"Ladies in gentlemen, we are about to travel in time. I bid you adieu."

Lee dragged his friend out of the still pounding club, and Angelina roughly poured the potion into his mouth. He reacted pretty much the same as Angelina, and she struggled to explain the situation to them as best she could.

"This guy—well, Ben—pretty much gave me a mission."

"Mission?" Lee shook his dreadlocks, while Fred's eyes widened knowingly.

"For the Order?" he asked, trying to be careful in case he was wrong. She nodded, and he seemed relieved. "So, Lee and I are going too? What kind of—"

"Uh—no, honey. Just Lee and I. You see, you're a Weasley." He was about to object, but she shushed him. "No no, it's just that you and Harry are Voldemort and the rest's worst enemies. You can't be seen meddling."

"Meddling with what? I don't understand," Lee said, and Fred looked as if he could've said the same thing.

"Well, I have this Time-Turner, which we have to use to go back to some period of time to stop someone from doing something, and therefore stop all this war and stuff from happening. Basically to destroy Voldemort—but in the past." Neither male moved for a few seconds, just stood there with their mouths open for a while, and then Fred thought to speak.

"But—but, Ang, you can't do this." He reached over to her, and attempted to take the Time-Turner.

"Yes I can," she snatched it away. "I've always been against Voldemort, but now I can do something about it, like I've wanted to for so long. I hate standing there like a prop while you and Harry fight off those Death Eaters. I wanna kill them before they could have done anything to Sirius, to Dumbledore, to anyone." and her eyes were shining so bright Fred dared not argue.

"You—you sure?" he said weakly, and she nodded fiercely. "Lee?" He didn't speak, but eventually looked up and nodded. Fred didn't have a choice, but he decided to act as if he was letting them go. "Okay then," he said. "Good luck. And, uh—" He leaned over and suddenly kissed Angelina passionately. Lee considerately looked away, and desperately missed Katie. What if he never made it back? What if he never saw Katie again? What if—and he hated to think of this—what if somehow the Death Eaters found out what they were doing and plotted to kill him when he was a baby or something like that, so that he was never there to stop them? As the two parted, there was a crack and Lee Disapparated.

It was freezing and wet out from the rain the previous day, but it barely registered in his mind. He bounded up the stone steps by twos, and then threes. He raced for the common room before anyone could stop him, panting. When he knocked politely on the door, she let out a small squeal and took him into her arms. "Lee! What a nice surprise," she said, though she was wearing her pajamas. He couldn't help but think of how a minute before he was out partying with Fred and Angelina, and felt immediately even more guilty.

"I miss you," he said as an answer. She smiled. "Lee, I miss you too. So what's the occasion?"

"Well, uh, it's kind of a long story," he said nervously. "Uh, Angelina and I were at a bar—" Her eyebrows rose dangerously, but she quickly thought better of it. As he explained it to her completely, she realized what he meant by coming over here.

"I see," she said curtly, "You wanted to come see me before this big adventure."

He noticed the anger, and panicked. "W-what do you mean?"

"I mean that you could've asked me, instead of told me. You just found this out?" she said. He nodded. "Well, what if something happens to you? What'll I do?!" She seemed nearly hysterical now. "Lee, you can't just go jetting off like this! So this is it, just goodbye?! What if I never see you again?" She lay down on her bed.

"Hear this now. I will always come for you." Lee said, leaning over her.

"What?!" she sat up, almost hitting him in the head.

"Muggle movie," he dismissed it. "Katie, listen to me. I have to do this. I have to help them fight—You-Know-Who."

"Yes, help, Lee. Help." Katie stood up now. "You shouldn't be expected to solve all the people of the world's problems."
Frustration overtook him. "You're right. You're right. Harry should." She began to speak, but he cut her off. "No! Everyone's talking about how the Order of the Phoenix works to defeat Voldemort, but if you think about it, it's mostly Harry! Before he was born, we had this whole war. Dumbledore and Sirius and plenty of other Aurors died trying to fight him off, and Harry's been alive through all of it. He's saved the world six times in sixteen years. He's paid his debt. Everyone else should succeed now, because they haven't in the past." She was silent for a moment; then again lay on her bed. "You understa—"

"You're right," she said. "You're right, you're right, you're right. I just wish you didn't have to risk your life. You're my boo," she grinned, and he returned it, before jumping up. "I have to go," he pulled her up from her bed and kissed her. "I love you," he said, and Disapparated.

