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Impossible or Back to the Future either. I do not own anything.
A/N: This entire story has been edited! I wrote it two years ago, and I saw some spots where I could improve things. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 2: What happened?
"Ooooh...where am I?" moaned Ron. He looked around the bright, white room.
"I dunno..." said Harry. He felt as though he had been knocked out.
"Are we in Heaven?" asked Neville in a small voice.
"Nah, we can't be. Malfoy's here," joked Ron. Everyone laughed except Malfoy, who glared at all of them.
"Why did you try to catch the Time-Turner anyway, Malfoy?" asked Ron.
"I was going to take it and throw it at YOU, Weasley," retorted Malfoy.
"Hey, I think we're in the Hospital Wing..." said Harry. How could he not recognize it? He had been in it numerous times, due to Quidditch accidents and whatnot.
"Sssh! Someone's coming!" said Hermione. Voices could be heard coming up the corridor. They ducked under the covers.
"Well, Albus, when I'm through checking them, you may talk to them," said a voice. It sounded vaguely familiar to Harry.
"Thank you, Poppy," said another voice, which unmistakably belonged to their Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. The other voice must've belonged to Madam Pomfrey, the Hogwarts Nurse. Then she came into the room.
"Oh, good! You're all up!" she said happily. She conjured some thermometers and forced them into their mouths. Fred took his out.
"What happened?" asked Fred. He was rubbing his head.
"Oh, Albus will be talking to all of you shortly. Let me tell you, you're all in for a bit of a shock." Madam Pomfrey gave them that I-know-something- you-don't-know sort of smile. They all took nervous glances at each other. After forcing them to gulp down some nasty purple liquid (she put up a good fight with Ron—she won in the end), Madam Pomfrey let Professor Dumbledore in.
"Hello! How are all of you?" he asked brightly. He smiled at them.
"Fine," they all replied, although they didn't mean it.
"Good, good. Well now, you're all probably wondering what you're doing here, am I right?" he asked.
"Yes!" They replied hastily.
"Well, this may sound strange, but you're in 1975."
All of them gasped. Neville, however, fainted. Ron slapped him a few times to revive him.
"Neville! Get up!" Ron shouted. Neville finally got up a few seconds later.
"Leaping lizards...You must be joking, Professor! N-n-ninety se-seventy-five? That's impossible!" Neville stammered. He looked very pale.
"Oh, quite the contrary, Mr. Longbottom, it is possible," said Dumbledore. "All of you got here by Miss Granger's Time-Turner. You see, the Time- Turner takes you back in time if you turn it over. And the Time-Turner that brought you here must have spun many times. And, very unluckily, that Time- Turner broke in the process." They all glared at Malfoy.
"What?" asked Malfoy. He gave them a nervous smile.
"Some of the pieces are still in the future, and I can't get to it. I do not have a Time-Turner available in the castle, so I must send for one. That may take at least a week. I am very sorry." Dumbledore was amused at the shocked looks on their faces. "Now, since you're from the future, you will have to obtain temporary identities. Try to avoid calling each other by your real names. Mister Potter, you will be Daniel Porter. Mister Malfoy, you will be Devon O' Connor. Miss Granger, you will be Karen Blake. Mister Longbottom, you will be Evan Nelson. Misters Fred, George and Ron Weasley, you will be Zachary, Joshua, and Derek Hunter in that order. Is everyone okay with that?" said Dumbledore, sounding like a drama teacher giving out parts for the school play.
"Yes, sir," they replied, as though they were very nervous soldiers in boot camp.
"I'm sure you're wondering how I know your names, as well," said Dumbledore. They nodded.
"Madam Pomfrey looked at the nametags of your robes," he said simply. "Oh, yes, and all of you will be assigned to Gryffindor," Dumbledore added.
"WHAT!?" cried Malfoy.
"Shut up, Malfoy, this is all your fault anyway," said Ron. They began to argue.
"Settle down, everyone. I need all of you to stick together," said Dumbledore sternly. "We can't have anything happen to you. I know this is strange, but this will last only two weeks at the most. And do try to make the best of it. This is quite an opportunity. Remember, this is the past. Do not dramatically alter the future. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," they repeated.
"Off you go, then," said Dumbledore. "And have fun." He said, with a twinkle in his eye.
They all walked out of the hospital wing together.
"I'm hungry," said Ron suddenly.
"Yeah, me too, " said Harry.
"Let's go," said Malfoy. "Gryffindor..." he sighed.
