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*Chapter 2*
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"Mum. Dad?"
~*~
Was that who she was with before she got, well, whatever happened to her? This question began to run through all three teenager's heads, along with numerous others.
Who is she?
She looks like Hermione!... huh. where did that come from?
Is she hurt?
What happened!?
Why does everything always happen to me!?
"What are we going to do!?" It was the first spoken words since the girl had come tumbling out of the sky. Hermione bent down towards the girl, she was shaking.
"Who ever she is I think we should help her." Ron declared in a rather steady voice, considering he was shaking like a leaf. Harry nodded his head in agreement.
"Mum?" No more words were needed. Grimly, Mrs. Weasley levitated the girl and hurried her inside. cake and food forgotten.
~*~
*Fayle's point of view, from when she was sucked into the cauldron*
I couldn't believe it. I could actually feel myself disappear, and not only that, but I could feel myself being sucked down into the cauldron. and into the. picture. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't work, nothing would, I was frozen, kind of like I was frozen in time.
There was a huge burst of color (AN: There's that burst of light thing again.¬_¬,) and for a split second I saw stars and planets, but I was going so fast that everything was a blur, I wasn't sure.
It felt like I was being sucked down a black hole. Unlike most wizards I was actually interested in muggle science, and I knew quite a bit about astronomy, but now was not the time for this!
I'd read somewhere that black holes were portals. through time. Was that true!? I mentally gulped, what had I gotten myself into!
But, wait a second. If I was being sucked down a black hole wouldn't I have been squashed flat by now, compressed so tightly by the force that I would be dead? Why would I even be down a black hole to begin with!?
What did my potion do!!??
It was useless and I knew it. As far as I knew nobody could mind-read and my vocal chords were frozen, like the rest of me.
The sucking stopped. Instead I felt gravity take hold, because I was obviously not standing on anything, and I plummeted down.
Colors, sounds, smells, and movement, all came flooding back and for a second I saw myself floating above a party. the same party in my picture. except the whole thing was rather translucent, like it was detached. or maybe I was detached. Then, the air seemed to split in two and through the crack I saw the party scene with clarity, before I was sucked through.
Finding my voice I managed to let out a piercing scream, enough to make any howler monkey proud. (AN: Ya, I know, lame simile. sort of simile. heh. ) I fell to the ground and landed with a sickening crash. The last thing my brain registered before I fainted was a bushy haired young girl and a messy, black haired boy. with green eyes. With my last breath I managed to gasp out,
"Mum. Dad?"
~*~
*Back to Harry, Hermione, and Ron's point of view*
"Do you think she'll be okay!?" Harry glanced worriedly down at the pale looking girl lying on the couch in front of him. He didn't know why, but he felt a strange sort of kinship to this young, innocent looking girl, though he dismissed it hurriedly. He glanced between the girl and Hermione.
Harry didn't know why, but he'd slowly began to think of Hermione more and more. He was very confused, but he'd think about that later, now was not the time.
"Ung!"
"Shh! Look, she's waking up!" Hermione peered anxiously over the groaning girl. She blinked slowly, and then opened her eyes. She looked around, a bit bewildered, then her gaze focused solely on Harry. She stared at him a bit, then blinked repeatedly. Harry stared back, curious.
"Are you alright? What's your name?" Hermione smiled down at her kindly. The girl's head jerked around to stare at her. She sat up slowly.
". "
"Can you speak?"
". of course!" The girl replied indignantly, her momentary confusion forgotten.
"Then what's your name, if you tell us, perhaps we can find your parents. do you know what happened back there?"
"Uh. " The girl looked at Hermione, almost dazedly, before replying, "My name? Name. um. Fayle. "
"Fayle." Harry looked at her, "That's a pretty name, I like that." Hermione rolled her eyes, while the girl. Fayle. goggled at him.
"What's your last name?"
"Um. can I plead momentary amnesia?" Fayle directed her answer at Harry, even though it was Hermione that had asked the question. Hermione sighed.
"Looks like we won't get much out of you, but do you have any idea as to what happened?"
"Yea. sort of. but I can't tell you!" Fayle looked pretty determined, so Harry decided not to press her.
"Well, I suppose we can talk later, but what to do with you?" Hermione pondered.
