Disclaimer: I don't own anything…. I don't think I even own the plot since it's so overused. IM SO SAD! PLS JK ROWLING! SELL ME THE HARRY POTTER SERIES AND I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE AFTER THE SEVENTH BOOK EXCEPT THEY WILL SOUND MORE LIKE FANFICTION THAN REAL BOOKS…..What? Wrong number? Oh…. Sorry Orlando. NO DON'T HANG!...up….sigh
Past Mistakes
Chapter 3:
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"Oww…. Shit!" Ginny landed on her face with a loud thump. She twisted around on her back and breathed in the fresh air that she had been deprived of for a few seconds.
Note to self…never try to apparate into Grimmauld Place…this house is ALIVE…and it's getting back at me for calling it a worthless pile of shit last week….
She grabbed the railing leading to the entrance and used it to hoist herself up. Shaking her head slightly and smoothing out her robes, she rang the doorbell.
She winced as she heard the loud shrieks of Sirius' mother – though he would have never admitted that they even KNEW each other, let alone were RELATED. There was a shuffling of feet as the one of the occupants of the house rushed to close Mrs. Black's curtains. Once the house was silent again, the door creaked open and Mrs. Weasley's head popped out. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Ginny! But I thought…. Where were you? You were supposed to be in your room!" she ushered Ginny in, and turned to face her, taking her intimidating mother-hen stance. "I knew it!" she pointed her finger at Ginny accusingly. "I knew there was something fishy going on… my maternal instincts are still as sharp as ever! Now… where were you!"
"I wanted to go out for a walk. I need fresh air mum! I haven't been out for ages!" she explained, putting on her best woe-is-me-im-a-free-spirited-teenager-stuck-inside-a-gloomy-crappy-rotting-good-for-nothing-house face.
"I was going to tell Remus, but I thought he might be tired from his transformation and I didn't want to disturb him!"
Molly's stern face softened a little, and her eyes took a warmer color as she gave a slight smile that assured Ginny that she would get away with everything.
Mothers just LOVE polite, caring daughters. It also helps that I'm her youngest and the only girl…
"So I went out, and I was planning on being just a minute. But I got SO carried away with all the fresh air and freedom, since you know… I've had so little of that lately." She sighed dramatically.
Molly forehead furrowed and Ginny knew instantly that that sigh had ruined everything.
"You know… I've RAISED Fred and George…I'm not an idiot. Plus the sigh was a little too much" she said, smiling slightly at Ginny but still looking a little stern.
"I think you should go up to your room now… I'll call you for dinner. Read a book or something…" Ginny opened her mouth in protest, but Molly cut her off. "I know!" her eyes brightened. "Ancient Spells and Charms: Volume 3. That should be interesting…"
"But mum-"
"Read it Ginevra…you should at least do something productive rather than mope around all day and complain how bored you are."
"Fine" she mumbled in agreement, turning around and climbing the stairs.
"Oh by the way," she turned around. "Harry, Ron and Hermione won't be coming tonight. They got a lead on another horocrux today and they had to go."
"Another one? Wow… they sure are making progress…I'm sorry to admit that at first I rather underestimated them… but they're doing quite a good job." she said, looking slightly proud, but worried too at the danger they were putting themselves in.
"Will you tell that to Moody and Tonks when they get here? Since, you know, I'm going to be too busy filling my head with knowledge…" she explained with fake excitement.
"Alright I will" she answered, narrowing her eyes slightly at Ginny's disappearing figure.
"Where did she get such a character?" She smiled wryly, remembering herself when she was younger. There wasn't much of a difference with how Ginny acted and how she herself used to act. But that was her little secret.
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"What the bloody hell was that?" James Potter asked his friend.
"I don't know Prongs…Wait. What's THAT…" he pointed towards the coat rack where there was a piece of red fur floating.
Ron's hair! Why does his hair have to be so noticeable?
