.
Harry sat down beside Draco and patted Draco's shoulder. "I have faith in Dumbledore. And you should, too."
Draco looked up at him and Harry saw that his eyes were swollen from crying. "Don't worry, I will," he answered.
Harry nodded and they sat there quietly, until Dumbledore arrived. Draco looked up and gasped when he saw who Dumbledore came in with.
"Dylan?" he exclaimed.
"You know him?" Harry asked.
"He's in Slytherin," Draco replied, straightening up from his seat, "I just hope he doesn't have anything to do with what happened to Hermione."
Dylan took a large gulp.
"Now, now. Let's all take a moment to get to know our visitor," Dumbledore said as he took a seat behind Wellington's desk.
"Visitor? Professor, what are you talking about? Who's he?" asked Harry
"Let's just say Mr. Watson doesn't come from around here," said Dumbledore.
"He's a muggle, then."
"He's not a muggle. He came from a wealthy wizard family, just like me. What I don't understand is, what is he doing here?" Draco butted in.
Harry knitted his eyebrows. "Wait. You're the guy who grabbed Hermione by the hallway! She said you might be related," Harry said.
"Related? Hermione and Dylan?" Draco asked. "That's not possible!"
"That's what I told her."
Dylan was stuck on the very spot he was standing. Not only was he being interrogated by Harry and Draco, he was also being watched by Dumbledore.
"Dylan, why don't you speak? Why did Professor Dumbledore take you here?" Draco asked.
But Dylan was out of words. Draco's penetrating stare and Harry's anxious gaze rendered him speechless. Dylan turned his head to Dumbledore for support. But Dumbledore only gave him a nod.
"In that very short span of time that Mr. Watson and I made eye contact, we have come into an agreement that I would do the talking on his behalf," Dumbledore said, breaking the silence.
"But Professor, why don't you let him tell us what's going on?"
"Because you might not believe what he is going to say if it came from his mouth," Dumbledore said.
Dumbledore stood up and moved around the desk, approaching Dylan's side. Resting his hand on Dylan's shoulder, making Dylan feel all the more uneasy, he spoke, "To start off, Harry, I believe you have some knowledge about devices that allow people to travel back in time."
Harry looked at him incredulously. "Professor, are you talking about the Time Turner?"
"Wait! What does that have to do with Dylan?" Draco butted in.
Dumbledore looked from Harry to Draco. "Mr. Watson here, as it may sound unbelievable, came from the future."
***
Ron was watching over Hermione from behind the door when Mrs. Granger arrived. It was evident that she had been crying and Ron knew she needed support.
Giving Mrs. Granger a hug, Ron whispered to her ear, "I know Hermione's strong. She'll fight this."
Drawing back from the embrace, Ron saw that Mrs. Granger had finally smiled. Ron took her hand and led her to the bench.
"I've always seen Hermione as a fighter. When she was just a young girl, she would ignore every time she would fall down and get wounded. She would just smile and say that it would heal anyway. And they did heal, oftentimes faster than usual," Mrs. Granger said.
"That's because Hermione always had magic inside of her," Ron said.
"Do you know how proud her father and I are that Hermione is our daughter? You couldn't imagine how happy we were when she received her letter. We never really thought that she was a witch. Though she would occasionally show some signs of magic, especially whenever she's angry, or afraid. Hermione's the best thing that happened in our lives."
"She's also the best thing that happened at Hogwarts, Mrs. Granger. Well, aside from Harry," Ron said.
Smiling, Mrs. Granger opened the purse she was carrying and took out what appeared to be a small picture. "Do you know who this is?"
Ron leaned forward to get a better look at the image. "Is that Hermione's grandma?"
"She most certainly is," Mrs. Granger said. "I think it was from her that Hermione inherited her magic."
"I bet she was as kindhearted, clever and powerful as Hermione," Ron said.
"Actually, she was," said Mrs. Granger, smiling at the picture.
***
"The future?" Harry and Draco said in unison.
"Unless you have hearing ailments, I can very well say that you both heard me correctly," Dumbledore said.
Both Harry and Draco were staring at Dylan like he was some strange display from a museum.
"So, who are you, Hermione's daughter?" Harry joked. Dylan's eyes widened when he heard this. Harry turned serious. "I was just joking."
"You're-you're Hermione's son?" Draco asked.
"Her future son," Dylan answered.
"This is crazy," Harry commented.
"It's the truth," Dylan replied.
"I knew there was something different about him when Professor McGonagall and I found out that he wasn't in the original list of students," Dumbledore said. "And when I passed by him once by the corridor."
Dumbledore turned to look at Draco. "Mr. Malfoy, do you remember the time Mr. Watson just suddenly vanished after you saw him grabbing Hermione?"