"Well, I suppose she can stay here, she doesn't seem like too much of a threat. " Ron had kept quite throughout the interrogation, but now he spoke up. "I hardly doubt she could be a death eater or something, I mean, look!"
"Death eater! Me!?" Fayle looked ready to blow. Already she was settling in. "Can I have some cake? Is it chocolate?" She glanced between Hermione and Harry.
"Uh. sure why not. hey! How'd you know that it was my birthday?" Harry stared at Fayle. Fayle pointed to the presents and suddenly looked so much like Hermione when she was about to start one of her isn't-it-obvious lectures. More and more, Fayle was starting to remind Harry of Hermione, and not just by looks, but by personality too. She also reminded him of someone else, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. It was strange, Harry felt like he knew this girl. yet he'd never seen her before in his life. He shook his head, he'd puzzle it out later, but for now, he needed to stop this girl before she started up. because knowing Hermione, she'd go on and on and on. It seemed that someone else had already gotten to it before hand.
"Heh. um, here, cake! Don't talk, eat!" Ron hastily shoved a piece of (lo and behold) chocolate cake before Fayle, who stared at him curiously. It seemed he'd also recognized the signs too. Fayle dug happily into the chocolate cake and devoured it like there was no tomorrow.
"Here Harry, you never opened my present!"
"Oops! Sorry Hermione, got a little sidetracked I guess." Harry grinned sheepishly. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Didn't we all?" She retorted. Harry smiled and picked up the package. He slowly un-wrapped it to find a slightly smaller package tucked on top of the bigger one. He opened the bigger package first at urgings from Hermione. Inside was a book, Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hermione blushed slightly, and Ron snorted.
"With You-Know-Who back to power, I just thought it might come in handy. "
"Thanx Hermione!" Harry beamed. No one noticed Fayle looking at the book rather strangely.
Next, Harry picked up the smaller package. He unwrapped it to find a box, the type that you find at a jewelry store. Apparently Ron came to the same conclusion.
"Jewelry Hermione? In case you hadn't noticed, but boys DON'T wear jewelry!" Ron was scowling. Hermione blushed a crimson shade and hung her head. Harry glared at Ron angrily. He opened the box, inside was a ring.
"I-it's n-not wh-what you think!"
"I think it's exactly what I think!" Ron stared at the ring scandalized. "Have you two been going out and not telling me?" By this time both Harry and Hermione were brilliant shades of red and Ron was turning blue. Fayle then did the most natural thing to do in a situation like this. she laughed.
"Haa ha ha haa ha!!" She giggled insanely for a minute or two before noticing the odd stares she was getting from all three teenagers. Fayle remembered her mother telling her of the time that Uncle Ron thought that she was proposing to Harry, on his fifteenth birthday. To hear it was one thing, to actually see it, well, that was another. She wiped small tears from her eyes.
"This is *gasp*, just too funny! *gasp* I can't believe you guys! I mean hearing about this was one thing, but actually seeing it. oops!" Fayle cut off abruptly, and blushed a furious red.
"Hear what!?"
"See what!?"
"Nothing!!"
"Um, Hermione, why did you get me a ring?" Harry stared quizzically at Hermione.
"Oh." She blushed again, "It's a protection ring. You wear it around your neck on a chain, or on your finger. and whenever you're in immediate danger, it glows red. I also had your name engraved in it." She added as an afterthought, still blushing furiously.
"So it's not an engagement ring?" Ron asked sheepishly. Hermione and Harry turned white.
"ENGAGEMENT RING!!??"
"Heh, forget I said anything." Ron muttered, "But still. a ring?"
"I like it!" Harry proclaimed defensively.
"You mean you like Hermione." Ron muttered under his breath, but, of course, Harry heard. Fortunately, Hermione didn't.
"W-wh-what!!??" He spluttered. "Ron," he added, much more calmly. "Do you want to die?"
"Uh, no?"
"Good. Because you're about to now!" Harry jumped up; ring momentarily forgotten and Ron took it as his que to leave.
"Ahhhhhh!!! Hermione HEEELLLPPP!!!!"
"Boys are so immature!" Hermione rolled her eyes at Fayle.
"Totally." She nodded her head in agreement.
