The whole group looked around and then looked at each other. What were
they going to do? They obviously couldn't reverse the spell; they just had
to take him back to America the first chance they got.
"You're going to have to take him back," Hermione said with a look of
mixed sympathy and panic.
"How am I supposed to do that? We only have three more days before school
starts again and I don't have enough money for a two-way trip. And then
theirs the fact that I'd have to modify his memory all over again and
explain it to his family unless I modify their memories too...." Paris kept
babbling until Harry finally came up behind her and put his hand over her
mouth.
"That's enough," he whispered into her ear.
Paris pulled his hand away, sighed and then looked up at him. "I just don't know what to do." He embraced her and she put her head on to his shoulder. She stared into space for a couple of minutes and then said, "I guess we could just tell him some lie about why he's here and then send him on a plane home."
They all looked at each other and shrugged. It was the best plan they had so far. A long distant laugh was coming from the path. They knew at once who it was. They had heard that laugh way to many times. It was the laugh of Draco Malfoy. Hermione did a spell that caused Jeff to float in mid air and led him over to a broom cupboard. Fred opened the door and they all piled in. "What are we going to do now?" Ron asked in a panicky voice. "I guess we just have to sit back and relax," George said with a comfortable sigh. He settled himself against some crates and put his hand behind his head. "This is the life." Everyone else, besides Fred, that is, slumped down and listened closely for the voices. They got louder and louder until they heard the creak of a door opening and slamming shut. Draco's voice echoed through the entrance hall. "And father said, 'why shouldn't he bring his broom? He's going to leave soon and we don't want him to be empty handed.'" Crabbe and Goyle laughed stupidly behind him. Everyone in the broom cupboard looked at each other in pure bewilderment. They didn't understand the joke. "Must be an inside thing," Honey said with a shrug. Draco's voice died away and everyone got up. Harry slowly opened the door and looked around. "All clear." Harry helped Paris off the floor and brought her to the doors leading into the Entrance Hall. Once Harry and Paris were out, everyone else piled out. Nobody noticed, as the door closed behind them that the time turner that had been in Fred's pocket was now on the floor of the broom cupboard. UNCLE JEFF IN THE CUPBOARD
Jeff slowly woke up and looked around with bleary eyes. "What the hell?" He whispered as he sat up alertly. He looked around and started to panic. His hand heavily hit the floor. It landed on the time turner. He picked it up and started turning it. He suddenly felt a rush of wind and was blinded. When his vision came back, he saw that he was in a large grassy plain. He looked around and yelped when he saw a horse charging toward him.
BACK AT HOGWARTS
"We have to go check on my uncle," Paris said once they finished transfiguration. They all walked to the Entrance Hall and went over to the cupboard. Ron stood by one door while Hermione stood at the other. Harry and Paris went over to the cupboard and slowly opened it. The door Hermione was standing at suddenly opened before she could get to it. Harry and Paris slammed the cupboard door shut suddenly and held hands while gazing dreamily into each other's eyes. They were actually quiet good actors/actresses. Fred and George walked in with Ginny walking beside them.
"What in bloody hell are you two doing?" George asked when he saw Paris and Harry. They blinked and looked over at Fred, George, and Ginny. "We didn't know who was coming through the door so we did the first thing that came to mind," Harry explained hurriedly. "So you are going out?" Fred asked slyly. "Well isn't it obvious?" Hermione asked in exasperation. "Now lets check on your Uncle." Paris walked over to the cupboard and opened the door. She gave a little squeal and had to rest upon Harry to keep herself from falling to the floor. Ron came over and looked in, "Bloody hell, where'd he go?" Hermione squealed when she ran over and saw the empty cupboard. SHE had to lean on Ron. Ron looked a little surprised but soon got over it and just held Hermione. Ginny came over and searched the cupboard. "I think I know where he went." She held up the time turner and looked grimly at the group. "It's set up around medieval times. He could be in great danger right now." "We have to go get him!" Paris said earnestly, still letting Harry hold her in his arms. Fred and George stepped forward. "We'll lead the way. They put the time turner around everyone's necks. Then, Fred turned the time turner and there was a bright flash of light and they were gone.