In a split second, the charm wore off and two of the four marauders received a big shock when they saw 3 teenagers in James' front hall. One had red hair which explained the floating "fur." The other one was a girl with slightly bushy hair and had an aura of bossiness mixed with bravery and smarts around her. But she looked like someone who would never betray her friends and was willing to risk everything for them. The last one was the most shocking. He was sitting on the floor, halfway through to standing up. But the most curious thing about him was that he looked EXACTLY like one of the other people in the front hall.
He has the same trademark jet-black messy hair as James, Remus thought to himself, as a deadly silence enveloped the house. Same physical structure…only slightly shorter…thought he'll probably be the same height as James when he's an adult. Scar on his forehead…shaped like a lightning bolt? Strange. And those eyes. So…familiar.
This observation of one another only lasted a few seconds and before either of them could react, the three teens had ran out the front door and apparated away.
"Remus…" James croaked out, his throat still dry from the shock of seeing himself somewhere else other than a mirror.
"Yeah Padfoot?"
"Do I have a long lost twin or something?"
He chuckled. "You never know."
"I Know who that was" James said suddenly, his voice suddenly firmer, and his eyes directing cold rays at the door they had exited from.
"Who were they then? Distant relative? Cousin?" he asked, eager to know.
"Deatheaters. Disguised as innocent looking teenagers."
"Do you really think-"
"I KNOW it."
At that moment a loud echo sounded. "JAMES? Where are you?" The voice got closer until…
"James? Honey what's wrong?" Lily Potter asked, walking up to her rigid looking husband. He growled at an invisible opponent.
"Remus what happened?" she asked, turning her attention on the light haired man whom she noticed looked thoroughly shocked as well.
"Well umm…there were three children-"
"Death Eaters" James finally spoke. "And they're after Harry."
Lily gasped.
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"Probably thought that they could trick you into giving them Harry just because he polyjuiced himself to look like me…." He snarled. Lily came out from the kitchen into the living room where they were all sitting down. She handed the two men drinks, then sat beside James with a drink of her own.
"But why would they do it NOW? While you were at home?"
"Because they're idiots… all of them…" he answered simply.
She sighed and put her face in her hands wearily. "I knew this would happen. I knew they would come after us. I just didn't think it would be this soon….They'd need a plan first right? And it's only been three days since Dumbledore heard the prophesy."
Remus nodded in understanding and took a sip of his butterbeer. James and Lily had told both himself and Sirius the prophesy yesterday night. Peter hadn't been there as he had to visit his sick grandmother. They decided not to tell him instead, as he was a little careless and might slip it accidentally to a death eater. Sirius had agreed to be the Secret Keeper, and he had agreed to be the back up secret keeper in case- Remus gulped- anything happened to Sirius.
Nothing will happen. At least I hope not. He smiled as he remembered Sirius' exact words that night when James had voiced that concern.
"It would take no less than 700 steamrollers to kill the great Sirius Black!"
"Alright," James voice took a commanding tone, much like the tone he and Sirius had taken in Hogwarts when they were planning something important, like pranking Snape.
"Lets call Sirius…and Peter… he should be back by now. He must love that Grandmother of his so much because he keeps on visiting her… And we should call Dumbledore too. We can search the area and if were lucky we'll find the little bastards. We should also discuss the wardings in this house….very weak. We have to put up strong wards while Dumbledore's still working on putting the Fidelius Charm. Maybe a good and evil thing…alerts us when friends come in, but when someone coming to harm us gets in they'll get zapped or something….yeah that would be good…" he rubbed his chin thoughtfully and exited the room, still mumbling about wards under his breath.
Lily rolled her eyes and stood up. "I should help him out. He might accidentally kill someone." Remus didn't know if she was serious or joking. He couldn't tell.
She exited the living room in search of James, and he heard her say in a loud voice: "Oh! Good Afternoon Professor, Peter, Sirius. Has James told you yet? Come in first, then we can tell you the plan… How is she Peter?" Lily asked the short man, looking genuinely concerned. He look alarmed.
"Oh….er…..yes she's fine. Getting much better. My Aunt will be back on her feet soon enough…."
Aunt? But I thought….
"REMUS! Come on! Were all waiting for you!"
