Chapter 2- A Timely Arrival
The rest of the novel will mainly be from Lauren's POV
The first thing I heard was people yelling at each other. Then when I finally arrived at my destination, I found that Fred, George, and Arthur were yelling about "Toffees". Whatever those were.
I quickly found Harry and asked him what had happened. "Well, the two of them gave Dudley one of their toffees, which caused his tongue to grow about a foot in length, turn purple, and swell up." "Sounds painful."
He could only nod to that.
Eventually, everyone got calmed down, but it almost got started up again when Molly overheard her husband threatening to tell her what the twins did. "Tell me what?" From the look on his face, he wasn't actually going to tell his wife what they did.
Then, his wife spotted me. "Oh, hello dear. I don't recall seeing you..."
I had been sitting on the family room couch, talking with Harry and fiddling with my wand, but when Molly noticed me, I stood and nodded.
"Well, of course you haven't. Because...well...I'm a time traveler."
"A what?"
"I can travel through time. For me, this is the past."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Well, if our present is your past, or so you say, then..."
"Two thousand and sixteen. And yes, I can prove it to you, because I still have my letter. Here."
As the letter was given to Molly, Harry recognized it, for it was the exact one that I had shown him.
"...Well...this is certainly interesting..."
She handed the letter back to me and I pocketed the letter.
"How did you get here, of all places?"
"Do you know what the Time-Stones are?"
"Why, yes. In fact, I do believe that we have a set behind our house..."
I grinned at this. "Excellent. If you don't mind, Mrs. Weasley, I'd like to go back and get some things..."
Mrs. Weasley made a shooing motion with her hands. "Go right ahead, dear. Go and get whatever you need."
Hogwarts (Present)
Gryffindor Common Room
When I came back down the stairs with my belongings, I didn't except a group of people to be doing various things in the common room. At the time, no one had noticed me at the top of the stairs, which was half good and half bad.
From where I was standing, there were about ten people in the area, possibly more. Some could have been hidden from view by the stairs themselves.
...Must have come back at the wrong time then... I found myself fingering a certain ring around my neck that was being held by a rusted IronSilver chain. Well...It's now or never...I slipped on the Ring, and it was if I had never been there in the first place.
The Burrow
The Time-Stones
With a flash and a loud crack, I reappeared back at the Burrow. Of course, everyone was waiting for me. I was still wearing the Ring however, and when I took it off and reappeared, everyone that had come to the Time-Stones to greet me took a step back.
(No POV)
The group noticed that the young woman in front of them now had various things on her person.
A strange looking watch was resting on her right wrist; a golden chain rested around her neck, and a silver and battered ring hung around it; and not just Percy was shocked to notice that a sword and shield were strapped to her back. Harry privately noticed that she had also taken the opportunity to change her attire: she wore Eastwoods for footwear, worn blue jeans, and a black T-shirt that said 'Who Needs Wands When You Can Hand-Wield?', and depicted a wand with an 'X' over it and a hand next to the wand that had the fingers facing upwards towards the sky, and a strange blue orb being sent flying from the palm...was it magic?
(Lauren's POV)
I had noticed Harry looking at me. "Well?"
"That's a strange shirt you're wearing..."
I shook my head. "It's true. Watch."
As Harry and the others looked on in confusion, I held out my right hand with my palm facing upwards, and snapped my fingers.
At once, a ball of blue light appeared in my palm and started to flicker slightly.
Arthur Weasley was the first person to recover. "My...my word...you're...you are a Hand-Wielder, aren't you?"
I nodded and snapped my fingers again, which caused the magic to disappear, then lowered my hand to my side.
"Yep. I am."
Just then, a commotion caused me to turn around.
Two people that I hadn't seen yet had begun smashing two wooden tables together with their wands.
Molly had run out of the house and was now yelling at the two men, whoever they were.
"Put those tables down!"
While Molly was berating the two, I turned to Ron. "...Uh...should I even ask...?"
"Oh, right, those are my two older brothers, Bill and Charlie. Charlie works with Dragons in Romania, and Bill works for Gringotts."
"Cool. Anything else?"
Ron nodded. "You've have to go ask them that. I'm sure that they'd like to speak with you."
While the two of us had been speaking, the two brothers had settled down and had lowered the table to the grass and had repaired them.
Several minutes later, the tables were set, and, as if the food didn't look good enough, it smelled great.
I'm actually curious if Mrs. Weasley cooks better than my mom. Only one way to find out. I smiled to myself as I pulled up a wooden chair and sat down next to Charlie. I then attempted to strike up a conversation with him. "...So...I heard that you work with Dragons?"
The ponytailed, Dragon-Hide boot wearing man grinned. "Sure do. It's dangerous work, I tell you."
I found myself eyeing a large burn on Charlie's arm. "...Right..."
A few hours had passed since dinner. In that time span, Ron had taken me on a tour around his house.
Needless to say, it was quite interesting.
I found myself enthralled by a strange looking clock in the kitchen, and I couldn't stop looking at it.
"Do you like it?"
Molly had come up behind me and I half turned to look at her.
"Can I ask where to get one of these?"
Mrs. Weasley started laughing.
"My dear, that's one of a kind, I'm afraid! But look here!"
The woman pointed to a section that said "Home". All nine Weasley's were "Home", but that wasn't all.
Some others were "Home" too. Harry, Hermione, and me.
"That clock is something else."
Molly agreed and then said that she had a room I could stay in while I was here.
The room wasn't much. But, it would do.
Someone had brought my things up and had laid them against the back wall, near the bed.
Whoever the person was, they had tried to arrange my belonging in a 'homely fashion', with my trunk/chest of things at the foot of the bed, my wand was resting on the side table, and from what I can tell, they had even hung some of my clothes up in the closet. ...Looks like someone was busy....I'll rearrange later, it's getting late... My weird sleeping hours had caught up with me, and all that I wanted to do was just sleep. So, that's exactly what I did.
After taking my sword and shield and leaning them against the wall, of course, I then lowered myself onto the bed and gazed upwards at the darkened ceiling. Hopefully those Dementors don't show up tomorrow... Being from the future, of course, everything had already happened. But...I was here. Time travel makes your head hurt, huh?
Maybe...maybe this time...it'll turn out different... I was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Next chapter is the Quidditch World Cup/ The Aftermath!