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[hogwartsgirl007]

How To Rig A Time Turner

By: HogwartsGirl007
Rating: R/M
Pairings: H/G, HG/R, and others TBA

A/Notes: mentions of rape and other horrors but not too badly. give it a chance. swearing and drinking as well. Oh! and they have a mushy jar so be warned!!!

Prologue and Chapter One.

The ‘Aftermath’ children. In a world devastated by Voldemort, Can these unlikely Seven be the key to the ultimate defeat of Voldemort? What is left? Will this finally answer the question of why several portraits of the dead refuse to talk? Only time will tell in a tale that will take a group of kids and hurtle them into a reality that is too close to home... 


Chapter Two: The Department Of Tactical Defence

“Ten points from Slytherin Miss Snape.” Neville sighed as Colin Finnegan was taken to the hospital wing with vines growing out of the top of his head. His customary shudder occurred shortly after. It always did when he dealt with Bella. He loved the child and she had come to him on more than one occasion with a problem or just a need for a hug from an adult but in his mind he always saw Snape. It was like there were two Snapes, good and evil and they perched on his shoulders whenever Bella was around. If she needed comfort, the good Snape wouldn’t say anything, not even sneer. Bad Snape was always ready though every time he had to punish her, with the sneering and the jeering.

Lilly watched their Uncle with fascination. Bella had told her the internal debates that he has with himself and the good vs. Evil Snape that was in his mind. It was true that while he tried to treat everyone fair, he had a big mushy soft spot in his heart for Bella. Most of the teachers did. That girl gets away with everything even though they all maintain that they treat her fairly. Hell, her own father gives Bella special treatment but that is a whole other can of worms.

Every child that goes to Hogwarts knows what happened in the final battle. They know the story from the time Harry found out he was a wizard to the infamous ‘I want a sandwich’ quote an hour after the battle was won. Just last year her Aunt Hermione finished her book called ‘The Second Voldemort War: What really happened, who was involved and the events that led to Voldemort’s destruction’ co-written by Uncle Ron and her Mum and Dad. The funny thing was, the book put the Ministry in a very bad position but they had no choice but to endorse the book. When the war ended, the golden trio and Mum wanted to make sure that justice was served and that no mistakes were made. The next day, the Department of Tactical Defence was created and it consisted of four people... guess who. Basically the Ministry pays them all to do what they want as long as they work with the Ministry. It is her Aunt Hermione’s dream job. She gets to do what she wants when she wants.

“Miss Potter, you are going to be covered in vines in about five seconds.” Uncle Neville’s voice broke through the fog in my head.

Shit.

Flinging the vines in a rather undignified manner I smiled sheepishly and got back to work. Bella sniggered. I flung the handful of seeds that I had managed to gather and she shrieked and ducked... of course they had to hit Uncle Neville. It just wouldn’t be right if they hadn’t.

That was how I found myself marching up to the Headmistress’ office. Ya for me! Vincent let me through. Most people think that I am crazy. They all tell me that the Gargoyle doesn’t have a name but one day, and don’t ask me why I did it, I asked him and he politely told me that it was Vincent.

She wasn’t in. Well she was probably ‘busy’ and was trying to make me sweat a little. It wasn’t working. I took the time to study the portraits ok ok I stared at the portrait of Severus Snape and tried to imagine having him as a father. Everyone who knows Bella has tried it at least once. The portrait never moves. Neither does Albus’. They both just blink and scowl.

“Headmasters.” I bowed. Aunt Hermione has tried every trick in the book to get them to talk but to no avail.

“Miss Potter.” I sputtered a laugh. Albus Dumbledore was looking at me. Great. I’ve gone loony. “Seven of eight must go back and get what she missed. One death to protect the phoenix and its chick. Magic in suspension unable to finish until the parallels of time are once again properly aligned.”

“Ok.” I just nodded. Grabbing a quill and parchment out of my bag I jotted it down to sent to my Aunt. And I looked up at the once again stationary Albus Dumbledore. Well, if one spoke, maybe the other had some wisdom to impart. Who the hell knows I mean I’m best friends with a mind reader and I once saw a metamorphous naked... nothing surprises me anymore.

“Headmaster Snape?”  He blinked and sucked in a ragged breath. That startled me. His voice was wheezy.

“One of the Hallows Three resides in the forest. Answers will be given. Find the ring and take care of my girl.” He went silent.

“I will sir. We all do.” I wrote it down and marched out. Until I ran into the Headmistress and received my detention. I will admit that I really couldn’t think. I just knew that I had to get everyone together to discuss what just happened and write a letter to Aunt Hermione.

I ran into Alberus first. “come.” And I kept walking. He knows me well and when I say come or skip class... he usually does. I’m not too sure how long Bella has been following me but somehow she appeared out of nowhere and latched onto my arm.

“I rounded the others, they are meeting us in our Common room.” I shook my head in wonder. Bella’s ability to read minds is frightening at times.