"YEAH REMI! C'MON! LILY WON'T SERVE THE FOOD UNTIL WERE COMPLETE!" Sirius whined. Dumbledore chuckled at how little he had changed since he had graduated from Hogwarts.
Completely forgetting his train of thought, he rushed away to the Living Room to listen to James rant again.
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"That was strange…." Ron said, starting the conversation that was bound to come. He sipped his gillyweed slowly, looking at Harry who was still in deep thought.
Once they had been seen and observed for a little while, only one plan of escape had formed on all three of their brains: RUN. So they did. Out the door and into a deserted alley. After checking that no one had followed them, they apparated to the only place where they knew they could catch their breath and analyze their situation. Hogsmeade.
Nice to know that The Three Broomsticks will always be full, in any time. Hermione thought as a group of wizards in their early twenties entered and one accidentally knocked his elbow into her head. She rubbed the backside of her head and smiled when she saw a much younger Rosmerta working as the bartender. There was an intimidating woman barking orders at her to clean the tables and she hurried off, looking a little frazzled. At least one day she'll be the one who owns the pub. She narrowed her eyes at the current owner, immediately hating her.
"I think that was my dad…." Harry finally spoke.
"NO KIDDING…. I know everyone says that you look a lot like your dad Harry, but that was just SCARY." Ron said cheerfully as the tension in the air subsided.
"Yes Harry, it was pretty shocking…." Hermione said, tearing her eyes away from someone who looked incredibly like Parvati Patil.
Ron snorted. "Pretty? I think I'd be more than PRETTY SHOCKED."
"Guys." Harry said suddenly, indicating he had an idea.
"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked, ignoring Ron who was choking on a biscuit.
"Hogwarts. We should go to Hogwarts! To look for that horocrux. Just look for it because I doubt we'll find it. It could take days. He could have hidden it just like the Sorcerers Stone."
"But people will see us! They'll ask questions. What about Dumbledore?" Hermione asked worriedly, ready for anything that could possibly go wrong and already forming a plan of escape.
"If my dad and I are really as alike as all of you say, then I KNOW that he'd call Dumbledore if someone who could possibly be a deatheater was impersonating him. I just know it."
"That does make sense…." Hermione trailed off, thinking of the pros and cons of going to Hogwarts.
"C'mon Hemione! I miss Hogwarts! Plus I don't think we could look in the Ministry or especially in Harry's house right now…Remember what you said… we have a limited time in the past. We can't stay too long or it might have a bad effect on the future. We have to start looking now…" Ron reasoned, pushing all of her buttons in order to convince her.
It worked.
"Alright then…But first we have to find a place to stay. Then we go to Hogwarts."
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"Wormtail." A cold, cruel voice called from inside a dark room. Actually, it looked a quite a lot like Snape's dungeons. A short man in a black cloak scurried in, shaking with fear.
"Y-yes Master?" he stuttered. "Gather my things. I will be leaving shortly. Do not tell anyone save for my inner circle about my journey. There are many spies in our midst. I will contact you when you and the rest are to meet me there. But for now I will go alone. I have to consult….well… myself." He sneered at his own joke.
"But first we must have an attack."
"An…an attack my lord? Whatever for?"
Voldemort's nostrils flared with anger. "It is not smart to question my decisions Wormtail. CRUCIO!"
His screams echoed around the room and later became whimpering as he was released from the spell.
"That should teach you a lesson. Never disobey or question your master. And never doubt my power." He glared at the figure on the ground.
"Get up! Get up you pathetic excuse for a human…. If you would like to know what is happening tonight, go ask the deatheater who made it possible. She is possibly the best spy I have ever had. Of course Severus has risen a few points in my book for killing the muggle-loving fool." He gave an evil smirk when he remembered Dumbledore's fate.
