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The Journey Beyond Time
Chapter 1: Malfoy, stupid git.
"Just a little more Transfiguration practice and I'm going to bed," Hermione told Harry and Ron as she turned a leaf into a frog. "Me too," Ron agreed as he scribbled something about wand motion on his second roll of Transfiguration notes. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the last ones left in the Gryffindor common room; Hermione and Ron were giving Harry some practice because he had just come back from a Quidditch practice. They didn't mind as all three were in their seventh year and had to get top grades to apply for a good job.
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin dormitory, Malfoy stirred a bubbling pot. "It's ready, hand me those three goblets, Goyle," he snapped. Malfoy filled the goblets that Goyle had brought him to the brim with freshly brewed Polyjuice Potion. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle each took a steaming goblet and inserted hairs from Seamus, Neville, and Dean into them. "To Moaning Myrtle," Malfoy said, then gulped the contents of his goblet as Crabbe and Goyle followed suit. "After all, if we hadn't heard her talking to herself about how Potter, Granger, and Weasley used the Polyjuice Potion to get into our common room," Crabbe growled menacingly and Goyle cracked his knuckles, Malfoy silenced them with a look, then continued, "As I was saying, if we hadn't heard Moaning Myrtle talking about Polyjuice Potion, I would never have had this brilliant idea for revenge." Now fully transformed and in robes their size, Malfoy led Crabbe and Goyle, who were bearing a tray of desserts, to the Gryffindor common room.
Ron had just accidentally turned Harry's hair into grass and was in the process of changing it back, which wasn't going very well because Ron would get as far as the first word of the spell, then explode in laughter, when Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle disguised as Seamus, Neville, and Dean, climbed through the portrait hole. "Hi guys," Harry waved (Ron had just changed his hair back) to them. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had just sat down at a table near them and put the tray of desserts in Harry, Ron, and Hermione's view, when Harry inquired, "Wait a second, didn't all of you go to bed an hour ago?" "Err, we couldn't sleep, so we were going to the Owlery. Didn't you see us go out?" When Harry, Ron, and Hermione frowned and looked puzzled Malfoy went on. "Well, we got lost. We ended up in this room full of every dessert that ever existed. We loaded one tray up and set it outside, but when we went back in, the room was full of every species of snake that ever existed," Malfoy lied. "Oh, hey, want some of this delicious cake, it's great," Malfoy smiled and handed Harry, Ron, Hermione each a piece of cake. Little did they know that each piece contained a dose of Sleeping Potion. They gobbled the cake up and each asked for a second piece. "Sure," Malfoy said with a mischievous grin that Harry, Ron, and Hermione mistook as friendliness. "Take as much as you want."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione continued studying and Malfoy grew impatient for the Sleeping Potion to work. Suddenly Hermione stopped in the middle of transfiguring a candle into a stick. She curled up in a large armchair and immediately fell asleep. "We'll wake her up when we go to bed." Ron had barely spoken those words when he to sat down and fell asleep. "Weird," Harry said, looking at the sleeping figures. Suddenly, he had the urge to take his Animagus shape and go out on the grounds for a while. Harry stood in the middle of the common room, focused on the form he wanted to take, when he disappeared. In his place was a large bird, with feathers as black as the midnight sky, and startlingly green eyes. Barely visible, underneath many feathers was a small lightning-shaped scar. Harry tried to grin, but couldn't because he now had a beak instead of a mouth. He gave up and flew out the window.
Crabbe ran to the window where Harry had just departed. "Where is he going? Why isn't the potion affecting him?" He turned to Malfoy, who was reclining on a large scarlet divan, with wide eyes. "He will come back and fall asleep, don't worry."
