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A Tale of Two Times

Snatched through time at birth, Harry becomes a time traveller. He discovers this at five when he meets his real parents, and goes to Hogwarts prepared... but he hadn't realised Voldemort had a spy in Hogwarts and was trying to steal a dangerous artefact.

Chapter Thirteen

Impossible Harry

Unknown Time: Unknown Month

Cecil and Róisín tumbled down the waterfall, screaming their lungs out. At that point in time they were entirely frozen with fear. It took a few moments, but Róisín eventually gained control of herself, and thought for a split second. She could see the ground plummeting toward them. Taking an even tighter grip of Cecil's hand, she breathed deeply and tried to manipulate her magic and the magic around her to make them stop. It would have been far more effective if she had simply tried to levitate herself. Instead, in her effort, she couldn't stop Cecil's hand from leaving hers as she stopped abruptly, making him move even faster than he had been before. "Cecil!" she screamed, almost bursting her lungs. "Stop! Cecil, please stop!"

"HOW!" He shouted back, his voice growing fainter and slipping under the roar of the waterfall.

"Use your magic!" She shouted back twice as loudly, but she wasn't sure if he could hear her.

She just floated with the water thundering down over and behind her, waiting fearfully for her twin. 'Cecil!' she thought desperately.

'Róisín?' came a confused sounding thought through her mind.

'Cecil!'

'Róisín?'

This went on for a good few minutes, but they finally confirmed that they were thinking to each other.

'Cecil, are you okay?'

'I've stopped and the water shoved me into a cave off the side.'

'That's good. What do we do now?'

'Well, I'm going to try and get out of this cave and onto the side banks. I can hear the water crashing about a meter below me.'

'Alright. I'll try to get there as well.'

'Can you still see the water?'

'No. I think we can only see things that present an immediate danger to us'

'Right' Cecil thought, before they cut off the connection and concentrated completely on trying to get out of the waterfall relying solely on magic. And considering that they didn't know what they were doing, and were just making it up as they went, it took them about half an hour before they had gotten to the side.

'G'night!'

'G'night Róisín.' Cecil thought, the thought coming through with a yawn. Then they both collapsed on the banks and slept for about five hours.

The sun was rising as they awoke. They were both, by now, starving. "When I see that monkey," Cecil ground out. "I will physically kill him and have him for dinner."

"That's probably not a good idea, Cecil. He could be diseased."

"We can use magic to steal the decontaminator back."

"We'll get it all back." They found each others hands after a quick bathe in the river and filling themselves up with water. Then they headed to find the tribe shaman, remembering the directions from Rodor.

September: 1991

Harry gaped for a good few seconds, before he seemed to take it in. He could feel Hermione gaping beside him, before they both cried, "Lilly! Louie! Gregy!"

At the same time, Lilly, Louise and Greg shouted out "Hazza-y! Hermione-y!"

The five of them immediately did their 'victory' dance, before they stopped, realising that everyone was staring at them. They looked around and soon enough everyone went back to their own business, and they were grinning like mad. Harry was utterly confused. It was impossible! Physically impossible! Uncle Merlin had said that you had to have magic when you were born to have magic, and their auras had clearly been free of magic when he'd first met them, but what he saw now seemed to conflict against it.

He was incredibly happy at this revelation, and, although he didn't know it, Draco felt like he'd been dropped like a hot potato, which it seemed he had been. Lilly, Louise, Greg, Harry and Hermione were chatting away like old friends which they were, and leaving everyone out. Though they were still upset that all their other friends couldn't come (they had quite a lot of them), they were pleased that the five of them had made it, as they were best friends, so Sandy, Pan, Chris, Trent and Dean didn't really matter at the moment.

They chatted animatedly as they chewed their way through their breakfast, and, looking at their timetable, they realised that Harry, Hermione, Lilly and Greg had History of Magic as their first period. Harry was pleased about this as History was usually one of his mildly enjoyable subjects.

