The Time Turner Chpt 3
Previous Chapters: Chapter one Chapter two
Chapter Three
Dumbledore watched Hermione intently as she finished informing him of her situation, and though it didn't look it, his mind was in overdrive as he thought of how to help the Gryffindor in front of him. “Miss Granger, could I see the time turner please?”
“Of course,” Hermione lifted the chain over her head, laying it in the headmasters hand gingerly to prevent damaging it further. Albus inspected it through his half moon spectacles, before finally pursing his lips and looking at Hermione.
“I'm afraid this isn't something that can be fixed in any short amount of time. Nor can we take another from the Ministry of Magic - as I'm sure you're aware, these are very dangerous times with Voldemort on the loose, and if anyone outside this school hears of you, you'll be in more danger then you need to be.”
Hermione nodded slowly, unable to help but think that the danger she would be in here, couldn't be much worse to her time. “What will happen to me until it is fixed then, Sir?”
“You will continue your schooling as normal. I'll tell the staff and students that you are an exchange student. I will allow you to elaborate on the story - I trust your judgment on how to go about it. I see you are in Gryffindor, however you will need to be sorted again in order to continue the exchange charade. I'm sure you'll be put into Gryffindor once again, unless the hat sees something new in you.”
Hermione nodded again, only more eagerly this time. She couldn't help but feel that little bit excited - if her memory was correct, she was about to start schooling with Harry's parents, Sirius and Remus. This alone was enough to lesson the loss and worry she was beginning to feel. “Sir, there's only one problem... I only have my wand, the clothes I'm wearing and a few school books... and I haven't any money on me.”
There was a twinkle in Dumbledore's eye as he gave her a small, understanding smile. “Not to worry Miss Granger, we have a, uh... orphans fund we can dip into to assist you. It's currently the middle of the school day, so might I suggest you visit Diagon Alley now and get your supplies?”
“Oh, that would be ever so wonderful Professor. I can't thank you enough.”
As Hermione finished speaking, Dumbledore took two spare sheets of parchment and tapped them each with a wand. One of these he folded and put in an envelope, as well as a key which Hermione assumed opened the orphans funds, and the other he simply folded. “Give the envelope to one of the Goblins at Gringotts - he'll give you a set amount, the other sheet is the books for every subject we offer here, you only have to buy the ones relevant to you. You should also have enough for clothes.” Dumbledore once again smiled at Hermione, handing her the objects.
“Now, off you trot. Ask those serving at each shop to shrink your purchases for you.”
Hermione bit down on her lip, holding back an excited grin as she stood, walked to the fireplace and reached for the pot which held the floo powder. As she did, Dumbledore noticed something. “Oh, and Miss Granger?”
“Yes, Professor?”
Dumbledore gave a lazy flick of his wand, removing all traces of Gryffindor from Hermione's attire. “Best to blend into the past, rather then stand apart.”
Hermione finally allowed the grin to break through, nodded once, and stepped into the blazing green flames of the fireplace.
Had Hermione not known she was in a completely different time period, she probably wouldn't have noticed the difference with Diagon Alley. However, she was well aware of her situation, and she could pin point many things different. Here and there she spotted a shop that appeared to be dedicated to the dark arts, which was rather surprising, and even Olivanders looked different, its paint not peeling, but appearing fresh.
Head turning left and right, Hermione felt as she did her first trip to Diagon Alley as she made her way to Gringott's. She was comforted to know that the wizard bank was not at all different to the one she was used to, and she glanced at the warning poem on the doors as she entered the cool marble building.
It didn't take Hermione long to find a free Goblin, and she handed the long fingered creature the envelope. It took a moment to read the letter, before calling over another Goblin who led Hermione through a set of doors and called up a cart from within the dark tunnel. As they entered the cart, Hermione learnt the Goblins name was Carlosphen, but not much conversation occurred between the two.
When they arrive at vault, Hermione stumbled when she got out of the cart - she had never been able to walk straight after riding in one. As Carlosphen opened the vault and entered, Hermione peered inside and couldn't help but gape at the amount of gold inside. The floor was completely flooded with coins, and the edge of it was just two feet from the door. Hermione estimated it was roughly four foot high. If she looked closely, she could also tell that it was extremely well set out so that there was always a pile of each gold type in reach.
Carlosphen's back was to her, so Hermione couldn't see put in the white pouch he carried, but when he came out of the vault and shut it securely behind him, Hermione nearly dropped the pouch when he handed it to her. Peeking inside, Hermione gasped at the about of galleons inside - she had never held so much money at one time, and she had never been one to lack money considering her parents were dentists.
