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...), Nikes, Mary Janes, the Chudley Cannon (I'm glad I don't own them), Flux Capacitors, Scooby Doo (Jinkies!), Monty Python ("It's only a flesh wound!"), or anything else that's way too expensive for me to own.

A/N: Hehehe. I like this one. But again, everyone is OOC, but it's all for the best! I swear! Look out for Monty Python references!

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When Harry woke he found he had a throbbing headache, but was otherwise healed. And after much pleading toward Madam Pomfrey to let him leave (Harry had much practice), he was walking out the door, pants and all.

'I need to find Ron and Hermione,' thought Harry as he rushed through the hallways. 'Where on Earth could they possibly be?'

Harry checked his solar-powered watch (because electronics don't work at Hogwarts of course); it was about noon. Lunch time.

Practically running to the Great Hall, Harry checked his pockets for the Time Turner. Pulling it out, he exhaled a sigh of relief. After seeing Hermione attack Ron so viciously for breaking the Time Turner, Harry wondered what she'd do to him if he'd lost it. Trying not to think about it, Harry slipped through the open door of the Great Hall and searched the boisterous crowd for Ron and Hermione.

After a few minutes of searching, Harry almost gave up when he heard a familiar sound.

"Honestly Ron, exchange students? From Canada, of all places? You couldn't think of anything better?" said the shrill voice of a girl.

"Well, I thought it was a good idea…" mumbled a boy's voice.

Harry knew it was Ron and Hermione. Who else could it be?

Harry quickly scanned the room for them, they sounded close. A shock of red hair caught his eye, but it was long and flowing; girl's hair. The girl also seemed to be searching for someone; she was looking around distractedly and seemed to be scarcely listening to her friend. Harry caught sight of her face and saw that it was his mother.

Deciding that he didn't want to be seen, Harry dived under the tables, much to the surprise of some unsuspecting Third years.

Harry listened intently to the voices above him as he crawled through people's legs. But so far he only heard gossip and talk about the Quidditch match and the moron who saved that one chaser and got himself knocked out by a bludger.

'I wonder who that could be,' thought Harry to himself. Quidditch matches in the past were very strange.

Giving up on listening for Ron and Hermione, Harry instead concentrated on looking for Ron and Hermione's shoes. He knew that despite the Hogwarts uniforms, after Labor Day the students were allowed to wear their own shoes. Why this was, Harry had no clue. He would have thought that customized socks would have been better, for Harry was sure Dumbledore would agree.

Searching for Ron and Hermione's shoes, however, proved to be unsatisfactory and a bit nauseating. The smell was overwhelming and besides, Harry never liked feet, even if they wore colorful socks.

But just as Harry felt that he might throw up on someone's flip-flops, he glimpsed a pair of orange Nike's with the words 'Chudley Cannons' imprinted on them. Harry instantly recognized them as Ron's shoes and squinted his eyes so that he might spot Hermione's. Sure enough, Harry saw a pair of polished Mary Janes across from the bright orange ones.

Harry had to dodge many students' kicking feet (and, unfortunately, a certain couple playing Footsie) before he could reach Ron and Hermione's shoes.

Once Harry got there he decided that making his presence known was the safest thing to do. So he planned to nudge Hermione's leg so that she would look underneath the table and make room for him. That way he would not have to make any noise and he could discreetly slither up to the seat next to her.

Harry prodded Hermione's shin and waited for her reaction.

"Ron," sighed Hermione. "Will you stop doing that?"

"I didn't do anything!" said Ron defiantly.

"Yes, you did! You kicked me again!"

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione," said Ron, shaking his head. "It's not technically a kick; it's more of a…playful nudge."

"WHAT?"

Harry sighed and poked her knee.

Hermione jumped in alarm and timidly peeked under the table.

"Harry!" she cried.

Harry popped out from under the table and adjusted his glasses exclaiming "Jinkies! I found my glasses!"

"Where did you come from Harry?" asked Hermione.

Ron sighed and said "Hermione, it's time you should know. You see, when a man and a woman love each other very much-"

"Ron, no!" interjected Harry, restraining himself from waving his arms wildly.

"I already know Ron," said Hermione, rubbing her head.

"Aww," whined Ron. "I wanted to tell you about the stork!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to Harry.

"So, did Madam Pomfrey let you out of the Hospital Wing?"

"Of course she did! Why, you think I would sneak out?" exclaimed Harry, pretending to be offended.

"You didn't, did you?" asked Hermione anxiously. "We can't afford to break any rules here."

Harry chuckled and patted Hermione on the back. "You know I'm not that stupid."

"Right, well…" started Hermione, lowering her voice. "We need to get back to our own time as fast as we can. We need the Library's help and we need to get the Time Turner fixed. The only problem is that I'm not sure how to fix one, it's extremely complicated. But hopefully there might be a book that will be specific enough."

"When should we start?" asked Ron, also whispering dramatically.

"As soon as possible," said Hermione, rising up from her seat.

"Let's go," muttered Harry, noticing that Lily was looking in their direction.

Ron glanced sadly at his unfinished pot roast before getting up, but he hurried to Harry's side anyway.

