This is rubbish

He threw the proposal down on the desk. He looked up at the young man seated across him.

"Samuel." Sam looked up at him with a hopeful look. He took a deep breath and continued, "Samuel, we have known each other for a long time. However, this time I am afraid that I will have to reject your proposal."

"But.. why?"

"Sam, I know that you are always looking for new avenues to bring forward. In fact, I was the one who recommended the foundation to help you as I saw your potential. Your ideas have always been good, which is why I am surprised to see you cook up such a hare-brained scheme."

"Sir, with all due respect. It is not a hare-brained idea. I believe it has merit. And I seem to remember you having similar doubts when I told you I could create a truth serum from your magical liquid. Yet you trusted me and gave the go ahead. Look at where that has taken us."

"I know about that. However you are talking about time travel here."

"Sir, that is degrading the idea down. What I am proposing here is a way to make a stable tunnel through the fabric of space-time. It happens regularly on a microscopic scale, I am simply taking an already established idea and remaking it to the macroscopic scale."

"Hold up. Science is not my field of expertise, and I am trying to play catch up here, but what you are suggesting does sound like a time machine."

"If you want to put it that way then it's okay sir. But it is much more than that." Sam got up and gestured in a grandiose way, "Don't you see, I am talking of finding a way of breaking the barrier between the past and the present. Imagine if we are successful. We might be able to witness history take place, interact with it and maybe even change our past. We may..."

Change the past...

"I need some time to reach a conclusion", he said cutting Sam off.

"But sir..."

"I will inform you of my decision tomorrow. Good day."


Change the past...

The idea hadn't left his head ever since he had heard it.

Maybe I could...

Shaking his head, he went up to his room. It was a stupid thought, but once it entered his mind he could not drive it away. He saw movement in his peripheral vision and instantly whirled around. There was nobody there.

There...

In the corner...

He quietly approached the corner and pulled the curtain. He saw the cause for his alarm.

It's the photo...

Looking down he could see the faces of his friends grinning up at him. A sandy haired boy standing to the side, as if unsure of his place.

Neville...

A tall girl with dirty-blonde hair grinning at the other side of the group.

Luna...

A tall lanky boy stood holding hands with the girl. His hair was a most vibrant shade of red.

Ron...

And there in the middle of the group he stood, green eyes shining with joy with one hand on Ron's shoulder and the other encircling a girl with brunette hair and brown eyes.

Hermione...

He threw away the photo before the memories overwhelmed him. It would do him no good to dwell in the past. He waved a hand and the lights went out.


It had not been a good night. The final moments of his loved ones had tormented him all night. But the nightmares had actually helped him for once,

"Well Sam, I have spent the night thinking over your proposal. After thinking over I have decided that Marauders Inc. can finance your project provided you meet some conditions."

"I am ready to fulfill your conditions sir."

He smiled. He rose from his chair and stretched out a hand to the young man before him.

"Then the project is a go."