I never planned on posting this story, but well, I am now. So, yeah. And I'm not absolutely positive where this story is going to end up. But I got the idea from a movie with sucky actors called Timeline. And, you know, once you get an idea, you just have to write it down.
Don't plan on anyone ending up together, because, after all, this story is not a romance. Also, don't plan on me updating too often. It's just how I am.
I'm not sure if I should add a little humor in this story or not. After all, humor really isn't my thing. I'm also not completely sure if I used the right characters for this plot. I got struck with a sudden urge to use Lily, James, Remus, and Sirius, but in the end I ended up right where I started.
But why do you people care? You want a story, not the background of one. So, yeah, here's the first chapter.
But first...
Disclaimer: You know, this disclaimer thing is really ridiculous. Why do people think that the site is called FANfiction.net? We all don't own anything except our plots. I'm not posting a disclaimer for my chapters to come, so know that I don't own a thing.
NOW we can start...
"So... she's where?"
"She's here, hopefully, but in a different time."
"And what's you're estimate on how long it'll take to find her?"
There was a short silence.
"Anywhere from three weeks to... to a year," he replied. The boy's friend dropped into a seat and let his shoulders sag.
"You know, it's going to be near impossible to find her."
"Near impossible. Not impossible."
"How'd she get there anyways?"
"The green door on the fifth floor next to the portrait of Thomas the Ignorant. You know, the one Professor Dumbledore forbid at the beginning of the year," he responded. He added with a sigh, "Now it's obvious why."
Ron, who was sitting with his shoulders drooping miserably, dropped his head in his hands. Harry, who was pacing the empty classroom, could just hear his muffled voice mutter, "Isn't she supposed to be the smart one?"
"Well, let's go," Harry said finally, helping his red-haired friend up. The two headed for the door of the empty classroom and opened it. Someone, who had apparently had his ear pressed against the door and was listening in on their conversation, fell through the doorway and landed at their feet. A pointed face looked up at them. And, of course, the face belonged to none other than their archenemy Draco Malfoy.
But Malfoy didn't have on his face his hated smirk, but a look of alarm and fear. Then, he did something that Harry and Ron would have least expected.
"Well, are you going to go save her or are you going to stand here in this empty classroom gaping at me? Because if it can take up to a year, you'd better start now."
Harry and Ron looked down at him, an amazed, confused, and slightly disgusted (after all, this is Malfoy we're talking about) look on their faces. Nobody spoke for a moment in which an almost comical scene was created. Here was a frenzied boy sprawled on the ground and two boys looking strangely at him.
"Well, are you?" Malfoy asked. Harry nodded in reply, not knowing what else to do. For this was one of the strangest things to happen to Harry and Ron, even stranger than traveling with time-turners or playing on a giant chess set. Draco Malfoy, their worst enemy since first year, had never been in this close a proximity to them and lasted so long without insulting them. And also showed something remotely like care for Hermione Granger.
Then, most unpredictably of all....
"I'm coming with you."
Harry was the first to snap out of the sort of trance he had been in for the past five minutes.
"Wha-? No! No, you're not! Why do you care anyways?"
"That's none of your business," Malfoy replied, at last getting off the floor and dusting himself off. "Anyways," Malfoy continued, "I'm coming with you and there's nothing you can do about it." With that, he left the classroom and began to walk briskly down the hall.
Malfoy wheeled on, ignoring Harry and Ron, who were at his heels and loudly giving out complaints.
They all finally ended up at the entrance to the Slytherin common room.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked Malfoy, an eyebrow cocked.
"Well, we're going to save Hermione," answered Harry.
"And you're not," added Ron nastily.
Malfoy heaved a sigh. "Haven't you people got it yet? Whatever Draco Malfoy says goes. And right now, Draco Malfoy says that Draco Malfoy goes."
"YOU ARE NOT GOING, MALFOY!" Harry and Ron said simultaneously. Malfoy's only answer was a roll of the eyes before muttering a password under his breath so as the two couldn't hear and entering the Slytherin Common Room.
"You know, Ron, doesn't look like we can shake him off. He'll have to come along in the end," Harry said.
"But he can't come, Harry!" Ron shot back with dramatic hand gestures.
"He can come and we'll make the best of it."
Ron gave a snort. "Yeah, Harry, the best of it. Hmm... lemme think. That would be that he doesn't kill us or leave us behind to be stuck in the past at some point. And we're not even sure of THAT!"
"Yeah, well, there's not much we can do about that bit," Harry said, then added with a smirk, "Maybe we can leave him behind in the Jurassic Era, or something like that."
"Or the witch-burning days," Ron put in, a wicked smile on his face.
"Fat chance of that, Potty, Weasel," Ron and Harry spun around to see Malfoy, casually leaning against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest, "I believe we should go now before I frighten you two with MY ideas."
Before Harry and Ron could reply, Malfoy turned the corner with a swish of his cloak, leaving Harry and Ron without much choice other than to follow. And so the unusual group made up of the famous boy-who-lived, his enemy, an arrogant aristocrat; and a disorganized, good-natured, and poor red-head left to save Hermione Granger.A/N: I absolutely HATE how I ended that. Well, go and review! I'll love you eternally if you do so! Also, suggestions and requests would be greatly appreciated, as I have the next chapter written, but not those after it. And so, I'm not sure what to write afterwards. I was thinking of starting them off in the Jurassic Era or in the 70's, when all their parents were at school. Whaddya think??? Ah, forget it. Just go and review, already!!!