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Oliver wood stared at the time turner in his hands. Odd, he thought. Who would be carrying a time turner around? Being Oliver, he tossed it up in the air. "Uh-oh," he said as he caught it. Too late. Mr. Oliver wood was sent whirling into the future.
12 years in the future
Oliver rubbed his head. Where was he? A tall, thin brunette walked up to him and hugged him. "You're getting younger every day, aren't you?" she joked. Oliver stared at her. She was about 5'6, very thin; she had shoulder- length bushy hair and chocolate eyes. "Is something the matter?" she asked. "Who are you?" was all Oliver could manage to say. The girl blinked. "Is this a game?" she asked. When she saw that he was serious, she said, "It's me. You know, you're wife?"
"Wife?" Oliver laughed. "I'm only 17." She rolled her eyes. "You wish Mr. I'm-29-and-I-wish-I-was-still-17." A dreamy look crossed her face. "Those were the days. But we're all grown up now, you and me. All of us," she said. "Now let's go. We need to go to therapy." She got up and offered her hand. For a while, he stared at it. "Well?" she gave him a look. He took it. "What's your name?" he asked. She cocked her head. "Fine, Oliver. I'll play your little game." She said. "My name is Hermione Granger."
***
"Hermione Granger? No way!" Oliver blurted out. She put her hands on her hips. "Listen Oliver, this is all very amusing. Really, it is but I'm getting tired. Is there anything else you want to know?" she demanded. "Yes. Actually.how old are you?" Oliver asked. She sighed heavily. "I'm 25, you're 29. We've been married for 3 years now. We've got no kids but we're thinking of it, remember? You work as a professional quidditch player and I'm a housewife for now." she took a deep breath and went on, "We live in a house and we have a car and 2 brooms-" she paused and thought hard. "At least I think we have 2 brooms and a car but I think you bought another broom. Is that all?" He just looked at her, soaking up all the information she had given him. "Am I really married to Hermione Granger? The bookworm?"
"Oh yes, thank you very much. The popular quidditch captain is married to the bookworm. Fascinating, really Oliver, are you done yet?" He shook his head. "I'm really 29? And you.you're Hermione Granger?" She nodded. "Yep, the one and only." Suddenly, something hit Oliver. "What-what year is this?" Hermione gave him a goofy grin. "It's 2010," she said. (A/N: just pretend he's 29 in 2010. Sorry! () "2010! Are you crazy?" Oliver exclaimed. "I don't believe you!" Hermione glared at her 'husband'. "Oliver! Stop!" she screamed. He did. "Is this really 2010? Are you really Hermione Granger?" he asked slowly. Hermione nodded. "Yes, I am! Yes, it is! Will you please stop? Now tell me, Oliver. Have you lost your memory?" Hermione asked. He shook his head. "No. I'm from the past."
Hermione broken into fits of laughter. "Past? What, you had a time-turner or something?" Oliver nodded. "And you flipped it in the air?" Hermione continued, still giggling. "Yes, as a matter of fact I did," Oliver said. Hermione laughed harder. "And you caught it and was sent tumbling into the future? That's a riot!" Oliver stared at her. "Y-you're serious? I mean.you- "
"I'm from the past. I found a time turner lying on the floor and I picked it up and tossed it in the air and next thing I know, I'm here. With.you." Hermione stopped laughing at once. "Oh my.oh my gosh.Oliver how old are you? I mean you now?" she asked. "Well right now I'm seventeen." Oliver started. "And I'm hopelessly lost and confused. Hermione, is it? Tell me how to get back."
"I don't have my time-turner with me right now but it's in the house. I promise, after therapy we'll go home and I'll let you have it." Oliver scratched his head. "Where is the 29 year old Oliver?" he asked. "I should like to see myself 12 years from now." Hermione shrugged. "Actually, you are supposed to be in your parents' house. Can we go now? I'm late." Hermione glanced at her watch and tapped her foot impatiently. "Why are you going to therapy?" Oliver asked. Hermione frowned. "Well, since you don't know," she said. "I'm anorexic."
**
Hermione sat down in the waiting room with Oliver beside her. "Why aren't you going in yet?" Oliver asked stupidly. "It's not my turn." She simply said. He nodded and pretended to be absorbed with the counter. Suddenly, he felt a light hand on his arm. "Oliver," Hermione said. "Am I okay?" Oliver was confused. "Are you okay?" Hermione nodded. "I mean, are you okay? With you know, me?" "What do mean?" "I know you're shocked. I mean.I saw your face when I said I was your wife." she trailed off and set her eyes downcast. "Oh." Oliver said. "Are you really my wife? I mean, in the future?" "Well this is the future, now is it? And yes, I'm really Hermione Granger Wood. Are you okay with that?" He turned to look at her. She was quite pretty, except the fact that she was very thin. "I think so, yes." He took both her hands in his strong ones and looked into her heed chocolate eyes. "You'll be okay." he assured her. She gave a small weak smile and hugged him.
After therapy, she and Oliver had lunch at the three broomsticks. "So tell me; how far off are we in the past?" Hermione asked, taking a long sip of her butterbeer. "I don't know. I never really talked to you." Oliver replied. "Why not?" "I don't know, really." Hermione nodded and set her mug down, staring hard at Oliver. "Can I ask you something?" she said. "You just did," Oliver replied smartly. Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked him playfully on the arm. "No silly. Listen, since Oliver-I mean you won't be here tomorrow in time for that big party Ginny and Draco are throwing, I was wondering if you could stay until tomorrow night and come with me?" "What do you mean I won't be here?" "29-year-old Oliver will still be at his parents' house and I promised Ginny you'd come. So since you are Oliver, just from the past, you could come with me. Only if you'd like, though." Oliver smiled brightly. "Why not? I want to see how everyone turned out."