~*~
*Fayle's point of view, from when she woke up*
I was lying on something soft, of that much I was sure. For some reason, it smelled vaguely familiar. I heard voices in the back round, I distinctly picked out my mother's voice, and Uncle Ron's, but the third was unfamiliar. I couldn't place it. They were arguing, like they usually do, mum and Uncle Ron. I could quite make out what they were saying though.
Maybe that strange voice was a doctor. Perhaps the whole deal with going back in time was just a very vivid dream? I wasn't sure; it had all seemed so real. The voices were getting louder, perhaps getting closer. I could almost make them out. The first voice I heard was of that of the. doctor? Family friend? Hmm.
"Do you think she'll be okay!?"
What had happened? Did I hit my head on the cauldron and black out? I distinctly remember Robby bursting through the door, it was him, after all, that made me drop my picture. oh no! My picture! I tried to speak.
"Ung!"
Well, that went well. I felt someone bend over me.
"Shh! Look, she's waking up!"
It was my mother, but, now that I actually thought about it. she sounded a bit different. younger, almost. I tried to open my eyes, and succeeded. I almost shut them again when a blinding light hit my pupils, but a head moved in the way and I had to blink repeatedly to clear my vision.
My first thought was, this is not my bed, but soon, that was the last thing on my mind. I looked around slowly. Three people stood over me, but my gaze only rested on one.
Harry.
Harry Potter.
My Father.
Fifteen, and standing right there in front of me.
I stared. He stared back, curiously. I think I was in shock.
"Are you alright? What's your name?"
It was my mother's voice. I quickly jerked my head around to stare at her. I was about to open my mouth to reply, with my usual, of course, when I decided not to. It wasn't my mother. Well, okay, it was my mother, but not my mother. to make this simple; it was my fifteen-year-old mother! I sat up slowly, my jaw dropped open.
". "
"Can you speak?"
". of course!" I answered indignantly. What did she take me for!? I'm not mute! Although, this whole situation might have been a lot easier if I was.
"Then what's your name, if you tell us, perhaps we can find your parents. do you know what happened back there?"
My name!? But. she's my mother. or will be. I was beginning to suspect what was happening, and just to confirm my suspicions; I saw a fifteen-year-old Uncle Ron, and a pile of presents. My father's fifteenth birthday, which was the photo that fell into the cauldron. Had I invented a time traveling potion!? If so, I was famous! I almost cracked a smile, before remembering where I was. I decided to play along. I remembered what my mother. the girl standing before me, had said. She'd told be that changing the past could irrevocably change the future. and usually for the worst. That was why time travel was so dangerous. I mustn't let them know who I was, though I would have given anything to just burst into tears and fling myself at my father and never let go again.
"Uh. " I pretended to look at my mother, almost dazedly, before replying, "My name? Name. um. Fayle. " Oh yes, I was da bomb! They totally bought it! I'd have to inquire about acting classes when I got back. if I got back. I mentally shuddered, and pushed the thought to that back of my head.
"Fayle." He looked at me, my father, "That's a pretty name, I like that." Mum rolled her eyes, while I proceeded to goggle at him. This was no act, he was actually speaking! Well, duh! He's not "dead" yet! I'd have to act more normally around him.
"What's your last name?"
"Um. can I plead momentary amnesia?" I directed my answer at father, even though it was mum who'd asked the question. Mum sighed.
"Looks like we won't get much out of you, but do you have any idea as to what happened?"
"Yea. sort of. but I can't tell you!" I must have looked pretty determined, because father decided not to press me.
"Well, I suppose we can talk later, but what to do with you?" Did I ever mention how funny Mum looks when she's pondering?
"Well, I suppose she can stay here, she doesn't seem like too much of a threat. " Uncle Ron had kept quite throughout the interrogation, but now he spoke up. "I hardly doubt she could be a death eater or something, I mean, look!"
"Death eater! Me!?" How could they!? I was their daughter for crying out loud, of course, they didn't know that. but still! I probably looked ready to blow. I decided to change the subject.
"Can I have some cake? Is it chocolate?" I glanced between Mum and Dad.
"Uh. sure why not. hey! How'd you know that it was my birthday?" Dad stared at me. I sighed; some people were so thick sometimes. I pointed to the presents and was about to start one of my isn't-it-obvious lectures, but Uncle Ron decided to put a stop to it, before I could start.
