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The Paths We Take	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18436 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 9- Unexpected Visitor
Thursday, May 6^th, 1999
Elizabeth Granger sat in a chair in the grand Library and watched in annoyance as Narcissa Malfoy and Molly Weasley finally released their pent-up rage. Harry’s health was slowly returning to normal and he had been resting in the guest bedroom for just under an hour as Madam Pomfrey watched over him like a hawk and kept a close eye on his vitals. However, when the muggle mother had suggested the two impressive witches figure out their differences in a separate room before the Golden Boy awoke in the tub, she didn’t mean in the way the two were now screaming at each other as if they were uncivilized children.
She thought sitting them down with other people in the room to bear witness and not interject, that the women would speak like adults who had kids. Unfortunately, her idea that a calm and collective discussion to help them get over their past hatred for each other, was a complete failure and she rested her chin in her hand as she sat at the desk and tapped her fingers across her cheek.
“Oh, piss off you bloody Ginger! You have no idea the lengths I had to go through to get to where my family is now!” Narcissa spat with sheer venom riddling her voice.
“You mean siding with that horrid snake man and teaching your son to hate anyone considered lesser than himself!” Molly retorted while slicing a hand through the air.
“Please!” the Slytherin scoffed. “Like your family is any better! You keep popping out kids left and right, it’s no wonder they act up and you can barely afford to dress them properly! Also, I would just like to point out that you are just as prejudice as I used to be! You never once bothered to try and speak to me or my family, without passing judgment first!”
“Well at least I don’t go bloody rubbing it in people’s faces that I’m pure-blooded! We have embraced muggle-borns since the beginning, unlike you!”
“You don’t really have a choice since you’ve been shunned from the community! Then again, it’s clear your family still keeps to the old ways” Narcissa ticked while crossing her arms as Molly’s face reddened.
“And just what the hell is that supposed to mean, Narcissa?” the redhead asked spitefully.
“You may ‘embrace’ muggle-borns, Molly, but you sure as hell don’t accept squibs! I mean, don’t you have a second cousin that’s an accountant or stockbroker or whatever, living in the muggle world?” she grinned wickedly as everyone in the room eyes widened and looked to the redhead in surprise. Even Ron, who had apparently told Harry first year, was surprised because he never once assumed his family practiced that horrid belief and just thought his mother’s cousin preferred to not use magic. “The only reason a wizarding family would have a member in the muggle world, is if they kept with the tradition of ridding the non-magical person from-”
“You shut your mouth, right now! You have no idea what you’re talking about!” Molly cut in while waving a finger in front of her face. “You do not want to go down that road Ms. ‘I’m only changing because my side lost’! Or are you forgetting we won the war!”
“It was won because I lied about Potter dying in the Forbidden Forest!” Narcissa spat while unfolding her arms and stepping forward. “It was won because my son lied about knowing your precious savor when he and his friends were captured by snatchers!” Molly opened her mouth to retort, but the Slytherin Queen was not finished just yet and continued to close the gap between her and the elder Weasley. “It was won because my family wanted no part in the murders and the violence that lunatic was about, and defected so that people like Hermione Granger, could live out their lives free of hate! But instead of getting a thank you or a simple nod for doing what no other person in our position would have normally done, Draco and I get treated like we never helped! Like we never put our lives at risk as well to make sure that bastard was defeated! Like my son wasn’t tortured and cursed for hours after protecting your little Princess when my sister put her hands on her! You don’t get to verbally harass me and tell me who I care and don’t care for! You don’t get to attack me when clearly you don’t know the whole story because it’s obvious to everyone in this damn room, that you only care about trying to belittle me!”
No one spoke as Narcissa breathed heavily and tears pleaded to fall from her piercing blue eyes, but she held them back as she stared hard at the red-headed witch standing in front of her, who was completely at a loss for words.
“This…this is what you all do when someone you apparently care about is fighting for their life?” Harry asked while Madam Pomfrey helped steady him as he stood on in the doorway of the library, forcing everyone to look at him in shock. “This is what you both think, will help me?”
“Harry-” Molly began in a soft motherly tone.
However, the Gryffindor was not having it as his brows narrowed and he removed his hold from the Matron before stepping forward. Though Pomfrey was right on his heels in case he grew too weak to walk.
“How many times does this have to happen?” he questioned while his eyes flickered back and forth between the two women. “Tell me. How many times this incessant childish behavior must happen before you two, stop glaring at each other during meals, making everyone around you uncomfortable? How many? Two? Six? A hundred?” he lowered his head as he chuckled before raising his framed eyes back to the mothers before him. “I mean I guess it doesn’t really matter the number does it? We can just continue letting you rip each other apart until you have finally gotten all the bullshite out of your system and we can get back to what’s more important.
“Cause in case neither of you have realized, not everything is about you! We have four people lost in time and I almost died trying to find them but of course, have at it” he waved his hand as he moved to sit in an empty chair next to Elizabeth. “I’m sure everyone would love to hear more about how you both despise each other instead of trying to find a way to help those who are facing much worse than any of us could imagine. Please, keep going. But do start over because apparently I missed the part where Mrs. Malfoy was about to explain how Draco protected Hermione when Bellatrix was torturing her…”
Harry looked around the room at the faces too ashamed with themselves for allowing the argument to get as far as it did before he focused back on Molly and Narcissa.
“No?” he asked while resting his right arm on the desk and leaned back in the chair. “No one wants to talk about that now that we are all officially present. Okay, so then let’s talk about how Hermione, Ginny, Blaise and Draco, were outright thrown back to the dinosaur era. O-or that when I did finally find them, five periods later which I will circle back to, they almost died after being swallowed whole by an ash cloud due to a massive erupting volcano, that I had the pleasure of experience firsthand.”
“Y-you were in the ash cloud?” Molly questioned with surprise.
“Oh, now you want to talk about what I went through?” Harry ruthlessly retorted as his anger from the fight he had witnessed continued to boil over. “You two are officially done with your foolish bickering?”
“Now come on Harry” Ron interjected. “That’s not fair and you know it.”
“You want to know what’s not fair, Ronald?” the raven-haired wizard bit out while sitting up straight and clenching his right hand. “Fighting through a war that should have stopped all this nonsense! Losing my childhood because someone thought it was a good idea to rid the world of muggle-borns and try to kill me for years in the process! What’s not fair is that four of our classmates are unwillingly stuck in the damn past and we can’t bring them home! And yet two grown adults think it’s okay to argue about shite that shouldn’t even fucking matter anymore, while I was down the hall fighting just to survive!” he yelled while slamming his fist on the table, making everyone flinch at the resounding noise.