Ignore the odd words; they'll end soon enough. I'm making half of them up anyways. I'm sure they didn't talk exactly like this in medieval times. There was a flash of light, and they appeared in an open field. They covered their eyes from the brightness. Paris looked around the field and saw her uncle cowering in front of a stampeding horse. She started to run toward him but was clothes fenced by the string of the time turner around her neck. She fell backwards into the group where Harry caught her. "Thanks," she said. She quickly took the time turner off her neck and ran toward her uncle at top speed. She reached him within seconds and flew through the air towards him. She tackled him to the ground a few feet away from the dangerous feet of the horse. The horse neighed and screeched to a halt. The rider jumped off and knelt down by Paris's side. "Isth he okayith?" The knight asked. "Umm... yeah, he's okayith," she looked up into his eyes as he put his visor up. "I think," she muttered to herself as she looked away from the eyes. They were absolutely gorgeous. Second to Harry's of course. She looked over at him and saw that the whole group was running over to her. "That was an awesome save!" Fred yelled with amazement. "Yeah, are you sure you're not the slayer?" Ginny asked with a smile. "You were running pretty fast, and that tackle was amazing!" Ron said with a settling nod. Paris looked up at them, and then at Harry who was sitting down behind her and holding her in his lap. "That was close. You scared me half to death." "Only half?" Paris asked with a smile. The knight just stood there watching them. "Whyith art you speaking in such a strangeith tongue?" Hermione reached up her wand and put a spell on him, which automatically made him speak in a language they could understand. He went on talking. "And you mentioned the slayer. I know the slayer. She's my sister. You can't be the slayer, there can only be one." He put his medal hands on his medal hips. He looked at them suspiciously. Everyone looked uncertainly around at each other. Finally, Honey spoke up. She was very gifted with ESP and put together what everyone was thinking. "Well, we're from the future. We go to Hogwarts and we ended up here by using a time turner," she looked uncertainly over at Paris, who seemed to be thinking, who is this guy? He is so hot! "And by the way, what's your name?" "My name is Sir Godric Gryffindor. And you mentioned a school named Hogwarts." He bent into whisper to them. "My friends and I were thinking of starting a school named Hogwarts to teach young witches and wizards. Is that the school you're talking about?" Everyone was staring up at him in amazement. Here before them was the young Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of the school they attended. He was part of the reason they were here. Everyone slowly nodded. "So that means that we do create a school?" Godric asked with excitement. Everyone slowly nodded again. "Cool!" Everyone exchanged nervous laughs. Godric looked around with a frown. "Why are you all so tight all of a sudden? You were really fun when you got here, I mean with this brave young lady jumping in front of my horse and rescuing this," he looked down at uncle Jeff, who looked pretty bad, "thing." Honey looked at Paris and read her mind. Paris was saying, "Send a message to everyone and tell them that we don't have to worry, I mean, what is the YOUNG Godric Gryffindor going to do to us?" Honey nodded and sent the message on to everyone else. Everyone laughed at what Godric said. They looked down at Jeff and nodded. He looked like some kind of indistinguishable animal instead of a human. Godric smiled. "There we go." Paris turned to him, not looking into his face. Harry was watching her and felt a buzz of jealousy. He could tell that his girlfriend, Paris Winslow, was falling for Godric Gryffindor, a man who would be long dead if they were back in their real time. He sighed; Paris went on. "You said that the slayer was your sister. Could you introduce me to her? I am seriously thinking that I might be a slayer of the future too. I could help her out."
Godric looked her over and Harry felt ready to attack. Honey looked at Harry, "Chill out," She told him. Harry looked over at her and glared. He then looked back at Paris and Godric. "I guess I could introduce you. First we need to get you some new clothes. People will lock you up in jail if you go around looking like that." He led them to a tailor shop, owned by Godric's friend, Helga. Helga took their measurements and set to work. She pulled out her wand (after she checked that the door, windows, and trap door were securely locked and the curtains pulled tight) and got to work. She magically cut the fabric, sewed it, and hemmed it in about five minutes. Everyone had plenty of new clothes to wear during their stay. They thanked Helga and left. Godric led them to his house, where his sister could be found practicing her punches with her watcher. She didn't stop until Godric came up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She would have nearly killed him hadn't it been for Hermione, who quickly temporarily petrified her. When she unfroze, Godric let Paris introduce the whole group. "This is Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George Weasley. Honey Jenkins, Hermione Granger, and," she paused slightly before saying, "Harry Potter. And I am Paris Winslow. I'm a slayer of the future."