Harry dove and circled around the castle in pure bliss, then flew down to Hagrid's hut, landing on the windowsill. Harry tapped on the window with his beak, when Hagrid recognized him and waved, Harry rose up above the hut and caught a breeze to float on. As he was soaring past the Whomping Willow he thought about when he had made the decision to become an Animagus. Sirius had tried to talk him out of it, telling Harry that the process could go horribly wrong and Harry could end up half bird, half man. Harry pointed out that Sirius and his father had become Animagi when they were in school without help, and he was going to be having lots of help. Yes, he had had the help of Dumbledore, all the teachers in the school (even Snape), and officials from the Ministry of Magic. It had taken many hours and a great deal of concentration and power, but he had achieved his goal. Now, at will, he could become a raven.
Harry felt his eyelids drooping and immediately turned back and flew to the tower. He wanted to be in his human body when he fell asleep. He landed on the soft scarlet rug and transformed back into a human. Harry started gathering his books, fighting the urge to sit on a couch instead of his bed and go to sleep. He resisted for a minute or two, than collapsed on a couch.
Instantly, Crabbe and Goyle got to work. They lifted Ron and Hermione, carrying them to the couch Harry was resting on, and placed all three of them with their backs and heads together. Crabbe and Goyle backed away as Malfoy stepped up to the couch. His eyes glinted with malice as he pulled something from his robes.
Harry was having the most wonderful dream. He was in his Animagus form, a raven, and he was soaring above the castle, diving and circling the towers. He looked down, underneath him Prongs was galloping next to Padfoot and Moony. All four headed traveled around the grounds, racing or just running. They headed towards the Whomping Willow, stopping at Hagrid's hut for a drink from the water barrel. They had just passed the large tree, avoiding the flailing branches, when a thin, cord-like branch of the Whomping Willow reached out and coiled itself around Harry's neck, pulling him back. He tried to call to Prongs, but his voice wouldn't work. The branch was tightening, he was sure it was going to strangle him-
Ron couldn't believe his luck! He had been chosen as the new Seeker for the Chudley Cannons! It was five minutes into his first game and there was no sign of the Snitch. Ron circled the stadium on his new Firebolt, sometimes stopping pinch himself and make sure it wasn't just a good dream. He saw his whole family and Harry and Hermione waving at him from the front row of the Top Box. Wait, was that the Snitch flittering in front of the Top Box. He zoomed toward it, pushing the Firebolt to its highest speed. "What's he doing?" the commentator shouted. "He's going to crash!" Indeed, it looked like Ron was going to crash, he was a mere foot away from the balcony. Somehow he reached out, grabbed the Snitch an inch away from the balcony, and made a sharp turn away from the balcony. Ron could dimly hear the commentator saying, "How did he do it? His broom didn't even brush the balcony! I wouldn't be surprised if they named that amazing maneuver after him, what's that? Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has just informed me that that maneuver is hereby known as� The Weasley Swerve!" Ron had never been so happy in his entire life. He was taking his victory lap, and decided to go through one of the hoops. As he was going through it, it started shrinking very rapidly. It was so small now, it was closing around his neck! It was getting smaller, it was going to choke him-
"Thank you, thank you," an older Hermione told the crowd standing in front of her. She had been selected as the first female Minister of Magic! Hermione took the microphone offered to her. "Well, I would like to say thank you to many people. First�" As Hermione recited names, the microphone cord started to move oddly. It seemed to be developing a mind of it's own. It made a loop, then the loop started rising and rising, until it was hovering above Hermione's head. Suddenly, it plunged over Hermione's head and started tightening around her neck. She dropped the microphone and pulled at the cord. But it was no use, the cord only kept tightening. She was sure it was going to strangle her-
Simultaneously, all three awoke, gasping for breath, and finding the common room dark, except for one flickering candle above them. Harry and Ron could hear Hermione muttering to herself, "It was only a dream, it was only a dream." Harry looked at Ron and said, "You would not believe the dream I had." "You wouldn't believe my dream," Ron replied. Suddenly, Harry and Ron abandoned their conversation, Hermione stopped muttering, and all three tensed. Something was wrong. Even though their dreams had left, the feeling of something around their necks had not.