"She is a spy in the Order of the Phoenix….that pathetic group that thinks they can defy me… When Dumbledore had just died, she informed me of the location of their headquarters before they could get another Secret Keeper." He laughed cruelly. "They didn't even have a backup one because they had so much faith in Dumbledore's abilities. Fools… I've known the location for quite some time now, but I've been saving it for an attack. About 50 members of the Order are having a meeting there today. It won't be a massacre, though I wish I could do that to get rid of them. I'm just going to send them a message. Give them slaps in the face…show them that Lord Voldemort means business. Plus I need them distracted and not suspicious of my lack of activity." He smiled as what he was was the complete opposite of inactive. "I sent another deatheater to fetch her, wouldn't want a loyal follower like her to die now would I?
"Who is she my Lord?" he asked timidly, afraid of getting punished, yet curious all the same.
"Emmeline Vance."
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"Emmy! Emmeline!"
A blonde haired witch turned around to see a woman with bubblegum pink hair running towards her, tripping every two steps. She stopped when she caught up with the woman and put a hand up to her heart.
"Wow…you walk fast. Either that or I'm just a slow runner." Tonks said.
"Anyways…the meetings starting. We have to be early. This meeting must be important seeing as how they invited almost 50 of us. Lately it's always been in small groups, but not this time."
Emmeline smiled. "I'll be there in a second. I just have to… get something in the kitchen. You go ahead."
"Alright then" Tonks gave her a small wave and ran off again, but not before tripping over the umbrella stand.
Emmeline smirked to herself. Umbrella Stand: 3 Tonks: 0
She turned her back on the kitchen and tiptoed up the stairs, smirking knowingly.
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"Ginny?" Molly Weasley called from downstairs. "Ginny were having an Order Meeting. It's very important so PLEASE stay up in your room ok? We don't need any trouble from you."
"Alright mum….i'll stay out of your way!" she screamed back, cringing when Mrs. Black started wailing again.
I had BETTER stay out of her way… after all, I don't want to be caught eavesdropping
She grinned naughtily as she opened the drawer beside her bed and pulled out what was, in her opinion anyways, the best thing that Fred and George had ever invented. The Extendable Ears. She slipped them into her pocket and crept down the hallway, the length of time she spent in the house showing as she avoided each creaking step in pitch-black darkness.
I can't stop grinning. But I can't help it. It's not everyday that you deliberately disobey your mother and eavesdrop on an important Order of the Phoenix meeting. Gives me the rush I so desperately need…..
She stopped short when she heard a creak from one of the floorboards in the hallway.
Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit. I should have known she was going to check on me again! She knows me well… too well. I should have stayed in my room a little longer. Me and my stupid thrills….
She saw an outline of someone through the darkness. There were two people. She couldn't see well but she knew that one of them was wearing a robe with the hood on. She couldn't see their faces. Then a voice that definitely wasn't her mothers broke the silence and spoke to the cloaked figure.
"Bella, it's almost time! We should get out of here!"
Bella? Bellatrix? And….wait. Was that….Emmeline? What was Emmeline doing talking to a deatheater? Better Yet, what was a deatheater doing in the Order of the Phoenix Head Quarters?
"It's all ready. He's just about to leave."
"What about the rest of us?"
"He says that he'll call us all when we're needed."
"Are you sure that no one knows of his trip?"
She sighed. "NO EMMY, NO ONE KNOWS."
"Alright, alright. Don't get all PMS on me."
Bellatrix glared at her. "We have to go. He might need us. Plus I want to see him off."
"Wow, you sound like you and Rodolphus are separated and you re-married the Dark Lord." She chuckled. Or rather, gave an evil version of a chuckle.
"Don't be insane Em. I'm just excited. This could change everything! Once he goes back in time and kills the parents, his past self will be free to kill Potter. No mother to die for him now...Then the dark lord takes over… we would be treated like queens!" She gave an excited smile. "Just kill him at about the same time, except when the parents are gone. He wants it when the boy is the same age as last time, something to do with symbolism. Or maybe irony."
Ginny held her breath. Harry, Ron and Hermione were at the exact time where Voldemort was planning to go. If the situation wasn't so serious, she would be laughing her brains out right now. Sort of stalker-ish, don't you think Voldie?