"Heh. um, here, cake! Don't talk, eat!" He hastily shoved a piece of (lo and behold) chocolate cake before me. I mentally grinned and dug happily into the chocolate cake and devoured it like there was no tomorrow.
"Here Harry, you never opened my present!"
I glanced up. Mum was giving Dad his birthday present. wait, if this was his fifteenth birthday, and this was mum's present then. oh goody! This should be good!
"Oops! Sorry Hermione, got a little sidetracked I guess." Dad grinned sheepishly. Mum rolled her eyes. So like her.
"Didn't we all?" She retorted. Dad smiled and picked up the package. He slowly un-wrapped it to find a slightly smaller package tucked on top of the bigger one. He opened the bigger package first at urgings from Mum. Inside was a book, Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. Mum blushed slightly, and Uncle Ron snorted.
"With You-Know-Who back to power, I just thought it might come in handy. "
"Thanx Hermione!" Dad beamed. No one noticed me looking at the book rather strangely. Of course they wouldn't! Some people are so oblivious!
Next, Dad picked up the smaller package. He unwrapped it to find a box, the type that you find at a jewelry store. Apparently Uncle Ron came to the same conclusion. This was where it got good, or at least, according to my Mum. my Mum in the future, that is.
"Jewelry Hermione? In case you hadn't noticed, but boys DON'T wear jewelry!" Uncle Ron was scowling. Mum blushed a crimson shade and hung her head. Yep, this was definitely the year where they started to like each other. Dad glared at Uncle Ron angrily. He opened the box, inside was a ring.
"I-it's n-not wh-what you think!"
"I think it's exactly what I think!" Uncle Ron stared at the ring scandalized. "Have you two been going out and not telling me?" By this time both Dad and Mum were brilliant shades of red and Uncle Ron was turning blue. I couldn't hold it in any longer, I had to let it out, or I'd burst! I started laughing so hard I felt myself turning red also.
"Haa ha ha haa ha!!" I giggled insanely for a minute or two before noticing the odd stares I was getting from all three teenagers. I wiped small tears from my eyes.
"This is *gasp*, just too funny! *gasp* I can't believe you guys! I mean hearing about this was one thing, but actually seeing it. oops!" I cut off abruptly, and blushed a furious red. No, no, no, no, no!!! I'm such a bloody idiot! I needed a wall, a good solid wall, to bang my head on.
"Hear what!?"
"See what!?"
"Nothing!!" No, it's not nothing, well unless you count the fact that the little girl before you (me) knows your future and is actually your future daughter come back in time by a stupid accident which was caused by you're (Ron's) son. Other than that. yep. nothing.
"Um, Hermione, why did you get me a ring?" Dad stared quizzically at mum.
"Oh." She blushed again, "It's a protection ring. You wear it around your neck on a chain, or on your finger. and whenever you're in immediate danger, it glows red. I also had your name engraved in it." She added as an afterthought, still blushing furiously.
"So it's not an engagement ring?" Uncle Ron asked sheepishly. Mum and Dad turned white.
"ENGAGEMENT RING!!??"
"Heh, forget I said anything." Uncle Ron muttered, "But still. a ring?" This was exactly like watching a soap opera.
"I like it!" Dad proclaimed defensively. Definitely the year that they started liking each other.
"You mean you like Hermione." Uncle Ron muttered under his breath, but, of course, Dad heard. Fortunately, Mum didn't. I heard though.
"W-wh-what!!??" He spluttered. "Ron," he added, much more calmly. "Do you want to die?"
"Uh, no?" Stupid answer, though, I'm sure if he'd answered anything else he would have gotten the same result.
"Good. Because you're about to now!" Dad jumped up; ring momentarily forgotten, and Uncle Ron took it as his que to leave.
"Ahhhhhh!!! Hermione HEEELLLPPP!!!!"
"Boys are so immature!" Mum rolled her eyes at me.
"Totally." I nodded my head in agreement, still, mentally, giggling. I could get used to this!
AN: Okay, I know. You're probably getting bored of reading the same scenes over again, but just in different perspectives. Don't worry; I'm getting tired of typing them!! It's just kind of essential, if you know what I mean. I'm only going to do them once in a while, so don't worry!
