Summer vacation passed on quite calmly, except for Harry moping about all
day. Dumbledore had to actually restrain Kreacher into his little 'room.'
Harry spent most of the day snapping at people, and taking a go at the
voodoo doll of Kreacher he had made. He was going to charm it so that it
would actually work, but Hermione was flat out against this.
At Diagon Alley, Harry had spent most of his time buying things and moping. He was however, amused to see Frieda stare open mouthed at everything, and trying endlessly to get Vivian to buy her a set of gold gobstones (ones that Harry had wanted badly in his first year), and many other things that were quite pointless.
He was less than happy to see Draco Malfoy as well. The two had run into each other at Flourish and Blotts, and had nearly beaten each other to a bloody pulp. After that incident, he was in quite a fowl mood indeed.
Upon arriving back at Grimauld Place, Harry shut himself in the room he was sharing with Ron. He took a few goes at the doll version of Kreacher. Ron came in and laughed.
"What?" Harry snapped angrily.
"Nothing... Nothing at all."
"Then why are you laughing?" Ron just burst out into an endless string of laughter.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE! EVERYBODY HAVING TO DEPEND ON YOU TO GET RID OF SOME DARK LORD! WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? I JUST WISH THAT HE'D COME AND KILL ME RIGHT NOW! AND THEN I WON'T BE IN ALL THIS MESS! AT LEAST I'D GET TO SEE MY PARENTS AGAIN, AND SIRIUS!" Ron jumped back in alarm.
Hermione and Frieda who were across the hall in their own room jumped as well. Frieda looked furious. She had had enough. She stomped across to Harry's room, still clutching everything in her trunk, followed by Hermione as well.
"STOP FREAKIN SCREAMING! STOP FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF, BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT? THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU, CONTRARY TO WHAT YOU MAY BELIEVE! ARE YOU THAT MUCH OF A BIG HEADED PRICK, TO THINK THAT? YOU ARE SO FULL OF IT THAT I'M SURPRISED THAT YOUR EYES AREN'T BROWN! SO SHUT THE HELL UP!" Frieda was now being held back by Hermione, and Harry by Ron. Harry was about to retort something, but then stopped abruptly. Frieda's eyes rolled to the back of her sockets, and she became as rigid as a board.
"I think she's having a seizure!" exclaimed Ron.
"No you prat! Look what happened! She's not in control anymore!" shouted Hermione. Frieda was twitching uncontrollably, her feet still firm on the ground. She started to glow a blinding blue, and the light covered the entire room. Harry watched this in a horrified, yet awed trance. He tried to run, but found that his feet were firmly stuck onto the ground. The blue light was gone, but the four were still stuck onto the floor. They watched in fear as time went backwards-Harry watched as Frieda stomped backwards out of the room at the speed of a fully-grown cheetah at its maximum speed. Years passed. Harry watched as layers of dust disappeared, and Kreacher disappear in and out. Then people were in the room, moving backwards. And then they were gone. Time kept moving back, and then it all stopped.
The room was no longer bare. Quite the contrary, really. It was dusty, but there were photographs, and Quidditch Posters. Food was found rotting in corners, and clothes littered the floor so much that Harry could barely see the wood. He looked at a photo on the wooden desk. It was of Sirius, and James. Harry let out a breath. This was Sirius' old room! He stuffed the photo into his pocket. Frieda stopped twitching and came back to reality.
"Oh crap," she whispered. The four looked around them in horror. Sirius didn't live here anymore-that was for sure. Too much dust had accumulated for any signs of inhabitancy. Harry figured that this was after Sirius' 6th year then, because that's when he had run away. The summer between 5th and 6th.
"What year is it?" he whispered. Ron crawled over to the wooden desk and checked the self-changing calendar.
"September 1st 1978," he whispered hoarsely. Hermione did some quick mental math.
"Your parents' seventh year Harry."
"I hope you're happy, Potter! Now look what happened!" hissed Frieda. She pressed her lips together as she heard footsteps outside the door.
