Fic: Persistence Through Time (1/?)
Hi! Don't know if anybody frequents this community anymore but I just wanted to share the first chapter of my first ever Fremione fic with anyone who is lurking around. I'd appreciate any comments or questions.
Title: Persistence Through Time
Author: Buffybot76
Disclaimer: I do not own them, they belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. I am simply playing in her sandbox.
Pairing: Fred/Hermione, a little Ron/Hermione (but not for long)
Rating: M
Summary: Fred knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would win Hermione's heart again. It would just take a lot of persistence and a little bit of time.
Warnings (if applicable): Some bad language, Most likely sexual content will occur, but much later.
Genre: Romance/Drama
Author's Notes: This is an Alternate Universe fic... kinda. You'll understand what I mean after the first chapter.
- Chapter 1 -
Fred Weasley looked down at the object held in his trembling hands. It resembled a small hourglass encased in a wreath of precious metal and jasper and attached to a length of chain and filled with a glowing substance.
"Are you sure this will work?"
Fred looked up to meet the eyes of Remus Lupin. The werewolf wore a look of foreboding, indicating his hesitation to the red head's hastily put together plan.
"We're kinda out of options at this point, Reems." Fred spoke, his gaze drifting back down to the magical object in his hand. "Harry's dead. Voldemort's won. Something has to change or the rest of the Wizarding populace will be enslaved. Do you want that sort of future for little Teddy, to be a plaything for the amusement of a tyrannical madman?"
Lupin flinched at the image Fred's words brought to his mind. With Tonks gone, his infant son was all the werewolf had left in the world and he wouldn't allow the innocent child to suffer. He would give his life before that happened. Looking back at the last remaining Weasley, the sandy haired wizard nodded. "Will it send you back far enough?"
Fred swallowed hard, tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he recalled all that had been sacrificed in order to create this particular time turner. How much magic had to have been harnessed and the price it cost in order to do it.
'Hermione...'
"It's been imbued with every ounce of magic that was held within the brightest witch of our age," His voice broke for a moment and he clenched his fist around the time turner in order to gather himself enough to continue speaking. "The woman I loved with my entire being sacrificed herself in order to ensure that we succeed. It will work. It has to."
She had been beautiful, his Hermione. She had begun to craft this object he held using the one she'd used during her third year. Unbeknownst to the Ministry, Dumbledore had hidden it within his office, and so it had been spared when the other time travel devices had been destroyed. Once the Headmaster died, Minerva had taken it and placed it in a more secure location. Only when Harry had been slain by Voldemort and things looked hopeless, had the cat animagus given it over to his love. With her brilliant mind, she'd easily enhanced the turner to allow it to take its wearer further back in time than ever before. It had taken an incredible amount of magic to make it so. So much, in fact, it had left the brunette witch completely drained.
She'd been defenseless when the Death Eaters had shown up. Having hidden the time turner, she'd just sent an owl to him with both explanation and instructions when they'd attacked. She hadn't stood a chance.
She was already gone by the time he'd arrived. He remembered holding her broken, lifeless body in his arms, wordless sounds of grief pouring from his lips. It had been just as painful, if not more so, as when George had been ripped from him during the final battle. He'd laid her to rest beside Harry, her brother in magic, if not in name, and then had begun planning.
Six months after Harry Potter had been defeated by Voldemort, and three weeks after the love of his life had been taken from him, Fred Weasley was ready.
Remus shifted forward, raising a hand to rest on Fred's shoulder and giving it a squeeze of encouragement. Fred met Remus' eyes one final time and nodded once. The hand slid off of the red head's shoulder and turning slightly, the werewolf Disapparated away to leave his friend to his destiny.
Fred took a deep breath, allowing an image of Hermione to enter his mind, instilling a sense of determination in his soul. He would not let her down. Looping the chain around his neck, he turned the small hourglass the appropriate number of turns as Hermione had instructed only weeks ago. Just as he was about to let loose the glass to spin, the sound of wood splintering filled his ears as the door was blasted from its hinges and a flurry of hexes were being hurled in his direction. Startled, he stumbled back, his fingers letting loose the delicate spindle and the magic was initiated, engulfing him in a warmth that he'd only felt in the arms of his beloved.
A second before Fred disappeared, a stray curse struck the time turner and it shattered.
~*~*~*~
The sound of cheers was the first thing he became aware of as Fred Weasley regained consciousness. He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he shifted uncomfortably on the stone floor he lay upon. A gasp from his side alerted him to the fact that he was not alone and he shot up, eyes darting in the direction of movement to his right. His hand reached to his side for his wand, only to find it wasn't there. He blinked as he took in the sight of Madam Pomfrey staring at him in disbelief.
