Disclaimer: I own...men in black suits! And NO, mrscribble a.k.a my sister, you CANNOT borrow them, as they listen to ME! and ME ONLY! Oh...and they also listen to JK Rowling. And other disclaimer people. Anyways! They aren't what I'm supposed to be writing about. I'm writing a disclaimer! *Mummy! Look! Aren't you proud of me, Mummy? Mummy?* *ahem* As I was saying. I don't own all the quotes from the books I use in this chapter. Though I'd like to, I don't have her talent in writing. Doesn't everyone wish they did??? Anyway, yes, don't own it, and unfortunately never will. *offers men in suits lemonade* *they gladly accept* Thanks to my reviewers. Here are my little response thingies. forsakenpheonix~~wow. Your name is heaps cool. Really? You think so? what a nice review. Lani~~hi again! As far as I know, I'm no part british *god, I'm ASIAN!* but hm...I'd like to be british...I say mum tho. cuz I'm australian/canadian?? what the? I'm confusing myself...lol. Thanks for all your great reviews!!! thats it...only two. I've finally started school. >.< yuk. The summer's over! Forever! Nooooo!!! No more endless reading and trying to write fanfics! No way! *cries* I go to school in Vancouver, B.C. I don't want to see what winter's like here. I'm from Australia! I'm used to the heat! Ah well...I'll live. Then again...MAYBE NOT!! Heh...am I too melodramatic? OOPS! I need to get on with the story. *ahem* -could someone please tell me what happens when they go into the past? Like, when they return, is it the same time that they dropped it, and they just are the same? Neh...I don't know how to explain. Or is the time messed up because the time-turner's broken, so instead they just disappear, and, say they spend 5 days in the past, they're gone for 5 days? Meep. I don't know. Someone please tell me if they know. Otherwise I'll just go with the latter. Er...OK. The story. Right. The ants go marching one by one hurrah, hurrah... onwards, faithful readers! *hefts sword up* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harry was exhausted. Who would have thought that a meeting Lily's friends and a game of wizard chess would be so tiring? His head hit the pillow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A spinning vortex of colour; red, green, blue; lifted Harry off the ground. He floated in the midst, his body seemingly weightless. He watched interestedly as a gold streak of light fluttered in front of his eyes...was that the snitch? He let his Quidditch instincts get the better of him. His hand reached out to touch the golden ball. Suddenly, the world spun. He felt himself being sucked into something, something so small he could barely breathe. A burst of colour, and he was free. Shapes and sounds flashed past him. Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh. Harry - yer a wizard. HAVE YOU GONE MAD? ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT? Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised. He drifted through his memories of his first year. Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf. STOP! STOP! MIND THAT TREE! CRUNCH. Let me rip you...let me tear you...let me kill you... Hermione, frozen still; Ron pale and staring at her. The sword pierced the top of the Basilisk's mouth...the fang drove into Harry's arm. Second year....Harry thought absently. They were coming faster now. More memories appeared in the colourful mess; memories flooding in like a dam were broken. Aunt Marge, floating to the ceiling. Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off - Hermione slapping Malfoy across the face. A black dog, a Grim. A ginger orange cat, spread over the chest of a man. But I won't deny that I am a werewolf. EXPECTO PATRONUM! Prongs... Third year flashed by. He smiled as he watched the memories. BULGARIA: ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY, IRELAND: ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY. The family of Mr Roberts, controlled by invisible strings, hung in the air. A great, green, smoky skull with a serpent tongue glittered in the dark sky. ...The Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year. Not spew; it's S - P - E - W. Stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. A green ribbon appeared. Harry felt compelled to touch it. It felt real, unlike everything else around him at the moment. He could feel a jerking behind his navel, exactly the same feeling as when he used a Portkey, but he didn't move anywhere. Instead the colours shifted. Scenes appeared that he had never seen before, but he felt comfortable with them, not like he was peeking into someone else's private business. A black-haired man, wearing a suit, stood at the front of a church. He looked familiar. His beautiful bride made her way up the aisle. A long lacy veil covered her red hair. Harry could see many other red heads sitting