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Thanx to Katy for reminding me when I randomly decided to read reviews that it's been like, 8 MONTHS!!!! EEK! I TOTALLY forgot about this story!!!! Anyway, here's the next chapter!!!
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*Chapter 2*
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"Mum. Dad?"
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Was that who she was with before she got, well, whatever happened to her? This question began to run through all three teenager's heads, along with numerous others.
Who is she?
She looks like Hermione!... huh. where did that come from?
Is she hurt?
What happened!?
Why does everything always happen to me!?
"What are we going to do!?" It was the first spoken words since the girl had come tumbling out of the sky. Hermione bent down towards the girl, she was shaking.
"Who ever she is I think we should help her." Ron declared in a rather steady voice, considering he was shaking like a leaf. Harry nodded his head in agreement.
"Mum?" No more words were needed. Grimly, Mrs. Weasley levitated the girl and hurried her inside. cake and food forgotten.
~*~
*Fayle's point of view, from when she was sucked into the cauldron*
I couldn't believe it. I could actually feel myself disappear, and not only that, but I could feel myself being sucked down into the cauldron. and into the. picture. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't work, nothing would, I was frozen, kind of like I was frozen in time.
There was a huge burst of color (AN: There's that burst of light thing again.¬_¬,) and for a split second I saw stars and planets, but I was going so fast that everything was a blur, I wasn't sure.
It felt like I was being sucked down a black hole. Unlike most wizards I was actually interested in muggle science, and I knew quite a bit about astronomy, but now was not the time for this!
I'd read somewhere that black holes were portals. through time. Was that true!? I mentally gulped, what had I gotten myself into!
But, wait a second. If I was being sucked down a black hole wouldn't I have been squashed flat by now, compressed so tightly by the force that I would be dead? Why would I even be down a black hole to begin with!?
What did my potion do!!??
It was useless and I knew it. As far as I knew nobody could mind-read and my vocal chords were frozen, like the rest of me.
The sucking stopped. Instead I felt gravity take hold, because I was obviously not standing on anything, and I plummeted down.
Colors, sounds, smells, and movement, all came flooding back and for a second I saw myself floating above a party. the same party in my picture. except the whole thing was rather translucent, like it was detached. or maybe I was detached. Then, the air seemed to split in two and through the crack I saw the party scene with clarity, before I was sucked through.
Finding my voice I managed to let out a piercing scream, enough to make any howler monkey proud. (AN: Ya, I know, lame simile. sort of simile. heh. ) I fell to the ground and landed with a sickening crash. The last thing my brain registered before I fainted was a bushy haired young girl and a messy, black haired boy. with green eyes. With my last breath I managed to gasp out,
"Mum. Dad?"
~*~
*Back to Harry, Hermione, and Ron's point of view*
"Do you think she'll be okay!?" Harry glanced worriedly down at the pale looking girl lying on the couch in front of him. He didn't know why, but he felt a strange sort of kinship to this young, innocent looking girl, though he dismissed it hurriedly. He glanced between the girl and Hermione.
Harry didn't know why, but he'd slowly began to think of Hermione more and more. He was very confused, but he'd think about that later, now was not the time.
"Ung!"
"Shh! Look, she's waking up!" Hermione peered anxiously over the groaning girl. She blinked slowly, and then opened her eyes. She looked around, a bit bewildered, then her gaze focused solely on Harry. She stared at him a bit, then blinked repeatedly. Harry stared back, curious.
"Are you alright? What's your name?" Hermione smiled down at her kindly. The girl's head jerked around to stare at her. She sat up slowly.
". "
"Can you speak?"
". of course!" The girl replied indignantly, her momentary confusion forgotten.
"Then what's your name, if you tell us, perhaps we can find your parents. do you know what happened back there?"
"Uh. " The girl looked at Hermione, almost dazedly, before replying, "My name? Name. um. Fayle. "
"Fayle." Harry looked at her, "That's a pretty name, I like that." Hermione rolled her eyes, while the girl. Fayle. goggled at him.
"What's your last name?"
"Um. can I plead momentary amnesia?" Fayle directed her answer at Harry, even though it was Hermione that had asked the question. Hermione sighed.
"Looks like we won't get much out of you, but do you have any idea as to what happened?"
"Yea. sort of. but I can't tell you!" Fayle looked pretty determined, so Harry decided not to press her.
