Chapter 1

A Chapter by AgentDolly

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Time Travel & I Don’t Work: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Hey peeps……I decided to start a Harry Potter Time Travel fanfic…..

Hope you guys like it……read and review.

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I’m not gonna continue this until I get at least THREE reviews besides my own.

Ah…memories….

I’m reconstructing the whole story! So here’s chapter 1. :D

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To all my new readers, this is slightly AU as fifth year seems to also include some sixth year themes.

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Harry, Hermione, and Ron, or the ‘Golden Trio’ were currently squished underneath an invisibility cloak, trudging down the hallway and trying not to make noises.

“How much longer?” Ron whispered impatiently. He was in between them, and was sort of squatting, seeing as he was the tallest of them two. So this made him really uncomfortable...and he needed to stretch out his tall legs sometime soon.

“Almost there,” Hermione muttered, and then slightly opened up the cloak and checked to see if Filch was around.

Luckily for them, he wasn’t. Pulling of their cloak, they walked past exactly three times the Room of Requirement and then opened the door there.

Harry ran into the room and then popped onto the couch, sighing slightly. For him, it had been such a tiring day…Quidditch practice was exhausting, but that wasn’t only the reason- he was so frustrated with Malfoy. He thought there was something- something that Malfoy had going on with him. He looked different and had somewhat started to act different as well, more attentive and upset.

“Finally,” Ron exclaimed, plopping down next to Harry. “It was hard to walk hunched up under that cloak.” He stretched out his legs, sighing in relief. He turned to look at Harry, who seemed to be very thoughtful about something. He glanced at Harry, and immediately knew what he was thinking about.

“Harry, quit thinking about Malfoy again…Just enjoy time with your buddies already,” Ron said impatiently.

“Yeah,” Hermione agreed. “You know, Harry, maybe we should forget about this Malfoy business.” I think you’ve been too obsessed with it.” Hermione knew Harry’s suspicions- she were just too skeptical to believe it. Although Harry had heard Snape, she trusted Dumbledore to trust Snape. Since when did Dumbledore say anything wrong?

“No,” Harry replied defiantly. “Draco’s up to something. I just know it.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything more. She knew it would be a waste of time.

“Harry….I honestly think you should relax for a while. Take a break and go take your mind off things. You’ve been fighting the Dark Lord since forever when, and it’s been really bugging you.” Ron said genuinely. He had always been worried for his best friend, but now, Harry seemed even more distant.

“For once, I actually agree with Ron,” Hermione said. Harry looked over at her in surprise, curious to what she had to say. “Look, we’ve been fighting with Voldemort for over 4 years. First year over the stone, second with his horcrux, third with his ‘accomplice’, fourth with the ‘fake’….and fifth…..” she paused, awkward and embarrassed.

“Ok….so what do want to do for fun then?” Harry asked, ignoring the last thing Hermione said. Even though it was hard to talk about Sirius, he had made some way to recovery. (same here D: )

Hermione hesitated, which is something Hermione almost never did. “Do you want to travel back in time?”

Ron and Harry blinked, grinning. “Seriously? You had to make a joke about this?” Ron asked, laughing.

“No, I’m serious,” Hermione protested, pulling out a book from her backpack. “I got this from the restricted section in the library. It was in a very dark corner, and it took me forever to pry….If you want, you can read it.”

Harry shrugged, reading the page Hermione flipped to. The book itself was very yellow, but it was still together thanks to magic.

“Time travel is one of the most complex branches of Magic. Although extremely rare and unknown to most, time travel is indeed something wizards can do. Although common in ancient history, the books to make this potion (that one that lets you time travel) have been banned since the 1700s.” Harry blinked in surprise, and looked at the potion below.

“How does it know about the burning books thing?” Ron asked curiously. It didn’t make sense at all. How would this book be able to record this?

“Back then, they used magically updated books.” Hermione explained.

“But because of the Dragon Blood law, we are only allowed to have a certain amount of Dragon Blood. It’s really rare and they don’t want us killing off all the dragons.”

“Oh,” Ron shrugged, “So are we gonna use Myrtle as a base like second year?” Harry cringed just thinking about her. She was probably looked for another visit soon- and to be honest, he couldn’t stand her.

“Nah, we’re better off with her anyway. I hate her guts.” Hermione grinned, then pulled out a potion from the side pocket of her backpack. Ron and Harry just stared, looking at it in shock.

Ron being, Ron, just said, “Well…that was fast.” He looked disbelievingly at the potion.

“Woah…you already made it?” Harry asked in surprise, eyes widened. Hermione was holding up a purple potion in a jar. “This is just so….shocking. You surely don’t seem the type to break the rules.”

“Where did our Hermione go?” Ron asked jokingly. “Didn’t take her to break the rules…”

“Hehe….thanks….Look, all we gotta do is take a little sip and then continue saying, or repeating the year and time while saying it.” Hermione explained. “And we need to ask permission, of course,” she added thoughtfully. “Wouldn’t want Dumbledore have us think we got kidnapped.”

“There’s our Hermione,” Ron wrapped an arm around Hermione jokingly. Surprisingly, Hermione blushed, grinning. Ron’s ears turned red and his face became slightly crimson.

“Oh, they should get together already,” Harry thought, grinning as we watched the embarrassed two. He sweat dropped as he watched them turn to face him, pink. He hadn’t realized he said anything outloud. “I didn’t say anything,” he said, whistling.

“OK THEN…” Ron changed the subject quickly. “So….should we pack and then leave next week or something? We need to have a plan, I mean, we can’t just wander around clueless…”

“You’re right for once, Ron,” Hermione agreed. “We can’t just make up things as we go….who knows what you would say?”

“Hey! Stop lowering my ego!” Ron said, holding his hand to his chest, mock-offended. Harry laughed in amusement, and Ron and Hermione joined in. The trio hadn’t laughed in a while with everything serious.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione continued, “So when are you going to ask Dumbledore for permission?” she wondered. “Now, tomorrow, or what?”

“And I would say now,” startled, the trio jumped but turned around and looked to see their favorite- Dumbledore.

“Professor? How did you get here?” Harry asked, standing up from his seat. Hermione and Ron stood up as well and another chair appeared with a pop.

“Sit down and let me explain,” Dumbledore chuckled in amusement as they sat down looking very flustered. He then took his seat as well. “I felt the sudden urge to walk here when I saw the door, so I think the Room of Requirements has called upon me. It’s useful, isn’t it?” he asked, he’s eyes twinkling merrily in amusement.

“That’s nice, professor.” Ron began awkwardly. “So…uh…can we go back in time?”

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron’s bluntness, while Harry and the Professor merely smiled. Again, Ron was just being Ron. :D

"Certainly," Dumbledore agreed. "But you will be leaving as soon as possible, which will be tomorrow. Err…..certain circumstances will don't let us leave anytime soon afterward."

The trio understood that Dumbledore was referencing to Umbridge. (Grrr that toad D: …. Like I mentioned before, this is slightly au so this happens all in their sixth year, not fifth.)

Sighing, Dumbledore stood up and smiled, somewhat sadly. "I expect to see you tomorrow at 4 o'clock sharp." He opened the door and walked out of the room.

Harry sighed as well. "We better get going," the other two nodded as they trudged towards the hallway.

THE END. LOVE YOU ALL.