“Alright,” McGonagall cut in with a deep sigh, “I think we all need to take a step back and calm down before this gets out of hand.”
“It’s not already out of hand, Professor?” Harry snapped, not caring that he was speaking directly to the Headmistress who could easily shut him up with just a flick of her wrist. However, the Professor understood that the Gryffindor needed to blow off some steam and she didn’t blame him in the slightest for feeling the way that he did. Though she wished he would take a breath and relax after just waking up from a horrific ordeal. “Because the way I see it, no one else in this room is willing to step up and act like, how did you put it Mrs. Weasley…oh, ‘grown adults capable of decent behavior’!”
“I agree that you should be upset, Potter” Theo intervened as he backed off the table he was leaning against and uncrossed his arms to place his hands in his pockets. “And don’t get me wrong, I am all for hearing you scold adults because well, it’s bloody wicked, but we can’t understand what you went through, if you don’t tell us.”
As Harry glanced at Theo and exhaled a deep breath, the fireplace in the Library roared to life, and everyone looked to the hearth with curiosity. As the green fire died down, Bethany Woodrow could be seen dusting the specks of ash off of her pristine bright yellow dress before stepping out.
“Good evening everyone! I know I’m early, but this couldn’t wait” the former Hufflepuff stated with a pleasant smile, which half the room wished to wipe off her face that very moment. “I hope you don’t mind Mrs. Malfoy, but I brought someone who I think can help.”
Stepping off to her left, Bethany’s’ cheerful smile grew as the crowd in front of her raised a brow, confused about who she could be referring to. It wasn’t until the witch was completely out of the way, that a tall man with short bright blonde hair, emerged from the shadows of the fireplace with a devilish smirk plastered on his smug face.
“Hello…friends” the man spoke with a deep sinister voice, causing most in the room to narrow their brows in animosity as their jaws dropped in shock. “So, good…to see you all again.”
Spring of 1622
“Merlin’s fucking beard!” Blaise yelled as he sat up from the hard-grassy ground and cracked his back to rid the pain he was feeling. “Why the bloody he…ll…” he stopped as he looked around and noticed no one had landed with him. “Guys?” he quickly stood up and brushed the dirt off of his transfigured pajama pants and white shirt before beginning to panic. “Fuck! DRACO!” he screamed out, hoping someone would hear him. Thankfully it only took a few moments until the sound of his best friends’ voice quietly echoed from afar. Breathing a sigh of relief, Blaise began walking up a large hill where he could hear Draco calling for everyone in their group and realizing as he reached the top, that the blonde was just as alone as he had been. “Thank Salazar! Draco, where are the girls?” the Italian inquired as he stopped just short of Slytherin Prince.
“I have no idea!” Draco answered as he glanced around while running his fingers through his disheveled hair. “I have no fucking clue as to why that stupid necklace can’t just keep us fucking together! Is it too much to ask that it tells us it’s going to jump us before just ripping us from our beds! How many times do we have to go through this? I mean come on! We said it, didn’t we? We all thought it as well! But nooo, that thing is just fucking with us and knows we didn’t want to be jumped while we were fucking sleeping!”
“You sound like Red” Blaise stated before pinching his lips together in an effort to hold back his smile.
“Who sounds like me?” Ginny asked as her upper body appeared over the hill behind the boys.
“Ah, there’s one!” Draco claimed with an outstretched hand before rolling his eyes and looking around. “Now where’s the bloody other one?”
“I’m right here, calm down!” Hermione declared as she walked up the mound to the right of where Draco had landed.
“Well forgive me, my dear Princess, I’m a little cranky from being suddenly awoken and thrusted through a nauseating vortex just to land hard on the ground again, but this time alone!”
“You don’t need to snap at me!” the bookworm retorted while brushing her unruly hair out of her face before giving up and just tying it back into messy bun with a conjured ribbon.
Draco scoffed as he once again rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He knew he was supposed to try and show the Golden Girl he was worthy enough to be with her, but the sudden unexpected jump had irritated him enough to want to punch something. However, knowing he couldn’t, he had to release his anger through words instead and Hermione just happened to be able to take the callousness better than the rest. Ignoring the grouchy blonde and the discomfort they were all feeling, the wavy-haired witch looked off into the distance to try and calculate where they now were.
Seeing smoke billowing from in front of them, Ginny squinted at the site in curiosity before pushing past the Prince, who barked at her for ramming his shoulder, and walked towards the curling grey stream cutting through the air.
“Where is she going?” Draco questioned in annoyance before looking to Blaise who just shrugged and followed the redhead.
Though Draco and Blaise had only been best mates for the last year, the dark-haired Slytherin had known since their first year that the blonde hated early morning wake up calls. He distinctly recalled a few of their fellow dorm mates being hexed when they woke the Prince before his wand alarm would sound, signaling time for breakfast. However, he quickly shoved the thought of food from his mind as he didn’t have time to be distracted by his growling stomach.
Hermione didn’t hesitate either to get away from the grumpy blonde and she too trailed after her friends, leaving Draco to throw his hands in the air in defeat before exhaling sharply. As the group reached the end of the table-top hill, they came upon a small town nestled at the bottom with a large body of water directly in front of oversized wooden gates. It appeared to be a river or a lake of some kind with pirate-like ships that had multiple white sails sitting port-side just outside of the forted community.
Ginny studied the odd triangle shaped wall surrounding the town as Hermione brought out her world history book and opened it up. However, the brunette had no idea where to even start, but once they gained a few clues she could better search for where they were.
“Where did you even get that massive thing, Buttercup?” Blaise asked as he inquisitively gazed at the tome in the bookworm’s hands.
“It was a gift, actually” she replied with a small smile as she ignored the new nickname the dark-skinned wizard had given her the night before. She was getting used to the boys giving her informal titles and was just grateful they were endearing rather than spiteful, like Mudblood. “The new Muggle Studies professor, Professor Eidin, gave it to me in the beginning of the year. She claims it was a belated birthday present, but I know it was because I’m the best in her class. It’s charmed to hold any and all history I want to research.”
“That’s…brilliant” he stated, obviously impressed. He was beginning to think he should have taken the class the girls were so interested in.
“Yeah, it holds everything from wizarding history to mugg-”
“Jamestown!” Ginny interrupted happily after studying the town further, but also causing everyone’s attention to be drawn to her. “I knew I recognized that strange wall, we learned about it right before that American celebration in November…what do they call it? With the pilgrims and whatnot.”
“Thanksgiving” Hermione answered with a raised brow.
