Tempus Magia

Part One

Chapter 8: Wizard Clubbing

Hermione Granger made a grave error during the final battle that resulted in Remus's death. Working as an unspeakable she spends two years working on a spell using powder from time turners to go back to Remus's greatest hour of need. What if Remus's greatest time of need wasn't in *this* war?

Ron dropped Ginny off at home with a quick kiss and a promise to owl her in the morning. Ginny was currently staring at a stack of Hermione's forwarded mail. She had three official Ministry letters that were sealed for Hermione's magical signature and a cream letter addressed in elegant grey cursive.

If Ginny was a betting woman she would have bet that the elegant cursive belonged to Narcissa Malfoy. As it was, she already put down ten galleons with Ron.

Ginny glanced at the clock. Growing up her mum spent the entire night sitting and watching her clock waiting for her dad to come home. When Ginny was little she would sit up with her mother and hold her hand. She remembered when he was hit with the backend of a motorcycle and broke his arm.

Mum had been inconsolable and the small naive little girl had promised herself that she would never put herself through that. She couldn't live through the wondering and waiting. And yet, that was what she was doing. She was sitting and waiting and worrying about her husband, her Harry.

Ginny looked into the mirror hanging above the Floo and was disgusted with herself. She was Ginevra Molly Weasley. She did not mope.

She grabbed a pinch of Floo and tossed into the fireplace. "Mum?"

Her mother was sitting up in alarm. "Is everything alright, Ginny?"

"Yeah, is Ron there? I was feeling lonesome and was wondering if he would come out with me for a drink."

Her mother nodded in understanding. "He just went into the shower, I'll let him know to hurry up."

"Thanks, Mum the git takes the longest showers. Love you."

Her mother chuckled, "I love you too Ginny."

Ginny pulled on tight black jeans and a black studded crop top. She was switching her cream wedges for maroon stilettos when Ron walked in.

"Woah! Gin, where are the rest of your clothes?"

Ginny rolled her eyes if she had a sickle every time her brothers added sweaters or robes to her outfits she would be richer than Malfoy.

"We're going for a pint."

"Where?"

"Somewhere low-key. Draco told me about a place in muggle London. It's frequented by magic folk who want to lay low."

"The muggles?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Are all so high that they wouldn't flinch if a duel broke out."

Ron smiled. "I'm in."

Ginny laughed. Her brother was wearing a sweater and sweatpants. "Not in that, you're not. I'll grab something of Harry's."

"But Harry is shorter than me," he whined

"Are you a wizard or aren't you? Tailoring charms were made for a reason."

Twenty minutes later, a grumbling Ron side along apparated with Ginny to a backstreet in muggle London. A large clock rang in the distance.

They approached a tall grey building. Ginny could feel the beating from the music under her feet. Ron looked sheepish. "Are we sure about this?" he asked nervously.

"Yes, shut up Ron. I'm trying to get you laid."

"Can't we go somewhere quieter for that?" Ginny stepped on his toe. Ron winced but, to his credit, shut up.

Ginny flashed the bouncer a smile and the burly man ushered them in. "Are you sure this is your first time here?" Ron whispered shouted from behind her.

Ginny smiled at her brother, "When you grow a pair of boobs you can get into clubs too, Ron."

"I thought you said it was a pub!"

"Would you have come if I told you it was a club?" Ron grumbled to herself and Ginny scanned the crowd. The real reason she was here, was to find a certain blonde. She turned back to find Ron being accosted by a pair of giggling blondes. Ginny smiled and left her terrified brother. He'd float or drown, either way, she would get what she came for.

It took several minutes to find him. She was an idiot for not having checked the VIP rooms, to begin with. She flashed another smile at the bouncer and giggled at a horrendous joke he made and she was in. She ignored the two men that pounced on her as soon as she walked in.

Malfoy was sitting in the corner on a couch that wrapped around the entire room. He had one blonde pawing on his thigh, with another hanging on to him like he was oxygen and she was underwater. Ginny glared at the pawing blonde and she scuttled away.

"Malfoy," she said standing over him glad she had switched into the stilettos. "We need to talk."

Draco looked up from where a blonde was whispering seductively in his ear. "I'm busy. Go away, Weasley."

Ginny smiled and whispered in the girl's ear. "He's got an STD."

The girl jumped back in disgust and ran off muttering excuses. Draco looked pissed. "Really? I was about to get laid!"

Ginny snorted. "That girl was going to rob you while you slept."

"I thought that was what anti-theft wallets were for?"

"Oh yeah, set a magical wallet after a muggle that will end well. Now, either clear your party or set up a privacy charm."

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because the charade you and your mother have going on with Hermione is going to end now unless you convince me otherwise." Draco's eyes widened in fear. So she was important to them.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ginny raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Draco. This was going to be too easy.

