Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (though I wish I did), Back to the Future or their various quotes (I wish I owned that too...), Michael J. Fox, Random Voices, Tums (EW), or anything else that's way too expensive for me to own.
A/N: Right so, number three is in! Tell me what you think! Now, onto the story!
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"…Ow…" groaned Ron.
Harry pushed himself up in a sitting position. "…Is everyone okay?"
"I think so…" muttered Hermione, feeling her head.
"I think I'm alright, but I landed on something hard…whoops…"
"Ron?" asked Harry sharply. "What did you do?"
Hermione looked quizzically at Ron.
"Erm…" started Ron nervously. "I may have…broken something…"
"Are you hurt?" asked Hermione worriedly.
"Well…no…"
"What is it then?" questioned Harry, cocking his eyebrow.
"Umm…" Ron held out the Time Turner. It was smashed.
"Oh NO!" cried Hermione, wringing her hands. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…"
Harry quickly went to the panicking Hermione's side. "Its okay!" he soothed. "We'll just repair it. Reparo! Reparo! REPARO!"
"I told you!" said Hermione in a very high voice. "I told you something would happen! It won't work and now we'll never get back!"
"Ron!" shouted Harry, turning on Ron. "You MORON! Look what you did!"
Ron looked sheepishly at the floor and mumbled an apology.
"That's not good enough!" yelled Hermione. "You…! You…!"
Hermione, apparently at a loss for words, instead hurled herself at Ron and grabbed him around the neck.
"Er-mi-o-nee!" chocked Ron, trying to pull her off.
"Hermione stop!" ordered Harry. "This isn't helping!"
But Hermione ignored him and continued to throttle poor Ron.
"Alright! ENOUGH!" bellowed Harry, pulling Hermione off Ron's neck.
Both Ron and Hermione stood a couple feet apart, panting for air. Hermione glared at Ron while Ron looked apologetically at her feet.
"Okay…" said Harry, trying to think. "So now that Ron's smashed the only thing that we have to take us back-"
"It was an accident!" defended Ron.
"-we need to figure out a way to fix it."
"I didn't mean to land on it!"
"Oh shut up," snapped Hermione. "What were you saying Harry?"
"Okay, so we know for sure that the thing's busted, right?
"Let me see it," said Hermione.
Harry handed the Time Turner to Hermione and she waved her wand over it, obviously doing some complicated spells.
When Hermione finished she sighed and gave it back to Harry. "It's broken alright. I don't know how to fix it, but there might be something in the library…"
"We can't go to the library!" said Ron suddenly. "Someone will find out that we are from the future!"
Harry took a look around the room for the first time since landing. It was exactly the same as before.
"Hey!" said Harry excitedly. "Maybe we didn't go back in time! Maybe it's a joke Time Turner! Like a toy to recreate the feeling of time travel!"
"It's a possibility," said Hermione doubtfully. "But before we take a look, we need to formulate a plan, just in case we really did go back in time."
Harry thought about it. They could pretend that they were just regular students that weren't from the future in order to try and fix the time turner with the library's help. It was worth a try…
Harry told Ron and Hermione about his idea. Ron looked skeptical but Hermione seemed to be deep in thought.
"That's what I was thinking too Harry," Hermione said. "It seems like the only choice available." She shot a dirty look at Ron.
"Okay," said Harry. "We just have to make sure I don't run into my dad."
"Or any of the Marauders," added Ron.
"It would probably be best if we didn't come across your mom either," concluded Hermione.
"Okay," sighed Harry, grasping the doorknob. "Here we go…"
Harry opened the door and peeked around the corner. Hermione and Ron stole a look around Harry's shoulder. The hall was empty.
"What good luck!" exclaimed Hermione. "But we still don't know if the Time Turner worked or not."
Ron examined the tapestry and the walls. "Looks exactly the same to me."
Hermione bit her lip in thought. "What would be different about Hogwarts when your parents were here?"
"Besides the people?" asked Ron.
"Well, it would be a big risk looking at the people. We might not know who they are and pretty much the only people we know who lived at Hogwarts around this time would be the Marauders, Lily, Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore. And what would happen if they saw us?"
"Can't we say a quick hello to the Marauders or Lily just to see if we did go back in time?" questioned Ron.
"You don't understand!" exclaimed Hermione. "Time is a very delicate dimension! We can't disrupt the time line for any reason whatsoever or it could affect the future dramatically!"
"Sorry for asking…" muttered Ron under his breath.
"What if we looked at the awards?" asked Harry suddenly. "You know, in the Trophy Room! They aren't people, and I got an award for special services to the school in Second year, remember? We could see if it's still there!"
"That's perfect Harry!" exclaimed Hermione. "Just as long as we don't meet any people on the way."
"I got an award too!" said Ron defiantly.
"Alright let's go to the Trophy Room," said Hermione, ignoring Ron.
The Trio tiptoed quietly toward the general direction of the Trophy Room, and, remarkably, they didn't meet anyone on their way. In fact, no sign of life was evident. It was deathly quiet, and even though everything was fairly polished, Harry started to wonder if there was anyone actually at Hogwarts.
Once they got to the Trophy Room, all three of them almost ran to the display case. There, in the place where Harry and Ron's awards usually were laid, was a very large and very polished award to Tom Riddle for "Special Services" to the school.
Harry stood stock still. They WERE back in time. They WERE in the same place as his parents. They had NO way back. Where the HECK was his award? Hmm…what would Michael J. Fox do?
Hermione, meanwhile, was having an emotional breakdown. Almost hyperventilating herself she wailed "Noooooooo! It can't be! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, ooh noooooo…."
