Chapter 1:Levels of Shock
He realized the success of the spell not by the change in smell or the bright light but by feeling the new and unidentifiable robustness in his limbs. He opened his eyes slowly to adjust to the brightness and saw the sickly peach color which he had vowed never to use in any place which he owned.
Harry got up from his bed and saw the broken clock on the wall in front of him. It had belonged to his brother Dudley but like many things he owned, it was passed on after it was broken. The glass cover of the clock had been smashed but the hands still worked and showed the time as 6:30 am.
It was nearly the time at which Petunia Dursley would wake up. "Aunt Petunia, she is your aunt right now", Harry remembered with a jolt. He hadn't called her that in nearly 15 years. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he fully realized where he was. Even though it was what he wanted, he couldn't help but rush to the bathroom and look in the mirror.
The face that he saw was very different from what he had looked minutes ago. He had, again, become skinny and small, "though not that small", Harry thought. His untidy hair was jet-black, the streaks of gray gone. His green emerald eyes were nearly the same. The future Harry had the vast depth in his eyes which showed that he had gone through war while 1993 Harry still had innocence in his eyes. Harry could see his persona taking over though, as he saw the experience in his eyes. He looked up from his eyes to the main spot-the-difference.
There was no doubt that what startled him most was the lightning scar on his forehead. Ever since Riddle had died, his scar had started to fade and was nearly gone by the time they started planning this venture. It was now a thin red bolt of lightning over his pale skin. "Well, I had forgotten how it stood out." Harry thought. He also felt something different inside him. Perhaps, he felt it because he now recognized that a piece of Voldemort's soul was inside him.
He felt extremely dirty and impure. He had a sudden impulse to take out his wand from his pocket and cut out the scar from his forehead so that the dark piece could leave him again.
He stopped himself just time, remembering that this piece of action would hold no favorable result and he would needlessly get a letter from the ministry.
"Soddin' Mafalda Hopkirk" Harry muttered to himself, as he recalled the letter he had gotten after fighting from the dementors.
Harry took the less desired route and started taking a bath. As he felt the hot water washing his body of the little waster it could, he heard the bony walk of his aunt and bang on the door,
"OUT, GET OUT NOW, WE DON'T PAY THE WATER BILL, SO THAT YOU CAN USE ALL THE WATER FOR DUDDERS" came the screech across the door.
Harry had half a mind to give a snide response before recalling that they didn't know yet that Sirius was his godfather. He decided to let his 'guardians' know about this small fact at breakfast and muttered a hasty 'just a minute'.
Before going back to 1993, Harry had told Hermione and Ron that he won't take the abuse of his uncle and aunt anymore. He had had enough for a lifetime anyway, and he wasn't going to start now. One of the reasons that they chose 1993 was because of this reason,- Harry had the wild card known as Sirius Black to get out of the maltreatment at Privet Drive.
He hastily got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around him. When he ran out to his bedroom, he heard his aunt yell to clean the hallway after he had dressed up. Harry ignored her and went into his room. He looked at his cousin's old baggy clothes and muttered a hasty fuck before dressing up.
Ronald Weasley had a different start to his morning. He had a similar turn of events like his best mate upon realizing that he was in 1993. He got up to the violent orange of his Chudley Cannons posters. He hadn't been in his room for nearly 5 years. He reminisced about his room until he realized that the reason for that was because the Burrow was destroyed.
His mood dampened, he laid around for an hour or so, till he heard his mother call everyone for breakfast. "Fuck yes, an excellent breakfast after Godric knows how long!", Ron exclaimed as he opened his door and ran below to the kitchen.
He bypassed his parents' room and Bill's empty room before bumping into someone in front of the washroom at the second-floor landing.
Ron looked up and forgot everything. Fred Weasley was looking at him, with an odd smirk at his face, which generally meant that some prank was going to take place in the near future, but Ron didn't give a fuck about that. He threw himself at Fred and started babbling incoherent statements
"Oh for merlins sa-fuck Freddie, yo- I have missed you so m- Godric, this is fucking cra-shitting Slytherin, I cannot believe this. …."
"Looks like someone had a lot of pumpkin juice before they went to bed, didn't they? Spiked it with butterbeer, did you, Ronnie? Or did you finally find Charlie's secret stash of firewhisky?" Fred replied cheekily as he tried to push Ron away.
Ron finally realized what he was doing and mentally berated himself for behaving like that. The Ron Weasley of 1993 would not even hug his own mother with the force that he just utilized on the twin.
"What happened, Gred? I told you to get Gin's shampoo bottle so that we could-" upon spotting Ron besides Fred, George changed his tune and completed,"-replenish it and give it to our dear lovely sister".
"Nice save", Ron replied before making a hasty exit downstairs.