"Well everything that was in the room before in our time is still here," said Ron. He was right. The bed that Ron slept on was now on top of what seemed to be year's worth of Quidditch magazines. Their belongings were all in there too.
"What?" said Harry in shock. He looked down by his ankles, and sure enough, his trunk and Firebolt was still there.
"Well we need to get out of here-why don't we fly to Hogwarts? We're not underage anymore," said Ron.
"Great idea-in fact, the best you've ever had, Ron! We could shrink everything and get onto the broom! Ron-you've still got your broom here." Ron glared at Hermione but nodded.
"Great-we'll go out the window," said Frieda sarcastically. "Don't you think that people are going to find it odd that four kids are riding on broomsticks, traveling at like a 100 kilometres per hour? And even to a wizard, it's going to look weird-your brooms are way to advanced."
"She's right," said Hermione slowly. "But we can always do a disillusionment charm."
"Not that," Harry moaned softly.
"Too late." Hermione rapped her wand hard against everybody's heads and then on her own. Harry was thankful that Hedwig and Pig had gone out for a bit in their own time, otherwise they would have been in a disaster situation. The four shrunk their belongings and stuffed it into their pockets. Harry mounted his broom. Somebody clambered on behind him.
"Er, I've never actually flown before, but um, well can you keep it at a slow pace?" Harry looked behind him, but of course, saw nothing.
"Oh. It's you. Well I dunno. I suppose we can. I mean I'm not entirely sure how to get to Hogwarts. And we can't just show up at the Ministry," said Harry slowly.
"We'll go to the Burrow," said Ron.
"I don't know how to get there either," said Harry.
"I know! Why don't we apparate!" exclaimed Frieda.
"We don't know how," replied the trio.
"Jeez! I learned how to do this last year-how come you guys didn't learn yet? Just get us outside so I can apparate us somewhere." The others huffed indignantly, but they all flew out the window and landed with a thud on the ground outside.
"Okay, remove the charm Hermione," said Frieda. Hermione came back into view, and she tapped each of the others on the head, by feeling where their hands guided her. When they were all clearly visible, Frieda led them into an alleyway next to the house.
"Okay. Where are we supposed to go? We can't apparate to Hogwarts," said Hermione.
"Hogsmeade," said Ron.
"Good idea. Just touch me like a portkey, and then we'll be there. Don't mind the spinning bit-it's like traveling by floo powder." Harry gulped. He hated traveling by floo powder.
"Ready?"
"Yep."
"3, 2, 1." Frieda apparated into Hogsmeade.
The trio let go of her, looking quite disgruntled.
"We have to get into the castle," Hermione mumbled.
"Honeydukes," Harry muttered.
"Good idea, but how do we get to the cellar?" asked Ron. "You can't enlarge an invisibility cloak," he pointed out.
"Well it's still only noon, and the Hogwarts Express won't be around for a few hours. So we'd better hurry still. I suppose we can just walk up to the school," said Hermione. The two boys snorted.
"Walk? Up there?"
"Fine. We can fly," said Harry. He mounted again, and this time Hermione got on behind him. They four students shot off the ground and off to Hogwarts, where Harry landed on the Quidditch Pitch.
"Put your brooms away," hissed Hermione. Harry and Ron pulled their shrunken trunks out, enlarged them, put the brooms away, and hastily shrunk and put the trunks back into their pockets.
"Alright. Let's go into the castle," said Frieda. "We can always go back now, but I'm too pooped, and I want to see dad. And mom. We can go back tomorrow." Harry looked horrified.
"No! Why don't you just rest," he said in an eerily sugary voice. "And we can stay until the end of the year?"
"You don't need to put on that creepy voice. I was going to stay, anyways. I get my education done here, we go back, and do seventh year again, and then we get super good on our N. E.W. Ts, and get great jobs." Hermione who had a worried look on her face suddenly looked like she had won the cash for life lottery.