“Yes, that’s it!” she chirped while snapping her fingers in the air. “So that has to be the Chesapeake Bay!”
“Why would you be learning about an American holiday we don’t even celebrate?” Draco questioned, while rubbing his sore neck with his left hand.
“Every month we learned about different countries and their holidays” the redhead shrugged. “October, we learned about the Day of the Dead in Mexico and the Diwali Festival of Lights, December was Holland’s St. Nicolas Eve, April was the Qingming Festival in China and Ramadan celebrated by the Muslim community. November was Thanksgiving, which just so happens to be a very big holiday in North America, and-Oh, shite!”
“What? What is it?” Blaise panicked as he twisted around to see if someone was coming for them.
“We’re in America!” she replied with a large grin. “I always wanted to visit here one day…Course in our time though. The good ol’ US of A does not have a pleasant history.”
“Does any country?” the brunette mumbled under her breath. “Are you sure this is Jamestown, Gin?” Hermione questioned as she looked down at the village.
“I’m sure…look it up.”
The curly-haired witch eyed her friend for a moment before searching the tome for Jamestown. When she finally found it after a few minutes of endless page flipping, she flicked her eyes back and forth from the map on the page to the small city down below before slumping her shoulders. She was happy her friend could identify one of the eras they had landed in, however, she was a little upset she hadn’t discovered it first.
“You’re right…We are in America…” she stated with a heavy sigh. Ginny began jumping up and down while clapping her hands excitedly and producing a happy squeal from her broad smile. “Don’t get too excited, Gin. We still have no idea what year this is and…” Hermione turned her focus to Blaise, who was gazing at the redhead with an affectionate smirk and blinked as a new realization dawned on her. “Ah, fuck!”
Everyone glanced at Hermione in confusion before she rolled her eyes and exhaled sharply.
“Mind telling us what uh, what warrants a very vulgar curse word from you, Princess?” Draco asked with a tilt of his head.
“Besides hanging around you too much…the reason would be Blaise” she responded while throwing a hand up.
“Me? What the hell did I do?”
“It’s nothing you did Blaise, ugh!” she groaned as she closed the book and placed it back into her beaded bag. “Please take no offense to this, but…you’re black.”
Blaise folded in his lips while tilting his head, completely perplexed as to where the witch was going with her statement.
“Uh, yeah, Granger, I’m black…Are you just now figuring this out?”
“Ahh shite!” Ginny expressed with a sulk.
“You too?” Draco inquired with both brows raised in shock.
“Okay, how do I put this gently” Hermione began with thinned lips. “Your race, well the race that will appear to the people down there as African…was only brought over to America as…” both Blaise and Draco jutted their chins closer to the bookworm as they waited for her to finish “as slaves.” She winced as she awaited the outburst from one or even both boys. However, when neither one flipped out, she furrowed her brows in confusion.
“That’s it?” the Italian asked “I already know about how people viewed the color of my skin” he shrugged. “I never actually had anyone hate me for it or comment on it, but I know about it. My mothers’ sixth husband was a history buff from Africa and made sure I was taught all about black enslavement. It didn’t really affect me, so I just pretended to care. It is what it is.”
“Okay, but it does here” Ginny declared as she took a pleading step forward. “If we go down there, well we sort of have to in order to get food, then you either have to stay here or be extremely careful to not be mistaken for a slave.”
“And why aren’t you mad about this?” Hermione questioned Draco, who just stood there with his arms crossed as he listened to the conversation happening in front of him.
“What? Oh…am I supposed to be?” he inquired honestly. “I don’t really know much about Africans being enslaved but I assume it’s the same as every other race that has ever gone through it. Technically, I was a slave to the Dark Lord if you really think about it” he shrugged, not really understanding the point both girls were trying to make.
“Okay well…” the brunette witch began when she realized the boys would have to see for themselves how bad it could be but hoped it didn’t come down to it “we need to come up with a story if we are going down there. Jamestown was one of the first settlements in this country, meaning everyone knows everyone because the whole population came in on the same ships around the same time. We can blend in relatively well since everyone except Africans, are English, so we won’t need the language charm, but in case we are stopped or questioned…”
“We need to make our sudden arrival not sound suspicious or risk having to hex and obliviate an entire town” Draco finished while uncrossing his arms and ran both hands through his hair. “Okay, so how do we do that? It’s obvious we didn’t come in on a ship as they would have seen us arriving. Where’s the closest settlement to Jamestown?”
“That’s the problem, Blondie” Ginny chimed in. “We have no idea the year so it can be anywhere from Roanoke to Massachusetts. There were thirteen original colonies, all appearing at different times in different states.”
For some strange reason, a plan began to form in the Prince’s mind and he quickly brought out his money pouch. Opening the bag, he noticed Galleons that were not there previously, sitting in the bottom as if they had never left.
“I’m rich…” he whispered before looking up to the perplexed eyes staring at him.
“Okay and…?” Ginny asked. “How is that supposed to help us?”
“I was basically bankrupt before, Red, but we finally entered a time period where my family has money” he answered while tossing the pouch in his left hand and a small smile played at his lips. “I have an idea…”
Thursday, May 6^th, 1999
“What the hell are you doing here?” Harry demanded as he stood up, brought out his wand, and pointed it at the blonde man sardonically smiling at everyone.
“Get out of my house!” Narcissa yelled while the color in her face drained and she took a challenging step forward as the rest of the group, who did know who the man was, aimed their wands at his chest. “You don’t belong here! Why would you come here?”
“Now, now, Cissy” the blonde ticked.
“Don’t call me that! Don’t you dare call me that!” she spat while baring her teeth and clenching her fists at her sides.
“I-I don’t understand…” Bethany spoke wearily with a hand clasped to her chest. “What is going on?”
“Where did you find this man, Bethany?” McGonagall inquired with her wand still trained on the blonde.
“H-he works at the museum. He’s a co-worker. Someone please tell me what is wrong!”
“This Death Eater,” Ron flared “is Thorfinn Rowle! He served under Voldemort, posed as a construction worker along with Antonin Dolohov, tracked Harry, Hermione, and I to Tottenham Court, and tried to capture us! Not to mention, he fought alongside other Death Eaters during the Battle of the Astronomy Tower where he accidentally killed one of his allies while trying to murder Remus Lupin with the Killing curse and burned down Hagrid’s hut! He’s a right vile son of bitch who should be locked away in Azkaban!”
