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The Time Traveler by lucekd08
Chapter 4 : And Then They Were Gone
 
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I have nothing witty to say here today, so...
Also: I am not JK Rowling. I do not try to be JK Rowling. Yes, it would be nice to be JK Rowling, but I am not JK Rowling. (Got that?)


April 25th, 1999. 10:45 Am. Hermione’s flat.


Mmm.

Bliss.

Last night was amazing. Ron really knows how to… You know what? You really don’t need to know that.

Hermione opened her eyes and stared at the familiar ceiling of her bedroom. Ron rolled over in the bed to face her. He began playing with her hair.

Mmm. He smelled like grass and aftershave and… coffee? Hermione smelled coffee being made downstairs.

“Did you make coffee?” Hermione asked.

“What?” Ron asked startled. He hadn’t expected Hermione to be awake. “No.”

“Then who—”

“I made coffee!” the couple heard Rose’s voice from downstairs. “But make sure that you have clothes on before you come down here—”

CRACK!

“JAMES! DO NOT APPARITE ON TOP OF ME!”

There was a muffled “sorry” and the sound of chairs being set back up and the “CRACK” of someone appariting.

“We should probably go downstairs.” Hermione turned toward Ron again.

“Probably.” He smiled kissed her forehead, and then he was gone.



April 25th, 1999. 9:38Am. the Burrow.

James was face down in his pillow—his favorite sleeping position. The smell of his grandmother’s cooking wafted through the house.

Once James’ stomach grumbled, he decided it was time to get up.

He waddled down the stairs, for he was still half asleep.

I don’t even know why I agreed to come with Rose, he thought to himself. Rose and he were never super close. For one, he was two years older than her; second, she and Albus had always been significantly close. Once they met Scorpious it was like the next generation’s “golden trio”. Well, except for the fact that they didn’t save anyone, they just caused lots of ruckus.

James’ chuckled as he walked into the kitchen, grabbed a plate, and took some eggs from the pan his Grandmother just made them in. He walked to the table, picked up the Daily Prophet, and ate his eggs in peace.

“Hello, Harry.”

“Hmph,” James grumbled. He hated it when his grandmother called him Harry. True, him and his father looked exactly alike— except the eyes, it was always the eyes—but he still hated it when she mixed them up.

Molly sat on the other side of the table and they ate in silence. James put down the paper to drink some orange juice—

“AARGH!” Molly exclaimed. “YOU’RE NOT HARRY!”

“NO! I’M NOT!” James yelled back. This was getting a little frustrating.

“W-w-who are you?” Molly stammered, pulling out her wand.

“James!” Rose came bounding down the stairs. “What did I tell you about talking to Molly before I got up?”

“What?” James vaguely remembered Rose mentioning something along the lines of “don’t talk to anyone before I get up and explain,” but he hadn’t paid much attention.

Next Arthur came running from outside. “What is going on?” he asked.

It must have been a very odd scene to walk into. There was Molly, who was furiously pointing her wand at James; who was very nonchalantly eating some eggs; and then a random bushy-haired girl stood at the steps of the stairs, glaring at everyone while probably coming up with some way to get James and her out of this smoothly.

That was one thing James admired about Rose. She was always so personable and could slime her way out of almost every situation. She only had two detentions her entire career at Hogwarts.

“Oh! I don’t have time for this!” Rose exclaimed. She walked over to where James was, grabbed his arm, and disapparited. Simple as that: no confrontation needed.

James smiled as Diagon Alley appeared in front of him.



April 25th, 1999. 11:00am. Harry’s flat

Mrs. Ginerva Potter

Mrs. Harry Potter

Mrs. Potter

Mrs. Ginny Potter

Ginny replayed her new name over and over in her head. It was so wonderful. She turned to kiss him—Oi! Where’d he go?

“Harry?” she yelled. No answer.

CRACK.

“Harry?” she repeated.

“Yeah?” Ginny heard his voice downstairs, probably in the kitchen. He began coming up the stairs.

“Where were you?” He kissed her forehead.

“I think Rose and James stayed at the Burrow last night; gave Molly and Arthur quite a fright this morning.”

“Oh” Harry climbed in the bed next to Ginny.

“What do you want for breakfast—” Ginny’s question was cut off. She was sucked backwards. The feeling originated somewhere in her abdomen and all around her was a blur of colors, similar to floo powder.

And then it ended. She was sitting in George’s living room, with George sitting on his couch along with her parents, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Ron, Rose and James.



April 25th, 1999. 9:57am. Diagon Alley

James could be such a broomhead, Rose thought to herself as she grabbed James and walked toward her uncles’ shop.

Nothing was lit up, in Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. It was dark and cobwebs were beginning to form everywhere.

