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Chapter 2 – The Aftermath

"So where is he?" Ron asked.

Hermione cleared her throat, while studying the bottle closer. They would have to go after him, obviously. There was quite much potion left, and it would be enough for both her and Ron. She therefore took a sip of the awful tasting potion, struggling with keeping it in her mouth, before she handed it over to Ron.

"What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously, scrutinizing the bottle closely.

"Drink the rest", Hermione said hurriedly. "Quick. I'll tell you later."

Ron cast one last suspicious glance at her, but drank the potion before handing the bottle back to Hermione. Upon feeling the horrible taste, he almost choked, and waved his hands in the air for a minute or so.

"What the hell was that? Hermione, what is going on?!"

Hermione took a deep breath. "This might sound crazy, but I swear on the result of my NEWTs that it is true."

"Then it should be", Ron muttered.

"This is not funny, Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. "Okay, be quiet now. Remember, it's a secret."

Ron rolled his eyes but nodded. Hermione took a deep breath and began whispering telling Ron the whole story of where she had spent her previous fall, although she consciously excluded a few details. Like... her and James. And her weird dream. She watched as Ron's facial expression changed from questioning to shocked, unbelieving, amused, scared, shocked again and finally unbelieving (again).

"You've gone nuts", was his first comment.

"I know it might sound crazy", Hermione said in a low voice, "and I wouldn't have believed such story myself. But you'll have to believe me... please, Ron?"

"So this bloody potion we just drank..." Ron begun.

"Will take us back in time, yes", Hermione filled in. After a glance on her watch, she also added: "in fifteen minutes. We'll have to walk through some kind of door at exactly that moment, I believe."

"So what the hell are we supposed to do there?"

Hermione looked down into the floor. "Save the future. Make sure Harry doesn't meet the Marauders or his mum. Um... actually they can't see me either. You're the only one who can walk around without being recognized. Bill hasn't started yet in the spring of 1978, has he?"

"No."

"So here's the deal. First thing as we get there we find Harry. Pull him into the shadows or whatever-"

"Kidnap him?" Ron suggested.

"Good idea", Hermione said sarcastically. "When will you understand, that this isn't a game?"

"I was being serious."

"However", Hermione continued, "when we've got him, we go and see Dumbledore."

"Wait a minute. You mean... Dumbledore in the old time? Because if this has already happened, he would know, wouldn't he? And why hasn't he told us? Or hasn't this happened yet? But when we get back, it will have happened in this time too? We will get back, won't we? Cause-"

"Ron, calm down. Yes, we will get back. Don't bother thinking about the time, you're brain will just get confused."

"Oh shut up."

"It's true!" Hermione said, chuckling. "Okay." She looked at her watch again, seeing that there were only five minutes left.

"So which door do you reckon we should go through?"

"We could go out through the main entrance", Hermione mused. "Somewhere not so crowded. As you know, they mustn't see me."

"Whatever."

"Come on", Hermione said, grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him towards the exit.

All the time she kept an eye on her watch, making sure it would have been exactly an hour when they walked through.

"Now", she said when it was two seconds left.

The duo took a couple of steps ahead, and as they passed through the gates the world swirled around them.

Hermione, slightly used to this by now, held on to Ron, who moaned slightly. If she wouldn't, he'd probably fall off and end up in some era between the Marauders' and their own.

But eventually, the world span slower, and slower, and slower, until it stopped. Both Hermione's and Ron's visions cleared up after having been blurry throughout the time travelling, and they were now watching the main entrance of Hogwarts again.

Twenty years ago.

Author's Note: That was kind of short, but I thought it was a nice way to end it.

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