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Turning Your Time Around

Dedicated to: Anyone who has had the pleasure of eating a Vomit-flavored bean from Bertie Bott's E.F.B. Ewww, that was horrible!

Chapter 15: "Out of Sight, Out of Mind"

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November 14, 1999:

Albus Dumbeldore sat behind his desk, head tilted up towards the ceiling, wondering what was going to happen next. As if the fight against Voldemort wasn't enough, now he had to worry about disappearing students. And Albus was quite certain that none of the people in his office earlier had been convinced that Neville Longbottom had gone to visit his grandmother. That ment that they knew something he didn't which didn't sound good, as 'Dumbledore knows everything'.

Why did people think that he knew all that was to be known? Was it some sort of vibe that came off from him, or was it just something they hoped was true. They must expect me to save them, Albus thought. That was in no way true. He could only do what he thought was best with the knowledge he had, and even though it's possible to be very good at handling things, one cannot be perfect. But, one thing he often pondered over, was that you can be blind to the wrongs of your ways. You can keep pushing forward with your own thoughts and not give a single second that you are not doing what is best. That was something that Dumbledore himself had been accused of at times. But, thankfully, people trusted him to get them through this war and there were still people who were loyal to him. But, the thing that scared him more than any other was the fact that Voldemort was nearly exactly the same. He believed all non-purebloods were lower than dirt, and he was blind to anything different from his beliefs. It would be surprising to see who would finally win in the end.

Albus brought his head down a bit to see the top of the desk before him. Directly on the top there was a thick journal with a purple cover. On the front, in silver print, the phrase "The Snake Rules the World" was shining brightly even though the sun had since long gone down and the candles dimmed very low. Opening to the first page he saw, but chose to ignore, the name Haydee signed at the top. Albus skipped the first page entry and flipped through to the last entry ever written in the book. The words made him frown and set the journal aside once again. After ten minutes of trying to pick it back up and read it, the Headmaster gave up and decided it would not do well to become depressed at a time like this- a war. That would only insure their defeat by Voldemort & his followers.

There was no way he was going down without a fight, not a chance. Voldemort was not that lucky, nor was Albus stupid.

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Remus Lupin walked the corridors of Hogwarts alone, searching for something to occupy his mind. There was nothing of much of interest in the books he'd brought with him to the school and he'd read them all before five times. He had thought about asking Dumbledore if he needed help with anything, but figured the Headmaster did not want to be bothered, so here he was walking in near-complete darkness as he tried to avoid the world.

I am turning into Severus, Lupin thought. Thinking of Snape, he turned down towards the dungeons. Maybe he would have some decent reading that would keep him busy. He'd have to stand Snape's nasty words, but he was desperate for a destraction. Who knows, he might even get to cast a spell or two to save him from the many Snape was sure to throw at him for being bothered.

When Remus had been a student, he hadn't taken any fun in watching James and Sirius prank Snape. Some of the things they'd done to him.. for a while he didn't even speak to them because of their pranks. James, Sirius and the rat took pleasure in seeing Snape angry and loved it even more when they themselves caused it. A few times Remus told them to stop, even pulled a wand on his best friends after the werewolf incident. They sure were surprised when "good ol' Moony" sent jinxes and hexes spinning around them.

Just then, somewhere in his mind, he got the feeling he was forgetting something. It was something important... from long ago... But what was it? Remus did not have time to find out since he had just reached the door to Severus' rooms. Sighing softly, he knocked on the door.

When no one answered, he repeated his knock and waited for a response. Not a sound came from the room for two minutes, and then the clinking of footsteps behind the door. Remus stepped back, readying himself for Snape's grumpy mood. The door opened just far enough for a pair of eyes to look out. The inside of the room was totally dark, so he could not see anything but a shine from the eyes reflecting the lit torches on the walls of the hall.

"Severus, I was wondering if you had a moment to lend me a book," Remus said, trying not too sound too hopeful.

The eyes blinked once and then Snape moved to close the door, but not before he muttered, "Go away werewolf."

Remus, putting his hand on the door to keep it from closing, replied, "Please, Severus? It'll only take a mo-"

But, as he gently pushed the door to stay open, the door swung open without much effort. Snape grunted and tried again to shut it in his face, but it was no use. Snape could barely manage to move it at all. Instead, he swayed and nearly fell before he caught himself on the wall. He clutched his side and drew a slow breath.

Remus couldn't see, but heard the labored breathing of the Potions master. He decided to push the door all the way open and walk in. There was defiantly something wrong if Snape couldn't even close the door in his normal rudeness. Remus pulled out his wand and whispered "Lumos" to light the room. What he saw was not what he expected at all.

The room was a total wreck. Potion vials were smashed, papers were thrown everywhere, and a strange smell filled the room. Being what he was, he could tell right away that it was the smell of blood. Completely taken off guard by the smell, he stepped back one step and raise a hand to his mouth as he coughed a few times. He then turned to see Severus leaning on the wall, eyes closed and hand on his side. Remus rushed over to him, wand still up.

Snape drew back as the light came on the other side of his eyelids. But, unfortunately, his quick motion was enough to throw him of balance. He tried to cling to the wall, but it was no use. He fell into a heap on the floor with a slight 'thud'.

Dimming the light from his wand, Remus bent down and rolled Severus over to see his face.