"Well, I suppose we can talk later, but what to do with you?" Hermione pondered.
"Well, I suppose she can stay here, she doesn't seem like too much of a threat. " Ron had kept quite throughout the interrogation, but now he spoke up. "I hardly doubt she could be a death eater or something, I mean, look!"
"Death eater! Me!?" Fayle looked ready to blow. Already she was settling in. "Can I have some cake? Is it chocolate?" She glanced between Hermione and Harry.
"Uh. sure why not. hey! How'd you know that it was my birthday?" Harry stared at Fayle. Fayle pointed to the presents and suddenly looked so much like Hermione when she was about to start one of her isn't-it-obvious lectures. More and more, Fayle was starting to remind Harry of Hermione, and not just by looks, but by personality too. She also reminded him of someone else, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. It was strange, Harry felt like he knew this girl. yet he'd never seen her before in his life. He shook his head, he'd puzzle it out later, but for now, he needed to stop this girl before she started up. because knowing Hermione, she'd go on and on and on. It seemed that someone else had already gotten to it before hand.
"Heh. um, here, cake! Don't talk, eat!" Ron hastily shoved a piece of (lo and behold) chocolate cake before Fayle, who stared at him curiously. It seemed he'd also recognized the signs too. Fayle dug happily into the chocolate cake and devoured it like there was no tomorrow.
"Here Harry, you never opened my present!"
"Oops! Sorry Hermione, got a little sidetracked I guess." Harry grinned sheepishly. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Didn't we all?" She retorted. Harry smiled and picked up the package. He slowly un-wrapped it to find a slightly smaller package tucked on top of the bigger one. He opened the bigger package first at urgings from Hermione. Inside was a book, Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hermione blushed slightly, and Ron snorted.
"With You-Know-Who back to power, I just thought it might come in handy. "
"Thanx Hermione!" Harry beamed. No one noticed Fayle looking at the book rather strangely.
Next, Harry picked up the smaller package. He unwrapped it to find a box, the type that you find at a jewelry store. Apparently Ron came to the same conclusion.
"Jewelry Hermione? In case you hadn't noticed, but boys DON'T wear jewelry!" Ron was scowling. Hermione blushed a crimson shade and hung her head. Harry glared at Ron angrily. He opened the box, inside was a ring.
"I-it's n-not wh-what you think!"
"I think it's exactly what I think!" Ron stared at the ring scandalized. "Have you two been going out and not telling me?" By this time both Harry and Hermione were brilliant shades of red and Ron was turning blue. Fayle then did the most natural thing to do in a situation like this. she laughed.
"Haa ha ha haa ha!!" She giggled insanely for a minute or two before noticing the odd stares she was getting from all three teenagers. Fayle remembered her mother telling her of the time that Uncle Ron thought that she was proposing to Harry, on his fifteenth birthday. To hear it was one thing, to actually see it, well, that was another. She wiped small tears from her eyes.
"This is *gasp*, just too funny! *gasp* I can't believe you guys! I mean hearing about this was one thing, but actually seeing it. oops!" Fayle cut off abruptly, and blushed a furious red.
"Hear what!?"
"See what!?"
"Nothing!!"
"Um, Hermione, why did you get me a ring?" Harry stared quizzically at Hermione.
"Oh." She blushed again, "It's a protection ring. You wear it around your neck on a chain, or on your finger. and whenever you're in immediate danger, it glows red. I also had your name engraved in it." She added as an afterthought, still blushing furiously.
"So it's not an engagement ring?" Ron asked sheepishly. Hermione and Harry turned white.
"ENGAGEMENT RING!!??"
"Heh, forget I said anything." Ron muttered, "But still. a ring?"
"I like it!" Harry proclaimed defensively.
"You mean you like Hermione." Ron muttered under his breath, but, of course, Harry heard. Fortunately, Hermione didn't.
"W-wh-what!!??" He spluttered. "Ron," he added, much more calmly. "Do you want to die?"
"Uh, no?"
"Good. Because you're about to now!" Harry jumped up; ring momentarily forgotten and Ron took it as his que to leave.
"Ahhhhhh!!! Hermione HEEELLLPPP!!!!"
"Boys are so immature!" Hermione rolled her eyes at Fayle.
"Totally." She nodded her head in agreement.
