Ron and Hermione go into the future somehow. They find that HJP is the Headmaster of Hogwarts and that his loving wife is Bellatrix who has just found out she's pregnant. What do they do? What do they discover?
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Ron and Hermione hovered by the staircase under the Cloak in the Entrance Hall. They watched Harry make his way down. When he reached the foot of the stairs he nodded at them.
"The school should be eating breakfast right now." he said. "I am going to introduce you as Ronald Black and Hermione Evans. Now, your cover is that you are both foreign exchange students from Salem Magic Academy, America. You were supposed to arrive earlier but were waylaid. Be creative – I don't care. Just make sure your stories match. And I put a spell on your voice so is has a faint American accent. OK, going in. I'll push the doors open when it's time for you to come through."
He pushed open the heavy doors and walked through. They saw a brief glimpse of the Great Hall before the doors slammed such.
Harry walked through the throngs of students up to the teacher's table. He sat down next to his wife and kissed her cheek. "Good morning darling."
Wolf whistles sounded out throughout the Hall. The students grinned as one. "Honestly, you'd think we hadn't done this a hundred times before."
Harry stood up. "Could I have your attention please?" the Great Hall quieted instantly. "Thank you. Now, as part of an experimental exchange program, the Salem Magic Academy in America have sent us two students in sixth-year that will stay in separate rooms of their own. However, last night they were both sorted into Gryffindor and will go to classes on with the Gryffindors and eat at Gryffindor table. May I present," the doors boomed open "Ronald Black and Hermione Evans!"
Ron and Hermione walked through the open doors and over to Gryffindor table. A pretty young woman bearing a striking resemblance to Ginny made some space and gestured for them to sit down. "Hi, I'm Molly" she whispered before Harry started speaking again.
"I trust that you will all make our new students feel at home." Harry sat back down and instantly began eating breakfast. His wife laughed at his furious consuming and hit him on the arm, telling him to slow down.
Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron were instantly embroiled in conversation with the Gryffindors. The smiling young woman who had introduced herself turned out to be their 'daughter' Molly Weasley. A young man who stuck close to Molly turned out to be Mark Thomas, evidently Dean Thomas' son. Not too far away were the twins Gideon and Fabian. Ron idly wondered if anyone had noticed they had the same initials as Fred and George. Judging by the evil grins on their faces, they had.
An Asian boy with an Irish accent turned out to be Byron Finnigan. A thin girl with Parvati Patil's features was evidently her daughter, and introduced herself as Ebony Patil. Rebecca Madison looked familiar, though he didn't know where from. Miranda and Robert Longbottom had the same wide, friendly face, tightly curled chestnut hair, long nose, and friendly face turned out to be twins. Jack Raven was a Muggle-born wizard with chocolate coloured eyes and raven hair. He was the only Muggle-born of the lot and completed the Gryffindor sixth-years.
After breakfast the first class was Transfiguration with Professor Khaefre, an Egyptian bloke. They were working on the immensely difficult art of self-transfiguration. Today they were trying to change the colour of their own eyebrows. Hermione was the first to do it, with the Longbottom twins and Molly following closely behind. (Hermione was amused to note that when they returned their eyebrows to their original colour, the colour her eyebrows and Ron's returned to was the colour Harry had transfigured them to. She silently whistled. That was some transfiguration!)
Their day passed in a haze of colour and noise. It was not very different to any other day, save that they were around other people and minus Harry. When they made their way back to their quarters later that night, they found the portrait open and a fire blazing in the grate. Inside sat Harry and Bellatrix. Harry smiled as they approached.
"I have done some research, and I believe I have found a way to get you back to your own time and dimension. However, it may take some time and you will have to stay for a while. But, I can tell you what I discovered.
"This box, for lack of a better word, was part of a set of seven (the most powerful magical number) created by Merlin approximately one thousand years ago. His aim was to create a time machine, but due to a mispronunciation, he passed out. When he awoke, he discovered he had seven little boxes and a blinding headache. When he was sufficiently rested, he attempted to use one of the boxes. He couldn't. He scattered them across the world in his rage.
"Years later, around 1400 BC, a prophecy was made by a village healer. The prophecy stated that seven people would be able to harness the power of the boxes. Once the person turned sixteen, the box closest to them would try to 'find' them, in one way or another. Of the seven listed, three have not been found. Of the remaining, the 'fire haired seventh son of a seventh son' seems most likely to be you."
Ron nodded, taking it all in his stride. Hermione marvelled at how much more mature he was compared to before. Harry continued, "If you don't mind me asking, if you're the seventh son, then who's missing?"
Ron sighed deeply. "After Charlie, before Percy, we had another brother. He was still born. His name was Graham, and if he had lived, he would be twenty-three – in our time, I mean."
Harry nodded. "OK. We've established that much. Unfortunately, I have no clue how to program it to get you back to your time. Bella is going to take it to an old friend of hers who is an expert on this type of thing, aren't you darling?"
"Mmm-hmm" agreed his wife. "I believe you know him. His name is Severus Snape."
"In the meantime," Harry said "you'll have to stay here. Goodnight."
Harry and Bellatrix made their way out, the portrait closing behind them. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, shrugged, and walked up to their rooms to digest the night's information their own way.
The next day was much like the one before. Ron and Hermione got up, readied themselves for the day, and made their way down to the Great Hall. Their friends greeted them and they sat down.
"What we got first?" Ron asked, pulling a plate of kippers towards him.
"Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid and Olympe." yawned Byron. "In the Forest." Not far away, Gideon and Fabian bent their heads together, whispering (no doubt about some new prank) while their sister frowned in their direction. Hermione stifled a giggle. She looked so much like Hermione herself frowning at Harry and Ron when they hadn't done their homework.
Care of Magical Creatures was blissfully accident free, though Ron and Hermione had fond memories of Malfoy getting savaged and the not-so-fond memories of the Blast-Ended Skrewts and Flobberworms. Hagrid looked much as he did twenty years ago, except slightly greyer and much happier. His happiness may be attributed to Madame Maxime, his wife and co-professor. He seemed to have settled down his monstrous creatures obsession, judging by the fact that no one mentioned his hiding enormous spiders under his bed or dragon eggs in the heart of his fire in his cabin. Speaking of his cabin, it had been replaced by a miniature house the size of his old cabin, evidently magically enlarged on the inside.
The day passed like any other, apart from Ron and Byron making wisecracks through out Divination – Hermione, much to her horror, had been signed up for this class, leaving her vowing to kill Harry at the first opportunity she got. Alas, Sybil Trelawney still taught it, and after thoroughly irritating them all by predicting Ron's death and Hermione's maiming in honour of new students, she managed to get onto the topic of what she was supposed to be teaching.
At dinner that night, they were still laughing about Ron and Byron's antics as they consumed shepherds and pumpkin pie. At the end of their meal, Ron leaned back in his chair (as was his habit), happy after such an enormous meal. Hermione too looked happy, but for different reasons: that enormous stack of homework waiting for her in her common room (as she thought of it; Ron rarely frequented it).they both stood up.
"Well, I think we'd better get up to the common room and start our homework," Hermione stated, looking positively gleeful at the idea.
"Uh-huh," Ron said, looking gloomy.
"Hang on," Molly protested. "You can't go up into that common room all alone. Anyway," she winked. "Ron will need something to do, because you'll be doing his for him."
"I will not!" Hermione argued. Then smiled. "Oh, what the hell. Meet you up there in fifteen minutes? OK. Bye!" she and Ron waved as they set of towards their quarters.
The others looked at each other. "If they're so new here, how do they know the way to the common room?" Byron said slowly. No one answered. What could they say?