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A/N: Well, I got my wish! You guys are awesome! So, here is the next chappie like I promised. I don't have much more in the plot well at the moment, but I will work on this tirelessly! (Around my Hamlet essay for Lit, of course…this story is my senioritis, so it reflects the randomness and confusion of my brain.) THANKS CLAIRE! Ja!
Harry felt his stomach heave as he hurdled forward into the liquid mist of his daughter's memory. Before he had completely gone inside of it, Harry had seen a somewhat circular version of what he recognized immediately as his daughter's bedroom in the expanded hut on the edge of the forest where his family lived.
He finally came down, crashing noiselessly into the hardwood floor. He quickly jumped to his feet and saw his daughter, in a striped sweater, blue jeans and trainers take a swig of a foaming potion. Not a second had passed before two enormous entryways appeared. The walls of the bedroom seemed to expand slightly to make room. 'Darcie needs to clean her room, I should talk to…wait a minute! My daughter just took the nastiest… second nastiest… looking potion ever and I'm worried about dirty clothes? I've turned into Petunia!"
Harry turned towards the entryways and took in their sheer… bigness? Was that a word? Anyway… the one on his left looked like two columns, joined by an arch at the top. It was fairly plain, and made of some hard material the color of parchment with blots splattered all over it. Harry made a mental note to figure what it was.
It didn't strike him as sinister, per say, but it wasn't pleasant looking either. He hoped in his fatherly cowardice that Darcie would choose the other archway, slightly bigger and gleaming white. It was ornamented with every peaceful image imaginable… doves, olive branches, vines, flowers… there was even a statue of a wood nymph sitting at the foot of the left column. She was stroking her hair with fragile looking, thin fingers.
Darcie must have had the same idea as Harry, because she went for the second, more welcoming archway first. He followed her through gossamer white curtains floating in a non-existent breeze. A part of him hoped this was nothing like the archway in the Department of Mysteries, but he quickly remembered that this was the past, and that his daughter was still just fine.
The only word Harry found to correctly describe the darkness and silence past the curtains would be 'thick'. It clung to him, and he had the feeling that if Darcie screamed, even though she was a less than a foot away, he wouldn't be able to hear it. But she walked on bravely, until it felt as if both were being pulled into a black whirlpool. There was still no sound.
They emerged in the Headmaster's office of all places, looking exactly like it had when Dumbledore was still occupying it. All of the instruments were buzzing, spitting and whirring, some of them even emitting smoke. Just like it used to be.
Harry saw Darcie's jaw drop at the sight and he watched her turn slowly and gasp. He turned too, and was amazed at who he saw.
A great black dog bounded over to Darcie, licking her squarely on the ear. Dumbledore in immaculate periwinkle robes followed, and smiled at Harry's daughter with twinkling eyes. Harry instinctively knew what was coming…
The thin man with rounded spectacles over hazel eyes and messy, jet black hair ran to Darcie and swung her up in a hug. Harry's mother, with wavy red hair and almond shaped eyes cupped her face to get a good look, and then kissed Darcie on the forehead. Hagrid strolled over and patted Darcie on the back, sending her straight to the faded rug from the strength of Hagrid's palm.
Harry felt a wave of guilt and regret was over him… because he had been afraid of the pain, he hadn't even told her who some of these people were. He saw tiny, shimmering tears form at the corners of Darcie's eyes, and he realized that even though she didn't know them, she felt the immense amount of love in the room. None of them ever whispered a word.
He felt the thick darkness pull at his feet and it felt almost as if he was drowning in cold. He honestly was afraid of suffocation. The whirlpool sucked Harry and Darcie through the floor and into another, dimly lit area.
Harry wondered what surprises were in store this time. He and Darcie landed on something soft… it felt familiar… Devil's Snare! This was the SAME way it felt years ago, when he was only eleven, after jumping blindly through the trapdoor. He scrambled to get off, panicking, until he realized once again that it was only a memory, after all. He watched Darcie find her way out of it, barley even struggling. Harry watched her rub her bicep where a strand of the plant had held her tightly, when she stopped suddenly. She lifted up her sleeve, and there were no marks from the hold at all. 'That's odd…'
Harry noticed that he had been standing on what looked like frosted glass, at least a few feet thick. Darcie had noticed it too, and it looked as if she was trying to break the glass with her little maryjane. It was so cute. He couldn't help smiling. She was so much like Ginny.
He walked around, looking for a way off the glass. He kept Darcie in sight, because it still was her memory. He stopped abruptly when he banged his head on something. He didn't even feel it; he really just saw the thing at the level of his eyes. It was more off the glass… and looking ahead, Harry could see a place where their glass floor rose up and in. Oh Crap.
As he looked up, Harry saw something sprinkling from far above him. He found a few small grain of something tan-ish and bent down to get a closer look. Sand. 'This just keeps getting odder and odder, like we've fallen through a rabbit hole! MY NAME ISN'T ALICE!' Darcie was picking up the sand and sifting it through her fingers when Harry heard her whisper.
"Timeturner."
A/N: Like I said, I will work hard! Always review if you need me to explain anything, because my mind works in odd ways! MWAH!