"We can do seventh year twice!" she squealed happily. Ron and Harry groaned.
"But still... I guess all good things come with a price," Harry said sadly. "Now let's go."
At Diagon Alley, Harry had spent most of his time buying things and moping. He was however, amused to see Frieda stare open mouthed at everything, and trying endlessly to get Vivian to buy her a set of gold gobstones (ones that Harry had wanted badly in his first year), and many other things that were quite pointless.
He was less than happy to see Draco Malfoy as well. The two had run into each other at Flourish and Blotts, and had nearly beaten each other to a bloody pulp. After that incident, he was in quite a fowl mood indeed.
Upon arriving back at Grimauld Place, Harry shut himself in the room he was sharing with Ron. He took a few goes at the doll version of Kreacher. Ron came in and laughed.
"What?" Harry snapped angrily.
"Nothing... Nothing at all."
"Then why are you laughing?" Ron just burst out into an endless string of laughter.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE! EVERYBODY HAVING TO DEPEND ON YOU TO GET RID OF SOME DARK LORD! WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? I JUST WISH THAT HE'D COME AND KILL ME RIGHT NOW! AND THEN I WON'T BE IN ALL THIS MESS! AT LEAST I'D GET TO SEE MY PARENTS AGAIN, AND SIRIUS!" Ron jumped back in alarm.
Hermione and Frieda who were across the hall in their own room jumped as well. Frieda looked furious. She had had enough. She stomped across to Harry's room, still clutching everything in her trunk, followed by Hermione as well.
"STOP FREAKIN SCREAMING! STOP FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF, BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT? THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU, CONTRARY TO WHAT YOU MAY BELIEVE! ARE YOU THAT MUCH OF A BIG HEADED PRICK, TO THINK THAT? YOU ARE SO FULL OF IT THAT I'M SURPRISED THAT YOUR EYES AREN'T BROWN! SO SHUT THE HELL UP!" Frieda was now being held back by Hermione, and Harry by Ron. Harry was about to retort something, but then stopped abruptly. Frieda's eyes rolled to the back of her sockets, and she became as rigid as a board.
"I think she's having a seizure!" exclaimed Ron.
"No you prat! Look what happened! She's not in control anymore!" shouted Hermione. Frieda was twitching uncontrollably, her feet still firm on the ground. She started to glow a blinding blue, and the light covered the entire room. Harry watched this in a horrified, yet awed trance. He tried to run, but found that his feet were firmly stuck onto the ground. The blue light was gone, but the four were still stuck onto the floor. They watched in fear as time went backwards-Harry watched as Frieda stomped backwards out of the room at the speed of a fully-grown cheetah at its maximum speed. Years passed. Harry watched as layers of dust disappeared, and Kreacher disappear in and out. Then people were in the room, moving backwards. And then they were gone. Time kept moving back, and then it all stopped.
The room was no longer bare. Quite the contrary, really. It was dusty, but there were photographs, and Quidditch Posters. Food was found rotting in corners, and clothes littered the floor so much that Harry could barely see the wood. He looked at a photo on the wooden desk. It was of Sirius, and James. Harry let out a breath. This was Sirius' old room! He stuffed the photo into his pocket. Frieda stopped twitching and came back to reality.
"Oh crap," she whispered. The four looked around them in horror. Sirius didn't live here anymore-that was for sure. Too much dust had accumulated for any signs of inhabitancy. Harry figured that this was after Sirius' 6th year then, because that's when he had run away. The summer between 5th and 6th.
"What year is it?" he whispered. Ron crawled over to the wooden desk and checked the self-changing calendar.
"September 1st 1978," he whispered hoarsely. Hermione did some quick mental math.
"Your parents' seventh year Harry."
"I hope you're happy, Potter! Now look what happened!" hissed Frieda. She pressed her lips together as she heard footsteps outside the door.
"Well everything that was in the room before in our time is still here," said Ron. He was right. The bed that Ron slept on was now on top of what seemed to be year's worth of Quidditch magazines. Their belongings were all in there too.