“I was pardoned for my crimes, Mr. Weasley” Thorfinn stated as he stared Ron straight in the eye. “And have you forgotten that your little girlfriend is the one who modified my memories, which I was then tortured by none other than Draco Malfoy, as punishment” he calmly spoke while walking past the group as if he belonged. Picking a book up off the desk everyone who was standing by had moved from, Rowle uninterestingly scanned the cover before setting it down, turned around, and leaned back against the polished wood while resting his hands on the edge. “You don’t trust me-”
“The hell we don’t!” Neville agreed as Luna stood beside him, glancing around at the ceiling as if she was in a fantasy land.
“Like I said” Thorfinn continued “you don’t trust me. I don’t blame you as I don’t particularly trust any of you either. However, everything you know about me is false and…you need me.”
“Why the bloody hell would we need you?” Molly argued as she and Arthur stood in front of Robert to protect him from harm and Elizabeth peeked around Narcissa in curiosity.
“Because I know about your little predicament, I know about the dark magic you used to send your savior back in time, and I know more about that amulet than a dusty old tome can tell you.”
“How do you know about the amulet?” Pansy questioned while slowly lowering her wand.
“You think your mates are the only ones who were trapped in the past by that blasted thing? There’s a reason I didn’t search for the Dark Lord after his downfall during the first Wizarding War. However, he ended up finding me once he returned.”
Everyone lowered their wands as they looked to the Former Death Eater, stunned. Thorfinn picked up a glass of wine sitting behind him and took a sip before setting it down and crossing his arms.
“Are-are you saying you…defected?” Harry questioned with a raised brow. “After you were thrown through time?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it defecting, Potter. At least not to the extent of the Malfoys, nor was I a spy like Severus Snape. However, I wasn’t necessarily on the Dark Lord’s side either. I was simply too cowardly to do anything about it, unlike Regulus.”
“Regulus?” Ron quickly asked while taking a step forward. “Regulus Black was trapped in the past…with you?”
“That would be correct.”
“When? How?” Harry demanded.
“1978. About four months after we had both received the Dark Mark and one year before…” he lowered his head for a moment and Harry almost believed the man to be upset “…before my friend…died” Thorfinn explained as he leaned off the desk, began walking around the Library, and looked at items he thought were intriguing. But unbeknownst to the people around him, he was only trying to rid the horrible memory of his best friend’s death. “One day we were ordered to watch a muggle household in London that the Dark Lord believed the Potter’s were hiding out in” he continued before turning around to face the group. “The owners were not home, so we raided the place. We found no clues that the Potter’s ever lived there but Regulus found the golden relic in the basement. I told him to put it back, so no one knew we were there…Of course, he didn’t listen. We had an argument about whether to take the stupid thing or not, when a bright green light flashed before our eyes and the amulet opened up.”
“Wait, it opened?” Theo questioned as he shook his head perplexed. “It didn’t open when my friends-”
“Dropped it? It wouldn’t” the former Death Eater stated while crossing his arms and leaning against one of the many bookshelves. “They broke the seal and the necklace needs time to repair itself. It will throw them through different periods of time, most where something important happens, but not always, as it seals the break before opening to reveal a riddle. I know this because the first of the five main eras we were jumped to, was Egypt…55 BC.”
“But that’s the year-” Neville began to interrupt.
“Advisor Osiris was stoned after his family almost burned to death in their home. But what that book didn’t tell you, was that the advisor had five children. The two oldest had their throats slit by the people who betrayed him just before they set his house on fire, and the other three were almost lynched after his death but the amulet protected them and Osiris’s wife. Regulus and I had a very long discussion with that man, and we weren’t jumped until a week later when the remainder of his loved ones slipped off in the night…with our help.”
At that moment, Narcissa conjured extra chairs and everyone in the room sat down as they waited to hear what the ex-Death Eater had to say. They didn’t trust the man completely, but he knew more about their predicament then they were fully aware of and he knew more about the amulet than what Bethany could have told him. They might not like the guy, however, he seemed to be of value and Harry was determined to see if he could find plot holes in his very interesting story.
“What did Osiris tell you, Mr. Rowle?” Luna asked sweetly.
“He wouldn’t tell us the spells he used, if that’s what you’re asking. Just about the riddle, and how the amulet works. Are-are you okay?” he inquired while his gaze stayed fixed on the Ravenclaw lost in her own little world. “Is she okay?”
“What do you get out of this?” Ron quickly cut in while ignoring the question they have all asked themselves since they had met the girl. “I mean by helping us and telling us this-this story. What’s in it for you?”
“I want to see that artifact destroyed” he answered while removing his confused stare from Luna. “Or at least hidden away well enough that it can’t throw anyone else back in time. The only way I can do that, is if your friends make it back.”
“If? What do you mean if?” McGonagall inquired as the wrinkles in her forehead creased.
“Well…” Thorfinn cleared his throat and walked over to the map. He began to study it carefully before opening his mouth to continue. “Let’s just say, where they will end up, and it’s not a matter of if but when…the five Big Ones are not for the weak.”
Jamestown, Spring of 1622
“Why? Someone please tell me why we keep having to wear the most uncomfortable clothing I have ever worn in my entire life?” Blaise whined as he adjusted his groin settled awkwardly in the knee-length breeches Ginny had transfigured for him. “My pants don’t even go to my ankles! How can anyone think this was okay?”
“It’s what they wore in the seventeenth century, Blaise” Hermione claimed while adjusting the Mob cap, also known as a bonnet with a puffed crown and frills, on her head. “They didn’t really have materials for trousers or robes. It’s not for very long, just to get in, get some food, and get out. We’ll find somewhere in the woods to spend the night, so we don’t have to deal with the people in there.”
“That still doesn’t make me any happier” he huffed. “Nor do I like the fact that Draco gets to be the wealthy looking socialite while we look like his personal servants.”
“Only you look like a servant” Ginny chuckled as she fixed the front of the Golden Girls’ open silk skirt to make sure her petticoat was not bunched up.
“And at least you can breathe” Hermione stated with a small wince while bending side to side to lessen the tightness of the Stay restricting her torso.
“Okay” Draco announced as he walked back to the group after staking out the fort entrance before suddenly halting his stride as he gawked at the slender waist of the bookworm. He quickly averted his eyes from the petite witch, but his gaze kept flickering back as he tried his hardest not to gape at her pushed up breasts. “Let’s-uh-ehem…l-let’s go over the plan one more time” he stated while looking up to the sky, willing his lustful thoughts to the back of his mind. “I don’t want to mess this up and I would really like to get out of these ridiculous clothes as soon as possible.”