Ginny shrugged. "Okay, let me call the Aurors then."

She turned and had barely taken one step when Draco's hand grabbed an arm. "Please! They'll send my mother to Azkaban and Granger!"

Ginny looked at him coldly, "Remove your hand from my arm before I break it."

Draco withdrew his hand immediately. He motioned to a guard at the door and everyone was cleared from the room. A mild confundus charm was aimed at security cameras to ensure their privacy.

"What do you want to know?" he said his grey eyes dark and filled with fear. "How much do you want?"

Ginny laughed. "You realize Harry's grandfather was independently wealthy when he invented Sleekeazy's, right? I have a contract with the Harpies and Harry is a senior Auror. You don't have enough money to buy my silence."

Ginny placed one palm on the wall over Draco's head and leaned over him. She gave him a look that once made Fred and George cry and got her grounded for a week.

"Even if you could buy my silence, I would never take money over a friend. I want to know everything that you and your mother are planning."

Draco looked up confused. "Planning?"

"You sent her the book on wand charm patterns."

"Yes, because Hermione asked my mother to give it to her."

"What?"

"She asked her to give her the book in August of 1979."

"What?"

"I think we should have this conversation with my mother present." Ginny scoffed.

"And give her a chance to obliviate me? I think not."

"Well, what do you want from me?"

"We want the truth," said Ron from behind Draco. Draco's eyes widened when he realized he was outnumbered. Ron's wand was poking out from his sleeve. "One wrong move Malfoy."

Draco raised his hand and walked with them as they walked to a nearby muggle hotel. Ginny had Draco pay for the hotel room they were abducting him in. For some reason, this pissed him off to no end.

Ginny send a Patronus to the matriarch explaining the situation and where they were.

Ron stood over Draco, "What now, Gin?"

Ginny grimaced, looking over at the door. "We wait."

Narcissa Malfoy and Andromeda Tonks burst into the hotel room with their wands drawn.

"Where is my son?" Narcissa demanded to the empty room. Ginny removed the disillusionment charm on herself and Ron.

"He's in the room silenced and bound. So, I suggest you don't start tossing hexing or jinxes." Ginny retorted. "I would also suggest you start answering my questions."

"Ginny, what is going on? Does Harry know you're here?" Andromeda was confused and hurt. Well, she could get over her damn self. Ginny summoned two chairs.

"I don't have much patience and I prefer to be home before Harry gets home, so sit ." It wasn't a request.

Narcissa paled, "Ginny-"

"I want to know why you gave Hermione a book to help go back in time and I want to know exactly how much you know about Hermione and Remus."

Whatever friendliness was in Andromeda's face was gone and Ginny was instantly reminded that she was a Black and related to Bellatrix. Narcissa alternated between looking nervously at her sister and searching the room for her son.

"Ginny, Ron-"

"Cissa, shut up." Andromeda snapped, standing up from her chair in anger. "I have a better solution. How about if I call the Ministry and inform them that Hermione Granger has been stealing Ministry files and taking them home with her? I'm sure that ought to warrant a search. I wonder what they will find once they do search her home in Heathgate."

Ginny leaned back against the wall, curiously. So, Narcissa was on board but Andromeda was not.

"Interesting," Ginny flicked her wand at Andromeda. "Stupefy."

Andromeda dropped like a stone and Narcissa whimpered quietly. "Please, is Draco okay?"

"Narcissa… Mrs. Malfoy, what have you done that is so bad that you think I would hurt your son?"

Narcissa Malfoy's lip trembled. "I had no choice. Lucius, he was dangerous. Bloodthirsty. Hermione. She helped me."

"Now?"

"No, in 1971. She helped me obliviate the actions and memories that made Lucius feral," Narcissa began to quake her fear making her voice raise to an ear-piercing pitch. "She helped me so I wouldn't lose my pregnancy with Draco. I need to make sure she goes back. If she doesn't I'll be dead and Draco will never have existed."

Ron spoke up for the first time, "If you're dead than Harry won't win the war. Your lie and Draco's… he gave Harry the elder wand. Snape did everything he could to protect Draco. If… If… Well, fuck."

Ginny cursed silently, "What is Andromeda's problem with Hermione?"

"Imagine knowing that your daughter will always be the second love of someone's life and that as soon as the first love remembers your daughter will be out in the cold. Imagine losing your daughter and being threatened that this first love can take the only person you have left in your family from you. How would you react?"

Ron shook his head, "But she invited Hermione to Teddy's party, didn't she? Why would she bring Hermione anywhere near Teddy if she was scared Hermione was going to claim him?"

"No," Ginny replied. "Harry and Teddy invited Hermione to his party. Andromeda said there were too many on the list so the two just uninvited everyone."

Narcissa eyes were shimmering. "I just want to make sure my son's life comes into existence," she whispered. "Can you really deny a mother the right to protect her son?"

