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Chapter Three

'History Revisited'

4 Privet Drive / 29.06.2009

The man scrambled to his knees, nose twitching, at Ron's feet, getting uncomfortably close, "Please, don't turn me in, I was a good pet wasn't I?"

"Ah!" screamed Ron, kicking the man in the crotch and following up with a punch to the face.

Hermione looked on with shock as the man crumpled back to the floor, unconscious.

"When we tell people about this," muttered Ron, massaging his hand, "Can we leave out the part where I screamed?"

"Shh," hushed Hermione, kneeling down and rummaging through the man's battered jacket, "Ah-ha!"

Pulling her hand out of the jacket, Hermione held a bone-white wand in her hand.

"Crap, this so much worse," uttered Ron, paling, "That's You-Know-Who's wand."

"Don't be silly," replied Hermione, examining the wand, "It's got Ollivander's signature on the bottom."

"That's You-Know-Who's wand," repeated Ron, taking the wand from Hermione's hand, "Look here, on the handle."

Hermione gasped, "The Dark Mark!"

"They never found his wand," explained Ron, "Everyone assumed Sirius Black hid it, he was the first to Godric's Hollow that night."

"If this man has You-Know-Who's wand, then," spoke Hermione, pulling up the man's sleeve to reveal a black tattoo, "He's a Death Eater."

"I recognise him, it's just come to me," stated Ron, "He's Peter Pettigrew, he's in loads of the photos Hagrid got Harry."

"As in Order of Merlin, Third Class?" enquired Hermione, turning her head to look at Ron, "The guy Sirius Black killed?"

"Stupefy!" cried Pettigrew as he suddenly raised his other hand, shooting a red bolt of light out a second wand.

"Hermione!" cried Ron as she slumping to floor, drawing his wand and pointing it at Pettigrew climbed to his feet.

"Come on, Weasley," sneered Pettigrew, "Do you really think you can beat me?"

"How are you even alive?" questioned Ron, coiled like a spring, ready to attack.

"You really are stupid," spat Pettigrew, "No wonder I always liked Percy more."

"Yeah, and I always wanted an owl, I guess we can't always get what we want," retorted Ron, "Expelliarmus!"

"Protego!" muttered Pettigrew, "Expulso!"

With a crash, Ron was set flying backwards, smashing through the bedroom window and landing on the car parked in the driveway.

Ron groaned as he rolled off the car, desperately trying to keep himself upright.

"Now give me my master's wand," demanded Peter as he floated himself out of the broken window.

"Okay, okay, I give in," sighed Ron, shoulders slumping as he pulled Voldemort's wand out of his jacket, holding it out for Pettigrew to take.

"Idiot child," mumbled Pettigrew as he reached for the wand.

"Expulso!" exclaimed Ron, hitting Pettigrew square in the chest.

Ron watched on as Pettigrew smashed through the front door of the Dursley's house.

"Phew," muttered Ron, "That was a close one."

"Stupefy."

Ron fell to the ground, Voldemort's wand rolling under the Dursley's car, out of sight.

Afghanistan / 23.02.2010

"It's finished!" grinned Tony, backing away from his workstation.

"Nice," muttered Harry, picking up a silver metal gauntlet, in the palm an even small arc reactor than the one implanted in Tony's chest.

"Try it out," grinned Tony, ever since Harry had been able to use magic again he'd changed dramatic, going from nearly comatose to much more lively, but Tony could still tell was still deep sadness within him.

"Wingardium Leviosa," chanted Harry, aiming the palm of the glove at a mug.

Jerking his hand upwards the mug shot into the air, smashing on impact with the cave ceiling, "Hm, I may need a bit more practice."

"And that glove only has a third of the power my arc reactor has," commented Tony, "Imagine what the suit will be able to do."

"How's that going?" asked Harry, stowing the glove away under his camp bed.

