Title: Retrograde

Author: Knife Hand

Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated

Spoilers: Nothing Specific, general for first few books.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione, or Luna, or Ginny, or Cho, or... I would buy them all but I am broke.

Summary: Harry's trial before fifth year goes differently because someone knows more than they should about Harry. Time Travel Fic.

Harry quietly slipped out of the bed, letting Amelia sleep, and quickly put on some clothes before heading down to the breakfast bar in the kitchen, where Hermione was eating a bowl of cereal while reading a book.

"Morning Harry." Hermione said, not looking up from her book as he sat next her.

"Morning Mione." Harry replied. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine." Hermione said, before putting her book down.

"I'm glad you made friends with Susan over the last year." Harry said. "Do I even what to know what happened with Ron?"

"Ron was always more your friend than mine." Hermione replied. "Nothing malicious, we just stopped spending time together. I have known Susan since Third Year. We were partnered up in Ancient Runes Class."

"That's good." Harry said. "I have to apologise to you. I could have done so much better when we were at school together. It took Lia to break through my shell. You deserved so much better. I was an idiot."

Hermione slapped him on the back of the head.

"No one speaks about Harry Potter that way." Hermione said with mock sternness. "Not even Harry Potter."

They held their reserve for a few seconds before both of them broke out laughing.

The pair sat and chatted for the next two hours, reuniting their friendship, until the first sounds of movement from upstairs indicated that Susan and Amelia were stirring.

"I do have something a bit unusual to ask you." Harry said.

Hermione stared at Harry when he asked her the question and then after a few minutes of thinking about it, she finally nodded. Seconds after she nodded, Susan entered, greeting them both.

"Do I look ok?" Amelia asked, nervously.

Only Susan was in the small side-room with Amelia, who was dressed in an elegant but understated white dress and holding a bouquet of flowers. Susan was dressed in a plain green dress.

"You look beautiful, Auntie." Susan said with a smile. "You ready?"

Taking a deep breath, Amelia nodded. Susan opened the door into the small chapel and led her Aunt down to the Aisle, taking her place beside her Amelia as her Bridesmaid. Harry was standing beside Amelia, staring into her eyes, with Hermione standing on Harry's other side, slightly uncomfortable in her tuxedo, as his 'Groomsman'. Apart from the Muggle Minister, there were only four others in the chapel. Two were Hermione's parents and the other two were Harry and Amelia's former Professors, Hunter and Pentergast.

The wedding went off without a hitch and the Minister left the group to their own devices. Pentergast and Hunter quickly came up and congratulated them, before leaving.

"I am going to get you back for this." Hermione said, gesturing to her outfit.

"I don't know." Susan said with a smile. "You look pretty slick in that Hermione."

Harry wiggled his eyebrows at Amelia because of the byplay between the two girls, earning him a slap on the arm and a roll of her eyes.

"While we appreciate being here." Mr Granger said. "I have a question."

"Go ahead." Amelia urged.

"Why here?" Mr Granger asked. "I mean, why a regular wedding and not a Magical one?"

"Two reasons." Harry replied. "Firstly, Amelia is very prominent in the Wizarding World and I am quite famous, and appear much older than I should, so having the Wedding in the Wizarding world would have raised a lot of interest and criticism. We also wanted a small, private ceremony which we could never have gotten there."

"And the second reason?" Mrs Granger prompted.

"Because it snubs the Pureblood bigots and they won't even know it." Amelia concluded. "All we need to do is register with the Ministry that we are married, which I can do discretely tomorrow. It is a simple bit of parchementwork in the Wizarding World, on which I can use Harry's pseudonym of 'William Tenor'. If anyone does find out his real identity, then I can simply point to an old record that 'William Tenor' is Harry Potter and it is all watertight."

"And that is why you don't mess with Lia." Harry said with a grin. "She is almost as intelligent as Hermione, in her own way, and can work the System like a concert violinist. Plus you don't want to piss her off."

Harry, Amelia and Susan stepped out of the Floo into the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione and the Grangers were waiting in the pub and joined them as they passed through the portal into Diagon Alley.

Harry and Amelia had not gone anywhere for the Honeymoon, staying at their small apartment rather than Bones Manon, and the Grangers had taken Susan in for the week to allow them some alone time without having to worry about her.

Susan and Hermione gleefully ran off to get their various supplies while Harry, Amelia and the Grangers trailed behind trying to contain their amusement at the two girl's antics.

When they arrived at Flourish & Blotts, the two teens pulled out their booklists.

"Most of this is fairly standard." Hermione said. "But these Defence Against the Dark Arts books, they are advanced. And this one I recognise. It is a Muggle text. An old one, but still."

"Told you she would recognise it." Harry said.

"I had no doubt, dear." Amelia countered. "Perhaps you should tell them."

"Tell us what?" Susan and Hermione said together.

Both were looking at Harry and Amelia with puppy-dog eyes.

"They will break hearts with that look." Harry joked.

"Harry!" Hermione growled.

"Fine, fine." Harry said. "I know the identity of the Defence Against the Defence Arts Professor for the next year. The last Defence apprentice of Professor Terrance Miller, DADA Master and retired Professor of Cambridge."

Hermione's brow furrowed in thought at that comment.

"William Tenor." She said after a few moments. "You're going to be our DADA Professor?"

"Surprise." Harry said with a cheeky grin.

Hermione whacked Harry on the arm.

"Prat." The bookworm said.

"Hey." Amelia said in mock indignation. "That's my husband. Only I can do that."

"Best Friend trumps Wife." Hermione said.

"I'm both." Amelia countered.

"Ladies, please." Harry interrupted. "There is plenty of me to go around."

Both Hermione and Amelia smacked him for that one.

TBC….