(((Oh my gosh, I wrote this so long ago, and the way I write is lots different now. You might notice a difference in how I write from now on.)))
"That's enough," he whispered into her ear.
Paris pulled his hand away, sighed and then looked up at him. "I just don't know what to do." He embraced her and she put her head on to his shoulder. She stared into space for a couple of minutes and then said, "I guess we could just tell him some lie about why he's here and then send him on a plane home."
They all looked at each other and shrugged. It was the best plan they had so far. A long distant laugh was coming from the path. They knew at once who it was. They had heard that laugh way to many times. It was the laugh of Draco Malfoy. Hermione did a spell that caused Jeff to float in mid air and led him over to a broom cupboard. Fred opened the door and they all piled in. "What are we going to do now?" Ron asked in a panicky voice. "I guess we just have to sit back and relax," George said with a comfortable sigh. He settled himself against some crates and put his hand behind his head. "This is the life." Everyone else, besides Fred, that is, slumped down and listened closely for the voices. They got louder and louder until they heard the creak of a door opening and slamming shut. Draco's voice echoed through the entrance hall. "And father said, 'why shouldn't he bring his broom? He's going to leave soon and we don't want him to be empty handed.'" Crabbe and Goyle laughed stupidly behind him. Everyone in the broom cupboard looked at each other in pure bewilderment. They didn't understand the joke. "Must be an inside thing," Honey said with a shrug. Draco's voice died away and everyone got up. Harry slowly opened the door and looked around. "All clear." Harry helped Paris off the floor and brought her to the doors leading into the Entrance Hall. Once Harry and Paris were out, everyone else piled out. Nobody noticed, as the door closed behind them that the time turner that had been in Fred's pocket was now on the floor of the broom cupboard. UNCLE JEFF IN THE CUPBOARD
Jeff slowly woke up and looked around with bleary eyes. "What the hell?" He whispered as he sat up alertly. He looked around and started to panic. His hand heavily hit the floor. It landed on the time turner. He picked it up and started turning it. He suddenly felt a rush of wind and was blinded. When his vision came back, he saw that he was in a large grassy plain. He looked around and yelped when he saw a horse charging toward him.
BACK AT HOGWARTS
"We have to go check on my uncle," Paris said once they finished transfiguration. They all walked to the Entrance Hall and went over to the cupboard. Ron stood by one door while Hermione stood at the other. Harry and Paris went over to the cupboard and slowly opened it. The door Hermione was standing at suddenly opened before she could get to it. Harry and Paris slammed the cupboard door shut suddenly and held hands while gazing dreamily into each other's eyes. They were actually quiet good actors/actresses. Fred and George walked in with Ginny walking beside them.
"What in bloody hell are you two doing?" George asked when he saw Paris and Harry. They blinked and looked over at Fred, George, and Ginny. "We didn't know who was coming through the door so we did the first thing that came to mind," Harry explained hurriedly. "So you are going out?" Fred asked slyly. "Well isn't it obvious?" Hermione asked in exasperation. "Now lets check on your Uncle." Paris walked over to the cupboard and opened the door. She gave a little squeal and had to rest upon Harry to keep herself from falling to the floor. Ron came over and looked in, "Bloody hell, where'd he go?" Hermione squealed when she ran over and saw the empty cupboard. SHE had to lean on Ron. Ron looked a little surprised but soon got over it and just held Hermione. Ginny came over and searched the cupboard. "I think I know where he went." She held up the time turner and looked grimly at the group. "It's set up around medieval times. He could be in great danger right now." "We have to go get him!" Paris said earnestly, still letting Harry hold her in his arms. Fred and George stepped forward. "We'll lead the way. They put the time turner around everyone's necks. Then, Fred turned the time turner and there was a bright flash of light and they were gone.