"Poppy?" He winced at the croaking sound his voice made. For some reason his throat seemed parched and he had to swallow multiple times in order to moisten it enough to speak correctly. "How are you...? You shouldn't be alive."
"I should say the same for you, Mr. Weasley." The medi-witch promptly replied as she shifted closer to him now. She raised her wand and began passing it around his body in a diagnostic scan. She didn't say anything else for a moment as she looked over the results of her examination. "It's impossible. All your injuries are healed completely. It's as if you were never..."
Fred's brows drew together in confusion as her words made no sense to him whatsoever. He glanced around at his surroundings and realised that he was sitting in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. It was in total disarray as it had been during the final battle, a triage having been set up to tend the wounded and fallen. It was where he had last seen his beloved twin. George had been taken from him along with his entire family. If it had not been for Hermione, he'd have surely walked out into the midst of battle and allowed the Death Eaters to end his life. But she had been there. Never leaving his side until her final sacrifice.
He heard Pomfrey mutter, "I have to tell his family." before scuttling away, but the words didn't quite register with him as he was too busy sorting out what had lead him to be here. He simply didn't understand.
Had he not turned it enough times? Glancing down, his brows shot up in alarm as he realized that while the time turner was still around his neck, it was not completely intact. The golden arches were scorched and melted and the delicate glass shattered, the precious glowing essence that had filled it, gone. In despair, Fred realized he had utterly bollocks his mission and failed his world. 'Fucking Death Eaters.'
"Fred? Fred!"
Another scuffling of feet and shouts of surprise roused Fred from his inner turmoil. He looked up and then leaped to his feet in surprise. His family stood before him; his mum and dad in the foreground with Bill and Charlie flanking his mother who held a weeping Ginny at her side. Percy was standing awkwardly apart from the rest of the Weasley clan, but still staring at him in awe like the rest. Fred choked when he caught sight of George and his eyes blurred as tears filled them. George's eyes were misted over as well as his face contorted in an effort to not begin sobbing. Ron was there as well, but it was the sight of the two people standing beside him that had Fred's breath hitching within his throat.
Standing on one side of his youngest brother, was Harry Potter, alive and well. And on Ron's other side...
"Hermione."
~*~*~*~*~
TBC...
Title: Persistence Through Time
Author: Buffybot76
Disclaimer: I do not own them, they belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. I am simply playing in her sandbox.
Pairing: Fred/Hermione, a little Ron/Hermione (but not for long)
Rating: M
Summary: Fred knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would win Hermione's heart again. It would just take a lot of persistence and a little bit of time.
Warnings (if applicable): Some bad language, Most likely sexual content will occur, but much later.
Genre: Romance/Drama
Author's Notes: This is an Alternate Universe fic... kinda. You'll understand what I mean after the first chapter.
- Chapter 1 -
Fred Weasley looked down at the object held in his trembling hands. It resembled a small hourglass encased in a wreath of precious metal and jasper and attached to a length of chain and filled with a glowing substance.
"Are you sure this will work?"
Fred looked up to meet the eyes of Remus Lupin. The werewolf wore a look of foreboding, indicating his hesitation to the red head's hastily put together plan.
"We're kinda out of options at this point, Reems." Fred spoke, his gaze drifting back down to the magical object in his hand. "Harry's dead. Voldemort's won. Something has to change or the rest of the Wizarding populace will be enslaved. Do you want that sort of future for little Teddy, to be a plaything for the amusement of a tyrannical madman?"
Lupin flinched at the image Fred's words brought to his mind. With Tonks gone, his infant son was all the werewolf had left in the world and he wouldn't allow the innocent child to suffer. He would give his life before that happened. Looking back at the last remaining Weasley, the sandy haired wizard nodded. "Will it send you back far enough?"
Fred swallowed hard, tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he recalled all that had been sacrificed in order to create this particular time turner. How much magic had to have been harnessed and the price it cost in order to do it.
'Hermione...'
"It's been imbued with every ounce of magic that was held within the brightest witch of our age," His voice broke for a moment and he clenched his fist around the time turner in order to gather himself enough to continue speaking. "The woman I loved with my entire being sacrificed herself in order to ensure that we succeed. It will work. It has to."