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Yes. Now that you've mentioned it."
"Where did you think Mr. Watson go?"
"I thought he escaped or something."
"Well, he didn't escape Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said. "As Mr. Watson had told me, he and Hermione were on the other hallway when you saw them. Then, after you commanded him to stay away from her, he just disappeared. You might have thought that he just hid under the shadows and escaped when you couldn't see him. But the moment you stepped onto that hallway, you, Mr. Malfoy, made him disappear."
"I don't understand, Professor," Draco replied, obviously bewildered by what he was being told. Harry himself, couldn't understand what Dumbledore what saying.
"Let me explain," Dumbledore said, returning to his seat and gesturing for Dylan to take one as well. "Dylan did not travel through a Time Turner, because that would have been impossible. He came from a distant future, about 16 years from now. The Time Turner doesn't have that power. Fortunately for him, his father possesses a book that contained a spell, that when modified, would take him years into the past and be able to exist in that time. But as expected, the book was illegal, so as the magic it contained. When Dylan traveled back in time, he caused a rip in the time- space continuum, damaging its balance."
"And what is the effect of damaging the time-space continuum?" Harry asked.
"Worse than you could ever imagine," Dumbledore answered.
"Then why did his father allow him to use the spell?" Harry asked.
"Maybe his father didn't know," Draco answered.
"What?"
Draco looked from Professor Dumbledore to Harry.
"Only one family possesses a book that contains that kind of powerful black magic," Draco said.
"Draco, what are you talking about? And how do you know about this?" Harry asked.
"Because my grandfather wrote that book," he said. "And it is currently in the possession of my father. And sooner or later, it will be passed down to me."
Draco rested his back on the couch and stared up the ceiling. "I'm Dylan's father!"
Chapter 14: "Father and Son"
Harry couldn't believe what was happening. Hermione still hasn't awakened, and the doctors still have no news about their diagnosis. Time was running fast, and Hermione was slowly losing her life. As he held her hand, he wished that he could just give her all his energy. He was just so tired of waiting. He was tired of people telling him to 'hang in there.' Somehow, he felt that he too, like Hermione, was slipping into death. And nothing seemed strong enough to hold on to.
"Harry," called a voice from behind him. It was Professor Dumbledore. "I need to speak with you and Mr. Malfoy for a moment," he said.
Harry stood up from the chair that he put up beside Hermione's bed, kissed Hermione's hand, and followed Professor Dumbledore outside.
"What is it, Professor?" he asked.
"Mr. Malfoy is waiting in Wellington's office. I'll be with you in a short while," Dumbledore said.
Harry wasn't sure of what was going on. He only hoped they had found a cure for Hermione. Then again, why was Dumbledore calling him and Draco? He shook the thought off his head. It couldn't be. Dumbledore wouldn't just let Hermione die, would he?
Harry turned the corner and found Wellington's office. Opening the door, he did found Draco there. He was sitting on a dark green leather couch, rather silent and seemed at a loss. He didn't even notice that Harry had entered.
Harry sat down beside Draco and patted Draco's shoulder. "I have faith in Dumbledore. And you should, too."
Draco looked up at him and Harry saw that his eyes were swollen from crying. "Don't worry, I will," he answered.
Harry nodded and they sat there quietly, until Dumbledore arrived. Draco looked up and gasped when he saw who Dumbledore came in with.
"Dylan?" he exclaimed.
"You know him?" Harry asked.
"He's in Slytherin," Draco replied, straightening up from his seat, "I just hope he doesn't have anything to do with what happened to Hermione."
Dylan took a large gulp.
"Now, now. Let's all take a moment to get to know our visitor," Dumbledore said as he took a seat behind Wellington's desk.
"Visitor? Professor, what are you talking about? Who's he?" asked Harry
"Let's just say Mr. Watson doesn't come from around here," said Dumbledore.
"He's a muggle, then."
"He's not a muggle. He came from a wealthy wizard family, just like me. What I don't understand is, what is he doing here?" Draco butted in.
Harry knitted his eyebrows. "Wait. You're the guy who grabbed Hermione by the hallway! She said you might be related," Harry said.
"Related? Hermione and Dylan?" Draco asked. "That's not possible!"
"That's what I told her."
Dylan was stuck on the very spot he was standing. Not only was he being interrogated by Harry and Draco, he was also being watched by Dumbledore.
"Dylan, why don't you speak? Why did Professor Dumbledore take you here?" Draco asked.
But Dylan was out of words. Draco's penetrating stare and Harry's anxious gaze rendered him speechless. Dylan turned his head to Dumbledore for support. But Dumbledore only gave him a nod.
"In that very short span of time that Mr. Watson and I made eye contact, we have come into an agreement that I would do the talking on his behalf," Dumbledore said, breaking the silence.
