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Somewhere in Time	By : serpentinred Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 64471 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 2

"Harry, let's just go back. There's no point following him," Hermione hissed, quickening her footsteps to keep up with him.

"Hermione, the last time someone told me that was when I was following the same exact person to the same exact place...and you know what happened," Harry whispered back, his steps unfaltering as he trudged across the street.

She grimaced, understanding that he was talking about the death of Dumbledore.

The threatening feeling of Knockturn Alley was greatly diminished when its buildings were buried under inches of snowfall. In fact, it looked more like a picture on a Muggle postcard. Similar to Diagon Alley, the rooftops had layers of snow and ice on top of them. Cracks and bumps on the roads were covered by ankle-deep snow while sharp icicles hung from the corners of the roofs. Windows that usually displayed gruesome products were obscured by the flurries that were increasing in intensity by the minute.

"That was because Voldemort was still around at that time," Hermione argued heatedly.

"I just have to make sure," Harry answered.

"I think you're being paranoid," she sniffed.

"Better safe than sorry." Harry grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes but followed the young man anyway.

She had thought that the rivalry between Harry and Draco would have dwindled a bit after the battle at Hogwarts, but apparently, some things did not change easily.

They came to a stop a couple of stores away from Draco, who was standing in front of Borgin and Burkes. The shop seemed to be closed at the moment, which caused an expression of annoyance to appear on the Slytherin's face.

Nevertheless, they were still a bit too far away to tell what was happening inside the store.

"Do you have your invisibility cloak with you?" Ginny whispered.

Harry nodded with a smile.

"Do you bring it with you everywhere?" Hermione questioned, very much annoyed.

"You never know when you might need it," he answered.

"Don't tell me that you've also brought the Marauder's Map with you," she said sarcastically, tapping her foot on the ground.

"Good idea! I'll remember that for next time." Harry grinned mischievously.

Hermione glared at him before sighing and shaking her head in defeat. She watched him pull out a silvery material from under his cloak and threw it over the three of them.

"When he goes in, we'll slip in behind him," Harry instructed in a low voice after they were all securely under the invisibility cloak.

They watched Draco take out a gold pocket watch and look at it.

"There are three of us," Hermione pointed out impatiently. "Pray tell how we are going to do this without any disturbance."

"Well, we'll just make it seem like the winds are a bit too strong," Harry explained. "Make sure to step where he steps though, or else we might be caught by the snow on the floor. If the door closes before you can slip through, just wait outside."

Hermione looked at him, thoroughly disgruntled as she crossed her arms across her chest. Nonetheless, she managed to control herself from making any comments.

The three of them moved closer to Draco, monitoring the blond as well as any movements within the store. They waited nearly ten minutes before someone opened the door from inside.

"Mr. Malfoy, I am pleased to see you," Borgin greeted with an oily grin before opening the door wider for Draco to enter.

The three of them quickly entered the store with him and miraculously, they did so without alarming either one of them.

The store was as gloomy as Harry remembered, although there were some changes in the objects that were being displayed. He certainly did not remember the chandelier of skulls that sat in one of the corners or the random colorful jars around the store. Light scratching noises could be heard from the jars and he could have sworn that he heard a sigh and a light laugh coming from somewhere. Before he could find the source of those peculiar noises, however, he was distracted by the interactions between Borgin and Draco.

"I trust that you have received my letter," Draco said haughtily as he walked up to the counter.

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy. It is always our greatest pleasure to serve you and your family. The item you have requested is very rare and quite valuable, so as you can imagine, we've had to look across the continent and beyond—" Borgin said before he was cut off by a wave of Draco's hand.

"Did you find it?" the blond asked.

A flash of annoyance appeared in Borgin's eyes before he remembered himself, oily smile slipping back into place. "Of course, Mr. Malfoy, but it was rather difficult and expensive—"

Draco nodded with an annoyed and bored look. "I know that already. Just tell me how much it costs," he drawled as he reached into his cloak for the money.