Ron, the only one not looking worried, was smiling smugly as Hermione grasped his shoulder and sobbed all over his robes. He put a comforting arm around her and soothed in a deep voice quite unlike his own. "It'll be okay Hermione, you'll see. It'll turn out alright…"
However this seemed to do nothing but unsettle Hermione even more. Whether it was Ron's newly found (and rather disturbing) voice or what he was saying, Harry did not know.
"Well," said Harry, his own voice cracking. "Now that we know that was a real Time Turner, what do we do now?"
Hermione pushed Ron's arm off her shoulder. "We…we sh-should probably find out w-why everyone is gone."
Harry couldn't help but admire Hermione's bravery at a time like this. Even he would probably be running out the door if Ron tried to soothe him with that voice. But soon Hermione brushed the dirt off her skirt and headed out the door. Ron looked reluctant to leave but slowly followed. Harry left with them, glancing over his shoulder at Tom Riddle's award.
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Together, the threesome searched the area around the Trophy Room. There was no one in sight, not even a ghost. The windows showed the day to be bright and sunny, so it was definitely day time. Harry was about to look under a vase when suddenly he heard a very faint cheering. Wondering what was happening; Harry quickly stuck his head out the nearest window.
"Of course!" exclaimed Harry, almost slapping his forehead. "I should have known."
"What is it?" asked Hermione anxiously.
"A Quidditch Match!" gasped Ron.
"That's why everyone is gone!" said Hermione excitedly. "Come on let's go!"
The three of them ran as hard as they could toward the nearest exit, which luckily led to the Quidditch field. The crowd was wild, so wild in fact that Harry suspected that this might be a Gryffindor verses Slytherin match. His hunch was right; there was a wave of bright red and gold on one side of the stadium, and a flow of green and silver on the other. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs also seemed to have taken sides.
The students were roaring and the game looked vicious. Harry had to resist the urge to grab the nearest broom and fly right into the game itself.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione slipped into the stadium seats, on the Gryffindor side of course.
Harry was captivated by the game and spellbound by the extreme competitiveness of the two teams and how incredibly fast they were, he was astounded that the Quidditch games were so much more brutal in the past. He would have thought that in the future teams would be even more athletic and competitive because of their past games.
That's when Harry saw him. His eyes suddenly wandered over to the Slytherin Keeper when a blur of scarlet caught his eye. Harry instantly recognized him; it could have been his own face except for the eyes, which were a golden hazel. This person was his dad.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. He still wasn't prepared to believe that he was actually back in time until he saw his parents. But here was the proof. And here was his dad, alive and well, not knowing that he would be murdered by the most evil wizard in the world, not knowing that his only son would become the Boy Who Lived…
"Harry, are you all right mate?" asked Ron worriedly, studying Harry's face.
"That's my dad…" said Harry faintly.
"There's your mom Harry!" exclaimed Hermione, pointing a few seats away from them.
Lily was sitting in the crowds, cheering the Gryffindors on like everyone else around her. Her long red hair swished to and fro from the wind and her green eyes, exactly like Harry's, seemed to be shining with enthusiasm. She too would become a victim of Voldemort…Harry suddenly felt very sick.
"Oh no, Harry!" Hermione had apparently realized what she had done. "I'm so sorry Harry! I didn't mean to upset you!"
"It's okay Hermione," said Harry with a weak smile. "I'm just not used to seeing my parents in person…"
"Want some Tums Harry?" asked Ron, holding out a small tube.
"What?" asked Harry, looking suspiciously at the tube.
"They're a muggle medication for stomach aches and such," said Ron, examining the Tums. "I think they taste excellent."
Harry shuddered. "No thanks," he said quickly, remembering the time Ron offered him some gum made entirely out of soy.
Hermione gasped. "Harry look!" she yelled, pointing at James.
James was wobbling uncontrollably on his broom! Harry assumed that, predictably, James was showing off and was actually standing on his broom with his feet, and, of course, had trouble balancing. Unfortunately, a Slytherin beater saw this as an opportunity and aimed a bludger right at James's ankles. It worked. The bludger tripped James and he fell into the air, dropping like a rock toward the ground. Everyone was too occupied with the game to notice and the few people that did were too shocked to do anything, including the teachers.
Without thinking Harry jumped up and hopped over the rows of people sitting in front of him, which caused many shouts of "What the BLOODY HELL are you doing!" and "Someone arrest this lunatic!" Hermione and Ron, shocked by this sudden action did nothing, but only watched helplessly as Harry pulled out his wand and continued to bound over the befuddled audience.
Once Harry reached to the fence dividing the crowd and a twenty-foot drop to the Quidditch field, he stopped. His conscience was telling him to go back to his seat and let the teachers deal with James, but a small voice in his head whispered frantically 'Save James…he's your father, don't let him kill himself!' Harry wondered if really he should follow his good judgment instead of the voice inside his head. He also contemplated whether hearing voices were a bad sign. Harry also felt strangely like this had happened before in Second Year…
But before Harry could finish pondering strange voices, a strangled yell from above him caught his attention. Harry looked up quickly and saw that James was about a hundred and twenty three feet above him now, and the moronic teachers only began to realize it.
Following the advice from the strange voice in his head, Harry leapt over the two-foot fence, tumbled down to the ground, and, rolling over like a barrel, reached the spot where James was most likely to fall.
Pointing his wand at James, Harry yelled a levitation spell as loud as his voice would allow. James suddenly stopped falling and hovered peacefully a few feet over Harry. Sighing with relief, Harry got up shakily. There seemed to be a buzzing in his left ear…a buzzing that oddly seemed to be getting louder. Harry turned around and saw, to his horror, a bludger zooming right toward him. Then, with a sickening thud, Harry dropped to the ground, and the world went black…
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