Angelina was pacing near a comfortable place at their college. Where was Lee? Why did he suddenly leave? As soon as she thought this, though, he was before her eyes. "Lee! Where did you go? You scared me!" she said, absentmindedly thinking she was becoming her mother.

"Sorry," he said, looking at the ground. "I just—saw you and Fred kissing and realized that I had to go and say goodbye to Katie in case—you know—in case something happens to us." Angie immediately felt a bit guilty. She was a romantic at heart. What you got to do for love, you got to do for love.

She shrugged. "It's OK. I was just afraid because of—the war and everything. Anyway, I'm just glad you're all right. So when do you reckon we should go back to?"

"Well, since Harry was born in 1980, and it happened Halloween night, maybe we should go back to—"

"After the troubles blew over," Angelina interrupted. "December, maybe January 1981. When we were two or so."

"That reminds me," Lee said, interrupting her. "We had better be careful not to run into our younger selves. What if they recognize us?"

"Don't play the what-if game, Lee. Let's just get started." She pulled the hourglass out of her pocket, muttered something, then tapped it with her wand, and soon it was back to the size of a shampoo bottle.

"Right. What did the guy say? Ten times backward—Hey, what's this button?" Lee asked, turning it over and grabbing it from her hands.

"Don't!" Angelina cried. "Don't touch anything!" she snatched it back. "It says forward. And this one says backward." She adjusted it to the proper spot, and wrapped the chains around them. Lee wrapped the chains around them and Angelina turned it back ten times.

"No, that's not fast enough!" Lee cried. Angelina had only turned it back to 30 hours. "Shit, now they're gonna wonder what we're doing here! Let me do it!" Everyone was staring at them, but Lee turned it faster.

"Hi," Angelina smiled, before disappearing again. When they reappeared, they were flying through the air. "AAAAH!" When they finally reached the ground, they saw battered sidewalk all around them. They were in the middle of London, and there were people staring at them yet again. Angelina didn't blame them; the duo appeared to have fallen out of the sky. "You okay?" Angelina asked.

"Yeah," Lee nodded, looking around. "Yeah, this building was built recently. Right, let's go. It's only been a year, so we better leave before someone recognizes us. So it's on years now, right? It's 1995 now, so we have to go back to January 1981, fourteen times." He turned it back, one, two, three, four, times. But he paused too long before going to the fifth time, and the scenery slightly changed around them. Some of the shops on that London street were different. Cops were strolling all around, looking for crooks. And immediately, when the two appeared, a particularly fat one hobbled over to them.

"Muggles," Lee whispered to Angelina. "I got it."

"Wha'are you whispering about there?" the policeman pointed with his nightstick.

"Nothing, officer," Lee said. "You see, my friend and I—"

"What've you got behind your back?"

"You're quite, uh—alert. I'm sure you're a great asset to the force."

"Pull it out, then." Lee paused, but eventually pulled it out, and aimed it at the police officer. That was the last thing he remembered.

"Smooth, Jordan." Angelina watched him slump and his eyes roll up into his head. "Sweet talking a police officer. Let me do that next time."
"Ha." The two semi-dragged him to the telephone box where the Ministry was, and left him there. Anyone who came would know what to do with him.

"But you were silent with the spell. I'll give you credit for that," Angelina added as they finished with the poor cop and walked back to where they had left the Time-Turner.

"Shit shit shit shit shit," Lee muttered as they saw the place where the Time-Turner had been. "No. Where is it?" he hissed at Angelina.

"I don't know! You had it!"

"You did."

"Liar."

