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Chapter 3

"Oi," said a small, distant voice. "Can you hear me?" Harry Potter didn't know where he was…or what he was doing there…or who was talking to him.

"Mate…James…can you hear me?" This time the voice was louder and clearer. James? thought Harry. Harry then noticed that everything was dark…so he slowly opened his green eyes.

Bright sunlight hit him like the Bludger in Second Year. He shot up his arm to block the light, and he could see white spots appear in front of his eyes. He blinked eyes and saw… a pale face ginger hair. Harry squinted up at the man that stood bent-over him and saw that he was in his middle to late thirties, bright flaming hair, a long freckled nose, and blue eyes. Harry blinked to clear his vision for the man looked like a younger…

"Mr. Weasley?" mumbled Harry. He then sat up with his eyes still on the man in front of him.

"Err…that's me…but you can still call me Arthur?" said the man with amusement in his shiny blue eyes and a smile on his face. "What are you doing in the street James? Getting a tan?" The man then laughed; that was something that James would defiantly do. Then the red haired man looked the man in the eye and his smile faded for he saw…he saw bright green eyes, not hazel. The man looked closer to the green-eyed man and noticed that he was really only a boy.

"Oh…I'm sorry…I thought that you were someone I knew," said Arthur hurriedly while his ears started to turn red with embarrassment.

"Err…," Arthur said holding out his hand to the green eyed boy. "Sorry 'bout calling you…I thought you were James…but you're not. So…what's your name?" He hoisted up Harry off of…the concreted ground of Diagon Alley.

Harry continued to look at Arthur. Could he really be Mr. Weasely, and if so, why is he so young? He ignored the name question, for everything just seemed to rush back to him; the figure, the veil, the cabinet, the Time-Turners, the clocks, and…

"Umm…excuse me," Harry said distractedly as he looked around the semi-busy alley. "Have you seen a girl with the same cloak I'm wearing, and brown hair?" He plucked at his WWW (Weasley Wizard Wheezes) cloak.

"Yes," said Arthur as he looked at Harry's shiny and expensive-looking cloak with admiration. "She was taken by my wife to The Leaky Cauldron; she wouldn't wake up. I thought…if you were James--my friend…then you were just…foolin' around…"

Harry then turned around and sprinted to the pub, leaving a confused Weasley behind. He ran past people who looked back at him with frowns, but he didn't care; he needed to find Hermione. All of the possible things that could have happened to her flew though Harry's crowded mind. He finally found the brick wall that magically began to open up for him.

"Hurry up!" he shouted at the wall. When there was a manageable sized hole in the wall, he sprinted through. He saw Hermione sitting at a little table with her head in her hands and her elbows on the table. She had a red--haired woman sitting next to her in another chair, giving her confused and pitied looks. Harry ran to her side.

Hermione looked up when she heard running feet to find Harry. She sat up quickly, causing her rickety chair to fall over backwards. She ran to meet Harry and threw her arms around Harry's neck; she didn't know where he was until that moment. Harry, filled with relief, held her close to let her know that everything was going to be okay. Wait…okay? Harry pulled Hermione away and looked into her brown eyes.

"Hermione…what happened?" Harry then became frantic as he remembered the ginger haired man and saw his wife look at them with warm brown eyes; they were familiar. "I saw Mr. Weasley out there and he was younger 'Mione! And that's Mrs. Weasley over there! What happened with the veil and the cabinet and the Time-Turners…?"

"Harry, calm down; I think I know what happened," started Hermione. She took a deep breath and said, "Okay…I think that…we have gone back in time…many years back in time. You see, I saw Bill earlier and he was only 17! The Weasley parents are younger…and if my calculations are correct…then we have gone back in time approximately 19 years." Her eyes then seemed to lose all of the cheerful life that Harry had grown to love.

"But," thought Harry, who was starting to become frightened, "How did we travel back…" he stopped, and his eyes widened as he came to a conclusion. "The Time-Turners…we were sent back in time because of the Time-Turners!" He then noticed Mrs. Weasley stand up and walk away from the couple with a look of confusion on her freckled face.

"Wait," said Harry as he looked back at Hermione. "Why were we sent back 19 years? It should be only hours! What about the cabinet and the injuries that we should have? What about getting back? What about the veil---"

"Harry!" shouted Hermione. "I think that we were sent back years because of the veil. I think the veil…prevented us from having the injuries, for the veil does not contain pain; it heals the dead. The only reason I know this is because I heard Jiller talking to the Seer who made it on Monday." Before Harry could say anything further, she continued, "Remember the whispers that we heard?" He nodded. "I think that they were your fathers'. I think that we were to be transported a few hours into the past…but…he pulled us here at the same second the Time-Turners were activated. I don't think that my theory is correct, but that was the only thing that I could think of that would explain almost everything." She then looked at Harry with depressed, pleading, and tired eyes.

"Why would my dad pull us here?" whispered Harry.

"That is the thing that I don't know Harry…but there must be a reason."

Just then, they heard loud footfalls coming from the right; someone was coming down the stairs from the landing above. A young man of 17 appeared in the young Aurors' sight at the top of the stairs. He had red hair pulled back into a small pony-tail and was wearing dragon hide boots and vest over a T-shirt saying Dragons Rule! In front of Harry and Hermione stood 17 year old Bill Weasley; the eldest of the Weasley children.

The Aurors thought that they would soon lose their sanity before they could get back to their own time…if they ever get back.