However, Kieran Kantooth had different ideas about history, and it immediately skyrocketed to his favourite.

"I am a half blood." He began after he had called the roll. Everyone was looking at each other confusedly, wondering what his point was and what it had to do with History. "Even though both my parents were Muggle."

Harry blinked. Hermione blinked. The rest of the class blinked. "What?" they all said as one.

"Every person that has magic in their veins has to have some ancestors who had magic, except for a few exceptional cases." Kantooth explained. "So, for our first project this year, we are going to research our family trees. There is a spell that can help with this project, which can be found in one of your books. I think it was Notable Witches and Wizards."

He looked around the room, and was not in the least surprised to hear groans. "I know," he laughed good naturedly. "But it's part of the curriculum. This year, we do ancestry, ancient binding methods, etc. Next year we do famous people, though we do cover them briefly this year. The year after that we do goblin rebellions. Then I think you do magical artefacts. Fifth year you do wars, sixth year do legends, and in seventh year, you go into the finer points on all these things."

"Today we will find out what you know about family lines, and then we'll play some games."

"Okay. For the first six weeks we will be working on Family Trees and learning about certain abilities, etc, that run in family lines." Kantooth looked around the class, and pointed straight at Harry.

"You're a Potter, am I correct?"

Harry almost said 'no, I'm a Gryffindor,' but instead, he just said "Yes, Professor."

"How much do you know about the Potter family line?"

Harry thought hard. "The first born child is usually a male?" he asked. He wasn't very familiar with the Potter/Evans side of his family. He was closer to the Gryffindor/Ravenclaw side.

Kantooth nodded. "Does anyone know anything special about their family lines? Muggleborns can put their hand up too."

Lilly immediately put up her hand, almost falling off her seat. "No-one from my dad's side of the family has ever had any other eye colour but blue." She said breathlessly.

"Good. Anyone else? Traditions count as well."

Another Hufflepuff raised their hand. "Yes?"

"Well, in my family, we do name blessings."

"Do you want to explain to everyone else what a name blessing is?"

"Well, a name blessing takes one of the meanings of a name and turns it into a blessing in a way. For example, my name, Susan Amelia, means Trusting Worker, and my name blessing is 'May you always be trusting and work hard for what you get throughout your life."

"Well done! Five points to Hufflepuff!" Susan practically shone with pride, and her smile threatened to snap her face in half.

Lilly grinned as well, and turned to Harry, sticking her tongue out. 'We're better than you!' she signed.

Harry huffed. 'Not in a month of Sundays!' he replied.

This is where Greg put in. 'Oh, stop being so full of yourself. And what have I told you about girl germs?'

'Oh, shush!' he signed in irritation. Greg just smirked, and turned back to doodling on his parchment when he should have been taking notes.

They turned back to the lesson. Kantooth was certainly a great teacher, no doubt about it. He had every student hanging on to his every word, fascinated. It was clear that he was passionate about his subject.

Harry and Hermione were sorry to leave by the time the lesson had ended, and they had to go Defence Against the Dark Arts, which they had with the Gryffindors. Louise smiled when she saw them entering the same class as them, and introduced them to her two new friends.

"This is Masobelle Black, she's in my dorm, and this is Shane Flamel." Then, so no one else could understand, she signed quickly and discreetly. 'Shane's mum and dad are 600 years old! Can you believe it?'

'It's called alchemy, Lou. Alchemy.'

"Excuse me?" Asked Masobelle. "Are you just going to stare at each other? Or are you going to talk?" Masobelle flicked a strand of thick black hair over her shoulder. Her voice sounded slightly thick as she spoke. "Well?"

They never answered her, as the teacher arrived and ushered them through the door.

Once they had their seats, the professor smiled sweetly. "Okay, class! Stand up and lets say good morning!" she said, pointing her ruler at the board where it read "Professor Pandora Parry"

"Poor Pan," Harry whispered. "She has to share a name with this crazy creature."