as guests in the church. Harry guessed that this was his parents' wedding. The bride stood at the altar, smiling up at the man before her. A little time flashed by, like it was a video on fast-forward. It stopped, and Harry could hear the priest talking. "Do you, Harry Potter, take Ginny Weasley as your lawfully wedded wife?" "I do." Harry floated in shock. What was that? That wasn't the future, was it? Before Harry could think any more, another scene met his eyes. He stopped to watch. A little red-headed boy toddled around on the grass. His parents stood nearby, smiling as he unsteadily placed one foot in front of the other. He started to waver, and his mother rushed to catch him as he fell. It was the same woman Harry saw before. "Don't worry, James, Mummy's here." The man stepped forward. Harry's stomach gave a little lurch. He recognized the man as himself. The scene dissolved, and again, it was replaced. A woman standing on the same backyard as the previous scene, watched as the parents guided their son around the grass. A tall man with a shock of red hair and a grin on his face swept her up in his arms. The woman laughed. "Put me down, Ron!" Ron? The man put her down, and twirled her, like they were dancing. The woman's brown, frizzy hair flew around, and she laughed again. "Look at Harry and Ginny. Isn't their son gorgeous?" Ron smiled at her. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. "Yeah..." He said distantly. Harry watched as the scene "fast-forwarded". The man who was Ron lifted the woman up again. Harry was curious as to whom the woman was. Who could stop Ron from liking Hermione? Ron and his girlfriend disapparated, and appeared at a restaurant. Harry felt guilty, because they didn't know that he was looking in. But still he watched. He watched as they ate their way through five courses. Finally, someone spoke. "Ron, why are we eating here today?" "I have something to ask you." "Yes?" Harry could see Ron gulping. "I-I was wondering-when we watched Harry and Ginny...well...would you want to be like that?" The woman was confused. Suddenly a look of comprehension dawned on her face. "Ron-" He interrupted her, and held out something small. "Will you marry me, Hermione Granger?" The picture dissolved. Harry drifted along in thoughtfulness. Ron and Hermione? They finally got together? Then that means that he and Ginny...No way! Well, Harry had to admit, he did fancy Ginny. Harry waited for another scene to appear, but it never did. All of a sudden, a ribbon appeared, not unlike the one that felt like a portkey, but it was red. He eagerly reached out for it, to see what else the future had in store. He felt the jerking sensation. Bodies littered the ground, unmarked. Wizards and witches stood, shooting spells at black cloaked, hooded figures. People crumpled to the ground, dead. Harry was mortified. What was this? He tried to close his eyes but they seemed to be glued open. He stared on, horrified. A redheaded man stood in front of a bushy-haired woman with a bulge in her stomach. A cloaked figure pulled his hood down. Lucius Malfoy sneered at them. "You can't win, Weasley. Avada Kedavra!" Ron fell protecting Hermione. "Ron!" She straightened up, a steely glint in her eye. Despite her belly, she whipped out her wand. Lucius raised his wand. A cold voice sounded behind her. "AVADA KEDAVRA." Lucius' eyes widened as his life left him. Draco Malfoy stood behind Hermione, watching his father fall. He watched him fall, then his own eyes widened. He died standing. Hermione stared at Draco's still body, and looked for the person that killed him. She whispered in cold fury. "No one kills my husband and the person who protected me without getting away with it." She aimed her wand at a rapidly retreating figure. Green light streamed out her wand. "I've killed someone...oh..." Hermione sank to her knees. "Ron..." she sobbed. What? Since when does Malfoy care about what happens to Hermione? Since when did he stop looking up to his father like he was a god? Why are there so many familiar faces? Albus Dumbledore stood in the thick of the fight. His robes billowed around his feet. Streams of light emitted from his wand. Ginny Weasley fell, twitching on the ground. Neville Longbottom stared at her, horrified. He glanced around and a jet of green light hit a hooded figure. The Death Eater's hood dropped as they fell. Bellatrix Lestrange died at Neville's wand. Neville turned around, only to fall. Why are they dying? What's happening? What is this? Why is everyone fighting? Harry looked on helplessly as the Weasley family fell. He could see all the people he knew from Hogwarts. They died. The wall of Death Eaters around Dumbledore crumbled like it was made of loose dirt. He watched, horrified, as pale faces looked up in shock from the ground. Dead faces. Harry was shedding silent