DISCLAIMER: This part is just depressing now... I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N 6-13: It's the same day! Yay! dances I have nothing better to do... no one's on to RP and the RP boards are dead. I'm bored... and hungry. I should get some lunch, I should...
Chapter 11: Nothing and No One
(Big surprise... Anna)
Harry woke the next day to find Ron playing chess with himself and George and Hermione absent. "Great, now I can have an opponent!" Ron said excitedly.
"Er- no, I'm hungry," he announced, still tired of chess.
"After-"said Ron hopefully.
"Sure," said Harry, resolving to lose quickly. He was saved from a trip to chess-world, however, by Hermione's abrupt return and excited face- the same expression she'd had on numerous occasions on which a bright idea occurred to her. "I know how to get back!" she cried. "I know! I know! I just need to check something with Fred and George first-"
"Fred's off doing his own thing, remember, Hermione?" Ron drawled, pushing his chair back on two legs, "Anyway, back to where?"
"When, Ron, back to when!" Hermione said.
"What?! You can get us back to the future?!"
(giggles Yes, she can get you back to the future... all you need is a DeLorean and the Flux Capacitor. Heh, I probably spelled that wrong... anyway, let's get back to the story!)
"I think so, I just needed to check something, like I said-"
"Well, let's get going then! 1995, here we come!"
(Er... I apologize if the year is wrong. I don't really know...)
They searched everywhere for George, but they couldn't find him anywhere. Finally giving up, they headed back to the Room of Requirement.
Walking down the hall toward the ballet-troll tapestry, they suddenly heard a noise that made them jump.
"Well," remarked Ron, "We've found them." They headed toward the sound of a voice (The amusing thing about it was that Fred and George's voices were as identical as their freckles, so it sounded as if a person with multiple personalities was having a particulary loud argument.), or voices yelling incomprehensibly.
Coming around the corner, they caught, "WELL , THAT SUITS ME FINE 'CAUSE I HATE YOU TOO, SO YOU GO BACK TO ICKLE RONNIKINS," a voice that was probably Fred's sneered, "AND BE A GOOD BOY LIKE MUMMY SAYS, AND I'LL GO BACK TO MY NEW FRIENDS, TROUBLEMAKERS, INC!" With that there was a series of stomping footsteps and a slamming door.
"GOOD RIDDANCE!" called George after him as Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked up. "Can you believe him?" George complained to them. "Good boy, hmph!"
"George! Hermione thinks she can get us back!" Harry said, unable to hold in his excitement any longer.
"Yes! Great! Let's go!" George cried.
"Wait, I need to ask you something-"
"Fire away," said George.
"How exactly does the Magic Lamp work?"
"I don't know, exactly," he said uncomfortably.
"You said you did! Back at Harry's house, George, you said you'd found the spell from experimentation and-"
"Well, yes, that's true, er... We got the spell from experimentation with Mundungus to see if we could pick up anything interesting on the black market..."
"Oh, dear, George, you and Fred really are the limit."
"Don't talk about him to me!"
"Okay, fine, but you two will have to make up sometime!"
"No, we don't unless he apologizes-"
"Alright! All right! I'm sorry I asked." Hermione sighed in frustration. "You must know something about the lamp, though!"
"Well, Mundungus said it would negate enchantments, get past them, y'know... What are you getting at?"
"I was so stupid not to see it before! We'll go back the way we came!" she said, smiling.
"Uh... Hermione..." Ron said, "We'd have to wait the whole school year... wouldn't that- y'know- change the past or something?"
"Oh, no, there are other magically shielded places, and the one I'm talking about will be in France two days from now to ten days from now... the preparations of the Quidditch World Cup!" she said excitedly, waving a newspaper clipping with the title, "World Cup to be played North of Marseilles."
"Uh, two problems Hermione," said Harry. "One, how do we know we'll go to our own time, and not further into the past, and two, if we do get back, it'll be in France."