He made a stop at the scullery to borrow Hermes and quickly scribbled out a note to Hermione-
" Dear Hermione,
We made it. 1993 is giving me shocks at different levels if you get my drift. Come to the burrow and if you make it before dinner, we could hang out in the garden. I am going to talk to Dad to get Harry from Privet Drive within the week before he blows up his aunt or something. Can't wait to see you.
Love,
Ron "
"I can't wait for bacon now," Ron said loudly as he walked into the kitchen while Hermes went flying away.
When Harry reached downstairs, his uncle and Dudley were already sitting at the table, already devouring sausages and scrambled eggs. He sat between them in the remaining seat and helped himself to some toast and then looked up at the reporter on the television, who was halfway through a report on an escaped convict: ". . . The public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A special hotline has been set up, and any sighting of Black should be reported immediately."
"Bloody hell, this is the second time, we have been told that he is out there. Why aren't they doing anything about it" snorted Uncle Vernon. " His hair is enough to tell anyone that he isn't from a decent household. Mad man, he is", he continued with an air of intellect as he glared at Harry and his hair.
Harry smirked at his porridge bowl. If only the beefy man beside could realize the irony of what he said.
"What are you smirking at, you good-for-nothing price tag? Marge is coming downstairs in a minute and I don't want to hear any nonsense from you if you know what is good for you, boy. That form isn't going to sign itself.", he remarked arrogantly and Harry felt his blood boil.
"Well, my dear uncle, seeing as we still have a minute before the devil makes her appearance, perhaps you would like to why I was smirking?" Harry said in a suave voice as his uncle looking at him shocked. "Perhaps, Aunt Petunia can also listen here instead of sneaking around the stove"
His aunt's eyebrows had nearly disappeared into her forehead, as Harry continued.
"Now, you just had the good fortune of meeting my godfather. He didn't quite look the figure he was, but I guess prison can make any man like that" Harry remarked as Vernon's face turned a nasty cherry red.
"Oh yes, Sirius Black is my godfather and was my dad's best mate. Now, I am not allowed to do any magic as you very well know, but he, my dear relatives, is a wizard."
"A very dangerous wizard", Harry continued in a dark undertone as Vernon's face reached a color texture resembling a black currant ice cream.
" So, here's the deal. You ignore me and I will ignore you. If Aunt Marge does anything, I may just send a letter to him. So, behave and we can all liv- coexist", Harry continued with a satisfied smirk as he finished his porridge.
His uncle and aunt nodded momentarily and silently resumed their work- Uncle Vernon finishing the newspaper with a slight tremble in his hands, while Aunt Petunia continued her relentless wiping of the kitchen sink.
He got up from the table and made his way back to his room, giving aunt marge, who was walking in the hallway, a wide margin and a wild grin on his way.
"Mum, he says here that he is taking the Knight Bus here", Ron said as he crunched up Harry's letter in his pocket. "When is Dad coming back anyway, I reckon he would have picked up Hermione by now?"
Molly Weasley, who had her back to him, grinned slightly at her youngest son's impatience and replied, "Sit quietly, Ronald, your Dad will be back any minute, now, which leads me to my next question, I have never seen you this impatient waiting for Harry, should I know something, that you are not telling me, Ronnie?"
Ron's ears and cheeks turned red as he formulated a reply but was saved by the clock, which moved his dad's hand from 'traveling' to 'home'. He ran out of the living room and saw his dad with a 13-year-old Hermione Granger.
Ron grinned unabashedly at his future wife as he saw her walking down the garden while his dad took her trunk around the house to the back door.
He ran forward and completed the distance between them quickly.
His running alerted Hermione to his presence, and she shifted her eyes from the burrow to his smiling face.
Ron was surprised but nonetheless pleased to see Hermione shyly grin and blush at his reaction, as he hugged her tightly. Hermione murmured a soft hoot as she hugged him back.
"It's so weird seeing Fred and Ginny and everyone happy and alive and the burrow…" Ron rambled on and would not have stopped if Hermione hadn't intercepted with a polite "Why is it weird?"
Ron separated from her and looked her in the eye. His mind raced and he finally decided to check his theory as he asked her, " What is a time-turner?"
Hermione looked at him oddly before starting, " They are magical devices which have an hour-reversal charm placed on him. According to professor Croaker, the longest period that may be relived without the possibility of serious harm to the traveler or to time itself is around five hours. It has been able to encase single Hour-Reversal Charms, which are unstable and benefit from containment, in small, enchanted hour-glasses.."
Hermione continued her speech while Ron's color drained from his face.
The spell had worked for him and Harry, but the brunette in front of him was a 13-year-old Hermione Granger, of body and of mind.
Author's Note"
Well, that's a problem, isn't it? What would they do without the brains?
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