~*~
*Fayle's point of view, from when she woke up*
I was lying on something soft, of that much I was sure. For some reason, it smelled vaguely familiar. I heard voices in the back round, I distinctly picked out my mother's voice, and Uncle Ron's, but the third was unfamiliar. I couldn't place it. They were arguing, like they usually do, mum and Uncle Ron. I could quite make out what they were saying though.
Maybe that strange voice was a doctor. Perhaps the whole deal with going back in time was just a very vivid dream? I wasn't sure; it had all seemed so real. The voices were getting louder, perhaps getting closer. I could almost make them out. The first voice I heard was of that of the. doctor? Family friend? Hmm.
"Do you think she'll be okay!?"
What had happened? Did I hit my head on the cauldron and black out? I distinctly remember Robby bursting through the door, it was him, after all, that made me drop my picture. oh no! My picture! I tried to speak.
"Ung!"
Well, that went well. I felt someone bend over me.
"Shh! Look, she's waking up!"
It was my mother, but, now that I actually thought about it. she sounded a bit different. younger, almost. I tried to open my eyes, and succeeded. I almost shut them again when a blinding light hit my pupils, but a head moved in the way and I had to blink repeatedly to clear my vision.
My first thought was, this is not my bed, but soon, that was the last thing on my mind. I looked around slowly. Three people stood over me, but my gaze only rested on one.
Harry.
Harry Potter.
My Father.
Fifteen, and standing right there in front of me.
I stared. He stared back, curiously. I think I was in shock.
"Are you alright? What's your name?"
It was my mother's voice. I quickly jerked my head around to stare at her. I was about to open my mouth to reply, with my usual, of course, when I decided not to. It wasn't my mother. Well, okay, it was my mother, but not my mother. to make this simple; it was my fifteen-year-old mother! I sat up slowly, my jaw dropped open.
". "
"Can you speak?"
". of course!" I answered indignantly. What did she take me for!? I'm not mute! Although, this whole situation might have been a lot easier if I was.
"Then what's your name, if you tell us, perhaps we can find your parents. do you know what happened back there?"
My name!? But. she's my mother. or will be. I was beginning to suspect what was happening, and just to confirm my suspicions; I saw a fifteen-year-old Uncle Ron, and a pile of presents. My father's fifteenth birthday, which was the photo that fell into the cauldron. Had I invented a time traveling potion!? If so, I was famous! I almost cracked a smile, before remembering where I was. I decided to play along. I remembered what my mother. the girl standing before me, had said. She'd told be that changing the past could irrevocably change the future. and usually for the worst. That was why time travel was so dangerous. I mustn't let them know who I was, though I would have given anything to just burst into tears and fling myself at my father and never let go again.
"Uh. " I pretended to look at my mother, almost dazedly, before replying, "My name? Name. um. Fayle. " Oh yes, I was da bomb! They totally bought it! I'd have to inquire about acting classes when I got back. if I got back. I mentally shuddered, and pushed the thought to that back of my head.
"Fayle." He looked at me, my father, "That's a pretty name, I like that." Mum rolled her eyes, while I proceeded to goggle at him. This was no act, he was actually speaking! Well, duh! He's not "dead" yet! I'd have to act more normally around him.
"What's your last name?"
"Um. can I plead momentary amnesia?" I directed my answer at father, even though it was mum who'd asked the question. Mum sighed.
"Looks like we won't get much out of you, but do you have any idea as to what happened?"
"Yea. sort of. but I can't tell you!" I must have looked pretty determined, because father decided not to press me.
"Well, I suppose we can talk later, but what to do with you?" Did I ever mention how funny Mum looks when she's pondering?
"Well, I suppose she can stay here, she doesn't seem like too much of a threat. " Uncle Ron had kept quite throughout the interrogation, but now he spoke up. "I hardly doubt she could be a death eater or something, I mean, look!"
"Death eater! Me!?" How could they!? I was their daughter for crying out loud, of course, they didn't know that. but still! I probably looked ready to blow. I decided to change the subject.
"Can I have some cake? Is it chocolate?" I glanced between Mum and Dad.
"Uh. sure why not. hey! How'd you know that it was my birthday?" Dad stared at me. I sighed; some people were so thick sometimes. I pointed to the presents and was about to start one of my isn't-it-obvious lectures, but Uncle Ron decided to put a stop to it, before I could start.