"Is that all? Well, the second one's simplest. We'll get back to Harry's house the same way we go to Franc- by portkey. The first one, well, when I got my time-turner, naturally-"
"Time-turner?" asked George interestedly. He didn't know about Hermione's hectic third year.
"Never mind about that," she said impatiently. "Aturally, I was very interested in the time-turner and time travel in general, so I checked out a few library books on the subject-"
"What, like a hundred?" said Ron.
She shot him a glance to shut him up. "A few books on the subject, and it is fascinating, really, you ought to-"
"Later, Hermione, please," said Harry, "How d'you think it'll work?"
"Well, it's much more complicated, but the simplified form is we're connected to our own time."
"Eh?" said the three boys confusedly.
"It's like radioactive materials becoming stable, the time tries to become stable too-"
(Whitney)
Ron and George stared blankly at Hermione. "...Radioactive?"
Hermione opened her mouth to start explaining what radioactive material was when Harry cut her off.
(Anna)
"Hermione, don't bother explaining cause you know we're not as smart as you, we aren't gonna understand," said Harry.
"Oh, this is simple, really, when you-"
"Hermione, we aren't after a lecture in time travel. We just want to get back," said Ron.
"Okay, so, the plan is, two days from now, we turn the lamp into a portkey and go to the Quidditch World Cup," said George, "Sounds good to me."
"Wait, aren't you forgetting something?" said Hermione.
"Oh, c'mon Hermione, we told you we don't get all this stuff on time travel-"said Harry.
"It's not about time travel, it's about Fred," she said.
"What about that idiot?" asked George.
"He's got to come with us," said Hermione.
"No, he doesn't. We can leave the git here, it's what he'd do to us," George said.
"Now, you know he wouldn't-"
"Yes, he would," said the boys.
"No he wouldn't, and we are taking him with us or not going at all! We can't leave him, it will seriously alter the time line-"
"Again with the timeline!" said George frustratedly.
"Can't you just-"Harry stopped, waiting for George to finish his sentence.
"But you're each others' best friends! Ron, you're his brother, too, even if George is unreasonable, you've gotta want Fred back! We can't just strand him here!"
"Guess you're right. I'll go talk to him," said Ron resignedly.
"Ron, you don't have to mess with that git-"started George.
"Yes, I do, 'cause he's my brother. I'd do the same for you or Charlie or Bill or Ginny- or even Percy, 'cause we're family, so we have to look out for each other..."
(AHHH! THE CLICHES! giggles Sorry, I had to say it. Anna put as a side comment, "Yeesh, I'm being corny! But corn is good, so..." BACK TO THE STORY!!!)
"'Spare me the sermon, okay, Ron?" said George.
"Well..." said Ron, "Anyway, I'm going to talk to Fred."
"You do that," said George, "But don't blame me when he's too stubborn to admit he's wrong."
"He shares that trait with his twin," said Hermione, but George ignored her.
It wasn't ten minutes before Ron came back fuming. "He won't listen. Even when I said we could go back he just said no. He wants George to talk to him. Says George's too stubborn to admit he's wrong."
"See," said Hermione, "You two are more alike than you think."
"We are not alike. Just 'cause we're twins doesn't mean we're exactly the same!"
Harry, who had always sort of thought of Fred and George as one entity, said, "Prove it."
"All right, I will. I'll go talk to Fred," as he walked off down the hall, the three couldn't resist a silent cheer.
"That went well," said Hermione once she was sure George was out of earshot," Y'know, I'm thinking one of Fred and George's differences is George is more reasonable-"
'Reasonable?! Harry here only got him to go by challenging him to prove something! He's not going 'cause he wants to make up with Fred, whatever you may think, Hermione. He's going to widen the rift by proving they're different, that's all," said Ron.
It seemed Ron was right, because George came back with an outraged lok on his face.
"You know what that git did?! He's made up with Myrtle! He felt sorry for her! He's supposed to be disgusted, but no, I found her as happy as a duck in the rain, and I tricked her into thinking I was him, and she told me the whole story-"
"Oh, George, you're not gonna let that stop you from making up with Fred, are you?" asked Hermione, "It's a silly thing, really."