"I will have to give some form of payment to the person who found it for me," Borgin started to say.

"The price?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"It's going to cost you around five hundred Galleons," Borgin finally said, which caused Draco to gawk at him.

"What?"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. It does cost quite a fortune, but it was hard to find and it is the only one that has been found within the last millennium," Borgin went on.

Harry, Hermione, and Ginny shared a look with one another while he and Draco bartered. What on earth could cost five hundred Galleons?

They finally settled at four hundred Galleons, and Borgin went to the back of the store to retrieve the item. The old man's smile was very similar to that of a cat that had caught a fish.

"What do you think it is?" Harry whispered.

"It could be a number of things but I'm not really sure," Hermione whispered back.

"Who's there?" Draco called out, looking in their direction.

Hermione immediately clapped her hands over her mouth while Harry looked up alertly. Ginny looked at the other two nervously as Draco started to move towards where they were standing. Harry pointed to the side and they quietly slipped over to the right.

Unfortunately, in the process of doing so, they tripped over one another and knocked over one of the colorful jars in the room, shattering it.

Draco looked at the sight in front of him, dumbfounded. The yellowish liquid previously within the jar immediately spread across the floor, trickling into the cracks in the floor and underneath their shoes.

"Oops," Ginny murmured as she stared at the mess they had caused.

"Potter," Draco acknowledged his archenemy, after he regained his composure, "what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Harry shot back.

"It was obviously something that doesn't concern you," Draco said. He narrowed his eyes at them before his eyes landed on the invisibility cloak that was in Harry's hands now. "You were following me, weren't you?"

"Why would we be following you?" Harry asked as Ginny's face turned as red as her hair.

A sharp crack of icicles breaking off the roof and clattering to the ground momentarily drew their attention to the window. The storm was picking up momentum. Windows rattled noisily in their frames as the strengthening winds buffeted the store. The decrepit building moaned and creaked under the force of the gale, causing the four young adults to wonder if the store was about to collapse. A cold draft forced its way through cracks in the structure and under the quartet's clothing, sending shivers to crawl down their spines.

"If you weren't following me, why would you have that invisibility cloak of yours?" Draco questioned, glaring at the three Gryffindors standing in front of him.

"It's my cloak; I can wear it anytime I want," Harry said. "And if you weren't doing something suspicious, why would you be concerned about someone following you?"

"I am irritated because the Boy Who Lived To Annoy Others doesn't know the meaning of 'respect' or 'privacy'!" Draco snarled.

"I would've respected a person's privacy if that person wasn't lurking around dodgy places like Knockturn Alley!" Harry retorted.

"Perhaps you should learn to keep out of other people's business and earn more money to support your girlfriend's family. From the look of it, she's going to be giving birth to more children than you can afford," Draco said scathingly.

"The more the better. At least she would help bring decent people to the world instead of filling up Azkaban with Death Eaters or people who believe in the pure-blood nonsense," Harry snapped.

Draco immediately whipped out his wand.

"Keep your mouth shut about my father, Potter," he said, knowing who Harry was referring to, "or I will curse your arse off, life debt or not."

"Be my guest, Malfoy. I would like to see the likes of you try and hex me," Harry replied as he, too, pulled out his wand.

"Expelliarmus," Draco threw at Harry.

The latter dodged to the side and the spell hit another jar, blasting it into pieces and releasing the whitish-grey liquid. It joined the pool of yellow on the floor. The two different liquids mixed with one another unusually fast, resulting in a light purple color.

"Stupefy," Harry cursed right back.

Draco, too, dodged the spell and the spell hit another jar that was against the wall, cracking it in the middle and allowing the substance inside to dribble down to the floor.

"Harry, no!" hissed Hermione, all the while glancing at the direction where Borgin might appear any second.

However, Harry was not hearing what she was saying; his concentration was firmly on his archenemy from school as their spells and curses progressively became more aggressive and harmful.