"Well this definitely isn't helping. Oh Merlin, what if a Muggle has it? We're in deep shit now. You know this is illegal, right?"

"What?" Angelina had always considered herself a law-abiding person for the most part (DA excluded).

"Time-Turning is illegal," Lee explained slowly. "You didn't know that?"

"No! I never would've agreed to this if I had known that!"

"You're with a Weasley twin; you can't be this opposed to rule-breaking!" Lee couldn't believe what a goody-goody she was being right now.

"I'm not! I enjoy playing pranks! That's a great part of being with him, but I would never knowingly break wizarding law! Don't even bring Fred into this anyway," Angelina hissed haughtily.

"It's for the greater good!"

Angelina had no response to this, for she knew Lee was right in this respect. She eventually settled for, "Doesn't matter. We have to find the Time-Turner before a Muggle gets hold of it. If a wizard finds out that a Muggle got his hands on it, we'll be dead—well, in jail. Which, to my parents, means the same thing. The only way we can get another one is to ask someone—who very well might report us, and you know what that means."

"Let's get looking," Lee ordered.

After they had been looking for a few minutes, Lee thought of something worth asking. "What day is it anyway? The same day we left? September 28th?"

"Look for a newspaper if that's more important than jail," Angelina muttered without looking up.

"Just a general wondering," Lee rolled his eyes. "Maybe you should be the mascot for PMS."

"Excuse you," Angelina turned to him. He covered his face as if she was going to hit him. She took that as cute and decided to wait until later when he was more vulnerable.

Later, they still hadn't found it, and Angelina, surprisingly, had been the first to give up and go into a shop she "just had to look for a few seconds." Lee resisted the temptation to mention her supposed "PMS" and the mood swings for fear of damage to his face. It was the Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley. Lee wasn't quite sure why; Angelina usually didn't care too much about animals one way or the other. Now if it was Katie—Katie! Lee thought about how it seemed so long ago since he had seen her. It wasn't really, but it didn't really feel great to Time Travel: it was both mentally and physically draining. Lee remembered suddenly what they were here for and pulled Angelina roughly out of the shop. "Did you forget why we're here? We have to change history. And now since we're stuck here, we might as well do it here. We've already talked to too many people—first the cop, and now that cashier." Angelina glanced back at the nerdy teenage cashier—who was now probably in his early twenties. "We've already done too much. Let's just do what we came to."

"Right," she nodded, looking a bit confused. Her dreadlocked friend looked around momentarily, and immediately ducked his head down, and pushed her against the nearest wall. "What're you doing?" she demanded as he practically headbutted her.

"Hagrid. 11 o'clock." She turned her head before putting her hands behind her back and whistling "nonchalantly." Lee smacked her lightly before she could make them seem any more conspicuous. "Just walk slowly to the left. Stay with me, and don't do or say anything that might get us noticed," Lee said.

"Would you like me to hold your hand? I see a street coming," Angelina hissed in his ear.

"Shut up. This is serious. Turn right, and stay with—" But they had bumped into a tall, lean man in a trenchcoat before Lee could finish directing Angie.

"Watch it!" the man shrieked nasally, though Angelina was on the ground too. He hurriedly gathered his papers into his briefcase before anyone could help him, and scrambled away. Lee was calling out apologies to his retreating back, as he helped Angelina up.

At this point, even more people were staring at them. Hagrid had come over to see if she was okay. "Uh—yeah, I'm fine, sir," Angelina said, taking care not to look him in the eyes. "Thanks for your help, I'm just gonna go now." She tried to walk away, while leaning on Lee, though even with him, she almost fell.

"You sure?" Hagrid asked, puzzled. "C'mon, I have ter help yeh." He picked her up. "Lemme at least take yeh ter yer house."

"No no, really, she's fine." Lee was neither tall nor strong enough to take her from Hagrid's arms. Hagrid finally looked at Angelina for her opinion.

"I am," she agreed, and he reluctantly put her down.

"Well, er, take care, then," he walked away, still confused.