"Who said anything about making up with that idiot?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione groaned.
With George off making plans for his next trick on Fred, they were left wondering how to bring the two together. All through the rest of the day they sat, thinking. As Hermione had said, leaving Fred in this time was out of the question, as he could alter the time line seriously.
"'S too bad we can't just kidnap him," Ron said.
"Why not?" said Harry. Ron thought about it.
"Yeah... why not?" he said.
"I'll tell you why, "said Hermione. "A portkey might not move him if he's unconscious. Also," she said, interrupting Harry's protests that Cedric certainly hadn't been conscious. "Also, if we get caught, we could alter the time line even more than we have already. No," she said to Ron's protest of if they got caught, "It's like Lupin said, we can't draw attention to ourselves..."
There was a knock on the door. Ron opened it a crack to peek out, then, seeing their visitors, let the two boys wordlessly in.
Fred and George stood together in the doorway. Everyone stared at them, bewildered. "Um," Hermione finally asked, "What's going on?"
"We've decided it's not profitable to prolong our quarrel," said one.
"There are better and more interesting uses of our time than fighting," said the other.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared, stunned, their mouths hanging open. "O-kay," said Ron at last, "Whatever floats your boat..."
The hall rang with laughter of Fred and George, inseparable once more.
dances in circles I forgot what I was going to tell you! You can see some comments from some of our loyal fans. (Alright, so it's Anna's sister. But who cares?) "If I didn't know you, I'd say J.K. Rowling wrote this," Katie's comment at page 15. Now she's on page 26 and she says... stuff that doesn't pertain to the story. (Stuff that's about the notes on the margins... I need to just type them up sometime. They're really odd...) Page 38- "What if they really mess up the future?" Don't worry Katie... we won't let them do that... looks around As far as you know. On chapter "What Floats Your Boat", "I think Ron should get a boat!" Umm... I can't find anymore. We started to run out of room, so we kind of erased parts of old conversations. giggles
A/N 6-13: It's the same day! Yay! dances I have nothing better to do... no one's on to RP and the RP boards are dead. I'm bored... and hungry. I should get some lunch, I should...
Chapter 11: Nothing and No One
(Big surprise... Anna)
Harry woke the next day to find Ron playing chess with himself and George and Hermione absent. "Great, now I can have an opponent!" Ron said excitedly.
"Er- no, I'm hungry," he announced, still tired of chess.
"After-"said Ron hopefully.
"Sure," said Harry, resolving to lose quickly. He was saved from a trip to chess-world, however, by Hermione's abrupt return and excited face- the same expression she'd had on numerous occasions on which a bright idea occurred to her. "I know how to get back!" she cried. "I know! I know! I just need to check something with Fred and George first-"
"Fred's off doing his own thing, remember, Hermione?" Ron drawled, pushing his chair back on two legs, "Anyway, back to where?"
"When, Ron, back to when!" Hermione said.
"What?! You can get us back to the future?!"
(giggles Yes, she can get you back to the future... all you need is a DeLorean and the Flux Capacitor. Heh, I probably spelled that wrong... anyway, let's get back to the story!)
"I think so, I just needed to check something, like I said-"
"Well, let's get going then! 1995, here we come!"
(Er... I apologize if the year is wrong. I don't really know...)
They searched everywhere for George, but they couldn't find him anywhere. Finally giving up, they headed back to the Room of Requirement.
Walking down the hall toward the ballet-troll tapestry, they suddenly heard a noise that made them jump.
"Well," remarked Ron, "We've found them." They headed toward the sound of a voice (The amusing thing about it was that Fred and George's voices were as identical as their freckles, so it sounded as if a person with multiple personalities was having a particulary loud argument.), or voices yelling incomprehensibly.