“I don’t know” the brunette witch tilted her head as she studied the cravat embellished with lace tucked neatly around the blondes’ neck before looking over the long waistcoat that hemmed at his knees. “I think you look pretty dapper to me” she giggled making the Slytherin Prince slightly blush as he looked back down to her; his eyes flickering every so often to her chest.
“Anyway!” Blaise cut in while side eyeing Draco who simply shrugged in confusion. “We are going to disillusion ourselves in order to get through the gate, once we are in, hide behind a building and remove the charm, then we search for somewhere to buy food with Draco’s money, which is converted for us thanks to the charm on his pouch-still don’t know how that works-”
“And if we are stopped by anyone” Ginny added, before Blaise went off on a ramble again about the magic pouch, “then we tell them our ship crashed a few miles away and we are the only remaining survivors…so sad…and that we walked a long way to find some food before heading North to find settlement. Malfoy is the rich son of an English Lord, traveling across the sea with his family’s Italian domestic servant and his lovely beautiful wife who just so happens to also be my cousin” the redhead smiled while nudging Hermione in the arm playfully.
“Right, can we do this now? I really can’t breathe in this thing” Hermione claimed while pulling at the precursor to the modern corset before Draco brought out his wand and loosened the Stay slightly. The curly-haired witch released an unexpected gasp as she looked to the blonde and half-smiled. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it” he replied quietly as the idea of helping her out of the constrictive outfit once again played across his mind.
“Alright love birds” Blaise clapped his hands together as Hermione and Draco both snapped their eyes to him. “Because you’re pre-tend…married…” he raised a brow before shaking his head while trying to hold back a smirk. “Okay then, let’s get invisible!”
The four students held hands so they wouldn’t lose each other, before disillusioning themselves and carefully walking down the hill with Draco in the lead. Though he wished he was holding Hermione’s hand instead of Ginny’s, Draco knew it would take some time before the wavy-haired witch would want to be near him again without thinking he was going to assault her with his lips. He needed to be patient and show her that they could be friends first before pursuing her further…If she could ever see him as more.
Following a few strangers entering the fort, Draco guided the group around a small daub home and removed the charms like they had planned before looking around the clay building to make sure no one was glancing in their direction. Though he had expected to see a bunch of people dressed like themselves, Draco was completely thrown through a loop as to why he was also seeing tan men wearing what appeared to be deerskin breech-cloths that passed between their legs and attached to a cordage belt, and carrying provisions. They wore no shirts, but their bodies were tattooed with red paint that made Ginny, who was peering around the blonde Slytherin, begin to reanalyze the history she had learned about the town.
Not wanting to waste another second, Hermione began walking down the path between two brown homes and Draco quickly followed, not wanting her to be alone, as Ginny leaned her back against the building. The redheads’ eyes darted around the ground as she laced her fingers behind her head and Blaise curiously studied the witch, puzzled.
“You alright, Red?” he asked while his eyes flickered down the small pathway and watched as Hermione and Draco rounded the corner. As he brought his gaze back to Ginny, he realized she seemed to be thinking hard about something. “We should probably follow them…” he suggested when a solid two minutes passed in near silence.
“Jamestown was founded in 1607…” she whispered, as she replayed what Professor Eiden had explained to the class. She then began to mumble incoherent words to herself that Blaise couldn’t understand, before whispering again. “What was the tribe name that they traded goods with? Something tan…potan-No…pawatan…?” her focus suddenly snapped to the dark-skinned wizard as her eyes grew increasingly wide. “Powhatan…” she uttered while her bottom lip trembled, causing Blaise to jut his chin forward in confusion.
“Uhh, what?”
“Oh Godric, please don’t be now! Please!” she begged while throwing her head back in frustration.
“Red? What the hell-” Blaise began to question, but Ginny was already turning the corner to chase after her friends. He began to follow the redhead as quickly as he could but stopped suddenly as she halted her stride in the middle of the street. “Whoa!” he yelped while trying not to run into the witch. “What has gotten into you? What’s wrong?”
Ginny however, never said a word as she looked through the throng of people to find the other half of her group. Spotting the pair talking to a young couple, her eyes flickered to an Indian man behind the duo, welding one of the colonist’s hatchets abaft a settler. A small cry escaped her throat as the warrior brought the weapon up and quickly sliced the throat of pioneer before him, splattering blood across the daub wall nearest them, essentially launching…the Indian Massacre of 1622.
A sudden female scream reverberated off the clay buildings, forcing Hermione and Draco to turn around and witness the brutal assault before the blonde basically threw the brunette witch behind him to shield her. Stumbling backwards, Blaise grabbed Ginny’s arm and began dragging her away from the scene as the brethren of the Native American, started slaughtering anyone and everyone in their paths.
The Indians showed no remorse as they slayed both men and women and began setting houses on fire, killing livestock, and deliberately targeting the towns crops; destroying the chief source of food for the hundreds of thousands of people in smaller surrounding villages, dependent on the harvest for survival. But even though the settlers of Jamestown might have been unprepared and caught off guard by the attack, they were unwilling to be massacred so easily.
Grabbing weapons, such as Matchlock Muskets, the townspeople began to set up their very slow loading guns, before firing back at the Powhatan's. Unfortunately for those too slow to reload, they were savagely murdered in cold blood as others ran in terror. The chaos of the encampment became too much for anyone to bear witness to and Ginny could no longer see her two friends in the distance. However, she could no longer feel the dark-skinned Slytherins hands on her either.
Whirling around, she fearfully searched for the wizard who had been separated from her due to the anarchy surrounding them. Within moments she spotted him on the ground, just a few feet away, with his hands in the air as he tried to placate the Native American hovering over him with a hammer.
Without hesitating, the redhead grabbed a clay pot tumbling on the ground and quickly ran up to the Indian, whose back was turned to her, and smashed it over the man’s head. A sickening crunch could be heard as the pottery shattered onto his skull and the built Powhatan abruptly crashed to the terrain as he lost consciousness.
With his eyes wide, Blaise stared at Ginny, whose chest rose and fell rapidly with ragged breaths. The Slytherin’s mouth fell open in surprise before the redhead reached out a hand and helped him up.
“Um…thanks” he stated, his mind still racing at the memory replaying in his head.
Though yet again, Ginny, never said a word and instead swiftly grabbed the back of the Slytherins’ head before pulling him into an unexpected heated kiss. To say he was shocked was an understatement, but Blaise quickly found himself kissing the witch in return before she suddenly pulled back and bit her bottom lip in embarrassment. He was about to bring her in for another passionate moment when a warrior came charging at the pair and Blaise immediately pulled Ginny out of the way, dodging the hatchet by mere inches.
