Standard disclaimer goes here.
A/N: I'm having a chocolate sugar rush right now, and so will you! SPOILER BTW.-kind of (I think you all read them by now lol.)
Chapter Four: I've Got The Golden Snitch!
"Alright, so the Grand Staircase has transformed itself into an enormous mountain of candy and chocolate. What's the big problem?" Hermione suppressed another sigh. "We have to climb it and see what mess everyone's in this time. Maybe we still have a chance."
Ron drooled, "Chocolate rivers! I'm in Draco's worst nightmare!"
"Draco?" Harry wondered.
"You didn't know?" Ron let out one loud laugh and said, "Draco's anorexic. He wouldn't go near this stuff with a fifty-foot broomstick."
"Real nice, Ron. What does that have to do with us saving the world? Nothing. So, let's just go, alright?" Hermione's patience wore thin.
Random Narrator: Everyone knew to not speak when Hermione became angry. After her first encounter punching Draco, she let a secret aggressive part of her loose. Whenever really angered to the point of no return, she would rabbit punch anyone who was nearby.
Harry and Ron laughed, obviously hearing their narrator.
"What?" Asked an irritated Braniac.
"Nothing." The boys chimed.
They slowly climbed the mountain, careful not to knock gummy worms from the licorice trees they grew on. Many different candies sprouted from the mountain like the sweetest scented flowers in the world. Being on such a mound of candy tempted the threesome to stop and take a bite, but they kept their minds on the task at hand. They neared the top, ready for just about anything.
"Dumbledore!" Ron said, eyeballing the headmaster.
The top of the mountain wasn't a mountain at all, but a large room with couches, a roaring fire, and a broomstick lying on the wooden floor. A younger version of Harry was standing to Dumbledore, who was dressed in a white nightgown, maroon robe, and holding the golden snitch.
Dumbledore grins form ear to ear. He boards the broomstick and hovers. And of course, music begins.
Dumbledore: Look at me! Look at me! Up on a broom. I haven't done this in five-hundred years.
Younger Harry: Headmaster!
Dumbledore sings: I never thought my life could be, filled with such catastrophe. And suddenly I begin to see, it's all because of Harry. But I've got the golden snitch. I've got so many reasons to want to die.
The threesome raise their eyebrows.
Dumbledore: I gave Harry the chance to shine, which I am regretting. He can get away with any crime, what a depressing thing! But I've got the golden snitch.
Hermione: He's lost it, Harry!
Dumbledore: I've got a million reasons for me to die! I never thought I'd see the day, when Harry would be here to say, Death Eaters, I am the one! I never thought that I would be, such an open target for Voldy, Cause of Harry-
Younger Harry: It isn't my fault
Dumbledore: But it is your fault!
Ron: Loony . . .
Dumbledore: I never thought that I would drape, my aging legs over this broom, but it's the only way I can escape, my fate of utter doom!
Younger Harry: Cause you've got the golden snitch.
Dumbledore, flying higher into the air: I've got a golden chance to fly away. And with a golden snitch and broom I'll save my life today!
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"At this point in time," Hermione said, "Why does this not suprise me?"
Dumbledore flew out of the room and down the mountain. Younger Harry left the room too, out of a back door. The threesome entered the room and glanced around, almost sure they were losing their minds. When all was quiet, they grouped together to talk.
But their peace was disturbed by a tall man in a top hat bursting through the back door.
"Someone stole fizzy-lifting drinks!" The top-hat man shouted, "Who was it? My candy factory has been infected with germs of children's hands. Was it one of you three?"
"No, Sir." Harry spoke clearly. "No one here has done anything to a candy factory."
Hermione shook her head in disbelief. Now she knew who this man was from a movie she once watched with her parents.
"Mr. Wonka," Hermione said, "I think you're a little lost. This isn't your factory. This is a school."
Willy Wonka searched the room with his eyes. He sighed. "I guess you're right. I am a little lost. Time to go, then."
Random Narrator: I'm sorry, Ron and Harry, these people just keep appearing. I can't help it. At least Hermione's not angry right now, or you would both be eating something other than chocolate, if you know what I mean.
"I'm getting used to this narrator," Ron chuckled and added, "He's definitely on our side."
Harry laughed. "Yeah, he's adding some humor to our journey."
As Hermione turned to face the boys once more, she scowled as they laughed harder.
"She's getting angry," Joked Ron, "better stop laughing now."
"C'mon," She said, ignoring the two, "We'd better try another time."
They gathered together and held onto the golden chain of the time-turner. Instantly, the felt sensations all around them, pulling them through to the next year.
"Where are we now?" Asked Ron, gazing at their environment.
They were on the third floor, right next to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. All seemed pretty normal; Paintings were hung on the walls of the hallway and students who passed by wore their normal school robes. Hermione was the first to walk forwards, predicting the floor would gobble her up soon. Ron followed, expecting someone to shoot him in the head. Last was Harry, who simply enjoyed the normal settings while it lasted.
"Oh!" Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. "We're on the third floor. It's second year, right? So our younger selves are probably talking to Gilderoy, ready to drag him into the girl's lavatory."
"Right." Harry said, "So we should wait out here until we leave the Defense classroom."
Ron nodded before following the others to the side of the classroom. They waited for a while, shuffling their feet and twiddling their thumbs to pass time. The windows showed night time approaching, which meant it was almost time. They hoped more than anything that this time around would actually work.
Random Narrator: Hi boys. I was bored so I thought I'd see how you were. Oh, right. -Ahem- The boys stood, shuffling their feet and thinking about finally defeating Voldemort. Harry wondered how the future would be effected if he had killed him when he had the chance, instead of wimping out or having everyone else help him wimp out. Ron, on the other hand, imagined kissing Hermione, because he obviously fell madly in love with her in just one year. He was curious of what color underwear she wore, or if she wore any at all.
"I thought the narrator was on our side." Said Ron, a fire red color forming on his cheeks.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what's up with him. I'm ignoring it now. There's a chance to win here, so I'm not letting that thing bother me."
"Wait," Hermione asked, "You can still hear your narrator?"
Ron and Harry nodded.
"That means things are still messed up. I guess we need to be careful if the change in this time frame isn't obvious."
"Whatever," Ron blurted, "as long as I never have to see Snape in drag again, I'm fine."
Harry laughed. "Don't talk about stuff like that. You might jinx us. I don't want to see it either, but you have to keep quiet."
"Both of you keep quiet," Hermione ordered, "I hear something."
The Defense Against the Dark Arts door opened slowly. Gilderoy Lockhart emerged from the room, gleaming and glowing brighter than ever before. Younger Hermione exited the room next, her whole face blushing and glowing.
"Dear God," Ron whispered, "Tell me it's not what I think it is."
A moment later, Harry and Ron's younger selves came out of the room with the same ecstatic look on their faces.
Gilderoy spoke quietly, "Don't tell Dumbledore I gave you those drugs. The effect should be gone within an hour. Now," He straightened his back. "what were you three going to show me?"
"Oh, follow us and we'll show you." Young Hermione said flirtatiously.
"Well," Ron mumbled, "our younger selves are high. It's better than what I expected when I saw Hermione glowing that much."
Hermione glared at Ron and slapped his face hard. The sting lasted for a few minutes.