If Ginny and Hermione had not been concentrating on the ongoing duel between the two wizards, they might have noticed the liquid on the floor rapidly turned into a orangey-red color when the contents mixed with one another. Nevertheless, the details went unnoticed as the two witches, with worried expressions etched on their faces, watched the dueling young men.

The two young men continued to throw spells at one another while objects were destroyed by curses that failed to hit their targets. The commotion finally caused Borgin to rush out.

"Stop, stop! What are you two doing to my store!" he yelled, fury written all over his face.

The two rivals stopped their hexing but glowered at one another, panting while Borgin ranted about the four of them causing havoc. Nobody noticed the liquid on the floor casting an eerie light that alternated between yellow, blue, and green, or the soft murmur that came from outside of the store.

"Now clean up the mess while I calculate the damages! Oh, you four are going to pay. Destroying my property and acting like immature children …"

He then left the four of them to clean up the room while he went to the back room to look up the costs for the items destroyed.

Despite the anger, the four of them could not help but feel that the man was also quite pleased with a chance to charge them more than the legitimate price and make an undeserved profit.

Hermione opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, debating if she should go with the "I told you so" rant brewing up in her mind.

"Are you two going to keep looking at each other or are you going to help? Ginny and I are not responsible for the mess. If you're going to make us clean up everything, I will have to hex the both of you," she finally settled on as she pulled out her wand.

"Do you hear that?" Ginny suddenly frowned.

"What?" Hermione asked, turning her head to look at her. Harry and Draco lowered their wands and looked at the redhead as well.

"You don't hear it?" Ginny questioned. The other three tried to listen to what she had heard.

"—uit sali tentu vanis palagu—"

The four of them simultaneously looked for the source of the voice and found that it was coming from the window of the store. By this time, the snowflakes had changed to miniature meteors of ice. It pelted against the window, making the sounds of beads being dropped on the floor. The snow obscured any objects that stood outside of the store – all they saw was white.

The liquid on the floor started to change colors at a faster speed as the chanting quickened.

"What – what's happening?" Harry questioned, staring nervously at the liquid on the floor.

"Let's get out of here," Hermione suggested shakily.

She tried to move towards the backroom where Borgin was, but was horrified to find that she could not move her feet. They seemed to be held in place by the mixture on the floor.

"I can't move," Draco whispered hoarsely.

"Borgin!" Harry roared. By this time, the contents had altered into a faint shade of pink and was glowing slightly.

"—nes jaku pituva shun tupala—"

"Borgin!" Draco bellowed. Suddenly, all four of them crashed to the floor, as if gravity itself had suddenly increased tenfold.

"What's happening?" Ginny asked weakly.

The fluid turned to a sinister red. All the while, the chanting had not ceased. Ginny looked at Harry and reached out to him. He took her hand and squeezed it lightly as if telling her not to worry.

A blinding white light filled the room when the chanting stopped. When the glow disappeared, the contents and the four people previously in the room were no longer there.

They were not there to witness the storm, as it raged on. They were not there to hear the muffled laughter that penetrated the windows of Borgin and Burkes.

They were not there to see a figure clad in black disappear into the curtains of snow.

~-0-~

October, 1944.

A frown appeared on Dumbledore's face. He believed in their story, but there were still many unanswered questions.

"Would you happen to have any ideas about the identity of the person who might have sent you to this time period?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head. "Voldemort—"

Draco noticeably winced.

"—had been vanquished by Harry already … in our time, that is," Hermione continued, "and most of the Death Eaters who were obsessive about him had been thrown into Azkaban already. I don't know who would have done this."

"Voldemort? Death Eaters?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Tom Riddle, sir. Tom Riddle and his followers," Harry answered quickly.

"Tom Riddle?" Draco squeaked from the side.

Harry suppressed a laugh when he heard Draco's yelp. Attempting to keep a straight face, he simply nodded.