Hermione and Louise batted him, while Masobelle, Shane and Dray just looked on curiously. But indeed, it seemed that Professor Parry was crazy, and she did nothing to discourage this image. She didn't wear robes. Instead she had a pair of fluoro orange jeans and a Muggle tee shirt. It was tie died in fluoro pink. She had a lime green and lemon yellow crimped sash tied around her waist, and her hair was died pink, like the colour of her shirt and shoes. For most of the lesson, her voice was several tones too happy about things like the discovery of shielding charms. The students were torn between hating her and loving her. So they all pretended to hate her while secretly liking her. The girls would always whisper snide comments like 'I think she must be a troll – wait, that's an insult to the trolls!' to each other and giggle at them. The boys were slightly crueller. There were several times where they stuck pins on her chair, unfortunately, Parry hardly seemed to notice. It was highly unnatural. They all giggled when she walked out with pins stuck to her bum.

After morning tea they had Potions. Harry had been surprised when he had learnt that there were only two potions lessons a week. Surely, he thought, Potions was far too an important subject to be skimping on. He soon found out why. The Potions Professor, Severus Snape, was horrible. He seemed to have a grudge against Harry, Hermione and Dray. The moment they entered his classroom, he fired questions at them, which, due to Hermione's incessant studying, Harry's lessons with Helga, and Dray's pre Hogwarts potions tutoring, they were able to answer. This seemed to make Snape hate them all even more, unfortunately.

The rest of Ravenclaw House was pleased. They were usually ignored by Snape, as were the Hufflepuffs. Having him hate them so much would give them some kind of chance to prove themselves.

After Potions, they had Charms. Professor Flitwick, their head of house, taught that. Flitwick was so short that he used a levitating charm to keep his head above the desk. He told them that he used to use a pile of books, but he had hated to use books for such a task. Then he went through to role and explained the course objectives. Harry was sure that he'd be bored as hell by the end of it. They were learning the Levitating Charm in October, and the month following up to it would be Theory and learning different wand movements. He'd done most of these movements years ago. He'd learn to do them wandlessly first, then he'd do them with his wand. He always felt that using a wand was too complicated though. Cecil and Róisín seemed like they would take after him in that department. They didn't even have wands yet and he taught them wandless magic. He had taught them the more practical spells first, then the others.

So basically, his five year old siblings had already covered the future Hogwarts first year Charms course, wandlessly. Nope. He wouldn't have any fun. In fact, the only remotely new sounding spell was the Core Swapping Charm, which simply swapped the magic of one person to another person. And he wasn't looking forward to that. He liked his magic where it was, thank you very much! Luckily, it wouldn't sap his travelling ability, as no other bodies would be equipped for it.

They had Herbology with a sullen witch, Professor Clear. She hadn't yet divulged her first name to anyone, saying sullenly that it was an embarrassment and a disgrace to the family. She seemed to think that her mother was insane. The liked it when her lessons were cut short. She was almost as bad as Snape, apart from the fact that she didn't take points, or hate anyone specifically. She was just, well, to put it simply, a pessimist. Her first words to them had summed it up. "Bad afternoon, class. If we go inside, maybe we have a slim chancer of surviving."

And it had been perfectly sunny and happy.

They had Transfiguration after Herbology on Mondays. It was with the head of Gryffindor House, with the Hufflepuffs. Their first lesson was to turn their matchstick into a needle. Harry thought that this was pretty pathetic, because in the past, even the Muggles knew how to do things like this.

They knew all about it, and studied it as part of their normal lives, they just weren't able to physically do anything. It was prohibited by the Council for a Muggleborn child to practice any magic before the age of 11, when they could go to Hogwarts and gain a professional education. So most Muggleborns knew how to do the basics, they just needed to practice them. Even di Mildura would be up to the level of turning a rock into a bit of wood. It was simply a matter of altering the composition of the particles, though for the first week they would revise these things.