Ginny then promptly grabbed Blaise’s left hand and ran behind the nearest building. They were no sooner out of sight when the dark-haired wizard sensed his hand pull away from the Gryffindor and he gripped onto her harder. The next thing he knew, everything went black, and his body felt like it was being ripped in all different directions. When his sight finally returned to normal, seconds later, Blaise stood in a grassy field as nausea filled his throat and he found himself unable to hold back.
Vomiting on ground, the Slytherin realized that he had just undergone a side-along apparition. He had never apparated with anyone before and the feeling was completely different than when he did it alone, but he was grateful to be out of the town undergoing a cleansing of its people.
Standing up straight while wiping his mouth with his white sleeve, he noticed the redhead was not with him. It suddenly occurred to him that he was in the same exact spot he had landed when the amulet jumped them to 1622. Racing up the hill as fast as his feet could carry him, Blaise spotted his three friends standing at the top, huddled together, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Blaise!” Draco yelled when he looked off to the left and began to sprint towards his out of breath friend who was doubled over with a clear stitch in his side. “Are you alright?” he asked as he stopped and laid a hand on Blaise’s back.
“I’m okay!” he replied while panting hard and holding up a finger. He once again stood up straight and looked to Ginny while exhaling heavily. “Never…apparate me again.”
Ginny smiled widely before chuckling and quickly brought the wizard into an unexpected hug. While the group laughed and thanked Merlin they were alive, Hermione walked off to her right with a frown gracing her lips as she listened to the carnage happening in Jamestown and tried to reign in her emotions. Draco noticed the brunette standing just a few meters away and pulled himself from his friends to check on her.
“Hey…” he began as he gently touched the bookworms’ shoulder. Hermione glanced up at him with water in her eyes before looking back to the black smoke billowing out of the town with pinched lips. “You okay?”
“Are any of us okay?” she answered softly; never taking her eyes off the smog as she removed the bonnet upon her head. “I mean…” she paused for a moment as she licked her lips and bit her tongue, her head bobbing up and down as she tried to hold back her tears. “Everywhere we end up…people are-are dying. I thought after the war…” she choked while throwing her head back slightly. “Why does this keep happening? Are-are we cursed?” she questioned while finally looking up to the blonde Prince with pleading eyes, praying he had an answer when she knew he clearly didn’t. “Why do people keep dying around us?”
“I-I…” his gaze softened as he tried to find the right words to help ease the pain the brunette was feeling, but he couldn’t think of anything. Not a single thought of how to explain why death always surrounded them came to mind because he had absolutely no idea. But when Hermione turned her focus to the smoke rising into the sky, Draco reached out, placed his fingers under her chin, and brought her gaze back his; though she kept her sight averted to the ground. “Look at me, Hermione…” her eyes flickered up to his soft grey ones at the sound of him using her given name and the words he needed so desperately, unexpectedly came to him.
He may not have the answers she was looking for, but he understood what she was asking. Looking over their childhoods and his particular ‘training’ he idly wondered himself if they had all been cursed in some way. Although, it was because he understood the question, he had asked himself every day since second year, he knew what was really scaring her and it wasn’t just the deaths they all bore witness to. “I can’t tell you what you wanna hear, Hermione. But what I can tell you, is that you never have to worry because I will always be there to keep you safe. I’m the team’s protector, remember? I won’t ever let anything hurt you…not even me.”
Hermione looked to Draco as her bottom lip quivered before glancing to Ginny and Blaise whispering to each other.
“Promise…” she nearly pleaded as her focus stayed strictly on the pair off to her right.
“I promise…”
Lowering her head back to the ground, Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco’s waist and rested her cheek against his silk-clad chest. He froze for a moment, wondering if it was okay to hug her back, before lifting his arms and cradling the witch in a strong embrace. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted more than anything to feel his lips upon hers, to feel his fingers caress her skin again, to tell him that she did indeed feel safe with him…but doubt and logic kept interfering.
As long as darkness and death kept happening around her, she couldn’t risk feeling anything more than what she felt now. If something were to ever happen to him or even to her, she didn’t want to put their hearts through that torment. Staying strictly friends with Draco was the only way to keep them both sheltered from the pain. She had already done it once with Ron and their friendship ended up being better because of it. Although, now the thoughts of how Harry and Ron would react when they found out about her friendship with the blonde, played through her mind.
But before Hermione could think further about the backlash and opinions of her friends knowing she trusted the Slytherin Prince, she felt another hand wrap around her shoulders, and she opened her eyes to see both Ginny and Blaise cradling her alongside Draco.
While the four students held tightly to each other, the piercing noise of the amulet drowned out the sound of the massacre below. They no longer seemed to care as they awaited the next jump, and just wished to be anywhere else. The crying of women, the screams of children, the yelling of men…it was too much to bear and no matter where the past took them next, it would be better than the slaughter of a colony they all knew…would retaliate.
Thursday, May 6^th, 1999
“How can we trust anything you say?” Pansy bit as she crossed her arms and glared at Thorfinn. “How can we trust that your little tale is true? For all we know you researched Osiris in a library or Ms. Woodrow told you about him!”
“I didn’t tell him anything about Osiris” Bethany retorted as she looked around at the faces staring at her. “I swear, I didn’t. I only mentioned that four people were lost in the past and he demanded to come with when I received Minerva’s Owl.”
Everyone’s attention moved back to Thorfinn who licked his lips before releasing an exacerbated exhale and crossed his arms.
“I only took the job opening in Security to watch over the damn relic. My one day off and of course someone had to mess with it” he scoffed. “I thought the thing would be safe in a muggle museum. It’s not typical human behavior to touch, let alone pick up things, in a historical place.” Theo looked down and away while biting the inside of his cheek in embarrassment, and Thorfinn sharply exhaled through his nose because he knew who was responsible. “When I heard that something had occurred in the Ancient Egypt exhibit when I arrived to work today, during a class field trip, I had a strong feeling it had to do with that amulet. Sure enough…I was right.”
“Okay, let’s pretend that everything you are saying is true” Harry claimed with a raised hand; his mind going a thousand miles per minute. However, if the ex-Death Eater could help them understand what was happening to his friends and peers, then the least they could do was hear him out. They couldn’t really do anything to bring his classmates back, so it’s not like the man could waste their time, but to know what was in store for the four and possibly figure out what Harry himself had witnessed, maybe it could ease the worry they all felt. “You said they will go through five big ones…I’m assuming you mean five eras?”
“Yes, Potter.”
“So, they’re a test?”