“I’m just attuned to you Loony Lilly.”

“Ha. Ha. Aren’t we the funny one?” I rolled my eyes to make sure that my point got across. She lifted an eyebrow.

“What do you think it all means?” she asked quietly unconsciously pulling me closer. She is a very hands on person more touchy feely than a lot of others are. Not that I mind. I pondered her question.

“Eight of us. Me, You, Alberus, Teddy Vikki...”

“Eight? For the love of Merlin Lils you know I don’t hear everything you say, only if I am listening. I just caught that you need to talk to us ASAP. That and you keep repeating ‘Magic in suspension unable to finish until the parallels of time are once again properly aligned.’”

“Oh.” Was my wonderful reply. I can give my Uncle Ron a run for his money in the eloquent department. Of course I knew that she wasn’t constantly listening cause she would go crazy but one tended to forget when she answered a lot of your thoughts. She kept shit to herself though if you thought something nasty. She wasn’t one to judge or blackmail.

Oh God. I rolled my eyes again and continued to tug Lilly along. She was smart as a whip most of the time and others you’d swear she was... James Potter in his normal hyperactive really bouncy almost sixteen year old self. Uncle Harry has said on more than one occasion that he got tired just watching him.

“What’s going on Bells?” Alberus fell into step with us. God he hates the nickname. Doesn’t help much that I gave him that nickname but whatever.

“The Portraits spoke to Lilly.” I whispered for some unknown reason. His eye’s bugged.

“Your... and him?” he said and I felt a huge smile break out on my face. Not too many people would understand what he just said.

“I think so. Common.”

Some days I wonder what Salazar would have said if he knew that such an assortment of people hang out in the Slytherin common room.

“That doesn’t surprise me actually.” Alberus voiced out loud. I turned as did Lilly, our heads barley avoided collision. He shrugged.

“You have this weird fascination with the dead and neurocrmancy.  Either that or they were simply waiting for you. You are a Potter after all.” I snorted and pushed through the portrait door into the common room. Lilly stuck out her tongue at him but said nothing. Sad thing was: Alberus was completely right. I hate that.

Dear Mum/Aunt Hermione, Dad/Uncle Ron, Mum/Aunt Ginny, Dad/Uncle Harry/Godfather/Destroyer of Voldemort!

Hey Guys! We all miss you so much! School has been pretty boring unless you count Lilly making Uncle Neville sprout Vines all over his person or Teddy turning into a suit of Armour and chasing the Headmistress... and Filch ok maybe Professor Sprout but it was all in good fun. His detentions should be over before the holidays so that is a bonus.

All school news aside something interesting happened to Lilly today that relates to the project that you guys have hung up for the moment... Maybe if one or two of you could arrange to pop in sometime... James’ version of soon would be just fabs. Not all four of you cause that would be embarrassing.

Miss you all, Love you all,

Bella, Lilly, Alberus, Teddy, Vikki, Mya, & Rose.

p.s. I’m sure everyone else says hi but there are so many of us and quite frankly I’m not going to track however many of us there are here and get them to write something. ~ Bella.

P.s.s Destroyer of Voldemort was from Jaden... she has a weird habit of pumping her fist every time she says it. It’s kind of cute~Mya.

“Ok. Hung up. So I’m going to take a wild guess Mione, Lilly accidently did what you have not been able to do in over ten years and that is why you’re tearing your hair out because it is way too late to go to the School.” Ron had read the letter over her shoulder and was fairly certain that he had figured it out.

“That is my take on it Ronald.” She sighed wearily.  “We have to go over to Harry and Ginny’s and talk about this.” Ron sighed. It was two in the morning and he still, unfortunately remembered what happened the last time he went over there at two in the morning on Hermione’s orders. He shuddered. Hermione seemed to be on the same track of though because she sighed.

“Damnit. You’re right.” Ron laughed.

“I always am.” Hermione rolled her eyes but trudged on up the stairs to bed. They would figure it out in the morning. She had wished that they had included what the Portraits had said but they all had it drilled into them by Harry that nothing was ever to be revealed in letters that might be harmful to the cause. Unless what they had to say was so vital that they might not mind a two am wakeup call...

“No Hermione. Bed.” to emphasize he pointed to it while he was taking off his shirt. She did a small double take as his pants were already off. Apparently she thought and dozed at the same time nowadays. She then had to laugh as it finally caught up to her that Ron knew exactly what she was thinking and that was no easy feat.

“You are muttering Mione; it’s not too hard to guess what about.”

Ron sighed as his wife of almost seventeen years (they got married after the twins were born) still stood in thought. He opened a drawer and pulled out a nightgown and put her in it. She just moved as directed she was so lost in thought. After he managed to get her into bed he slung an arm across her to make sure she didn’t run until morning. Her wand was in the corner and if she so much as shifted in her sleep he would know.