They could stop whatever was happening...If only she could warn them. And that is when Ginny Weasley realised that, in terms of brain power, she WASN'T that far ahead of Ron. They were actually in the same pace, though this was the ONLY time she would ever admit that she could be as stupid as Ron. The timeturner. She silently thanked Hermione for thinking ahead. How does she always manage to think of the perfect plans? But that was Hermione. You could never question her perfection.
She listened carefully to the women's conversation, hoping to find out what to warn Harry about before actually going on to warn them.
Emmeline was starting to look excited too. Her eyes gleamed in anticipation.
"Yes…" she whispered. "I see it all now." She held her two hands up to make a sort of picture fame.
"We wouldn't have to work... We'd be given new designer clothes everyday!"
Bellatrix nodded, urging her to continue. She quite liked this mental picture that Emmeline was sketching for them.
"And err... men would feed us strawberries as we lay on the beach...topless."
Bella gave a mock gasp. "Emmy how naughty! I bet you'd like it if that werewolf were the one feeding you." She said teasingly.
Emmeline blushed. "That was a long time ago! In my third year! When I was naive and stupid and-- oh stop already!"
Bella was clutching her stomach with one hand and covering her mouth with the other to prevent the gleeful laughter from escaping from her mouth.
For one second, they actually look like two normal women, discussing their past crushes. Ginny thought. But that rare moment was quickly snatched away.
"Emmy you're killing me!" Bella panted, her face red from laughter. I'm going to explode..I--Wait! Em! The bomb! We've got to go!"
Judging from the look on Emmeline's face, she was panicking.
Ginny watched as the two witches ran downstairs quickly, not caring anymore who heard them.
Then she registered what had just been said.
Bomb. Holy Fuck.
Then, as though that exact thought was the thing that would set the bomb off, the house exploded, and then there was silence.
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There was a hurried knock at the door. When the signal to enter was given, they stumbled in looking shocked and frazzled.
"What happened? Has something gone wrong with my plan?" Voldemort demanded, not concerned in the slightest about the wellbeing of 2 of his inner circle deatheaters.
Emmeline reassured him. "Everything has gone according to plan ,my lord." She bent down to kneel before him. "We just got a little..." She glanced at Bella who nodded encouragingly. "…Distracted…. but it didn't change anything. The plan is still moving smoothly."
"Very Good. I would hate it if two of my best deatheaters were somehow...i don't know...killed for making such a huge mistake."
They gulped nervously as Voldemort looked them in the eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the way they feared him.
"Well, I shall be going now. Remember..." he faced the 2 women once more. "Our plan. And this time, DON'T get distracted."
Then with a few flips of the timeturner, he was gone.
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"Ginny!" Arthur Weasley practically sobbed. He was flipping over pieces of burned furniture. He passed Mrs. Blacks painting which was FINALLY off the wall, but still screaming.
Soon, he saw a fleck of red hair underneath a pile of ashes. He ran and picked the petite figure up from the ground.
"Molly!" his voice cracked in the middle, causing it to sound more like a 'MOLHAEEEE'.
"Arthur!" she looked up at him from the first floor. Amazingly, the second floor was still standing, but only a small portion of it.
She ran up the stairs, gasping when one step broke and her leg fell partially into the hole. Arthur moved to help her, but Molly was already out, rushing to her daughters side.
"Oh Ginny! Ginny!" she buried her face into the unconcious girl's beautiful red hair. "Arthur is she alright?" she asked, looking up, kissing and smelling her daughtter's hair.
Arthur sighed, and answered truthfully. "I dont know. But she's alive, we should get her to St. Mungo's now to ahev her checked."
Molly agreed immedietely, and the couple levitated their only daughter out of the house, tears running down their faces at the prospect of losing their baby girl had almost became a reality.
What they didn't know was that one of Voldemort's most cunning spies was currently celebrating with the rest of his followers. Celebrating their 'message' to the Order.
And what no one else nknew was that the only hope the wizarding world had of stopping Voldemort was lying in a hospital bed, unconcious, with a timeturner tucked safely inside her pocket.
Blissfully unaware of the horrors in store.
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A/N: Tell me what you think!