Hermione and Theo gaped at the cords fading away. The pink cord that was attached to Theo pulsed and faded to a very dull pink. The bright yellow cord that they assumed connected to George, seemed to be dulling by the second. All of a sudden, Dottie popped in, holding George up.
"They're attacking," he gasped. "All the safehouses. They're all gone…" he collapsed to the ground, holding his bleeding leg. "They're coming here next…Thorfinn…torturing…" Hermione was holding his hand, weeping. She knew he was beyond her skill, Theo was on his knees on his other side watching George with a look of shock. "He.. he wouldn't.. He wasn't… Theo," George said strongly, "he wasn't going to give you up. You two, need to go. I'll hold them off until you can get out. Go!"
They heard apparition outside in the hall just as the pink cord faded from Theo. Theo ended the spell and grabbed Hermione's hand. "Mia, we have to go. NOW!"
They ran toward the room they had prepared the ritual in and making sure everything was set up, Hermione stood on her rune, Theo on his, and on Draco's rune sat the small vial he'd collected. They began to chant:
Move nos in praeteritum. Iter figere quod volumus. Mutare res ut visum est. (Move us into our past. A journey to fix what we will. To change things as we see fit. )
They watched as their magics began to swirl together. Herminone's light blue with Theo's dark purple, and a curious light gold, almost white coming from the vial that held Draco's blood.
As they watched the world spin out of control, they saw both Thorfinn and George dragged into the room at wand point. . "Save him," mouthed Fred. And then the world went dark.
End of Part 1
Okay! Part one is done and now we jump back in time! What did you think!?
I think I'm going to take a couple of weeks to edit Part 2, which is written, but I need to write the last chapter. Let me know what you think! I'll see you (on this fic) sometime in September!