She had been beautiful, his Hermione. She had begun to craft this object he held using the one she'd used during her third year. Unbeknownst to the Ministry, Dumbledore had hidden it within his office, and so it had been spared when the other time travel devices had been destroyed. Once the Headmaster died, Minerva had taken it and placed it in a more secure location. Only when Harry had been slain by Voldemort and things looked hopeless, had the cat animagus given it over to his love. With her brilliant mind, she'd easily enhanced the turner to allow it to take its wearer further back in time than ever before. It had taken an incredible amount of magic to make it so. So much, in fact, it had left the brunette witch completely drained.
She'd been defenseless when the Death Eaters had shown up. Having hidden the time turner, she'd just sent an owl to him with both explanation and instructions when they'd attacked. She hadn't stood a chance.
She was already gone by the time he'd arrived. He remembered holding her broken, lifeless body in his arms, wordless sounds of grief pouring from his lips. It had been just as painful, if not more so, as when George had been ripped from him during the final battle. He'd laid her to rest beside Harry, her brother in magic, if not in name, and then had begun planning.
Six months after Harry Potter had been defeated by Voldemort, and three weeks after the love of his life had been taken from him, Fred Weasley was ready.
Remus shifted forward, raising a hand to rest on Fred's shoulder and giving it a squeeze of encouragement. Fred met Remus' eyes one final time and nodded once. The hand slid off of the red head's shoulder and turning slightly, the werewolf Disapparated away to leave his friend to his destiny.
Fred took a deep breath, allowing an image of Hermione to enter his mind, instilling a sense of determination in his soul. He would not let her down. Looping the chain around his neck, he turned the small hourglass the appropriate number of turns as Hermione had instructed only weeks ago. Just as he was about to let loose the glass to spin, the sound of wood splintering filled his ears as the door was blasted from its hinges and a flurry of hexes were being hurled in his direction. Startled, he stumbled back, his fingers letting loose the delicate spindle and the magic was initiated, engulfing him in a warmth that he'd only felt in the arms of his beloved.
A second before Fred disappeared, a stray curse struck the time turner and it shattered.
~*~*~*~
The sound of cheers was the first thing he became aware of as Fred Weasley regained consciousness. He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he shifted uncomfortably on the stone floor he lay upon. A gasp from his side alerted him to the fact that he was not alone and he shot up, eyes darting in the direction of movement to his right. His hand reached to his side for his wand, only to find it wasn't there. He blinked as he took in the sight of Madam Pomfrey staring at him in disbelief.
"Poppy?" He winced at the croaking sound his voice made. For some reason his throat seemed parched and he had to swallow multiple times in order to moisten it enough to speak correctly. "How are you...? You shouldn't be alive."
"I should say the same for you, Mr. Weasley." The medi-witch promptly replied as she shifted closer to him now. She raised her wand and began passing it around his body in a diagnostic scan. She didn't say anything else for a moment as she looked over the results of her examination. "It's impossible. All your injuries are healed completely. It's as if you were never..."
Fred's brows drew together in confusion as her words made no sense to him whatsoever. He glanced around at his surroundings and realised that he was sitting in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. It was in total disarray as it had been during the final battle, a triage having been set up to tend the wounded and fallen. It was where he had last seen his beloved twin. George had been taken from him along with his entire family. If it had not been for Hermione, he'd have surely walked out into the midst of battle and allowed the Death Eaters to end his life. But she had been there. Never leaving his side until her final sacrifice.
He heard Pomfrey mutter, "I have to tell his family." before scuttling away, but the words didn't quite register with him as he was too busy sorting out what had lead him to be here. He simply didn't understand.
Had he not turned it enough times? Glancing down, his brows shot up in alarm as he realized that while the time turner was still around his neck, it was not completely intact. The golden arches were scorched and melted and the delicate glass shattered, the precious glowing essence that had filled it, gone. In despair, Fred realized he had utterly bollocks his mission and failed his world. 'Fucking Death Eaters.'
"Fred? Fred!"
Another scuffling of feet and shouts of surprise roused Fred from his inner turmoil. He looked up and then leaped to his feet in surprise. His family stood before him; his mum and dad in the foreground with Bill and Charlie flanking his mother who held a weeping Ginny at her side. Percy was standing awkwardly apart from the rest of the Weasley clan, but still staring at him in awe like the rest. Fred choked when he caught sight of George and his eyes blurred as tears filled them. George's eyes were misted over as well as his face contorted in an effort to not begin sobbing. Ron was there as well, but it was the sight of the two people standing beside him that had Fred's breath hitching within his throat.
Standing on one side of his youngest brother, was Harry Potter, alive and well. And on Ron's other side...
"Hermione."
~*~*~*~*~
TBC...