Coming around the corner, they caught, "WELL , THAT SUITS ME FINE 'CAUSE I HATE YOU TOO, SO YOU GO BACK TO ICKLE RONNIKINS," a voice that was probably Fred's sneered, "AND BE A GOOD BOY LIKE MUMMY SAYS, AND I'LL GO BACK TO MY NEW FRIENDS, TROUBLEMAKERS, INC!" With that there was a series of stomping footsteps and a slamming door.
"GOOD RIDDANCE!" called George after him as Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked up. "Can you believe him?" George complained to them. "Good boy, hmph!"
"George! Hermione thinks she can get us back!" Harry said, unable to hold in his excitement any longer.
"Yes! Great! Let's go!" George cried.
"Wait, I need to ask you something-"
"Fire away," said George.
"How exactly does the Magic Lamp work?"
"I don't know, exactly," he said uncomfortably.
"You said you did! Back at Harry's house, George, you said you'd found the spell from experimentation and-"
"Well, yes, that's true, er... We got the spell from experimentation with Mundungus to see if we could pick up anything interesting on the black market..."
"Oh, dear, George, you and Fred really are the limit."
"Don't talk about him to me!"
"Okay, fine, but you two will have to make up sometime!"
"No, we don't unless he apologizes-"
"Alright! All right! I'm sorry I asked." Hermione sighed in frustration. "You must know something about the lamp, though!"
"Well, Mundungus said it would negate enchantments, get past them, y'know... What are you getting at?"
"I was so stupid not to see it before! We'll go back the way we came!" she said, smiling.
"Uh... Hermione..." Ron said, "We'd have to wait the whole school year... wouldn't that- y'know- change the past or something?"
"Oh, no, there are other magically shielded places, and the one I'm talking about will be in France two days from now to ten days from now... the preparations of the Quidditch World Cup!" she said excitedly, waving a newspaper clipping with the title, "World Cup to be played North of Marseilles."
"Uh, two problems Hermione," said Harry. "One, how do we know we'll go to our own time, and not further into the past, and two, if we do get back, it'll be in France."
"Is that all? Well, the second one's simplest. We'll get back to Harry's house the same way we go to Franc- by portkey. The first one, well, when I got my time-turner, naturally-"
"Time-turner?" asked George interestedly. He didn't know about Hermione's hectic third year.
"Never mind about that," she said impatiently. "Aturally, I was very interested in the time-turner and time travel in general, so I checked out a few library books on the subject-"
"What, like a hundred?" said Ron.
She shot him a glance to shut him up. "A few books on the subject, and it is fascinating, really, you ought to-"
"Later, Hermione, please," said Harry, "How d'you think it'll work?"
"Well, it's much more complicated, but the simplified form is we're connected to our own time."
"Eh?" said the three boys confusedly.
"It's like radioactive materials becoming stable, the time tries to become stable too-"
(Whitney)
Ron and George stared blankly at Hermione. "...Radioactive?"
Hermione opened her mouth to start explaining what radioactive material was when Harry cut her off.
(Anna)
"Hermione, don't bother explaining cause you know we're not as smart as you, we aren't gonna understand," said Harry.
"Oh, this is simple, really, when you-"
"Hermione, we aren't after a lecture in time travel. We just want to get back," said Ron.
"Okay, so, the plan is, two days from now, we turn the lamp into a portkey and go to the Quidditch World Cup," said George, "Sounds good to me."
"Wait, aren't you forgetting something?" said Hermione.
"Oh, c'mon Hermione, we told you we don't get all this stuff on time travel-"said Harry.
"It's not about time travel, it's about Fred," she said.
"What about that idiot?" asked George.
"He's got to come with us," said Hermione.
"No, he doesn't. We can leave the git here, it's what he'd do to us," George said.
"Now, you know he wouldn't-"
"Yes, he would," said the boys.
"No he wouldn't, and we are taking him with us or not going at all! We can't leave him, it will seriously alter the time line-"
"Again with the timeline!" said George frustratedly.
"Can't you just-"Harry stopped, waiting for George to finish his sentence.
"But you're each others' best friends! Ron, you're his brother, too, even if George is unreasonable, you've gotta want Fred back! We can't just strand him here!"