tears. How did this happen? The scene disappeared. Harry closed his eyes in relief. He looked up at the moving picture. Molly and Arthur Weasley stood together in front of a row of gravestones. Arthur had his arm around Molly. She was sobbing into his shoulder. They looked exhausted. "Arthur...Arthur...No parent should have to bury their children. No one should. Arthur..." Bill Weasley. Percy Weasley. Ron Weasley. Ginny Weasley. George Weasley stood in front of a gravestone. His eyes stared blankly at the name written on it. The name stood out in bold letters. Fred Weasley. George reached out his hand. Tears formed in his eyes and he knelt by his twin's grave, his head bowed. Charlie Weasley stared out into space. No one could move him as he stood, staring at the blood red sun sinking in the west. Harry shook his head furiously. His eyes flooded with tears. No! What is going on? I don't want them to die! I don't want anyone to die! Albus Dumbledore scanned the stones, his face grave, weeping silent tears. Row after row of grey reminders of the past. He took in the names. Minerva McGonagall. Severus Snape. More Professors lay inside the ground. Neville Longbottom. Draco Malfoy. Oliver Wood. Angelina Johnson. Justin Finch-Fletchley. Cho Chang. Ernie MacMillan. Seamus Finnigan. The names of his students engraved onto cold stone tablets. The precious few that had survived stood with him. Dean Thomas stood at the foot of Seamus' grave. Luna Lovegood no longer looked dreamily over the horizon. She knelt at Neville's grave, crying. Harry gripped his head. No! I don't want to see this! Why are you showing me this? Why is this happening? Harry broke down into sobs, letting out everything as the gravestones flashed by. The pictures suddenly stopped. Harry curled into a ball, weeping into his knees. Harry. Harry turned around. A familiar face appeared. Lane seemed to be made of the colours whirling around; Harry could see faint traces of colour swimming under her skin, as if her skin was material stretched over the colour. She lifted her head. Her hair swirled around her small face. Crimson clashed with Emerald. Listen to me. Harry nodded. Her voiced echoed, like she was in a valley. You know what is happening in the future. He is rising. And the only one who can stop him meddles with time. The one to stop him strays foolishly into the past. Harry spoke out. "Hey! It was Ron that got us here, not-" Listen to me. Harry fell silent. What I have shown you may or may not happen. The future lies in your hands. "But how-" LISTEN. You don't know this. Do you really think that there is only one world? Those images that appeared when you touched that green ribbon are real. They are events that have happened. Harry was confused. There is another world, Harry. Those images were events happening in that world. That world, has defeated the Dark side. Lord Voldemort is but a mere memory. That world has no worries. It is the future, Harry, when you have done what you have to do. "What do-" Lane ignored him, and continued to mind-speak. The later images, are another world, much like the former. However, it has not passed its test with flying colours. Lord Voldemort has come to power. He rises. That battle you saw was The Last War. Those events have occurred already as well. That is the future as well; when you have not completed what you must set out to do. Harry was stunned. "But what do I-" Lane broke in. I do not know. I know these things, but only you can find out what you must do to defeat evil and bring the Dark side down. Harry slumped. How was he supposed to know? He watched Lane touch a silver star. She smiled, and then looked at Harry. Her features started to change, her face contorted. The eyes narrowed, darkened, slit pupils stared at him. A grotesque face stared at him, and twisted its mouth into a cruel smile. Lord Voldemort stood before him. He opened his mouth and a snake's tongue flicked at Harry. A high, cold, chilling laugh echoed around Harry. He tried to cover his ears, but a strange resistance held him. A flash of green light, a scream, then Voldemort raised one long, pale, finger, and pressed it against Harry's scar. The pain seared through his whole body, and Voldemort laughed again. Suddenly, Harry began shaking uncontrollably. He started to fall. He was falling...down, down, down...He could feel the air rushing past him, and he was still shaking like a leaf. His body rolled quickly from side to side, and he felt cold. He was falling... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Phew! That was exhausting. Was this chapter OK? I like this one. But it's a bit angsty, and not really part of the Romance part. Anyway, please Read and Review, tell me what you think about it. Flame, leave a nice review, whatever. Please review! ~~bluehoax

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