"The wiring in the arms and legs is all done, the outer metal casing for the entire suit, bar the helmet, has been forged," explained Tony, "Another two weeks to build the suit, but I'm nowhere near on the coding."

"I understood, like, twelve percent of that," muttered Harry.

"A month, tops," assured Tony, "Maybe, I hope, you know what, let's call it two."

Harry sighed, slumping down on his camp bed, "Great."

"I swear it get all three of us-" started Tony, stopping once he hear snores, "And you're asleep."

"You need to stop humouring him," spoke Yinsen, looking up from his workstation.

"So you want to sit there and tell me that what he did wasn't magic," argued Tony, "He literally transformed a plate into a bird, do you know how many laws of physics that defies?"

"That's the problem," replied Yinsen calmly, "That range of abilities, this genetic code wouldn't be able to cope, it would unravel."

"That's because he manipulating, this energy force, all around us," argued Tony, "I spent years trying to figure out how the arc reactor worked, now I know!"

Yinsen sighed, "You think you do."

"I'm sorry, what?" questioned Tony.

"He's enhanced, I'm not denying that," responded Yinsen, "But I believe he has illusionary abilities, he makes us think we've seen use magic, he's probably even tricked himself."

"What about the torture?" asked Tony, "Are you saying he imagined that? Being abused as well?"

Yinsen frowned, "Stark, I-"

"That's what I thought," snapped Tony, returning to his workstation, pointedly ignoring Yinsen.

Shuffling slightly in his bed, Harry smiled. For the first time in his life he had someone how really cared about him.

Privet Drive / 29.06.2009

"Wake up!"

Ron rubbed his eyes, "Five more minutes."

"Ron, get up!" exclaimed Hermione, poking him in the ribs.

"Ah!" grunted Rob as he sat bolt upright, suddenly feeling very sore, "What happened?"

"You tell me, I woke up to devastation all around me," explained Hermione, helping Ron to his feet, "You unconscious, Pettigrew gone, Harry gone, his relatives stunned."

"It's fuzzy, I was dueling Pettigrew, I knocked him out I think, then there was another voice," muttered Ron, rubbing his forehead, "The wand!"

Looking around him, Ron dropped onto his front, reaching under the Dursley's car.

"Got it," grunted Ron, standing up, Voldemort's wand in his hand.

"We need to get going if we're going to rescue Harry," instructed Hermione.

"How, we failed, Harry's probably long gone," mumbled Ron, looking downcast.

"Whoever took Harry, left this behind," informed Hermione, holding up a red Zippo lighter, "It was a Portkey, I've managed to trace it's origin coordinates."

"So we can go after them, you are brilliant Hermione," grinned Ron, leaning down and kissing her.

Hermione broke away, "Enough of that, we can focus on that after we rescue Harry."

"Glad to hear," replied Ron, getting a small smile from Hermione.

"It's nearly eight in the evening now, and we got here a bit after one, Harry was probably taken at about half past one," muttered Hermione, mostly to herself, "Six hours should be enough."

Reaching into her purse, Hermione retrieved the time-turner and the gold device, as well as a shimmering cloak Ron quickly recognised as Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Whoever took Harry left his trunk behind," explained Hermione, "I took out the cloak because I thought it would be useful, I shrunk the trunk and put it in my purse."

"Good thinking," beamed Ron as Hermione flung the cloak over them and started on inputting the time and coordinates into the gold device.

"I've come up with the best name for that, I'm thinking, time-turner amplifier," spoke Ron, "No, that's rubbish, how about Chrono Enhancer."

"We're not calling it that," replied Hermione.

Ron grinned, "Yes we ar-"

Gold energy wrapped around Ron and Hermione and they vanished, cutting Ron off.

Once I have to say thank you for the amazing response the last chapter got. I Initially wanted to make this chapter a couple of hundred words longer but it just wouldn't mesh, so it's a little short for my liking.

Edit 20.04.2017 - Fixed spelling mistakes.