“No” Thorfinn sighed softly as he looked back up at the map and studied it for a few seconds before conjuring different colored thumbtacks from a few coins in his pocket. “The five are called Big One’s for a reason. They aren’t a test, so much as a way to show a person the faults in their lives as well as their strengths and their weaknesses. If more than one person is thrown back, then they need to work together to make it out.”
“Why can’t we bring them back?” Neville asked as Rowle bounced the thumbtacks in his right hand while still looking over the map.
The blonde stopped playing with the pushpins and slowly turned around before running his left hand over his chin.
“They’re supposed to be there” he claimed gently. “The riddle states that they aren’t supposed to change anything, meaning they can’t kill someone who isn’t supposed to die or save someone who was not supposed to live. Although, what they do in the past is supposed to happen. It’s hard to explain but they were fated to be thrown back. Otherwise, we would not be having this conversation right now.”
“I don’t understand” Theo chimed in. “How would we know if they changed something? And what do you mean they are supposed to be there?”
The former Death Eater shook his head before stepping off the stage and setting the points on the desk Harry was sitting at.
“Let me start from the beginning. It will answer all of your questions, I promise…”
“I’ll call for some tea” Narcissa stated before summoning Valky and requesting he bring a large pot of Darjeeling before waving for Rowle to continue.
“Anyway…Like I was saying” Thorfinn claimed while leaning forward onto the desk. “Right before the amulet sends a person through time, they get what appears to be a riddle in the form of a poem. The last few lines will change depending on the era and the ancestor that the person, or group, will encounter but the rest will stay the same. Each time your friends jump, they will get a clue as to where they will land. They will sometimes be together but most of the time they will arrive separated. It all depends on what it is they are to accomplish in that time period. Once the lesson is learned, a new clue will be provided, and they move on to the next year.”
“Alright, so then why aren’t they home yet?” Harry questioned after thinking over what he had seen during his spirit walk.
“What do you mean, Harry?” Ron asked as he rested his elbows on his thighs.
“I mean, I saw five time periods during my walk. A Dinosaur, a desert, a gathering of men in a stone room, a cold cave, and then the volcano…”
“Those weren’t the Big Ones, Potter. They have nothing to do with Osiris or his ancestry” Rowle sighed. He had seemed to be doing a lot of that lately and he was beginning to question if the group before him would ever understand. “You’re not factoring in the London period or the fact that the blood on your little map has just moved to America, 1622. I told you before, your friends broke the relic, it needs to fix itself. Each place it sends them, it will heal a little more until it seals and reveals the riddle. Once this discussion is over, I would like to go through those places you saw and pin them on the map so we can get a clearer picture.
“Also, I looked at the video footage of when it happened and enhanced the crack. It will take at least two or three more jumps before they end up where they were meant to. And as for the dark magic you all preformed to send Potter back in time…” he exhaled sharply as he looked to Harry in disappointment “you’re lucky to be alive. Not even the Dark Lord wanted to mess with that kind of power. It’s too unstable and too unpredictable. His Horcruxes wouldn’t even bring him back if he couldn’t return to his body in time because technically, he wouldn’t be dead…but he wouldn’t be alive either.”
“We were just trying to find them” Elizabeth declared in defense. “We hoped my daughter could tell us how we could help on our end.”
“Ahh, a muggle is in our mist” the blonde wizard snorted with a click of his tongue. “Well, Miss…”
“Mrs. Granger” she asserted while holding her husbands’ hand.
“Mrs. Granger. I know your daughter well” he sneered when he recalled the witch removing his memories in the café. He still couldn’t fully recall how they escaped. “But I will let you in on a little secret. Your daughter and her friends can’t come back unless they follow the rules. If one of them breaks a rule they could damn themselves to whatever year they broke the rule in, until they die. And even if they don’t, they must survive through chaos, slaughters, persecution, injustice, hate, and so much more until the amulet deems them worthy enough to send them home. This isn’t some school assignment where you receive an O for getting things right; this is raw magic, dark magic, and lives are quite literally at stake.”
“Okay, well you didn’t answer how we would know if they change something” Theo added, upset he was basically being ignored.
“Do you know what Déjà vu is?” Rowle asked just as Valky returned with a large teapot, charmed to refill itself.
“Yeah” the brunette answered with a shrug of his shoulders as the house elf began to pass out the hot beverage. “It’s when you get a feeling that you have done, or seen, something before.”
“It’s like that. You won’t know history changed but you will get a feeling as if something wasn’t quite right. For instance, Dumbledore’s death. I changed history that day by killing a fellow Death Eater. You all assume the killing curse I threw was aimed for one of your Professors. It wasn’t. Gibbon re-entered the battle because he didn’t like the idea of being alone in the tower while waiting for Dumbledore to return. As I was dueling, throwing hexes and curse recklessly, the Professor-”
“Lupin” Luna chirped with a large smile, making Rowle raise a brow at her. However, he couldn’t help but feel charmed by the strange girl who once again went back to looking around the ceiling, as Valky exited the room.
“Professor Lupin…” he corrected himself “was dueling someone, I couldn’t see who. My intention was not to kill him but make it appear that I was still on the side of the dark. So, I threw a killing curse at the wall to scare him. Unfortunately for Gibbon however, he stepped forward and directly into the line of the curse right behind Lupin. To you, history is just fine, but when you think about that day and hear of how I ‘accidentally’ killed a Death Eater, something doesn’t feel right about it…does it?
“The first time I went through that day, Gibbon didn’t die. If I didn’t inadvertently murder a man the second time, your Professor would never have never been able to fight in the war and protect those who needed it. And you, Potter” he turned his attention to Harry who narrowed his brows in confusion “you would have killed me instead of just hexing me.”
“I-I…Now that you mention it…you recklessly throwing spells doesn’t seem like something a Death Eater would do…and I was full of vengeance that night. I could have easily killed you.”
“You should have. I could see it in your eyes when you pointed your wand at me as you chased after Snape. You wanted to kill me, and I thought you would have, but the amulet jumped us before the Unforgivable could escape your lips. When we returned to 1978, I knew I had to fix that night. Not just for my sake but for the sake of the Wizarding World. Because of the amulet, I was able to see the events play out before that day ever came. So…the accidental assassination you all believe…was actual murder. Afterwards, I fled. I went into hiding until the Battle of Hogwarts ended. Which is why no one knew of my whereabouts…until now.”
“Where was Regulus during all this?” Ron inquired with a slight tilt of his head while Thorfinn took a sip of the tea. “The man was supposed to be dead. We all thought he was dead during that fight.”