"Severus?" Remus tried to get his attention, but the man's eyes would not open to him. "Severus, please open your eyes. It's only Remus, I just want to help," Remus pleaded. When the Potions master did not even move (apart from breathing, though that was just slow movements) Remus sighed and decided to try a different tact. "Fine." He started to get up, but never intended on leaving. "I will just have to get the Headmaster. I'm sure he can-"

Remus stopped when a hand clamped around his wrist, holding it weakly but not shaky. He bent back down and waited for the other to insult him or tell him to shut his mouth and mind his own business. But, nothing of the sort came.

Severus sucked in a sharp breath and said in a low voice, "What do you think of our Headmaster?"

"What?" came Remus' blunt reply, not expecting in a million years to be asked this from Severus.

"What do you think of him?" Snape repeated, his eyes still not open. His voice was slightly lined with a hateful tone that had only been used for Voldemort or the Minister of Magic.

"Severus, I think you should go see Poppy," Remus told him, concern evident in his expression. Too bad Severus had his eyes closed.

"No," Snape replied flatly as he brang his hand up to his head and felt the cuts on his face. They must have done those after he went unconscious. The other's voice floated through his ears and he turned his head (with closed eyes) to his direction.

"At least let me help you up. I am not just going to leave you here on the cold stone floor. Come on."

Remus took hold of the hand Severus was running across his cuts and slowly helped him into a sitting position. Together, they rose to their feet and stood in near-complete darkness.

"Severus, do you never light a fire in here? It's cold and dark. How do you stand it?" Remus asked the Potions master as he turned up the light from his wand.

"Years of practice," the man replied simply.

Remus frowned and noticed Snape still had his eyes closed.

"Why won't you open your eyes?" Remus asked, the concerned look appearing again.

"Let me be, werewolf," the other snapped back at him, now returning to his normal self. "I do not need your help."

Remus totally ignored the last two statements and thought of a way to get him to come out and open his eyes. An idea popped into his head and he was sure it would work. He was correct.

"Severus!" Remus exclaimed, fake fright in his tone.

"What?" Snape asked hurriedly, moving his head around, but leaving his eyelids down. "What is it?"

"Show yourself!" Remus yelled at the imaginary intruder. He flicked his wand and made a few of the books fall off shelves. The little panther on the desk watched and tried to keep from making noise from some sort of laugh it was holding back.

"Expelliermus!" Remus got the treacherous chair square in the back and it fell over with a clatter.

With much effort and a grimace, Severus slowly let his eyelids move up.

As soon as they did, Remus sent and Immobile charm at him. Remus moved forward and got a good look at them. He gasped and stepped back in surprise. A red film covered his eyes, giving off a florescent glow about his face. But, the bits that were still visible of his normal eye showed nothing but hatred. Remus had tricked the Potions master, and he would not be forgiven very easily. Though, Remus did not care.

He ran to where a fire should be, lit one by his wand then took some Floo powder and called Pomfrey. Within a few minutes, she was stepping through the fire and ran over to Remus who was standing near Snape. If the charm wore out, he'd like a few seconds head start to get away from him and his anger.

"What's the matter here?" Pomfrey asked as she looked between the two.

"His eyes Poppy, look at his eyes!" Remus waved a hand a Snape as he dragged her over to him.

Snape looked about half a second away from exploding from anger, but his eyes were still colored red. As Poppy saw his eyes, along with the glowing, she had the same reaction as Remus. After recovering from teh shock, she pulled out her wand and lit the room as bright as she could get it. Remus drew back further as he now saw the cuts and blood that covered his face. He'd thought that was the glowing red, but it had not been. What in the world was happening to this man?

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As Ron opened the door to the 6th year boy's dormitory, he heard the hangings of a bed being torn back. He was barely two steps in when Harry pounced on him.

"Where have you been?" Harry was nearly shouting, but Ron hardly noticed. He was used to this tone of voice ever since Sirius had died.

Ron shrugged and sat down on his bed, just wanting to go to sleep even though he hadn't had dinner. There was always breakfast tomorrow, he thought. So, ignoring Harry's yelling at him for explanations, he laid down and closed his eyes.

Harry let out a frustrated breath and went over to his bed as well. It was about two hours later, Ron asleep, dinner going on, when Harry heard something rolling across the floor of the dormitory. As he glanced down, he saw an all to familiar looking glass ball- -Neville's rememberall.

Harry bent down over the side of his bed and picked it up to look at. As soon as he touched it, the smoke inside turned red. Could he be forgetting something? Then an idea came to his mind: was it someone he was forgetting? Harry had barely paid any attention to Neville's absence, mostly because he was too busy thinking about "what ifs". 'What if Sirius hadn't died.' and 'What if there was no Voldemort.' but one of the most common was 'What if it hadn't been me who was chosen'. It was pretty much 50/50 in his eyes, he was just the unlucky one out of him and Neville. But, would he be alive if Neville had been chosen? It was not very likely, he thought, given Neville's past performance in casting spells and charms. But, who knows, it might have been over already if Neville had been the "Boy-Who-Lived". 'What if he could have defeated him.'? No chance in finding out. And then it hit him.

"Oh great," Harry grumbled as he jumped off his bed and threw the rememberall aside. "Snape's going to kill me."

He had been forgetting his detention from Potions class was tonight. That was all he needed. Harry didn't even notice as the rememberall rolled around on the floor and stopped at the bed post. If he had, he might have seen Neville's carved message from 1974.

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A/N:

The name "Haydee" comes from a character in The Count of Monte Cristo.

The title of this chapter comes from the season five eppisode (#3) of MASH.

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