In the next chapter, they'll finally meet the Marauders. I really hope you like this story. It's my first fan fic, and constructive criticism is good. So please! Write a review! Have a nice day! :)
A/N: This entire story has been edited! I wrote it two years ago, and I saw some spots where I could improve things. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 2: What happened?
"Ooooh...where am I?" moaned Ron. He looked around the bright, white room.
"I dunno..." said Harry. He felt as though he had been knocked out.
"Are we in Heaven?" asked Neville in a small voice.
"Nah, we can't be. Malfoy's here," joked Ron. Everyone laughed except Malfoy, who glared at all of them.
"Why did you try to catch the Time-Turner anyway, Malfoy?" asked Ron.
"I was going to take it and throw it at YOU, Weasley," retorted Malfoy.
"Hey, I think we're in the Hospital Wing..." said Harry. How could he not recognize it? He had been in it numerous times, due to Quidditch accidents and whatnot.
"Sssh! Someone's coming!" said Hermione. Voices could be heard coming up the corridor. They ducked under the covers.
"Well, Albus, when I'm through checking them, you may talk to them," said a voice. It sounded vaguely familiar to Harry.
"Thank you, Poppy," said another voice, which unmistakably belonged to their Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. The other voice must've belonged to Madam Pomfrey, the Hogwarts Nurse. Then she came into the room.
"Oh, good! You're all up!" she said happily. She conjured some thermometers and forced them into their mouths. Fred took his out.
"What happened?" asked Fred. He was rubbing his head.
"Oh, Albus will be talking to all of you shortly. Let me tell you, you're all in for a bit of a shock." Madam Pomfrey gave them that I-know-something- you-don't-know sort of smile. They all took nervous glances at each other. After forcing them to gulp down some nasty purple liquid (she put up a good fight with Ron—she won in the end), Madam Pomfrey let Professor Dumbledore in.
"Hello! How are all of you?" he asked brightly. He smiled at them.
"Fine," they all replied, although they didn't mean it.
"Good, good. Well now, you're all probably wondering what you're doing here, am I right?" he asked.
"Yes!" They replied hastily.
"Well, this may sound strange, but you're in 1975."
All of them gasped. Neville, however, fainted. Ron slapped him a few times to revive him.
"Neville! Get up!" Ron shouted. Neville finally got up a few seconds later.
"Leaping lizards...You must be joking, Professor! N-n-ninety se-seventy-five? That's impossible!" Neville stammered. He looked very pale.
"Oh, quite the contrary, Mr. Longbottom, it is possible," said Dumbledore. "All of you got here by Miss Granger's Time-Turner. You see, the Time- Turner takes you back in time if you turn it over. And the Time-Turner that brought you here must have spun many times. And, very unluckily, that Time- Turner broke in the process." They all glared at Malfoy.
"What?" asked Malfoy. He gave them a nervous smile.
"Some of the pieces are still in the future, and I can't get to it. I do not have a Time-Turner available in the castle, so I must send for one. That may take at least a week. I am very sorry." Dumbledore was amused at the shocked looks on their faces. "Now, since you're from the future, you will have to obtain temporary identities. Try to avoid calling each other by your real names. Mister Potter, you will be Daniel Porter. Mister Malfoy, you will be Devon O' Connor. Miss Granger, you will be Karen Blake. Mister Longbottom, you will be Evan Nelson. Misters Fred, George and Ron Weasley, you will be Zachary, Joshua, and Derek Hunter in that order. Is everyone okay with that?" said Dumbledore, sounding like a drama teacher giving out parts for the school play.
"Yes, sir," they replied, as though they were very nervous soldiers in boot camp.
"I'm sure you're wondering how I know your names, as well," said Dumbledore. They nodded.
"Madam Pomfrey looked at the nametags of your robes," he said simply. "Oh, yes, and all of you will be assigned to Gryffindor," Dumbledore added.
"WHAT!?" cried Malfoy.
"Shut up, Malfoy, this is all your fault anyway," said Ron. They began to argue.
"Settle down, everyone. I need all of you to stick together," said Dumbledore sternly. "We can't have anything happen to you. I know this is strange, but this will last only two weeks at the most. And do try to make the best of it. This is quite an opportunity. Remember, this is the past. Do not dramatically alter the future. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," they repeated.
"Off you go, then," said Dumbledore. "And have fun." He said, with a twinkle in his eye.
They all walked out of the hospital wing together.
"I'm hungry," said Ron suddenly.
"Yeah, me too, " said Harry.
"Let's go," said Malfoy. "Gryffindor..." he sighed.
In the next chapter, they'll finally meet the Marauders. I really hope you like this story. It's my first fan fic, and constructive criticism is good. So please! Write a review! Have a nice day! :)