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Last Hope	By : ShiSaiyan Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 8935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione looked up in alarm when something crashed into the fireplace behind her. Spinning toward the noise, her mouth fell open in shock and she stared, mesmerized, as four people stepped out of the flames. She reached out and groped, wildly, for Ron and Harry, who were busy pouring over their collections of famous witches and wizards cards. Grasping their arms, she spun them around, to face the newcomers to the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron's mouth fell open and Harry gasped. "Dad?" he whispered, as the smoke cleared and a tall man with untidy black hair and glasses who looked remarkably like Harry appeared. The man gave a funny half-smile and shook his head and then they saw the scar on his forehead, a thin line in the shape of a lightening bolt. Harry gaped. "You're—me!" he said. The man nodded. "I am. I believe you know Ron, Hermione and Draco," he said, waving a hand at the three people behind him. "I need to sit down," Hermione said, faintly.

Safely seated in an overstuffed armchair, Hermione stared in wide-eyed wonder as an older version of herself studied her, intently. "Uh, pardon, but who- I mean- when- how-" Harry stuttered. Elder Harry gave a lopsided grin. "I'll be happy to explain. If you'll all sit, please." Ron and Harry sat on either side of their Hermione and stared, waiting. Elder Harry looked at elder Hermione and nodded and she began"

At the end of Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione's fifth year at Hogwarts, Voldemort rose to complete and total power within the wizarding world and quickly set about taking over the muggle world as well. A final conflict with Professor Dumbledore and the students of Hogwarts had decided that outcome. If things had gone differently, Voldemort's plan would have failed and he would have been destroyed, once and for all. A simple mistake, a miscalculation, an instant of bad judgment. Something so small it would normally have been deemed insignificant was all that had weighed the final decision. In the end, Voldemort had won. Dumbledore and the Hogwarts students were defeated that day and Hogwarts was destroyed. In his last days, Dumbledore had figured out a spell that would send the four remaining fighters for their cause back in time, to help their younger selves stop Voldemort's ascension to power. Whatever they managed to do there would not fix the world they had come from. That future, that timeline, was already decided, already created and nothing could change it. The two timelines ran parallel to each other in the endless mists and mysteries of space and time. Though they could never save their own timeline, they could, perhaps stop the same from happening in this time. Thus, they had used the spell Dumbledore had given them and sent themselves back in time, to when they were only 15, just starting their fifth year at Hogwarts and Voldemort had yet to make his move.

Hermione blinked and stared at the older version of herself. "So, you're us, from an alternate future?" Elder Hermione nodded. "From a horrible future. One we must stop from happening here, at all costs." Elder Ron reached out and grasped her hand, pulling her close and sliding an arm around her shoulders. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, wearily. Ron and Hermione looked at their future selves, then at each other, in alarm. Harry pretended not to notice. He was looking at elder Draco, intently. "What about you? You're a Slytherin. Your father is at Voldemort's right hand," he said, his green eyes narrowed. Draco bowed his head in acknowledgement. "That's true. In my fifth year, my father gave me the choice to become a full-fledged Death Eater and serve the Dark Lord at his side. I declined and, well, lets just say my punishment wasn't pleasant. You lot saved my life that year and ever since then we've been side-by-side," Draco said, with a grin. Harry fought down a shiver. Seeing a smile on Malfoy's face that held no malice was just plain creepy. Admittedly, this was an older, mature Malfoy. They were all different, he observed, glancing at each of them in turn.

He was tall and, while a little on the thin side, he was still broader in the shoulder and chest than his father had been. He was pleased to see that there was definition to his muscles, even through the thin t-shirt he wore.

Ron was tall and lanky and looked a lot like his older brother, Bill. His carrot red hair had darkened and grown out past his shoulders and his freckles had faded. The scar on the left side of his face made him look tougher, more serious. His blue eyes were jaded and seemed to liven up only when he looked at elder Hermione, who was nestled quite comfortably against him.

Hermione, of course, had grown into a beautiful woman, all soft curves and graceful movements. Her hair was braided into lots of little braids and pulled back, out of her face and her brown eyes were sad and a little scary to look upon. She seemed to draw strength from elder Ron's nearness, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. Looking at the two of them, Harry couldn't help but wonder if he had ever had anyone special like that in the future.

Finally, his gaze drifted to Draco. His hair, that strange, silver blond color, had always been a little long, but now hung halfway down bac back, held behind his head in a loose ponytail and falling into his eyes in the front. A thin scar marred his right cheekbone, and Harry wondered if that had been part of his punishment for rejecting Voldemort. There was no malice in those mercurial silver eyes, only a tired acceptance and a look that said he'd seen it all and it wasn't good. All four of them were dressed in what remained of jeans and boots that Harry recognized as being made of dragon hide. Threadbare t-shirts stretched across Harry, Ron and Draco's chests, while Hermione wore an old, tattered sweater. Their faces were smudged with soot from their travel through the flames and under the blackness there was dirt, from rough living.

After a long uncomfortable silence, the younger Hermione cleared her throat. "Well, then. I think we all know what we should do first." She glanced at elder Hermione and both of them grinned and spoke as one, "Dumbledore."
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