The Journey Beyond Time
Chapter 1: Malfoy, stupid git.
"Just a little more Transfiguration practice and I'm going to bed," Hermione told Harry and Ron as she turned a leaf into a frog. "Me too," Ron agreed as he scribbled something about wand motion on his second roll of Transfiguration notes. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the last ones left in the Gryffindor common room; Hermione and Ron were giving Harry some practice because he had just come back from a Quidditch practice. They didn't mind as all three were in their seventh year and had to get top grades to apply for a good job.
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin dormitory, Malfoy stirred a bubbling pot. "It's ready, hand me those three goblets, Goyle," he snapped. Malfoy filled the goblets that Goyle had brought him to the brim with freshly brewed Polyjuice Potion. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle each took a steaming goblet and inserted hairs from Seamus, Neville, and Dean into them. "To Moaning Myrtle," Malfoy said, then gulped the contents of his goblet as Crabbe and Goyle followed suit. "After all, if we hadn't heard her talking to herself about how Potter, Granger, and Weasley used the Polyjuice Potion to get into our common room," Crabbe growled menacingly and Goyle cracked his knuckles, Malfoy silenced them with a look, then continued, "As I was saying, if we hadn't heard Moaning Myrtle talking about Polyjuice Potion, I would never have had this brilliant idea for revenge." Now fully transformed and in robes their size, Malfoy led Crabbe and Goyle, who were bearing a tray of desserts, to the Gryffindor common room.
Ron had just accidentally turned Harry's hair into grass and was in the process of changing it back, which wasn't going very well because Ron would get as far as the first word of the spell, then explode in laughter, when Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle disguised as Seamus, Neville, and Dean, climbed through the portrait hole. "Hi guys," Harry waved (Ron had just changed his hair back) to them. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had just sat down at a table near them and put the tray of desserts in Harry, Ron, and Hermione's view, when Harry inquired, "Wait a second, didn't all of you go to bed an hour ago?" "Err, we couldn't sleep, so we were going to the Owlery. Didn't you see us go out?" When Harry, Ron, and Hermione frowned and looked puzzled Malfoy went on. "Well, we got lost. We ended up in this room full of every dessert that ever existed. We loaded one tray up and set it outside, but when we went back in, the room was full of every species of snake that ever existed," Malfoy lied. "Oh, hey, want some of this delicious cake, it's great," Malfoy smiled and handed Harry, Ron, Hermione each a piece of cake. Little did they know that each piece contained a dose of Sleeping Potion. They gobbled the cake up and each asked for a second piece. "Sure," Malfoy said with a mischievous grin that Harry, Ron, and Hermione mistook as friendliness. "Take as much as you want."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione continued studying and Malfoy grew impatient for the Sleeping Potion to work. Suddenly Hermione stopped in the middle of transfiguring a candle into a stick. She curled up in a large armchair and immediately fell asleep. "We'll wake her up when we go to bed." Ron had barely spoken those words when he to sat down and fell asleep. "Weird," Harry said, looking at the sleeping figures. Suddenly, he had the urge to take his Animagus shape and go out on the grounds for a while. Harry stood in the middle of the common room, focused on the form he wanted to take, when he disappeared. In his place was a large bird, with feathers as black as the midnight sky, and startlingly green eyes. Barely visible, underneath many feathers was a small lightning-shaped scar. Harry tried to grin, but couldn't because he now had a beak instead of a mouth. He gave up and flew out the window.
Crabbe ran to the window where Harry had just departed. "Where is he going? Why isn't the potion affecting him?" He turned to Malfoy, who was reclining on a large scarlet divan, with wide eyes. "He will come back and fall asleep, don't worry."
