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Chapter 1 : Chapter One
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Harry had been reading the Daily Prophet. Sure, it’s still a bit wonky with Rita Skeeter’s articles, but the rest were based on true facts with evidence to support it. He flipped to the next page and scrolled down the names of those who had died in the recent battle. Another war was about to break out. This one may be just as bad as the last. The leader was after a time turner. Not just any time turner.
The time turner he was after was ancient. Rowena Ravenclaw’s most prized possession. It was heard to have hidden itself after she had passed away. It allowed you to go back in time as far as you would’ve wished without having the possibility of damaging the time warp.
Harry rubbed his forehead idly. He had been stressing over this for two years. Just when he assumed he would have a break from the hectic life with Voldemort, another war-to-be erupts. Harry placed the Daily Prophet onto the desk and held his head with his hands.
The door slamming caused Harry to look up abruptly. A sharp pull came from the side of Harry’s neck and his hand automatically went to it. He looked at the grimacing Hermione that stood before him with a bit of parchment in her hand.
“Sorry about that, Harry,” she apologized, the guilt clear in her voice.
“It’s ok, Hermione.” Harry said, rubbing the side of his neck. “Is something wrong?”
Hermione’s eyes lit up. “Not at all. Great news, actually.” She took a deep breath in, smiling. “I just need to wait for Ron.”
Harry cleared his throat. “Er, right.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Sorry I didn’t come sooner, Mione,” Ron said, “I was caught up with something in the office.”
Hermione waved her hand. “It’s quite alright. Close the door, would you?”
Ron’s eyebrow shot up, but he complied. “So, why are we all here?” He asked as he took his spot next to Hermione. His arm reached for her waist, but she slapped it away.
“Okay,” she took the parchment and laid it out on Harry’s desk over his Daily Prophet and other letters, complaints more like it, and she pointed at the dot in the middle.
“So, what are we looking at?” Ron asked, completely baffled by the cluster of notes under each point.
“So, this is the map I plotted. All the smaller dots are sightings of where we have found Ravug’s followers. They have all fled towards one direction. We have found them in this general circle here,” she fingered the circle she had drawn on the map. “So, I have pin-pointed where their hide-out could possibly be. In the general vicinity, I’ve found a few burned down towns that have been abandoned for centuries. Of course, that information is only acquired from muggle books.
Well, in one of those four towns, it has been stated that recently, odd occurrences happen there, a sense of watchful eyes, I suppose. It’s all over the muggle news stations. I can’t believe someone hasn’t wrote about it in the Daily Prophet. Anyway, the information has always been there. I can’t believe I hadn’t seen it sooner!”
Harry studied the parchment and then looked at Hermione. “Hermione, did I ever tell you how brilliant you are?”
Hermione looked down at the parchment, trying to hide her smile. “I’m just trying to do my job.”
“Brilliant, Hermione,” he repeated.
“So we can start tomorrow, yeah? Going after him?” Ron asked.
Harry nodded. “Of course.”
“We’ll always be right behind you, Harry,” Hermione said encouragingly.
Harry smiled. “Tomorrow, we’ll end it.”
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione as they approached the tattered down house. “Well,” he spoke, breaking the silence, “this is it. Are you all ready?”
Hermione and Ron gave Harry a nod. Of course they were. They trusted Harry more than any other person. Their bond was stronger than most people, and they all seemed to have balanced each other out. Hermione with her knowledge on most things many people would not bother to look into, Harry with his leadership skills, and Ron with his dueling.
“Let’s end it,” Ron said. “Right now.”
The three cautiously made their way into the house. A horrid stench came from inside and Hermione covered her nose.
“Ugh. It smells like something died in here,” she exclaimed in disgust.
Harry gave Hermione a wary look. She might have been right.
“Alright, we’re going to split up, but only for a moment. There are three separate rooms. When you two have finished searching, tap the gold coin in your pocket with your wand. When all three of us have finished searching our individual rooms, it will grow hot.” Harry handed Hermione and Ron the coins.
Hermione opened the door, or what was once a door. It hung from the top screw, so when she opened it, it squeaked loudly. Hermione looked around her as she slipped into the room. When she turned her head, she gasped. She put her hand to her mouth. On the floor in front of her was a rotting corpse. Of who, she did not know. She took out her note-pad, writing down information that would let her identify the corpse later. The corpse was definitely a male. He had bleach-blonde hair and the dark mark on his left inner forearm.
Hermione narrowed her eyes, re-reading the description. Could it be true? He was assigned on this mission, but he never did come back.
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when she heard a crash in the room next to her. Hermione pulled her wand out from her back pocket and opened the door. Harry had also rushed out of his room. The two exchanged looks before dashing off to the room closest to the stairs. Ron emerged from the room and ran down the stairs.
“Stay away! I have him!” Ron shouted.
“Ron!” Hermione screamed after him. She turned her head towards Harry. “He’s going to get himself killed!”
Harry and Hermione ran after him into what seemed like a basement. Harry jumped back as a blue streak of light nearly missed him, hitting the wooden railing. Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand and they both took cover behind an overturned desk.
“It’s an ambush.” Harry whispered.
“How many are there?”
“Four,” he said. “Not including Ravug.”
“We can split them evenly.”
Harry nodded. He took a quick glance, poking his head above the edge of the desk and made a run for it, hiding on the side of the washing machine. Hermione closed her eyes for a brief second and breathed out.
“Stupefy!” She heard Ron say.
Shortly after the sound of a body hitting the ground echoed through the room. Hermione stood, pointing her wand at a death eater; he sent a spell at her that she quickly reflected and the spell hit him instead, causing him to fall backwards into a pile of dirty clothes. Harry quickly disarmed one of the death eaters and tied him up.
The two heard a small pop sound in the corner of the room. Harry swore under his breath.
“One of the death eaters fled.”
“We’ll find him another time. Where did Ron go?”
Harry looked at the open door in the corner behind the wall. “The only place he could have gone; after Ravug.”
A crash was heard, followed by Ron’s scream. Hermione ran through the door, wand out and ready to disarm Ravug. The moment seemed as if it were in slow motion. Ravug’s mouth twisted around two words with six syllables in all. His wand was pointed aggressively at Ron. Green light emitted from the tip of his wand, slowly flying towards a wide-eyed Ron. The curse hit him directly in his chest and Ron fell to the ground. His eyes wide open, staring at Hermione as his soul departed. Hermione wanted to run towards him, but Harry held her back. Ravug was still there. Hermione still had her chance to kill him.
Ravug smirked and apparated from the house along with Ron’s lifeless form.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. Everything was supposed to be fine after this.
This isn't entirely my first fanfiction, just my first fanfiction on this site. :D
The story idea popped in my head while I was driving to class.
I hope you guys liked it! <3
Please review. It only takes a few minutes, or seconds. :D
Update 6/27/2011: I've added more to the into back story. The beginning seemed really incomplete when I re-read it. I'll be working on Chapter Two pretty soon (or when I find the time between work and summer classes). Happy Reading for now! :D
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