Not going to apologize for the very long wait because y'all haven't been just sitting at the computer waiting for me to upload, and I've been busy with practice, exams, and Christmas. But for anyone that actually is sitting at their computer all the time- it probably will never be this long of a wait next time. :) But enjoy the chapter! Or not. Although if you didn't I'd like it if you told me. Warning- this is short and sweet.
Harry panicked. Hagrid wasn't supposed to be here. Not now! There was a bang as Ron's door was blasted open by Mrs. Weasley who was standing in the frame.
"What the heck is going on!"she demanded, looking at each of them in turn, her eyes widening when they fell upon Hagrid who was sprawled across the floor. He looked just as confused as Mrs. Weasley. "Oh, Hagrid, would you please explain what is going on here." Molly said, calming down a bit. Hagrid opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out.
"He apparated here by mistake, mum." Ron explained, gesturing at Hagrid who was now making choking noises and grasping at his throat. Thankfully, Mrs. Weasley didn't notice.
"Oh, well then Hagrid, would you join us for dinner then?" Mrs. Weasley offered. Hagrid chose this moment to get his voice back and so Hagrid agreed to dinner, although he was still rather confused. Mrs. Weasley left Ron's room reluctantly; she knew that faulty apparition wasn't the reason Hagrid was in her son's room. After all, hadn't they just put new apparition blocks on the house only a few days ago? Mrs. Weasley stopped all these thoughts and calmed herself with the fact that she trusted Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
Hagrid stared at the four teens in amazement.
"You're not James." he said, pointing at Harry.
"No, I'm not." Harry said.
"Well, who are ya' then?" Hagrid asked.
"I'm Harry." Harry introduced himself to his old friend, or rather his younger old friend. Hagrid was still tall as ever, his hair seemed even blacker. The only real difference was that Hagrid didn't know any of them. He might have recognized Mrs. Weasley, but she still would have looked older than Hagrid remembered.
Hagrid now turned his attention to the other three people looking at him.
"And you aren't Lily?" Hagrid asked Ginny; she shook her head, smiling slightly.
"Where am I?" Hagrid asked. Harry looked at the others for help; they nodded encouragingly.
"You are in the future. I'm James' son." Harry explained. At this, Hagrid's eyes got big, and Harry couldn't blame him. His revelation was rather blunt. Hagrid seemed to follow his meaning though.
"James and Lily's son- You have her eyes, ya' know." Hagrid said proudly. Ginny raised her eyebrows at Harry while Ron chuckled to himself. ("Always the eyes! He's the spitting image of his dad and it's all about Lily's eyes!")
"Hagrid, we need to get you back, right now." Hermione told him, while rummaging in her books.
Ron, however, disagreed.
"Hermione, you can't! We've just gotten back, we can't go again! Look at yourself, you're exhausted. Try to do a minor spell, go on. It won't work, not for a day or two. It'll be a week before we can do anything major, and months before we can do anything big."
Harry tried a summoning charm, but nothing happened. The same thing happened when the others tried their magic, although Harry still thought he had made Ron's sneakers twitch some.
"So what do we do now?" Ginny asked.
"We go to dinner?" Ron suggested.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Even in the middle of a crisis, he's still hungry!"
"Hey!" Ron said, playfully swatting her arm. Hermione collapsed at his touch, and Ron caught her. He had barely brushed her arm, and Hermione had fainted! Ron shot a panicked look at Harry, and then turned to look at Ginny, who was not looking so… conscious.
Harry immediately grabbed Ginny when she fell too, but it was barely a second before Harry found himself falling to the floor. Just before his eyes closed, Harry caught a glimpse of Ron staggering to his knees, still holding Hermione.
When Mrs. Weasley had come up to Ron's room to tell them all that dinner was ready, she expected to find them huddled over some book or strange object, whispering secrets. Or to find them laughing at some joke or at Ron's Chudely Cannons posters. What she did not expect was to open the door to find them all unconscious on the floor.