She walked in the front door (It had a special charm that only allowed Weasleys and Potters and a Ms. Hermione Granger in when the shop was closed) and upstairs to George’s flat.

“George,” Rose said to the front door, “don’t make me come and break down your door.”

“Who is it? How’d you get in here?”

“I’m a Weasley, duh.”

Silence.

This was really annoying Rose. There was a click of the lock and George opened the door. Without an invitation, Rose walked inside; James followed.

“George.” Rose sat down on his couch next to him. “Fred is dead. He will never come back.”

A look of shock filled his eyes before it was replaced with grief.

“Why would you say—?” he began.

“He’s not coming back. He’s dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead as a door nail, door knob, whatever those Muggles say. A part of you didn’t die. It’s still living: the memory of Fred. And if you’re just going to sit around here and mope, then that memory will die.” George was sobbing. Tears were beginning to stain his shirt and couch.

“But if you live your life, cause as much mischief as you possibly can; If you spread joy and laughter to all the kids at Hogwarts, if you give all the professors grey hairs, then that part of you won’t die it’ll remain as alive as ever.

“When you move on, you don’t forget about Fred. You carry on without him and honor his memory.”

George cried for the next quarter of an hour. Rose comforted him by rubbing his back. James fell asleep.

When George was done, he said “You know what? You’re right. I’m going to open the shop back up, and live my life. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. OH! And Angelina, ask her out.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” George got up and made some tea.

“Hey, not to be rude, but who are you?”

“Rose Weasley.” I look down, there’s a huge bruise on my shin where I banged it into the cabinet last night.

“Are you like a cousin? Because I feel like I’ve seen you before.”

“Er- kind of. Actually, let’s have a Weasley family meeting. We can tell them all about re-opening your shop and I have information on The Bets.”

“The bets?”

The Bets.” George nodded his head in understanding.

Rose got up, grabbed some of George’s floo powder, and walked into the middle of the living room.

“What are you doing—?

“ACCIO WEASLEYS!” Rose exclaimed.

At once, all six missing Weasleys appeared in the living room. Percy was immaculately dressed, Bill was in an old T-shirt and jeans, Charlie’s pants were charred and his shirt had many burn spots, Ron was in nothing but his boxers, Ginny was in a tank top and shorts, Molly was in a bathrobe, and Arthur was in emerald green robes (probably for work).



April 24th, 1999. 11:27pm. Hermione’s flat.

Everyone was finally gone. Harry and Ginny had left for Harry’s flat and Rose and James went to the Burrow (probably). Finally, Ron was alone with Hermione.

He wasn’t sure if he should go home, or…

“Ron?” Hermione asked

“Yeah?” Oh, this was the end, he was going to have to go home and things will be as awkward as ever between them.

“Do you think we should talk about what happened tonight?” Hermione asked sheepishly. “I mean, we never talked most of sixth year and after the battle, and look where that got us.”

“Sure.” Ron sat down on the squishy chair, Hermione joined him. “So where do you want to begin.”

“When did it happen? When you knew you loved me?”

“Technically, Mrs. Know-It-All, you should already know that. Since Rose exploited it during her reading of my Journal.”

“Well, I wanted to hear it from you.”

“I knew I loved you at the Yule Ball, but I didn’t fall hopelessly-I-am-a-shame-to-man in love with you until the end of fifth year, summer before sixth. Now it’s your turn.”

“Interesting… Oh! I probably fell in love with you the summer before sixth year also, because in reality, we were both too young before then to really have any grasp on what love was… and I knew I liked you more than friends at the end of third year.”

“Ok, now that we got that out of the way—”

“Why didn’t you ask me out after the battle?”

“Because I thought that all I needed was to be alone and brood. I was taking on Harry’s personality.” Hermione gave a ‘humph’ in approval. “But I was wrong, and once I realized that, I thought you were over me and were going out with Seamus.”

Hermione smiled and busted out laughing. “You know, Seamus was a Lavender.”

“What—?”

“I only dated him to make you feel jealous.”

“I didn’t date Lavender to make you feel jealous.”

“Oh.” The room became silent. “So, are we done, or—”

“Hermione, why did you kiss me in the Room of Requirement?”

“Because I didn’t want to go into battle without you knowing what I felt… if one of us had died…” She began to cry.

For some reason, Ron always knew how to comfort Hermione. Anyone else? Nope, he was as hopeless as Lockheart was at not always being obsessed with himself. But Hermione was different. He just held her, rubbing her arm.

“It’s OK, the battle is over. We didn’t die.” Ron kissed the top of Hermione’s head. This stopped the tears instantaneously.

Hermione looked up, Ron looked down (he still towered above her when they were sitting), and they kissed.

There was no awkwardness between them after that.