Ginny looked at Ron. He looked at her pocket where she scribbled down a copy of the book from Hermione's bedroom. Ron quirked his eyebrow and Ginny agreed.

"Narcissa, the problem isn't sending Hermione back. We need to know that she will be able to come back to the future and that when she does she won't end up in Azkaban." Ginny eyed the unconscious Black sister distastefully. "We are clearly going to have to obliviate this one, but we will need to work on a contingency plan to ensure Hermione does not end up in prison."

Narcissa back straightened. "We can work on that. I can take an unbreakable vow if you want. Anything for my son."

Ginny avoided looking at Ron. She knew he was shaking his head no. Exploiting a fellow mother like this was cruel, but Hermione was the closest thing Ginny ever had to a sister and she would be damned if she was going to lose another sibling. "I will have to think about the vow. We can arrange for tea tomorrow at eight?"

Narcissa nodded, "Draco?"

Ron flicked his wand and revealed an annoyed and unsettled Draco Malfoy. That was new.

Ginny undid the charms on him. Ron tossed his wand at him. Draco caught it with all the agility of a seeker. "Weasley, if you think I'm going to let you threaten my mother-"

"Draco, I would have done it anyway. Hermione was a good thing in a very bad time for me."

Draco spluttered, "Mother-"

"Your father was not always the good wizard he was when you were growing up." Draco paled at his mother's words. No one in the room was under the impression that Lucius Malfoy was a stand-up wizard on even his best day.

"I'm so sorry, Narcissa." Ginny murmured. She heard of witches that were in abusive relationships. There was an organization called WSAA, it stood for Witch's Support for Abuse Anonymous. The key was that it was anonymous and witches could walk in ask for potions or medical help and no one would ask questions.

When Ginny was younger her mother used to volunteer by baking confections for the group. After all of her kids were out of the house, she began physically volunteering because she had the time. She stopped after Bill's wedding but she knew her mother was going to start again soon.

Narcissa waved her hand away, "It made me stronger. We do need to plan what we are going to do about Andy and about making sure Hermione gets there and back safely."

Ron ran a hand through his hair nervously, "And Remus. We need to make sure that Remus can make it back alive."

Draco gaped at Ron. "I thought you were still in love-"

"Yeah, well I'm clearly not the person she's in love with and I love her enough to let her go. So, what are we doing about Andromeda?"

The room went quiet.

"We could use Lucius's wand," Narcissa said slowly.

"Lucius?" Ron asked.

"Yes, we can frame the entire thing on him. He's on probation and his wand gets monitored at the Friday of the month. He had his wand checked this past Friday, so we have a whole month to plan before he is checked."

Draco didn't seem the least perturbed that they were setting his father up to go to prison. "We would need to get his wand first, mother."

Narcissa drew her hand in her robes and drew a black simple wand with an attacking snake with emerald eyes around the handle. "He leaves his wand in his office when he's… entertaining company."

Draco's face crumpled in disgust. Ginny wasn't in the least bit surprised, "Your husband fought in two wars, how does he leave his wand behind?"

Narcissa smirked. "One of his… witches stole his wands once and ransomed it back to him. Something about being tied up and wax and…" As if Narcissa first realized that Draco was in the room, she blushed. "I'm so sorry Draco. You didn't need to hear that."

Draco snorted, "I didn't need to hear that father was a kinky bastard? Lestrange made a point to try and taunt me that father was sleeping with Auntie Bella during the war. Honestly, was there anyone that demented witch didn't spread her legs for?"

Ginny laughed. "Draco, if I wasn't married to Harry we'd be a thing." Draco looked her up and down appreciatively. Something neither Ron nor Draco's mother was happy about.

"Can we please stay on topic!" Ron asked urgently.

"Fine, fine." Ginny acquiesced. "So we frame Lucius for the entire thing. But we have no idea when Hermione is planning on-"

"Within the next two weeks," Everyone stared at Narcissa. "I'm certain."

"You're going to need to be a bit more forthcoming than that." Ron folded his arms against his chest. Ginny knew the tell-tale sign that her brother was losing his patience.

"Please expound Narcissa," Ginny urged whilst silently pleading with Ron to keep his cool.

"I… Hermione and I used to talk at… at the clinic when I was younger. She dropped small details, hints if you will. None of them made sense until after the war. She was going through the books from the Manor on time travel and suddenly I would remember a conversation that we had about the book and different topics. I think she was trying to tell me when she was close to being sent back."

Ginny pulled the muggle notepad from the table. "Okay, everyone grab a chair. We have a lot of details to go over and not a lot of time. If Hermione's going to time travel in the next two weeks we need to make sure she goes back properly and has a home to come back too.

Ron nodded and sat down on one side of Narcissa, while Draco sat on the other side.