"Guess you're right. I'll go talk to him," said Ron resignedly.
"Ron, you don't have to mess with that git-"started George.
"Yes, I do, 'cause he's my brother. I'd do the same for you or Charlie or Bill or Ginny- or even Percy, 'cause we're family, so we have to look out for each other..."
(AHHH! THE CLICHES! giggles Sorry, I had to say it. Anna put as a side comment, "Yeesh, I'm being corny! But corn is good, so..." BACK TO THE STORY!!!)
"'Spare me the sermon, okay, Ron?" said George.
"Well..." said Ron, "Anyway, I'm going to talk to Fred."
"You do that," said George, "But don't blame me when he's too stubborn to admit he's wrong."
"He shares that trait with his twin," said Hermione, but George ignored her.
It wasn't ten minutes before Ron came back fuming. "He won't listen. Even when I said we could go back he just said no. He wants George to talk to him. Says George's too stubborn to admit he's wrong."
"See," said Hermione, "You two are more alike than you think."
"We are not alike. Just 'cause we're twins doesn't mean we're exactly the same!"
Harry, who had always sort of thought of Fred and George as one entity, said, "Prove it."
"All right, I will. I'll go talk to Fred," as he walked off down the hall, the three couldn't resist a silent cheer.
"That went well," said Hermione once she was sure George was out of earshot," Y'know, I'm thinking one of Fred and George's differences is George is more reasonable-"
'Reasonable?! Harry here only got him to go by challenging him to prove something! He's not going 'cause he wants to make up with Fred, whatever you may think, Hermione. He's going to widen the rift by proving they're different, that's all," said Ron.
It seemed Ron was right, because George came back with an outraged lok on his face.
"You know what that git did?! He's made up with Myrtle! He felt sorry for her! He's supposed to be disgusted, but no, I found her as happy as a duck in the rain, and I tricked her into thinking I was him, and she told me the whole story-"
"Oh, George, you're not gonna let that stop you from making up with Fred, are you?" asked Hermione, "It's a silly thing, really."
"Who said anything about making up with that idiot?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione groaned.
With George off making plans for his next trick on Fred, they were left wondering how to bring the two together. All through the rest of the day they sat, thinking. As Hermione had said, leaving Fred in this time was out of the question, as he could alter the time line seriously.
"'S too bad we can't just kidnap him," Ron said.
"Why not?" said Harry. Ron thought about it.
"Yeah... why not?" he said.
"I'll tell you why, "said Hermione. "A portkey might not move him if he's unconscious. Also," she said, interrupting Harry's protests that Cedric certainly hadn't been conscious. "Also, if we get caught, we could alter the time line even more than we have already. No," she said to Ron's protest of if they got caught, "It's like Lupin said, we can't draw attention to ourselves..."
There was a knock on the door. Ron opened it a crack to peek out, then, seeing their visitors, let the two boys wordlessly in.
Fred and George stood together in the doorway. Everyone stared at them, bewildered. "Um," Hermione finally asked, "What's going on?"
"We've decided it's not profitable to prolong our quarrel," said one.
"There are better and more interesting uses of our time than fighting," said the other.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared, stunned, their mouths hanging open. "O-kay," said Ron at last, "Whatever floats your boat..."
The hall rang with laughter of Fred and George, inseparable once more.
dances in circles I forgot what I was going to tell you! You can see some comments from some of our loyal fans. (Alright, so it's Anna's sister. But who cares?) "If I didn't know you, I'd say J.K. Rowling wrote this," Katie's comment at page 15. Now she's on page 26 and she says... stuff that doesn't pertain to the story. (Stuff that's about the notes on the margins... I need to just type them up sometime. They're really odd...) Page 38- "What if they really mess up the future?" Don't worry Katie... we won't let them do that... looks around As far as you know. On chapter "What Floats Your Boat", "I think Ron should get a boat!" Umm... I can't find anymore. We started to run out of room, so we kind of erased parts of old conversations. giggles