"What?" said Harry in shock. He looked down by his ankles, and sure enough, his trunk and Firebolt was still there.
"Well we need to get out of here-why don't we fly to Hogwarts? We're not underage anymore," said Ron.
"Great idea-in fact, the best you've ever had, Ron! We could shrink everything and get onto the broom! Ron-you've still got your broom here." Ron glared at Hermione but nodded.
"Great-we'll go out the window," said Frieda sarcastically. "Don't you think that people are going to find it odd that four kids are riding on broomsticks, traveling at like a 100 kilometres per hour? And even to a wizard, it's going to look weird-your brooms are way to advanced."
"She's right," said Hermione slowly. "But we can always do a disillusionment charm."
"Not that," Harry moaned softly.
"Too late." Hermione rapped her wand hard against everybody's heads and then on her own. Harry was thankful that Hedwig and Pig had gone out for a bit in their own time, otherwise they would have been in a disaster situation. The four shrunk their belongings and stuffed it into their pockets. Harry mounted his broom. Somebody clambered on behind him.
"Er, I've never actually flown before, but um, well can you keep it at a slow pace?" Harry looked behind him, but of course, saw nothing.
"Oh. It's you. Well I dunno. I suppose we can. I mean I'm not entirely sure how to get to Hogwarts. And we can't just show up at the Ministry," said Harry slowly.
"We'll go to the Burrow," said Ron.
"I don't know how to get there either," said Harry.
"I know! Why don't we apparate!" exclaimed Frieda.
"We don't know how," replied the trio.
"Jeez! I learned how to do this last year-how come you guys didn't learn yet? Just get us outside so I can apparate us somewhere." The others huffed indignantly, but they all flew out the window and landed with a thud on the ground outside.
"Okay, remove the charm Hermione," said Frieda. Hermione came back into view, and she tapped each of the others on the head, by feeling where their hands guided her. When they were all clearly visible, Frieda led them into an alleyway next to the house.
"Okay. Where are we supposed to go? We can't apparate to Hogwarts," said Hermione.
"Hogsmeade," said Ron.
"Good idea. Just touch me like a portkey, and then we'll be there. Don't mind the spinning bit-it's like traveling by floo powder." Harry gulped. He hated traveling by floo powder.
"Ready?"
"Yep."
"3, 2, 1." Frieda apparated into Hogsmeade.
The trio let go of her, looking quite disgruntled.
"We have to get into the castle," Hermione mumbled.
"Honeydukes," Harry muttered.
"Good idea, but how do we get to the cellar?" asked Ron. "You can't enlarge an invisibility cloak," he pointed out.
"Well it's still only noon, and the Hogwarts Express won't be around for a few hours. So we'd better hurry still. I suppose we can just walk up to the school," said Hermione. The two boys snorted.
"Walk? Up there?"
"Fine. We can fly," said Harry. He mounted again, and this time Hermione got on behind him. They four students shot off the ground and off to Hogwarts, where Harry landed on the Quidditch Pitch.
"Put your brooms away," hissed Hermione. Harry and Ron pulled their shrunken trunks out, enlarged them, put the brooms away, and hastily shrunk and put the trunks back into their pockets.
"Alright. Let's go into the castle," said Frieda. "We can always go back now, but I'm too pooped, and I want to see dad. And mom. We can go back tomorrow." Harry looked horrified.
"No! Why don't you just rest," he said in an eerily sugary voice. "And we can stay until the end of the year?"
"You don't need to put on that creepy voice. I was going to stay, anyways. I get my education done here, we go back, and do seventh year again, and then we get super good on our N. E.W. Ts, and get great jobs." Hermione who had a worried look on her face suddenly looked like she had won the cash for life lottery.
"We can do seventh year twice!" she squealed happily. Ron and Harry groaned.
"But still... I guess all good things come with a price," Harry said sadly. "Now let's go."