Author's Note: Well, well, well, its been awhile…
"Oh here we go again. Grabbing the Book of Shadows, into the attic. Please tell me we're not going to be doing this in ten years," Hermione said, as they went up every other step to the attic.
Ginny and Hermione ran into the attic. Strolling over to the podium where the book laid, Ginny noticed that there was no Book of Shadows on the podium.
"Apparently not," Ginny said, looking surprised.
"What!" Hermione exclaimed, walking over to where Ginny stood.
"The book…is gone," Ginny said slowly.
Ignoring Ginny's comment, Hermione said, "It's got to be here! We need the return spell."
"Herms, calm down," Ginny said, "It's going to be okay."
"Alright, just help me find the book!"
"Relax, we're going to find it."
"You don't know that. I mean, what if it's lost, what if we can't find it? Then we're stuck in our future bodies with no way of getting out of them and no way of saving Paris!" Hermione panicked, her arm flicked and a wall of the attic blew up.
"Ooh, been working out?" Ginny asked, sarcastically.
"I guess this is what ten years into the future does to our powers," Hermione said.
"And to our poor attic," Ginny saw a key underneath a turned table, "A key?"
"Hey! That's the key to my safe at Kindle and Jensen!" Hermione replied.
"But…we've never taken the book out of the house," Ginny replied.
"But maybe our future selves have," said Hermione, "The question is why."
"Hermione, we don't even know what we're like in this time-period, let alone what our future thoughts are! But if the book is at Kindle and Jensen, then maybe we'll find the answers there," Ginny said.
"Alright. We'll go there first, then to Paris to see if she's okay," Hermione started towards the door, "Erm…sorry about the mess."
"Mmhm."
Across town at Hobart State Penitentiary, Paris was sitting on a hard mattress, in a cell. "Hello? Hello? Could somebody please answer me. I really need to talk to someone. Okay, how about a snack? Maybe some crackers, peanuts, something?" Paris asked. A man slide a tray full of grey slop into the cell, "A tray full of goo? Hey, wait a minute!" Paris touched the glass, which confined her into the cell. It gave her a huge electric shock, "Don't I even get a phone call?"
"Shut up, wicth!" a guy called from a different cell.
Standing outside of Kindle and Jensen, Ginny complained, "I can't believe you get a limo and an extremely gorgeous driver; and I've got my same, old car."
"But you have a husband," Hermione shot back.
"Had a husband," Ginny said, "I'm divorced remember? And how do you know you don't have a guy in this time? I mean, after all, I have a kid and an ex, you could have several."
"Ex's?"
"No, children. I mean, we're stuck in the future and have no recollection of what has gone on in the past ten years," Ginny said, "I don't even know who my ex-husband…" A man walked into a lady carrying an armload of groceries. Ginny froze the scene. Once frozen, Ginny and Hermione realized that the whole street was frozen.
"Okay, apparently my power isn't the only one that has grown," Hermione said.
"Wow, what a difference a decade can make," said Ginny.
Harry orbed in, "What the hell do you think you're doing!"
"Harry?" Ginny asked, walking up towards him, "I'm so glad you're here. I have so many…" Ginny went to hug Harry, but Harry stepped back, "Uh… what's wrong?"
"You know, I knew you'd do something stupid like this! You used magic in public. What's the matter with you?" Harry asked, "Are you insane?"
"Uh… Harry…" Ginny started, warily.
Hermione nudged Ginny and whispered, "Remember, he thinks we know what exactly the hell is going on."
"You wanna end up like Paris? I thought we had an agreement not to use magic for Phoebe's sake?" Harry went on.
"Phoebe?" Ginny asked, confused.
"Our daughter. Ginny, what's wrong with you?"
"You mean, you're Ginny's ex?" Hermione asked, "And a white lighter?"
A woman walked around the corner and saw that the whole courtyard was frozen. Noticing the only three moving figures in the street, she screamed, "Witch!"
"Okay, what's going on here?" Hermione asked, looking around.
"Uh…Herms," Ginny turned Hermione's body around to face a poster that read: 'Rid the evil. Turn in witches.'
"Witch! Over there!" the woman screamed.
Ginny unfroze everything, and collision she was trying to stop took place.
"Okay, we've got to get you out of here before they see you," Harry said hurriedly.
"They?" Ginny asked.
"The witch hunters," Harry said simply.
Still sitting her cell, pondering what was going on, she heard a door slam. "Ginny? Hermione?" Paris called out.
"They haven't visited you before. Why would they start coming now? They're happy for your execution, almost as much as I am," a deep, male voice replied.
"Who are you?" Paris asked.
"I'm sorry. It's been so long since our last visit. Executions are a bitch to plan. Logistics, alerting the media, gathering the kindling…" the voice said.
"Um…you know, I've been doing some thinking about why I'm here…" Paris started.
"No amount of thinking will affect the outcome. Just as well been served for the crime," he said.
"Was it really that big of a crime?"
"You truly are evil. What bigger crime is there than killing someone?"
"I…killed someone?" Paris was in shock.
"Paris, what's this? An attempt to stay your execution? Plead insanity? It won't work. You have five hours to live. Tick tock."
"Five hours! But, but that's not possible!"
"Well, I'm happy to see the seriousness of this crime has finally hit you. See, you represent everything I appoar. You're a threat. A danger to everything that is good and pure in our world."
"You're talking out of fear. Just because you don't understand something, doesn't make it evil," Paris said, stubbornly.
"No, it's you who doesn't understand. You killed a man using your power and now you're gonna die because of it. I only wish I could burn all of your kind with you. But don't worry, in time I will. This is only the beginning."
Author's Note: Well, this would've been a commercial break. So I'll leave you here.
