“Ron, stop playing with that!” Hermione shrieked as Ron threw about a tiny hourglass attached to a necklace. The golden trio had stolen it from the Ministry of Magic merely hours ago. Seeing as nothing had actually gone wrong this time, he was quite bored.
“Playing with what?” Ron said immaturely as he did the opposite of what she said. See boys; that’s how you show a girl that you love her.
“Playing with that timeturner! It’s our only chance to defeat Voldemort by preventing his birth!”
“But I’m bored,” Ron whined and continued to hurl it into the air without consequence.
Harry had gotten so used to the two of them bickering he had drowned it out. He was just doing what he normally did – sitting around waiting to be attacked and only then would he really act.
“Ron, give that to me! You’re going to cause an accident!” Hermione made a dive for the timeturner, knocking it out of his hands. The timeturner flew, twirling in the air and landed around Harry’s neck. He disappeared without a sound.
“See what you did Ron!” Hermione screamed.
“What are you talking about? You did it,” Ron retorted.
When Harry disappeared, he had been standing in an illegal part of the Ministry of Magic. In the Marauder era, its use wasn’t too different. It was used as an experimental arena. The first thing Harry saw was a flying rubber duck heading straight for him.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhh!” he screamed and ran. Voldemort was now using flying rubber ducks to attack him? Now that was just evil.
“Stop!” A familiar voice cried. The rubber duck screeched to halt in midair but not before Harry had turned around to see who had called and it landed smack bang into his face. Bam! The rubber duck went straight for Harry’s right eye, cracking the lens and leaving him with more rubber ducks circling around his head in a cartoon fashion.
“Sorry,” a wizard picked him up by the crook of his arm.
“Mr Weasley!” Harry cried out.
“Eh? I don’t know who you are,” Mr Weasley looked incredulous. “How did you get in here? This is meant to be a restricted area! We’re dealing with a very dangerous rubber duck here.”
“Quack,” the duck said menacingly.
“Don’t you remember me? It’s me, Harry Potter!”
“Huh?”
“You know, the boy who lived.”
“Well kid of course you’re alive I can see that. Jeez not everyone who lived is memorable you know.”
“I defeated Voldemort! I’m your son’s best friend!”
Mr Weasley gasped. “No one has defeated You-Know-Who! You’re crazy! And all I’ve got for a son is a foetus at the moment!”
“Wait, wha?”
“Let’s get you out of here.” Arthur grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out. There was a slight tinkle of the hourglass as they exited. Light reflected in the glass caught Arthur’s eye. “What’s this?”
Harry realised he was wearing the timeturner for the first time. His jaw dropped. How did that get there? Arthur Weasley also realised this and he snatched the hourglass from Harry’s neck.
“You stole a timeturner! Do you know how dangerous these things are? You could have travelled back in time before the first Neanderthal and wiped out the existence of mankind! Cockroaches could now be ruling the universe! Can you imagine the world being run by cockroaches? Let me tell you, it’s not pretty!”
“Um okay,” Harry said. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy? Me? I’ll show you who’s crazy kid!”
Twenty minutes later Harry was blasting his way against some bulky murses and ministry members Mr Weasley had called in, claiming that Harry was an escaped mental patient.
“Stupefy! Reducto! Die! Die! Die!” Harry yelled. “Why are you doing this to me Mr Weasley? I trusted you dammit!”
“Yeah, well you shouldn’t have said I was crazy. Look who’s crazy now!” Mr Weasley cackled madly.
“It’s still you!” Harry responded, knocking out Shacklebolt.
“Yeah but I’m not the one they’re chasing down the hall!”
One of the murses grabbed a chair and it hurled it into the back of Harry’s head. Bang! He dropped with a thud.
“So that’s how we defeat him,” the murse said with amazement. “We use chairs!”
When Harry came to, the first thing he saw was a pair of very large and blurry eyes looking down at him. He screamed, “Aaaahhh!"
“Ah, the newcomers always scream,” the person who owned the eyes said. “Welcome to St Mungos, and may I wish you a speedy escape. If you need help, I’d be more than happy to oblige.”