“We were in that era for two months. Each Big One, the days extend into weeks, then to months; years I presume as well. Anyway,” he declared while setting his cup down “Regulus wanted nothing to do with the Dark Lord after finding out he made not one, but seven, Horcruxes. So, while I pretended to blend in to gather information and not get myself killed, Regulus was scouring all of Europe for the locations of the Horcruxes. He still thought he was a Death Eater, but his arm never burned when the Dark Lord called us, so he took that advantage and I told him everything I eavesdropped on.
“One day he decided to break the Butterfly rule and speak to Dumbledore. They had concluded after many days, that Salazar Slytherin’s Locket was a Horcrux. Both agreed to keep the information a secret with Dumbledore pretending like nothing had happened and he came upon the information himself. The Headmaster, however, did allow Regulus to place a tracking charm on him so that he could find the thing once we returned home, to our original timeline. When we came back, Regulus bided his time until he could duplicate the Locket and switch it out…and well, you all know the rest after that. But the thing is…we were supposed to be there, and we were supposed to do all that stuff. Almost like…fate. Only we caused a slight ripple by telling Dumbledore.”
“That would explain the strange feeling I got when he told me about the Locket…” Harry claimed with narrow brows.
“This…” Molly cut in as she rubbed her temples with her fingers “this is a lot of information. Too much to just make up out of the blue. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…I-I believe you.”
“I agree” both Arthur and McGonagall stated in unison.
“Right…” Robert shook his head in disbelief. The last thing he had ever expected when he heard his daughter was missing, was to be standing in the middle of a massive library, in the same manor Hermione was tortured in, while listening to an ex-Death Eater explain how time travel, he never even knew was possible, worked. “Okay” he exhaled sharply while running his hands down his face. “Ignoring all this history stuff that my wife and I have absolutely no clue what you’re talking about, you mentioned that you knew about the ritual…Can you tell us about that?”
Thorfinn’s eyes flickered over the male muggle as he crossed his arms and observed the sweating fear glistening across his forehead from the piercing stare the former Death Eater was giving him.
“Please?” Pansy requested. A word she rarely ever used in her life but a word that had somehow managed to escape her lips when she thought something she helped with, would harm the Gryffindor savior.
The former Death Eater’s eyes snapped to the Slytherin girl and he narrowed his brows just as the years on the map began to flip through eras again, but this time faster than it had before.
“The ritual you preformed was created by a wizard who turned dark sometime during the Middle Ages, when the love of his life was executed after being outed as a witch; well what we call witches today, and he spent many years trying to prefect the ceremony in order to go back in time to save his lover and exact his revenge. It was the first ever recorded instance of time travel; before time-turners were ever invented…However, he discovered that he could only transport his spirit and he held no token of his companion. So, he had to use something off someone who was there, but we don’t know who. He tried again after a few weeks of recuperating to gain his energy back, but it wasn’t enough recovery time. No one knows what happened to him after he attempted a second run, though it’s assumed he was…is…still lost in the past.”
“And Voldemort?” Bethany finally chimed in.
“The Dark Lord studied that ritual day in and day out after he returned in a new body and had a few of his minions try and find anything they could on the topic. He wanted to go back to when Potter’s mother shielded him as a baby and undo his mistake. After discovering everything he could, he realized the risk he would be taking and abandoned the fools’ errand. Too many chances to cause a ripple in space and create alternate realities…never being able to return back to the original. But during the research we came upon, we found a lot more than the tomb, you all studied, told you.”
“How do I not know about this?” Narcissa questioned with a hand clasped to her chest.
“Only a few were tasked with the mission and we were sworn to secrecy under the Unbreakable Vow. Though once the Dark Lord fell…the vows became null and void.”
“So, what did you find that wasn’t in our research?” Neville asked while standing up to stretch his legs.
“That there are always repercussions with something like this…you can’t escape it. But with that, two other things. One, when you pull back to your body, you can sometimes bring the environment surrounding you back as well.”
“You’re saying that Mr. Potter was actually in that ash cloud?” Madam Pomfrey questioned. Though she had stayed silent during the entire encounter, along with Bethany, as they only knew so much, she was determined to make sure Harry was completely out of the woods before returning to the school. “And that the ash I pulled out of his lungs was actually from a real volcano?”
“I said I was! Did no one listen to that speech I gave not that long ago?” Harry complained.
“You were in an ash cloud?” Thorfinn inquired in complete shock as he glanced to Harry with wide eyes. “Salazar, what the bloody hell were you all thinking? No wait, never mind, I already know. Merlin’s beard, you must have some sort of guardian watching over you or something, Potter, because you should be dead right now.” The pale blonde simply shook his head in amazement.
“What’s the second thing you found, Mr. Rowle?” Luna chirped with a tilt of her head and the wizard sighed before answering.
“You need a token of the person you’re searching for-well, wait…Did you close off the ritual before tending to Potter?”
“Oh, Godric Gryffindor!” Molly exclaimed with a hand pressed firmly to her forehead.
“Great…!” he scoffed while waving a hand in the air. “That token is now connected to Potter’s soul. Now this is good and it’s bad” he claimed while dropping his shoulders and crossing his arms. “The connection to whoever he was focusing on-”
“Draco” Luna corrected once more.
“Please, stop doing that…” Rowle pleaded while rolling his eyes. “The connection to Draco” he continued while rubbing his brows with his fingers, “won’t break until he returns home. You, Potter, will also receive random flashes of what he is seeing and experiencing, which is good considering you can tell us what is happening. You might even feel the pain or pleasure, if he is undergoing any as well, but only during the visions.”
“I am to assume that that…is the good thing…” McGonagall inquired, with worry embedding her tone.
“The bad, Professor,” Thorfinn sighed, “is if Draco somehow manages to die in the past…so will Potter…”
Thank you all for your reviews! I've decided to answer them at the end of the chapter instead of in a review as it gives a false idea of how many people actually review and I don't want to confuse anyone.
@Goddess-of_Dragons- Thank you love, I felt they needed a break after everything but still be in a dangerous era. Also this story will definitly have smut in it, it just wont be until later chapters as I have to build the relationship between Draco and Hermione first. I don't want to make it super quick like my other stories because I want to make it more realistic and this story is mapped out to be fairly long :)
@Saxman66- Everywhere they go is lethal lol. It wouldn't be my writing if it wasn't haha. As for the amulet, which is explained in this chapter, the progress of the relationships doesn't have much effect on the amulet as it heals. Though the lessons they will learn later on will as it is needed to move to the next era.
@1_Luv215- Thank you hun! I am glad you are enjoying this story so much and can't wait to see your reaction after this chapter :)
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