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Chapter Seven – The Rampage of Hogsmeade (Part 1)

The following Saturday saw Harry, Hermione, and the Marauders making their way down to Hogsmeade. The four boys were explaining all about Hogsmeade to the young couple and Harry and Hermione were finding it very hard to pretend that their knowledge of Hogsmeade was little to non-existent.

"I read that the Shrieking Shack was haunted," Hermione said.

The four boys glanced at each other and James gave a nervous laugh.

"Y-yeah, but that's all rumours. Now Zonko's, that's the place to go," James said enthusiastically.

"Only if you like pranking," Harry pointed out.

"Yeah, but everyone likes a prank now and again," Sirius argued.

"Especially when it involves Snivellous," James smirked.

"Don't let Lily hear you," Remus warned.

The carriage came to a halt and the six scrambled out. Harry and Hermione pretended to look around in awe, whilst the Marauders stood there with smug faces, but the future coupe couldn't help but feel a tinge of nostalgia of all the good times they had had with Ron.

Harry wrapped an arm around Hermione as she leaned into Harry's chest.

"I missed this," Hermione murmured, soothed by the rhythmic feel of Harry's chest rising up and down with his breaths.

"Me too," Harry agreed, and buried his face into Hermione's hair which fell as waves down her back, inhaling the vanilla and fresh parchment scent of his girlfriend.

"Oi, love-birds! Get a move on or all the shops will be closed by the time we actually set our foot in the village," Sirius shouted.

"Shall I hex him now or later?" Harry mock-growled and narrowed his eyes at Sirius.

Hermione laughed, "Let's go before they burst with excitement."

They visited practically every shop, courtesy of James and Sirius, and Harry got his fill of Honeydukes, whilst Hermione picked up a few books and stationary items. Now the six of them were on their way for lunch at the Three Broomsticks.

A trinket caught Harry's interest from a shop and he stopped.

"Hey guys, I need to do something first so I'll meet you at the Three Broomsticks in a few," Harry said and with a quick kiss on Hermione's lips, he rushed off.

The bell sounded as Harry entered the shop, and he headed to the trinket. He picked it up and examined it carefully. It was the crystal figure of a horse with its head reared back, whilst galloping through waves of water. The light shone on it to give the figurine a life-like effect, and Harry smiled. "Perfect for Hermione," he thought.

He made his way the counter and paid for it. He patted his pocket where he had placed the box, after placing several strong unbreakable charms on both the box and the figurine itself. Whistling he made his way out of the shop, but stopped at the sudden lack of noise.

Pulling out his wand, he looked around cautiously, the hair on the back of his neck standing on edge. A whistling sound sounded from his right and his dove to the side a second before a large fireball whizzed past and smashed into the side of a shack, bursting it into flames.

"Aguamenti maximus," he shouted and the fire was put out.

Scrambling to his feet, heart thudding in his chest, he raced to the Three Broomsticks to find it empty after an obvious fight had taken place. Tables and chairs were upturned, Rosmerta the bar maid was unconscious behind the counter and there were scorch marks on the walls and the main counter.

Making sure that Rosmerta was fine, he headed out and up the deserted cobbled street, searching for any kind of life. Shops were locked up, blood was on the street, and the faint smell of burning lingered in the air.

"Hermione, where are you? Please be alright." Harry thought desperately.

"Hey boy!"

Harry looked around in confusion and spotted an elderly man beckoning him from the doorway of The Hog's Head. Harry darted over and the man pulled him inside with a surprisingly strong pull and locked the doors immediately.

"Who are you?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Honestly boy, if I were a Death Eater would I do this?" the man said and put his wand down on the counter. He then took five steps away and turned to face Harry, who lowered his wand.

"Sorry but I had to make sure," Harry apologised but the man waved it away.

"That's not important now boy, the important thing is that the Death Eaters have stormed Hogwarts."

"What!" Harry said alarmed.

The man nodded, "And what's more is that they have everyone captured and rounded up inside the Great Hall whilst they search the castle for a black haired, green-eyed boy, who looks suspiciously like you."

Harry sank into a chair overwhelmed.

"Now the most important thing is why are the Death Eaters and Voldemort interested in a young boy like you?" the man asked as he sat down in a chair opposite Harry having passed the boy a Butterbeer.

Harry took a swig of a the drink, thinking of where to begin.

"Ok, so long story short, my name is Harry James Potter, son of James Potter and Lily Potter, now Lily Evans. I am from the future, along with my girlfriend Hermione Granger, having been brought to the past by Voldemort, who wants to kill me because of a stupid prophecy in the future. Now he wants to kill me, mum and dad in the past so he can reign in the future." Harry finished his explanation and sat back in his chair to watch the man's expression.

"That makes sense," the man said and Harry stared at him.

"How can you just accept this?" Harry asked.

"Well when your brother is Albus Dumbledore, you tend to keep an open mind." The man chuckled.

"You're Professor Dumbledore's brother?!" Harry asked astonished that Dumbledore even had a brother.

"Aberforth Dumbledore at your service," Aberforth said with a mock bow.

"Glad to meet you sir," Harry said with a respected nod of his head.

"Now all jokes aside, what are you going to do?" Aberforth asked.

"I need to get into the castle somehow," Harry said.

Hogwarts…

Voldemort paced around the Great Hall, which was full of all the students and the staff. Dumbledore had been bound in his chair, and all the students were too frightened to move, with the exception of a few Slytherins.

"How to draw that brat out?" Voldemort muttered.

Hermione was scared. She, and the four boys, had just ordered their drinks to wait for Harry, when the pub had been stormed by Death Eaters, who had promptly stunned Rosmerta, and petrified all the Hogwarts students. Next thing they knew they were all stuck in the Great Hall with Voldemort and his army of Death Eaters storming the castle looking for Harry.

"Be careful Harry," Hermione prayed in her heart, however the next words Voldemort said made panic flow through her whole body for Harry.

"Macnair, send out the Dementors to scout for Potter in Hogsmeade."