“Where are my glasses?” he moaned. Some idiot had taken from him. That idiot was named Charmy.
“Here they are! I don’t know how you see through the cracked one,” she chatted as she planted them on his face.
“Where’s my wand?” Harry looked down to realise he was wearing a straitjacket.
“Oh they don’t allow wands here. Ever since Psycho Sally…”
“Gee, then why do I need the straitjacket?”
“The straitjacket is for the people they consider the craziest. Congratulations you’ve won! Man, I’ve been runner-up three years in a row…”
“Great. Eurgh, where are Ron and Hermione?” he moaned to himself. “Why am I here?”
“Ron and Hermione… are they your imaginary friends?”
“No.”
“Really? Who on earth calls their kid Hermione...”
Harry shrugged stiffly in his strait jacket. “Can you help me get out of this thing?”
“Oh sure. Whitney, at him!”
Harry froze and let out a girlish scream as she unleashed a cute fuzzy white rabbit that knocked him to the ground. RRIIIIIPPP!!!! RRRIIP! RRIIPP! Whitney wasn’t allowed to attack humans often and relished every moment of tearing the jacket to shreds. When he was done he sat on Harry’s chest, munching on the shreds of straitjacket. Harry immediately guessed why this girl was in the loony bin if she owned that thing.
“Miss Claw, we have your medication,” a familiar voice called out down the hallway.
“Oh goody! My alien repellent!” she cried and ran right out the door. Harry followed. Dumbledore swept down the hall carrying a tiny bottle. The strange girl immediately took a pill and then she offered the bottle to Harry, who declined.
“Why Mr Potter, what are you doing here? I certainly hope that Miss Evans didn’t break your heart enough for you to end up crazy and in here.”
“Huh?” Harry said.
“Dumbledore, this isn’t James. He has got green eyes and a scar on his head,” Charmy pointed out. “Although they do look alike...”
Dumbledore took off his glasses, cleaned them on his robes and looked at Harry through them again. “No, not seeing it.”
“Professor Dumbledore I need your help! Everyone in the world has gone crazy,” Harry said.
“Well I suppose it’s fortunate that I had to come here to collect Miss Claw’s medication then; as her parents have forgotten. Again. Who are you?”
“It’s me, Harry Potter."
“Harry Potter? Are you, by any chance related to James Potter?”
“Erm yeah, seeing as he is my father.”
Charmy and Dumbledore looked shocked. Charmy was the first to speak. “If James had a kid I would expect him to be a baby, although I can’t believe that Lily would be so easily corruptible. Especially if she is mad at him.”
Dumbledore looked thoughtful. “Maybe an aging potion was accidentally spilt on him and he suddenly grew up.”
“Wait, huh? My parents are still alive?” Harry said incredulously.
“Still alive? What do you mean?” Charmy asked warily, holding Whitney tightly.
“Not dead. Duh,” Harry said.
“Harry do you mind if I speak to you alone for a minute?” Dumbledore and Harry wandered out of earshot of a shocked Charmy. “May I ask you what year this is?”
“1997... Ohh,” Harry finally realised what had happened. Dumbledore nodded.
“Yes I believe you have travelled back in time. Your father, and I presume, your mother are both at Hogwarts, the same age as you.”
“Oh,” was all that Harry could say.
“I will attempt to restore the damage to the timeline but I’m afraid that in the meantime you will just have to stay at Hogwarts and wait. Come now.” Dumbledore took out his wand as he strode back up to Charmy. “Obliviate!”
A dazed expression spread across her face as she followed Dumbledore unseeingly. Then she regained her senses. “What just happened? Did everything just taste blue for a second? Oh god, have the aliens got me and probed me?”
She began to have a panic attack. Harry edged away from her.
“No Miss Claw we’re just here to get the alien repellent,” Dumbledore chuckled. She spied Harry.
“Hey James what are you doing here? Wait you’re not James... are you related to him?”
“Hmm, I should have fixed the memory charm after I fixed your disguise,” Dumbledore noted as an afterthought.
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