Ron loved the way Hermione’s lips felt on his. It was like fireworks, or a bomb that exploded at just the right time. Significantly better than snogging Lavender…

Hermione bit down on Ron’s lip. Where did she learn to kiss like this? The names “Seamus” and “Krum” popped up in Ron’s mind, but he quickly pushed them aside and focused his attention on Hermione.

One thing led to another, along with many other things not acceptable do describe on this 15+ rating, and next thing they knew, they were both half-dressed and rolling on the bed.

“Ron,” Hermione said, "We should--"

“Yeah, I know. We probably shouldn’t go too far. I would rather keep all my appendages and keep all my limbs intact while staying out of Mum’s wrath.”

Hermione smiled and lay down on the bed next to him.

Within ten minutes, Ron was fast asleep, It’d been a crazy-ass day.



April 25th, 1999. 11:00am. The Burrow.

“Thank you so much Harry!” Mrs. Weasley embraced Harry in a tight hug.

“You’re welcome,” he struggled to get out, as he was being squeezed.

“It was just so weird; the boy looked exactly like you, except his—”

“Eyes? Yeah, I know.  Well, I better get home.”

Harry disapparited and the familiar décor of his kitchen came into view.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?” Harry began walking upstairs.

“Where were you?” Ginny asked him when he entered their bedroom. He kissed her forehead.

“I think Rose and James stayed at the Burrow last night; gave Molly and Arthur quite a fright this morning.”

“Oh” Harry climbed in the bed next to Ginny.

“What do you want for breakfast—” and then she was gone.

Harry got out of bed and searched the house. Where’d she go? There wasn’t the familiar “CRACK” of someone disappariting when she left.

What if something had happened to her? What if this was planned? What if—

CRACK

“Ginny?” He called out.

“Harry?” It wasn’t Ginny’s voice, but Hermione’s instead. “Do you know where Ron went?”

“What? No.” Hermione was mismatching shorts and a tank top. Her hair was pulled back in a frantic attempt of a ponytail. “Do you know where Ginny went?”

“What? Oh now Ginny’s missing too? Do you think something happened to them?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to d—AAARRRGH!” Harry was pulled to his right and disappeared into thin air, without a single CRACK.



April 25th, 1999. 11:05am. George’s flat.

“What the BLOODY HELL is going on here Rose?” Ginny asked loudly. One minute, she’s getting ready to make breakfast, next she’s in the middle of her brother’s living room with all her family.

“You know this woman?”  Her mother asked worried.

“Yeah—”

“RON! GO PUT SOME PANTS ON!” Rose exclaimed. Ron got up and mumbled something along the lines of “not much time”, “surprise”, and “why do you care at how much I’m dressed?”

After Ron came back with some of George’s pants on, everyone looked up at Rose expectantly, at a loss for words.

“I have information on The Bets! They’re over!” Ginny didn’t know about bets, but she knew about the bet going around the Weasley family on when Ron and Hermione were going to get together.

“Wait,” Ginny said. “Harry’s in on it too.”

“Oh yeah. Accio Harry!”

Harry instantly appeared (without a CRACK) and hit the ground.

“Wha—?” He mumbled. Ginny helped him up and he joined her on the couch.

Rose looked around the room with a look of confusion.

“…seven, eight, nine… We’re missing someone. I called all the Weasleys and Harry.” Rose bit her lip, and her face lit up. “Hermione! She’s still a Granger. Accio Hermione!”

Hermione missed the floor when she appeared and instead landed on Charlie.

“Sorry,” Hermione mumbled. Ron helped her up and she joined him on the chair.

“How did you do that?” Bill asked. “You can’t summon living things.”

“Correction: you cannot summon living things.” Everyone was confused except Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and James. Well, actually, Ron and Hermione were in their own little world and James was asleep.

“Well—,” Rose started. She poked her abdomen and looked at her watch. “Oh! Come ON—!” And with a blur of colors, she was gone.



OOOOO! CLIFHANGER! or is it? I'm not really sure at this point. But I am getting the 5th chapter up ASAP. It's pretty funny, doesn't explain much, but has some hilarious shenagagins in it,
More on why my update was so late:
1.) I have been busy
2.) the inconsistent flow of reviews was a tad bit depressing
3.) Rosai_Gryffindor said they'd made me a banner, AND THEY DID! it's awesome, right? so, review, and you can tell me about how much you love it and wish that you could marry my story because it's so fantasitc (hehe. Dobbiessock)
4.) I had to come up with a good reason for everyone to review:

If you do not review....
"Then I will go to the animal shelter, and I will buy a kitty kat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat. And on a dark, stormy night, I will steal away into your home and punch you in the face."

The first person who can tell me who said that quote, then you'll get a shout out or a gold star or something. Or maybe I'll just take a really long time to update... oOoOoOoooOOoOOOoOoooo!


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