Well, here's chapter 2, enjoy!
Oh, and thanks to my reviewers: Hermione 30 and no one special (I'm sure you are someone special really!!)
"Albus, we think its time." The woman said. "We agreed, when he has been defeated." Albus replied. "But we can't do this anymore; we want to see our son again." The man said, taking the woman's hand. "Your son is in safe hands, and always has been; just wait." Albus replied. "Can't we just let him know we're still alive?" the woman asked as she began sobbing into her husbands shoulder. Albus didn't answer; he was thinking very deeply about the comment the woman had just made.
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Ron awoke to find Harry snuggled up to him in the same position in was in when he fell asleep late last night. Ron took Harry's glasses out of his hand and tried them on. He looked down at his boyfriend and could just make out that Harry was looking up at him, laughing. Ron took the glasses off and slid them on Harry's face. "You really are as blind as a bat aren't you?!" Ron asked Harry sarcastically. "I can't help it, blame my Dad!" Harry replied, hitting Ron playfully. "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" Ron asked when they had stopped laughing. "No; probably because I was with you; I felt safer I guess." Ron leant in and kissed Harry softly on the lips. "Come on, we'd better go to first lesson."
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"Today class, we shall be learning a new and very complex spell." Professor Flitwick announced to the class. "Can you wake me up when the bell goes and lend me your notes?" Ron asked Hermione "No I can't; this is a new spell, why don't you try and learn it for a change?" Hermione replied. "Harry, tell Hermione I'm not talking to her." Said Ron "Harry, tell your boyfriend that I don't care and I'm not talking to him either." "Why don't both of you just shut up and listen?!" said Harry, leaning back on his chair and looking at both of them in turn. "The spell we are going to learn." Flitwick continued, "allows a person to travel back in time to a particular occasion or event; for example your first day at Hogwarts, or even the day you were born. It is a very complex spell, but I think most of you should grasp it after a while; now, who wants to go first?"
Hermione's hand shot straight up in the air and Professor Flitwick called her up to the front. "Just say where and when you want to go back to and then flick your wand up and down." "I would like to go back to my first day at Hogwarts when I met Harry and Ron on the train." And with a flick of her wand she was gone.
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She stopped spinning and landed on the floor of what she immediately recognised as the Hogwarts Express. She picked herself up and walked along to the carriage where Harry and Ron were sitting, stuffing their faces with sweets. As she walked into the compartment, she half expected to find her two best friends snogging each other silly, as they usually did when they were left alone together. She sat down opposite Harry then shifted over so that she was opposite Ron, leaving room opposite Harry for her 11-year-old self to sit in as she did 5 years previously.
As if on cue, 11-year-old Hermione opened the carriage door. "Has anyone seen a toad, a boy named Neville's lost one." "No." replied a bewildered Ron, putting down his wand. "Oh, are you doing magic, lets see then." Hermione asked. Ron cleared his throat and stated the spell he was trying to use. "Sunshine; daisies; butter; mellow; turn this stupid fat rat yellow." And as usual when Ron did a spell, nothing happened. "Is that a real spell? Well, its not very good is it?" said 11-year-old Hermione. 16-year-old Hermione laughed at the sound of her younger self's bossy, snobbish, snooty tone. She watched herself right through to when she told Ron he had dirt on his nose and then she felt herself spinning back through the air again and within a split second she landed on the floor of the Charm's classroom.
She got up and sat back down in her seat to find Harry and Ron giving her a very strange look. "What?" she asked them hesitantly. "Why the hell did you want to go back to the time when you met us?" asked Ron. "Yeah, I mean if you were that desperate we could have re-enacted it for you." Harry added. "I just wanted to see it again, it was funny that's all."
When Professor Flitwick asked who wanted to go next, Harry's hand shot up in a Hermione fashion. He walked up to the front of the class and stated where and when he wanted to go back to. Professor Flitwick yelled for him to stop but by then it was too late; he'd already gone. Gone back to the night his parents were murdered.
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Please review, then I know that you care and want to read the rest!! I do accept anonymous reviews.