Harry transfigured his needle within a few minutes. He could have done it heaps faster, but he turned it into a mouse first and he had to try and catch it. This was because he only knew how to do summoning charms wandlessly, which, quite obviously, he couldn't be doing in front of 100 other people including McGonagall. McGonagall seemed to think that he had messed up the transformation, but he didn't care what she thought because he knew better. He held the mouse by its tail in his left hand, twirling it around and making it dizzy, before pointing his wand at it, whereupon it vaporised and reformed into a needle. He smirked arrogantly, not even Hermione had managed to do it fully. By the end of the lesson, he had a pile of needles on his desk. Professor McGonagall made a big show of it, before noticing Harry's obvious lack of interest and dismissing them rather crossly.

Unknown Time: Unknown Month

Cecil and Róisín had finally made their way to the tribe. They could smell the food cooking over what they assumed was a spit fire. Cecil drooled at the thought of it. They hadn't had anything more substantial than water for nearly 24 hours, and they were beginning to get stomach cramps. Cecil pinched the bridge of his nose. "Róisín, I need that food." He whined.

"I need it too, but you don't see me whining, do you?" she snapped at him, pushing a strand of black hair back behind her ear, wishing that her ribbons would stay put for once.

Cecil rolled his eyes. "Geez," he muttered, and frowned in thought. He really needed that food.

Although he hadn't been taught the proper wandless magic summoning charm yet, he decided that he would have to have a go at it. He concentrated hard and felt the magic snaking out of his hand. He directed it toward the smell, where it ripped off a large chunk of meat. It slowly wound its way back to the twins and by the time that it did, Cecil ploughed into it, not stopping to think it Róisín would like any.

"That is gross, Cecil!" she exclaimed, but ate her share anyway.

Unfortunately for the twins, there had been someone watching the food while it cooked. Upon noticing that a bit had been brutally ripped off the side, she summoned to the tribe shaman and they both followed it back to where it had come from. When they stopped in front of a cave and saw the two pale younglings, the woman was shocked. She'd never seen anyone white, before. The tribe shaman was not quite as shocked, as his pet monkey Podi had described them to him. He had been pleased with his monkeys gaining, but he had not realised how young the people he had taken them from had been.

However, deceit was Pilan's forte, and he could work this situation exactly to his liking. Or so he thought.

Cecil and Róisín could see the man the moment that he appeared. When he leaned down and said something in his native tongue, they cowered and moved further to the back.

Seeing that they couldn't understand him, he switched to Lingubestian, which Podi had assured him they could understand. 'It's okay, I want to be your friend, I want to help you,' he whispered softly.

'Yeah, right.' thought Róisín in Putoration. 'He probably wants to boil us up in a pot.'

'Or he might want to steal the rest of our stuff.'

'What else have we got?'

'Um… our bracelets?'

'So, how about it?' They tuned back into the conversation that was going on I Lingubestian.

'Um, alright.' Cecil muttered, hoping they might get food.

'Excellent, now younglings, what are your names?'

'I'm Róisín and he's Cecil.'

'No, no, that won't do. Do you have any siblings?'

'We have an older brother.'

'Good, good. Róisín, your tribal name can be Winona. Cecil, what is your father?'

'Um… he's a knight, and he's a teacher.'

'NO! His title.'

'Oh. Lord Godric of Hogwarts.'

'Great, you can be Yuma.'

'But sir, can't we keep our names?'

'No, you must have proper names, Little Pauwau'

Cecil was utterly confused, and he conveyed this feeling perfectly in Putoration 'Huh?'

'Don't ask me. And don't believe anything he says,'

'I'm not stupid, Róisín!'

'That's "Winona,"' she mimicked the shaman's voice in her mind.

Cecil snorted mentally. 'Sure, and I'm Yuma'

'You are.' Róisín teased.

Revised: January 2006