"But Professor, why don't you let him tell us what's going on?"
"Because you might not believe what he is going to say if it came from his mouth," Dumbledore said.
Dumbledore stood up and moved around the desk, approaching Dylan's side. Resting his hand on Dylan's shoulder, making Dylan feel all the more uneasy, he spoke, "To start off, Harry, I believe you have some knowledge about devices that allow people to travel back in time."
Harry looked at him incredulously. "Professor, are you talking about the Time Turner?"
"Wait! What does that have to do with Dylan?" Draco butted in.
Dumbledore looked from Harry to Draco. "Mr. Watson here, as it may sound unbelievable, came from the future."
***
Ron was watching over Hermione from behind the door when Mrs. Granger arrived. It was evident that she had been crying and Ron knew she needed support.
Giving Mrs. Granger a hug, Ron whispered to her ear, "I know Hermione's strong. She'll fight this."
Drawing back from the embrace, Ron saw that Mrs. Granger had finally smiled. Ron took her hand and led her to the bench.
"I've always seen Hermione as a fighter. When she was just a young girl, she would ignore every time she would fall down and get wounded. She would just smile and say that it would heal anyway. And they did heal, oftentimes faster than usual," Mrs. Granger said.
"That's because Hermione always had magic inside of her," Ron said.
"Do you know how proud her father and I are that Hermione is our daughter? You couldn't imagine how happy we were when she received her letter. We never really thought that she was a witch. Though she would occasionally show some signs of magic, especially whenever she's angry, or afraid. Hermione's the best thing that happened in our lives."
"She's also the best thing that happened at Hogwarts, Mrs. Granger. Well, aside from Harry," Ron said.
Smiling, Mrs. Granger opened the purse she was carrying and took out what appeared to be a small picture. "Do you know who this is?"
Ron leaned forward to get a better look at the image. "Is that Hermione's grandma?"
"She most certainly is," Mrs. Granger said. "I think it was from her that Hermione inherited her magic."
"I bet she was as kindhearted, clever and powerful as Hermione," Ron said.
"Actually, she was," said Mrs. Granger, smiling at the picture.
***
"The future?" Harry and Draco said in unison.
"Unless you have hearing ailments, I can very well say that you both heard me correctly," Dumbledore said.
Both Harry and Draco were staring at Dylan like he was some strange display from a museum.
"So, who are you, Hermione's daughter?" Harry joked. Dylan's eyes widened when he heard this. Harry turned serious. "I was just joking."
"You're-you're Hermione's son?" Draco asked.
"Her future son," Dylan answered.
"This is crazy," Harry commented.
"It's the truth," Dylan replied.
"I knew there was something different about him when Professor McGonagall and I found out that he wasn't in the original list of students," Dumbledore said. "And when I passed by him once by the corridor."
Dumbledore turned to look at Draco. "Mr. Malfoy, do you remember the time Mr. Watson just suddenly vanished after you saw him grabbing Hermione?"
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Yes. Now that you've mentioned it."
"Where did you think Mr. Watson go?"
"I thought he escaped or something."
"Well, he didn't escape Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said. "As Mr. Watson had told me, he and Hermione were on the other hallway when you saw them. Then, after you commanded him to stay away from her, he just disappeared. You might have thought that he just hid under the shadows and escaped when you couldn't see him. But the moment you stepped onto that hallway, you, Mr. Malfoy, made him disappear."
"I don't understand, Professor," Draco replied, obviously bewildered by what he was being told. Harry himself, couldn't understand what Dumbledore what saying.
"Let me explain," Dumbledore said, returning to his seat and gesturing for Dylan to take one as well. "Dylan did not travel through a Time Turner, because that would have been impossible. He came from a distant future, about 16 years from now. The Time Turner doesn't have that power. Fortunately for him, his father possesses a book that contained a spell, that when modified, would take him years into the past and be able to exist in that time. But as expected, the book was illegal, so as the magic it contained. When Dylan traveled back in time, he caused a rip in the time- space continuum, damaging its balance."
"And what is the effect of damaging the time-space continuum?" Harry asked.
"Worse than you could ever imagine," Dumbledore answered.
"Then why did his father allow him to use the spell?" Harry asked.
"Maybe his father didn't know," Draco answered.
"What?"
Draco looked from Professor Dumbledore to Harry.
"Only one family possesses a book that contains that kind of powerful black magic," Draco said.
"Draco, what are you talking about? And how do you know about this?" Harry asked.
"Because my grandfather wrote that book," he said. "And it is currently in the possession of my father. And sooner or later, it will be passed down to me."
Draco rested his back on the couch and stared up the ceiling. "I'm Dylan's father!"