"You mean that that—that bloke that we—we saw before—that we fell on top of—will be the future Dark Lord?"

"Yes, Malfoy," Hermione answered, throwing a glare at him to stop talking. Unfortunately, the news was a bit of a shock for the Slytherin.

"No—no—wait, no—he—he looked normal! You're—you're kidding, no. He's not—he can't be the Dark Lord." Draco shook his head.

"Unfortunately, he is," Harry sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Draco looked as if he were about to have a heart attack.

"No … no … you're kidding … So someone threw us back in time so we could witness how the Dark Lord became the Dark Lord? And we fell on top of the Dark Lord?" he screeched.

It appeared that the previous (or in this case, future) events with Voldemort had left wounds in his brain. The other four people in the room looked at him as he went into panic.

"Do you know what the liquid on the floor might have been?" Dumbledore asked after a while.

The four of them had mutually agreed that trying to calm Draco down would be a lost cause.

"No, sir," Hermione answered with a shake of her head.

A small frown appeared on Dumbledore's forehead as he looked outside one of the windows above his bookshelves. After a couple of minutes, he turned back to the four young adults in front of him. All four of them were looking at him hopefully.

"It will be quite difficult to send you back to your time," he said gently.

His words somehow worked their way into Draco's frenzied mind, and his mouth dropped open while a look of panic appeared on Hermione's face.

Something that even Dumbledore could not solve?

"But sir—" Hermione bit her lower lip, not knowing what to say.

Dumbledore looked at the four of them for another few minutes before he opened his mouth again.

"I would suggest that the four of you continue to stay here while I research into what method of time travel could've been used on you," he recommended. "I would also suggest that the four of you stay right here in Hogwarts. I suppose you are Hogwarts students?"

"We were supposed to be, but during our last year we sort of went on a mission that you handed to us—well, to Harry, actually," Hermione explained.

Dumbledore nodded. "I see. Speak no more, my dear. I do not wish to change the future that you know," he said. "I would, however, request that the four of you consider finishing your last year here."

At the prospect of repeating a school year, Draco opened his mouth to protest, but the other four people in the room simply ignored him.

"Yes, Professor," Hermione answered excitedly.

Harry almost rolled his eyes at her outward display of joy at hearing the words "schoolwork" and "homework."

"I will have someone send you your books and other things you will need. What Houses were you in?"

"We were Gryffindors," Hermione replied. She then gestured at Draco. "He was in Slytherin."

"I will have things sent up to your rooms then," Dumbledore said. "I trust you remember where your dormitories are?"

"Yes, Professor," the three of them chorused.

Dumbledore turned his gaze on Draco, who was glaring furiously at them. "Mr. Malfoy, I understand that you've had some conflict with Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, and Miss Weasley. I must, however, advise you to refrain from it while you are here, since it would complicate things and perhaps put you in danger. You might not want to repeat a school year or continue your education here, but seeing that we currently do not have a way to send you back home, I suggest that you stay here as a seventh year."

A look of internal struggling appeared on Draco's face, as if he were trying to decide whether to start yelling at all of them or to go along with what they suggested. In the end, he grudgingly answered, "Yes, Professor."

"I believe that a change of names will be necessary since Weasley, Potter, and Malfoy are prominent names in the Wizarding World," Dumbledore said, clapping his hands together.

Harry and Ginny looked at one another as Draco glared at the wall, still irritated by the whole situation.

"I could be Weatherby," Ginny spoke up as the corners of her lips twitched.

"I'll be Evans then," Harry decided.

Dumbledore looked at Draco. The latter sighed.

"Malloy," he replied grumpily.

"I will have to ask you to come to this room again tomorrow morning at seven since I will need to administer tests to see what classes to put you in," Dumbledore said. The four of them nodded. "Very well then. You may return to your dorms."

~-0-~

A/N: Many thanks to my betas, Lildaani, Noybate, Hajnalmadar, and matterhorn, and my reviewer, Nerys!
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