Tag-Team Fic, Chapter 12
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Title: The Other Turn
Author: miss_morland
Chapter: 12
Rating (this chapter): G/PG
Pairings (this chapter): none
Warnings: none
Word Count (this chapter): 493
Author's Notes: Time-travels make my head spin for a reason...
Harry swallowed and bowed his head. He had already done enough. He was resolved to accept any help, and do what needed to be done.
‘We have an agreement.’
Rowena nodded and then dragged Harry out of the door.
Rowena led him through a hallway and into a room where books covered every wall - perhaps it was her own private library, Harry thought. He supposed Hermione would have given her front teeth to be in his shoes right now, although Harry himself did not feel as lucky.
'You may wait here for a while,' she told him, then frowned, as if remembering that he was, when it came down to it, a guest of sorts. 'Would you like anything to eat?'
'No thanks,' Harry said self-consciously. Hours must have passed since Luna's sandwiches, but he did not feel hungry at all.
'Very well.' Rowena walked to the door, then turned to look at him. 'Stay here until I get back, please.'
Harry nodded.
After she left, Harry walked restlessly about the room, unable to relax. Yes, he'd agreed to follow the Founders' orders, but to be here, without any idea what they would do ...
Suddenly he heard voices coming from the other side of the door - someone was in the hallway, talking intently. Harry sidled up to the door and pressed his ear against it.
'This,' Salazar said, 'proves what I have told you all along. Only purity of blood may safeguard a wizard from the terrible dangers of magic gone wrong.'
'But they are only boys," someone protested. Harry recognised it as Godric Gryffindor's voice.
'And neither of them are pure.' There was a pause. 'You saw what happened, my friend - or rather, what will happen, if our kind does not remain firm and true to ourselves. The boys are dangerous, yes, but the greatest danger lies in what they represent - namely mayhem and destruction.'
There was another silence, then Godric spoke again.
'Perhaps you are right.'
Harry froze.
'Come,' Godric said, starting to walk. 'Let us discuss this outside.'
Not until the sounds of footsteps had disappeared completely, did Harry allow himself to breathe again. He closed his eyes, rested his back against the wall, and let himself slide down to the floor.
If the other Founders did indeed agree to Salazar's plan, if Hogwarts became a school for pure-bloods only, if half-bloods and Muggleborns weren't allowed to attend, if his mother and his father didn't meet ...
The memory of his father kissing Sirius struck his mind like a hand grenade. He swallowed and swallowed, his stomach churning.
If Salazar had his way now, Harry himself wouldn't be born!
Harry buried his face in his hands. Why, why, why had he ever touched the Time-Turner? What would happen if he tried to go home to a time in which he didn't even exist?
The only thing that seemed clear to him was that Salazar must be stopped. But how?