Ignore the odd words; they'll end soon enough. I'm making half of them up anyways. I'm sure they didn't talk exactly like this in medieval times. There was a flash of light, and they appeared in an open field. They covered their eyes from the brightness. Paris looked around the field and saw her uncle cowering in front of a stampeding horse. She started to run toward him but was clothes fenced by the string of the time turner around her neck. She fell backwards into the group where Harry caught her. "Thanks," she said. She quickly took the time turner off her neck and ran toward her uncle at top speed. She reached him within seconds and flew through the air towards him. She tackled him to the ground a few feet away from the dangerous feet of the horse. The horse neighed and screeched to a halt. The rider jumped off and knelt down by Paris's side. "Isth he okayith?" The knight asked. "Umm... yeah, he's okayith," she looked up into his eyes as he put his visor up. "I think," she muttered to herself as she looked away from the eyes. They were absolutely gorgeous. Second to Harry's of course. She looked over at him and saw that the whole group was running over to her. "That was an awesome save!" Fred yelled with amazement. "Yeah, are you sure you're not the slayer?" Ginny asked with a smile. "You were running pretty fast, and that tackle was amazing!" Ron said with a settling nod. Paris looked up at them, and then at Harry who was sitting down behind her and holding her in his lap. "That was close. You scared me half to death." "Only half?" Paris asked with a smile. The knight just stood there watching them. "Whyith art you speaking in such a strangeith tongue?" Hermione reached up her wand and put a spell on him, which automatically made him speak in a language they could understand. He went on talking. "And you mentioned the slayer. I know the slayer. She's my sister. You can't be the slayer, there can only be one." He put his medal hands on his medal hips. He looked at them suspiciously. Everyone looked uncertainly around at each other. Finally, Honey spoke up. She was very gifted with ESP and put together what everyone was thinking. "Well, we're from the future. We go to Hogwarts and we ended up here by using a time turner," she looked uncertainly over at Paris, who seemed to be thinking, who is this guy? He is so hot! "And by the way, what's your name?" "My name is Sir Godric Gryffindor. And you mentioned a school named Hogwarts." He bent into whisper to them. "My friends and I were thinking of starting a school named Hogwarts to teach young witches and wizards. Is that the school you're talking about?" Everyone was staring up at him in amazement. Here before them was the young Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of the school they attended. He was part of the reason they were here. Everyone slowly nodded. "So that means that we do create a school?" Godric asked with excitement. Everyone slowly nodded again. "Cool!" Everyone exchanged nervous laughs. Godric looked around with a frown. "Why are you all so tight all of a sudden? You were really fun when you got here, I mean with this brave young lady jumping in front of my horse and rescuing this," he looked down at uncle Jeff, who looked pretty bad, "thing." Honey looked at Paris and read her mind. Paris was saying, "Send a message to everyone and tell them that we don't have to worry, I mean, what is the YOUNG Godric Gryffindor going to do to us?" Honey nodded and sent the message on to everyone else. Everyone laughed at what Godric said. They looked down at Jeff and nodded. He looked like some kind of indistinguishable animal instead of a human. Godric smiled. "There we go." Paris turned to him, not looking into his face. Harry was watching her and felt a buzz of jealousy. He could tell that his girlfriend, Paris Winslow, was falling for Godric Gryffindor, a man who would be long dead if they were back in their real time. He sighed; Paris went on. "You said that the slayer was your sister. Could you introduce me to her? I am seriously thinking that I might be a slayer of the future too. I could help her out."
Godric looked her over and Harry felt ready to attack. Honey looked at Harry, "Chill out," She told him. Harry looked over at her and glared. He then looked back at Paris and Godric. "I guess I could introduce you. First we need to get you some new clothes. People will lock you up in jail if you go around looking like that." He led them to a tailor shop, owned by Godric's friend, Helga. Helga took their measurements and set to work. She pulled out her wand (after she checked that the door, windows, and trap door were securely locked and the curtains pulled tight) and got to work. She magically cut the fabric, sewed it, and hemmed it in about five minutes. Everyone had plenty of new clothes to wear during their stay. They thanked Helga and left. Godric led them to his house, where his sister could be found practicing her punches with her watcher. She didn't stop until Godric came up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She would have nearly killed him hadn't it been for Hermione, who quickly temporarily petrified her. When she unfroze, Godric let Paris introduce the whole group. "This is Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George Weasley. Honey Jenkins, Hermione Granger, and," she paused slightly before saying, "Harry Potter. And I am Paris Winslow. I'm a slayer of the future."
(((Oh my gosh, I wrote this so long ago, and the way I write is lots different now. You might notice a difference in how I write from now on.)))