Oliver wood stared at the time turner in his hands. Odd, he thought. Who would be carrying a time turner around? Being Oliver, he tossed it up in the air. "Uh-oh," he said as he caught it. Too late. Mr. Oliver wood was sent whirling into the future.
12 years in the future
Oliver rubbed his head. Where was he? A tall, thin brunette walked up to him and hugged him. "You're getting younger every day, aren't you?" she joked. Oliver stared at her. She was about 5'6, very thin; she had shoulder- length bushy hair and chocolate eyes. "Is something the matter?" she asked. "Who are you?" was all Oliver could manage to say. The girl blinked. "Is this a game?" she asked. When she saw that he was serious, she said, "It's me. You know, you're wife?"
"Wife?" Oliver laughed. "I'm only 17." She rolled her eyes. "You wish Mr. I'm-29-and-I-wish-I-was-still-17." A dreamy look crossed her face. "Those were the days. But we're all grown up now, you and me. All of us," she said. "Now let's go. We need to go to therapy." She got up and offered her hand. For a while, he stared at it. "Well?" she gave him a look. He took it. "What's your name?" he asked. She cocked her head. "Fine, Oliver. I'll play your little game." She said. "My name is Hermione Granger."
***
"Hermione Granger? No way!" Oliver blurted out. She put her hands on her hips. "Listen Oliver, this is all very amusing. Really, it is but I'm getting tired. Is there anything else you want to know?" she demanded. "Yes. Actually.how old are you?" Oliver asked. She sighed heavily. "I'm 25, you're 29. We've been married for 3 years now. We've got no kids but we're thinking of it, remember? You work as a professional quidditch player and I'm a housewife for now." she took a deep breath and went on, "We live in a house and we have a car and 2 brooms-" she paused and thought hard. "At least I think we have 2 brooms and a car but I think you bought another broom. Is that all?" He just looked at her, soaking up all the information she had given him. "Am I really married to Hermione Granger? The bookworm?"
"Oh yes, thank you very much. The popular quidditch captain is married to the bookworm. Fascinating, really Oliver, are you done yet?" He shook his head. "I'm really 29? And you.you're Hermione Granger?" She nodded. "Yep, the one and only." Suddenly, something hit Oliver. "What-what year is this?" Hermione gave him a goofy grin. "It's 2010," she said. (A/N: just pretend he's 29 in 2010. Sorry! () "2010! Are you crazy?" Oliver exclaimed. "I don't believe you!" Hermione glared at her 'husband'. "Oliver! Stop!" she screamed. He did. "Is this really 2010? Are you really Hermione Granger?" he asked slowly. Hermione nodded. "Yes, I am! Yes, it is! Will you please stop? Now tell me, Oliver. Have you lost your memory?" Hermione asked. He shook his head. "No. I'm from the past."
Hermione broken into fits of laughter. "Past? What, you had a time-turner or something?" Oliver nodded. "And you flipped it in the air?" Hermione continued, still giggling. "Yes, as a matter of fact I did," Oliver said. Hermione laughed harder. "And you caught it and was sent tumbling into the future? That's a riot!" Oliver stared at her. "Y-you're serious? I mean.you- "
"I'm from the past. I found a time turner lying on the floor and I picked it up and tossed it in the air and next thing I know, I'm here. With.you." Hermione stopped laughing at once. "Oh my.oh my gosh.Oliver how old are you? I mean you now?" she asked. "Well right now I'm seventeen." Oliver started. "And I'm hopelessly lost and confused. Hermione, is it? Tell me how to get back."
"I don't have my time-turner with me right now but it's in the house. I promise, after therapy we'll go home and I'll let you have it." Oliver scratched his head. "Where is the 29 year old Oliver?" he asked. "I should like to see myself 12 years from now." Hermione shrugged. "Actually, you are supposed to be in your parents' house. Can we go now? I'm late." Hermione glanced at her watch and tapped her foot impatiently. "Why are you going to therapy?" Oliver asked. Hermione frowned. "Well, since you don't know," she said. "I'm anorexic."
**
Hermione sat down in the waiting room with Oliver beside her. "Why aren't you going in yet?" Oliver asked stupidly. "It's not my turn." She simply said. He nodded and pretended to be absorbed with the counter. Suddenly, he felt a light hand on his arm. "Oliver," Hermione said. "Am I okay?" Oliver was confused. "Are you okay?" Hermione nodded. "I mean, are you okay? With you know, me?" "What do mean?" "I know you're shocked. I mean.I saw your face when I said I was your wife." she trailed off and set her eyes downcast. "Oh." Oliver said. "Are you really my wife? I mean, in the future?" "Well this is the future, now is it? And yes, I'm really Hermione Granger Wood. Are you okay with that?" He turned to look at her. She was quite pretty, except the fact that she was very thin. "I think so, yes." He took both her hands in his strong ones and looked into her heed chocolate eyes. "You'll be okay." he assured her. She gave a small weak smile and hugged him.
After therapy, she and Oliver had lunch at the three broomsticks. "So tell me; how far off are we in the past?" Hermione asked, taking a long sip of her butterbeer. "I don't know. I never really talked to you." Oliver replied. "Why not?" "I don't know, really." Hermione nodded and set her mug down, staring hard at Oliver. "Can I ask you something?" she said. "You just did," Oliver replied smartly. Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked him playfully on the arm. "No silly. Listen, since Oliver-I mean you won't be here tomorrow in time for that big party Ginny and Draco are throwing, I was wondering if you could stay until tomorrow night and come with me?" "What do you mean I won't be here?" "29-year-old Oliver will still be at his parents' house and I promised Ginny you'd come. So since you are Oliver, just from the past, you could come with me. Only if you'd like, though." Oliver smiled brightly. "Why not? I want to see how everyone turned out."