Here's the next chapter everyone! Sorry if it sucks! Tome Riddle will appear in the next one I promise!
Disclaimer: We're gonna stop, stop, stop, the world together, stop, stop, stop the world together- oh sorry were you talking to me? I don't own anything but when I grow up I'm gonna stop the world…
Professors Dippet and Dumbledore
Harry, Hermione, and Ron stepped into the headmaster's office. As they walked in, their mouths dropped open. Standing in front of them was a much younger Dumbledore. He had no long beard. He was talking to what must've been Professor Dippet. The two men stopped talking as they approached.
Hermione fidgeted nervously then said, "Umm hello." She said lamely.
"Who are you three?" Professor Dippet asked in surprise.
"We- well- we- ummm, well we're from the future and we were just sitting in the common room and my time turner broke and it sent us here and now we can't get back!" Hermione blurted out. Professor Dippet looked somewhat shocked but Professor Dumbledore just looked slightly surprised.
"I believe them." Professor Dumbledore said gravely.
"You do, Dumbledore?" Dippet asked sharply, eyeing the kids suspiciously.
"Don't you?" Dumbledore asked lightly and then upon hearing no response, continue, "I have never seen them around the school and they couldn't have gotten in any other way. You can't apparate or dissaparate in or out of the school you know."
"I know." Snapped Dippet, "Very well, they may stay here but on no circumstance can you tell anyone where you are from or anything about the future! Not even the staff! It could change the very balance of time! Do you understand?" The three nodded mutely so Dippet continued, "I presume you are in your sixth year?" They nodded again. "Houses? Oh and what year are you from?" he asked in that same snappish tone.
"Gryffindor, all of us sir, from 1996." Hermione answered. She seemed to be doing all the talking.
"Right then. Well, you may stay in the castle and attend normal classes until we figure out a way to send you three back. Minerva, kindly show them back to Gryffindor common room. And absolutely no questioning them about the future! Understand?" he said to Mcgonagall who was standing in the back of the room. When they had said they were from the future, she began eyeing them with newfound interest. She nodded seriously and led the three out of the headmaster's office. The moment the sixteen year olds had turned there backs they could hear Dumbledore and Dippet discussing ways to send them back to their time.
"So you're from the future." Mcgonagall said once the teachers were out of sight. Still slightly shocked to be talking to a seventeen year old Mcgonagall they all nodded mutely. "I suppose you can't guys can't tell me anything though…" she sighed wistfully.
Ron shook his head, "No profe-" he stopped immediately, looking horrified. But the damage was already done. Hermione elbowed him, glaring daggers, "Ow!" he muttered.
Mcgonagall was staring at them, "Did you say professor?"
"N-no I said- I said…"Ron trailed off not knowing what to say.
"You did! You were about to say professor! Am I a teacher at Hogwarts when I'm older?" she said, her face lighting up.
If she hadn't just found something out about the future Harry would have laughed at seeing Mcgonagall's face like that, "Er, well…" he glanced helplessly at Hermione who just shook her head and shrugged as if to say, "Might as well. It's too late anyways." "Yeah, but we can't tell you anything else. You heard what Dippet said." Harry felt a little strange reminding Mcgonagall of a headmaster's rules.
"Right!" she said but looked incredibly happy anyways. They had arrived at the portrait of the fat lady.
"Huh. She must be old." Ron remarked as Hermione and Mcgonagall shot him looks.
"Well I suppose you know where to go. I'm going to call it a night. You can just sleep in the regular sixth year rooms." Mcgonagall called as she went sleepily up to the seventh year dorms.
The three looked uncertainly at each other, "We'd better go to sleep too. We'll meet, tomorrow morning, common room. And remember you can't tell anyone where we came from!" said Hermione, as if they'd forget.
"Keep your hair on Hermione." Ron said rolling his eyes.
She rolled her eyes back and turned and went up towards the girl's sixth year rooms. Harry and Ron headed up the other way. They found two extra empty beds waiting for them.
"Wow they're fast." Commented Ron, "And can you believe how young Mcgonagall is? Or I guess we should call her Minnie now." He said grinning and lying down. Harry lay down too, chuckling and turned off the light.
Ok sorry about the lame ending oh and Mcgonagall's seventeen by the way and head girl. Sorry if I said she was sixteen in previous chapters.