Harry dove and circled around the castle in pure bliss, then flew down to Hagrid's hut, landing on the windowsill. Harry tapped on the window with his beak, when Hagrid recognized him and waved, Harry rose up above the hut and caught a breeze to float on. As he was soaring past the Whomping Willow he thought about when he had made the decision to become an Animagus. Sirius had tried to talk him out of it, telling Harry that the process could go horribly wrong and Harry could end up half bird, half man. Harry pointed out that Sirius and his father had become Animagi when they were in school without help, and he was going to be having lots of help. Yes, he had had the help of Dumbledore, all the teachers in the school (even Snape), and officials from the Ministry of Magic. It had taken many hours and a great deal of concentration and power, but he had achieved his goal. Now, at will, he could become a raven.
Harry felt his eyelids drooping and immediately turned back and flew to the tower. He wanted to be in his human body when he fell asleep. He landed on the soft scarlet rug and transformed back into a human. Harry started gathering his books, fighting the urge to sit on a couch instead of his bed and go to sleep. He resisted for a minute or two, than collapsed on a couch.
Instantly, Crabbe and Goyle got to work. They lifted Ron and Hermione, carrying them to the couch Harry was resting on, and placed all three of them with their backs and heads together. Crabbe and Goyle backed away as Malfoy stepped up to the couch. His eyes glinted with malice as he pulled something from his robes.
Harry was having the most wonderful dream. He was in his Animagus form, a raven, and he was soaring above the castle, diving and circling the towers. He looked down, underneath him Prongs was galloping next to Padfoot and Moony. All four headed traveled around the grounds, racing or just running. They headed towards the Whomping Willow, stopping at Hagrid's hut for a drink from the water barrel. They had just passed the large tree, avoiding the flailing branches, when a thin, cord-like branch of the Whomping Willow reached out and coiled itself around Harry's neck, pulling him back. He tried to call to Prongs, but his voice wouldn't work. The branch was tightening, he was sure it was going to strangle him-
Ron couldn't believe his luck! He had been chosen as the new Seeker for the Chudley Cannons! It was five minutes into his first game and there was no sign of the Snitch. Ron circled the stadium on his new Firebolt, sometimes stopping pinch himself and make sure it wasn't just a good dream. He saw his whole family and Harry and Hermione waving at him from the front row of the Top Box. Wait, was that the Snitch flittering in front of the Top Box. He zoomed toward it, pushing the Firebolt to its highest speed. "What's he doing?" the commentator shouted. "He's going to crash!" Indeed, it looked like Ron was going to crash, he was a mere foot away from the balcony. Somehow he reached out, grabbed the Snitch an inch away from the balcony, and made a sharp turn away from the balcony. Ron could dimly hear the commentator saying, "How did he do it? His broom didn't even brush the balcony! I wouldn't be surprised if they named that amazing maneuver after him, what's that? Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has just informed me that that maneuver is hereby known as� The Weasley Swerve!" Ron had never been so happy in his entire life. He was taking his victory lap, and decided to go through one of the hoops. As he was going through it, it started shrinking very rapidly. It was so small now, it was closing around his neck! It was getting smaller, it was going to choke him-
"Thank you, thank you," an older Hermione told the crowd standing in front of her. She had been selected as the first female Minister of Magic! Hermione took the microphone offered to her. "Well, I would like to say thank you to many people. First�" As Hermione recited names, the microphone cord started to move oddly. It seemed to be developing a mind of it's own. It made a loop, then the loop started rising and rising, until it was hovering above Hermione's head. Suddenly, it plunged over Hermione's head and started tightening around her neck. She dropped the microphone and pulled at the cord. But it was no use, the cord only kept tightening. She was sure it was going to strangle her-
Simultaneously, all three awoke, gasping for breath, and finding the common room dark, except for one flickering candle above them. Harry and Ron could hear Hermione muttering to herself, "It was only a dream, it was only a dream." Harry looked at Ron and said, "You would not believe the dream I had." "You wouldn't believe my dream," Ron replied. Suddenly, Harry and Ron abandoned their conversation, Hermione stopped muttering, and all three tensed. Something was wrong. Even though their dreams had left, the feeling of something around their necks had not.