Oh, and thanks to my reviewers: Hermione 30 and no one special (I'm sure you are someone special really!!)
"Albus, we think its time." The woman said. "We agreed, when he has been defeated." Albus replied. "But we can't do this anymore; we want to see our son again." The man said, taking the woman's hand. "Your son is in safe hands, and always has been; just wait." Albus replied. "Can't we just let him know we're still alive?" the woman asked as she began sobbing into her husbands shoulder. Albus didn't answer; he was thinking very deeply about the comment the woman had just made.
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Ron awoke to find Harry snuggled up to him in the same position in was in when he fell asleep late last night. Ron took Harry's glasses out of his hand and tried them on. He looked down at his boyfriend and could just make out that Harry was looking up at him, laughing. Ron took the glasses off and slid them on Harry's face. "You really are as blind as a bat aren't you?!" Ron asked Harry sarcastically. "I can't help it, blame my Dad!" Harry replied, hitting Ron playfully. "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" Ron asked when they had stopped laughing. "No; probably because I was with you; I felt safer I guess." Ron leant in and kissed Harry softly on the lips. "Come on, we'd better go to first lesson."
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"Today class, we shall be learning a new and very complex spell." Professor Flitwick announced to the class. "Can you wake me up when the bell goes and lend me your notes?" Ron asked Hermione "No I can't; this is a new spell, why don't you try and learn it for a change?" Hermione replied. "Harry, tell Hermione I'm not talking to her." Said Ron "Harry, tell your boyfriend that I don't care and I'm not talking to him either." "Why don't both of you just shut up and listen?!" said Harry, leaning back on his chair and looking at both of them in turn. "The spell we are going to learn." Flitwick continued, "allows a person to travel back in time to a particular occasion or event; for example your first day at Hogwarts, or even the day you were born. It is a very complex spell, but I think most of you should grasp it after a while; now, who wants to go first?"
Hermione's hand shot straight up in the air and Professor Flitwick called her up to the front. "Just say where and when you want to go back to and then flick your wand up and down." "I would like to go back to my first day at Hogwarts when I met Harry and Ron on the train." And with a flick of her wand she was gone.
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She stopped spinning and landed on the floor of what she immediately recognised as the Hogwarts Express. She picked herself up and walked along to the carriage where Harry and Ron were sitting, stuffing their faces with sweets. As she walked into the compartment, she half expected to find her two best friends snogging each other silly, as they usually did when they were left alone together. She sat down opposite Harry then shifted over so that she was opposite Ron, leaving room opposite Harry for her 11-year-old self to sit in as she did 5 years previously.
As if on cue, 11-year-old Hermione opened the carriage door. "Has anyone seen a toad, a boy named Neville's lost one." "No." replied a bewildered Ron, putting down his wand. "Oh, are you doing magic, lets see then." Hermione asked. Ron cleared his throat and stated the spell he was trying to use. "Sunshine; daisies; butter; mellow; turn this stupid fat rat yellow." And as usual when Ron did a spell, nothing happened. "Is that a real spell? Well, its not very good is it?" said 11-year-old Hermione. 16-year-old Hermione laughed at the sound of her younger self's bossy, snobbish, snooty tone. She watched herself right through to when she told Ron he had dirt on his nose and then she felt herself spinning back through the air again and within a split second she landed on the floor of the Charm's classroom.
She got up and sat back down in her seat to find Harry and Ron giving her a very strange look. "What?" she asked them hesitantly. "Why the hell did you want to go back to the time when you met us?" asked Ron. "Yeah, I mean if you were that desperate we could have re-enacted it for you." Harry added. "I just wanted to see it again, it was funny that's all."
When Professor Flitwick asked who wanted to go next, Harry's hand shot up in a Hermione fashion. He walked up to the front of the class and stated where and when he wanted to go back to. Professor Flitwick yelled for him to stop but by then it was too late; he'd already gone. Gone back to the night his parents were murdered.
TBC
Please review, then I know that you care and want to read the rest!! I do accept anonymous reviews.