"That could've been pretty bad," Lee said, and Angelina gave him a look. "Let me do it," Lee said, and touched his wand to her leg, and she found she could walk easily. "See, we didn't really need him." Angelina scoffed and felt a wave of homesickness wash over her.

When they first entered, out of the fireplace, their eyes took a few minutes to adjust to the darkness. It finally cleared and Angie saw with repulsion an old, bald man sitting against a wall on the corner, laughing. His teeth were misshapen and yellow, and he was holding an almost empty bottle of a clear liquid that Angelina did not want to try. He was smiling and laughing, though there seemed to be no reason to do so; he was positively sickening. His bones poked out of his bare gray legs, and his clothes didn't adequately cover his lanky chest. While Angelina was looking at him, Lee was looking around, but they both got the same feeling: disgust. They were in Knockturn Alley, in search of an illegal Time-Turner, and both wished they were anywhere else. Lee was the first to temporarily recover. He took a deep breath, braced himself, and walked forward, forcefully ignoring the old man who was leering at Angelina. Lee gripped her hand tightly and kept her by his side as they walked briskly, finally finding a shop that looked like a place to buy the item. It was similar to Borgin and Burkes, but it was called Griffin's Findings. It seemed to be a kind of place to get rare stuff. Most of it seemed to be related to Dark magic, but some things weren't.

It was one room, dark and gloomy. Every space possible seemed to be stuffed with some thing or other, most of which were hard to see in the light. They saw a few live things: an oversized raven that wouldn't stop cawing at them, an ostrich up against a wall, and it was pecking against the side of its cage savagely. An iguana was sitting on the owner's shoulder, behind the counter. "Yes?" the manager hissed. "What can I do for you?" Even he seemed to be somewhat of an animal. The nose was too pointed, and the eyes were too much like slits. What animal couldn't be said, but it was definitely there.

"What exactly do you sell here?" Lee asked, trying to keep his voice level.

"Depends on who you are," the manager replied, a bad smell on his breath. "You ain't no copper, are you?" He paused, and looked closer at lee. "'Ang on a minute, you're just a kid. 'E's just a kid, Charl," He told the iguana. "You ain't got nuffin to do with the Ministry, I'm sure?"

"Would it matt—"

"No," Angelina finally spoke up. "Hate that place, to be honest. We're just looking for something—uh, how do I put this—not really in the vicinity of the wizard law," she sugarcoated it.

"Illegal, you mean?" he asked, not letting her. She nodded. "Well, what exac'ly are you looking for?"
"A Time-Turner."

"Wot? A Time-Turner?! I shoulda known." He sniffed at them before going in the back, mumbling to himself. "Bloody kids—getting me all worked up…all for a Time Turner—you'd think they'd be a li'l less childish. My shop, all these great things, poisonous birds, hands that can strangle you from up to a hundred feet away…and they want a bloody Time-Turner." He returned with it. "Thirteen Galleons."

Angelina patted her pockets in search of money. She pulled out several Sickles and a few Knuts. "You got any dough?" she whispered, while the manager tapped his foot impatiently. She counted, coming up with 15 sickles and 12 Knuts. "I've almost got 15 ½," she told him.

"Here," Lee said, counting out his own money and giving it. "Pocket it," he told Angelina, and took the Time-Turner, shrunk it, and put it in his pocket.

"Fine, you pay for it," Angelina nagged him, as if she could have. "I'm just a little short."

"It's fine, Ang," Lee consoled her. "I'm not judging. So where do you think we should do this?"
"Maybe in a more discreet place this time," Angelina suggested.

"Can we get out of this shithole though, first, please?" Lee pleaded, but Angelina shook her head.

"Look, I hate it here as much as you do," she told him. "We won't look out of place doing anything suspicious here, but we will in Diagon Alley. We should do it here in some alley or something."

"Fine," Lee whined. "Let's do it quick though." They found a moldy-smelling alley, and wrapped the chains of the much more beat-up looking Time-Turner around themselves. They took a deep breath, and Apparated through to time to 1996.

A/N: Again, bonus points if anyone can find out the theme of the teacher's last names.