"Heh. um, here, cake! Don't talk, eat!" He hastily shoved a piece of (lo and behold) chocolate cake before me. I mentally grinned and dug happily into the chocolate cake and devoured it like there was no tomorrow.
"Here Harry, you never opened my present!"
I glanced up. Mum was giving Dad his birthday present. wait, if this was his fifteenth birthday, and this was mum's present then. oh goody! This should be good!
"Oops! Sorry Hermione, got a little sidetracked I guess." Dad grinned sheepishly. Mum rolled her eyes. So like her.
"Didn't we all?" She retorted. Dad smiled and picked up the package. He slowly un-wrapped it to find a slightly smaller package tucked on top of the bigger one. He opened the bigger package first at urgings from Mum. Inside was a book, Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. Mum blushed slightly, and Uncle Ron snorted.
"With You-Know-Who back to power, I just thought it might come in handy. "
"Thanx Hermione!" Dad beamed. No one noticed me looking at the book rather strangely. Of course they wouldn't! Some people are so oblivious!
Next, Dad picked up the smaller package. He unwrapped it to find a box, the type that you find at a jewelry store. Apparently Uncle Ron came to the same conclusion. This was where it got good, or at least, according to my Mum. my Mum in the future, that is.
"Jewelry Hermione? In case you hadn't noticed, but boys DON'T wear jewelry!" Uncle Ron was scowling. Mum blushed a crimson shade and hung her head. Yep, this was definitely the year where they started to like each other. Dad glared at Uncle Ron angrily. He opened the box, inside was a ring.
"I-it's n-not wh-what you think!"
"I think it's exactly what I think!" Uncle Ron stared at the ring scandalized. "Have you two been going out and not telling me?" By this time both Dad and Mum were brilliant shades of red and Uncle Ron was turning blue. I couldn't hold it in any longer, I had to let it out, or I'd burst! I started laughing so hard I felt myself turning red also.
"Haa ha ha haa ha!!" I giggled insanely for a minute or two before noticing the odd stares I was getting from all three teenagers. I wiped small tears from my eyes.
"This is *gasp*, just too funny! *gasp* I can't believe you guys! I mean hearing about this was one thing, but actually seeing it. oops!" I cut off abruptly, and blushed a furious red. No, no, no, no, no!!! I'm such a bloody idiot! I needed a wall, a good solid wall, to bang my head on.
"Hear what!?"
"See what!?"
"Nothing!!" No, it's not nothing, well unless you count the fact that the little girl before you (me) knows your future and is actually your future daughter come back in time by a stupid accident which was caused by you're (Ron's) son. Other than that. yep. nothing.
"Um, Hermione, why did you get me a ring?" Dad stared quizzically at mum.
"Oh." She blushed again, "It's a protection ring. You wear it around your neck on a chain, or on your finger. and whenever you're in immediate danger, it glows red. I also had your name engraved in it." She added as an afterthought, still blushing furiously.
"So it's not an engagement ring?" Uncle Ron asked sheepishly. Mum and Dad turned white.
"ENGAGEMENT RING!!??"
"Heh, forget I said anything." Uncle Ron muttered, "But still. a ring?" This was exactly like watching a soap opera.
"I like it!" Dad proclaimed defensively. Definitely the year that they started liking each other.
"You mean you like Hermione." Uncle Ron muttered under his breath, but, of course, Dad heard. Fortunately, Mum didn't. I heard though.
"W-wh-what!!??" He spluttered. "Ron," he added, much more calmly. "Do you want to die?"
"Uh, no?" Stupid answer, though, I'm sure if he'd answered anything else he would have gotten the same result.
"Good. Because you're about to now!" Dad jumped up; ring momentarily forgotten, and Uncle Ron took it as his que to leave.
"Ahhhhhh!!! Hermione HEEELLLPPP!!!!"
"Boys are so immature!" Mum rolled her eyes at me.
"Totally." I nodded my head in agreement, still, mentally, giggling. I could get used to this!
AN: Okay, I know. You're probably getting bored of reading the same scenes over again, but just in different perspectives. Don't worry; I'm getting tired of typing them!! It's just kind of essential, if you know what I mean. I'm only going to do them once in a while, so don't worry!
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