The three of them dashed through the hallways, not wanting to be noticed by others. When they could see the library doors they positively ran, skidding to a stop as soon as their feet meet the library floor.

Panting for breath, they tiptoed through the bookcases as quietly as they could, Hermione in the lead.

She stopped abruptly at a small table surrounded by rows and piles of books. On one bookcase above a pile of books was a small label that read 'Time Travel'.

"Ah, here we are," said Hermione cheerfully. Apparently being surrounded by dusty manuscripts of unknown proportions had improved Hermione's demeanor. She grabbed the nearest book, glanced at the title, and threw it aside.

Turning to Harry and Ron, she said "We need to find a book that explains a method that has to do with repairing Time Turners, or anything of the sort. If you notice anything about Time Turners, make sure you read it and see if it's what we require."

Ron groaned. "I didn't know we had to read…"

"Oh no Ron," snapped Hermione. "Just because we're in the Library, searching for a book that will tell us how to fix a Time Turner, doesn't mean we have to read."

Ron responded by slamming a book on the table in front of him and furiously muttering incoherent words to himself.

But a startling "SHH!" made by Madam Pince quieted him and he resorted to irritably flipping the pages.

Harry started to shift through a large pile of books nearest to him. He examined several of them, including 'The Time I've Spent, by Nicholas Flamel' and 'How to Build a Flux Capacitor, by Doctor Emmett L. Brown.' But these weren't what they needed.

However, when Harry's eyes began to get very sore from reading so much, another book caught Harry's eye and he picked it up. 'Fixing Time Turners, for Nitwits'. Hmmm…

"Hermione!" whispered Harry urgently.

"What is it?" asked Hermione irritably. She had been frantically searching the books for anything mentioning Time Turners and failed miserably, causing her to be in a very grouchy mood.

"I think I found something…" said Harry hesitantly.

"Let me see it," snapped Hermione, snatching the book from Harry's grasp.

Ron suddenly started to snore very loudly, causing Madam Pince to scowl at them. Harry nudged Ron awake as Hermione beamed at 'Fixing Time Turners, for Nitwits'.

"Harry I think you've found it!" whispered Hermione excitedly, her mood changing completely.

She flipped through the pages eagerly. "Yes, this is exactly what we need! Oh Harry, you're the best!"

Harry blushed slightly and fingered his sleeve. Ron began to frown.

"The only thing is," continued Hermione, who had stopped smiling and was now squinting her eyes at the pages. "This is extremely complicated. I may need some help…" Hermione looked over to Ron and Harry, biting her lip. She shook her head. "It's no use; I need someone else's help. Someone intellectual enough to help me figure this out."

"I can be…intell…ectu…al!" said Ron crossly.

"Hermione's right," argued Harry. "This is out of our hands."

"I'm smart!"

Harry and Hermione both stared incredulously at Ron.

"My motivational tapes say so."

Harry groaned and Hermione held her face in her hands.

"Fine then," said Harry, folding his hands. "What is the capital of Assyria?"

"The letter A." proclaimed Ron proudly.

Hermione sighed and asked "What is the air-speed velocity of an unladed swallow?"

"African or European swallow?"

Taken aback, Hermione began at once to look it up in one of the books behind her.

Ron grinned smugly at Harry, who was busy stifling a giggle with his fist.

"Ok look," muttered Hermione, ceasing her research. "We have to find someone intelligent, but not so intelligent that they won't believe us. It may disrupt the delicate balance of the space-time-continuum, but that's a chance we've got to take."

"It should be someone we know," added Harry.

"There's McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Lily," said Ron, counting his fingers.

Hermione, who seemed to be deep in thought, shook her head slowly. "We can't go to McGonagall; there is no way she'd believe us. Dumbledore must be much too busy to help us and he's too important; we just might destroy the Universe if we tell him. Lily…well I don't know her very well but she seems like a very logical person. It's most likely that she won't believe us; she'd think Harry was James and James was pranking her. Although even if we do ask for someone else's help it's most likely that they'd think we're loonies too…"

"Lily seems like she'd be able to help us," pointed out Ron. "She's not very important."

"Yes," sighed Hermione. "But she's also Harry's mother. We might interfere with James and Lily's relationship and Harry might not be born!"

Harry snorted. "Yeah, but what are the chances of that happening?"

"I don't know," said Hermione worriedly. "I've never had this problem before. But I'd rather not take the chance, all the same."

"So then," said Ron, furrowing his eyebrows. "We need…someone…who doesn't have…children?"

"Exactly."

"Well, everyone smart that we know is either too busy or has children!"

"Of course!" cried Harry abruptly, slapping his forehead in frustration. "Lupin!"

"Lupin?" repeated Hermione, frowning.

"Yeah," said Harry excitedly. "He'll believe us! I'm sure of it! And he's incredibly smart! He has no children and he's not too important! He can help us fix the Time Turner!"

"I don't know Harry," said Hermione doubtfully.

But another loud "SHHH!" from Madam Pince sounded their departure as they grabbed 'Fixing Time Turners, for Nitwits' and sprinted out the door.

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A/N: Ahhh. The satisfaction of a chapter well done. So…er…satisfying? I'm all thesaurused out you see. So anyway, love it? Hate it? Let me know!