The ride but up to the surface went quicker then on the way down, and as she emerged into the sunlight Hermione hurriedly tucked the bag of gold within her cloak, took out the list of supplies and began her shopping.
While Hermione was enjoying her shopping in Diagon Alley, Ron, Harry and Draco were being filled in further on Hermione's situation. Snape stood in a corner, looking very uninterested, while Minivera sat with the boys across from Albus, occasionally putting in her two pence. Half an hour had passed when suddenly the fire place burst into emerald green flames, and a tall, blonde haired man stepped out. Even if one didn't know the Malfoy's, they would instantly know that Lucius and Draco were father and son.
“Ah, Lucius, I'm glad you could make it so quickly.” Albus smiled at the man, who simply nodded his head curtly in return.
“Dumbledore, Minivera...” Lucius glanced at the corner where Snape stood, and a smile curled at the death eaters mouth, though it didn't reach his eyes. “Severus... glad to know I'm not in this alone.”
Snape sneered, but it was obvious there was a respect between the two. “How did Cissy react?”
Lucius gave a humorless laugh, the fact that they weren't alone momentarily forgotten. “How do you expect? Wants to see the girl as soon as she gets back, insists I bring her into our home.” Lucius' upper lip curled slightly, and Snape narrowed his eyes suspiciously. They would have continued their conversation had Draco not spoken.
“Father, what on earth is going on?”
Lucius ignored his son, instead he turned to Dumbledore. “How did it happen? You never did tell us that after she left.”
“It was in your best interest, Lucius. Draco, I believe you have some explaining to do to your father. Harry, Ronald, I think its best you run along to the great hall - lunch will be served in five minutes.” Ron's stomach emitted a soft gurgling sound in response, but both he and Harry and Ron were reluctant to leave. After a few moments, McGonogall shooed them away. As soon as Harry and Ron had left, along with McGonogall who had to check on her classroom, Lucius rounded on Draco.
“What on earth did you do, boy?”
Draco flinched as if struck by a physical blow. His father rarely used the look and tone he was using now, and never at the same time, so Draco felt he had every right to feel ashamed and frightened. Lowering his gaze, Draco murmured softly. “She bumped into me when she was using it, it broke when she fell over.”
Lucius narrowed his eyes at Draco, but didn't question him further, even though he knew the boy was lying. Lucius returned his attention to Dumbledore. “Is there anything you can do to stop this?”
Dumbledore smiled, the twinkle in his eye obviously pulling Lucius to the edge. “Lucius, you should know as well as I that nothing can change what has happened. At the time it was purely your judgment and choices, you will just have to learn to live with the memory. I advise you at least be grateful to your wife, for it sounds as if she's embraced the memory like a long lost friend - which, I suppose, it is.”
Lucius scowled. “Fine. Good Day, Dumbledore. Severus, shall we speak in your office? Draco, go to lunch. I don't want to hear from you until I'm ready, understood?”
Draco nodded silently, hurrying out of the room. Severus and Lucius left soon after, but not before Severus and Albus had shared an extremely unusual look. It seemed they were both highly amused, and obviously suspicious. Had Lucius seen that look, he would have questioned the relationship of the two professors.
Chapter Three
Dumbledore watched Hermione intently as she finished informing him of her situation, and though it didn't look it, his mind was in overdrive as he thought of how to help the Gryffindor in front of him. “Miss Granger, could I see the time turner please?”
“Of course,” Hermione lifted the chain over her head, laying it in the headmasters hand gingerly to prevent damaging it further. Albus inspected it through his half moon spectacles, before finally pursing his lips and looking at Hermione.
“I'm afraid this isn't something that can be fixed in any short amount of time. Nor can we take another from the Ministry of Magic - as I'm sure you're aware, these are very dangerous times with Voldemort on the loose, and if anyone outside this school hears of you, you'll be in more danger then you need to be.”
Hermione nodded slowly, unable to help but think that the danger she would be in here, couldn't be much worse to her time. “What will happen to me until it is fixed then, Sir?”
“You will continue your schooling as normal. I'll tell the staff and students that you are an exchange student. I will allow you to elaborate on the story - I trust your judgment on how to go about it. I see you are in Gryffindor, however you will need to be sorted again in order to continue the exchange charade. I'm sure you'll be put into Gryffindor once again, unless the hat sees something new in you.”
Hermione nodded again, only more eagerly this time. She couldn't help but feel that little bit excited - if her memory was correct, she was about to start schooling with Harry's parents, Sirius and Remus. This alone was enough to lesson the loss and worry she was beginning to feel. “Sir, there's only one problem... I only have my wand, the clothes I'm wearing and a few school books... and I haven't any money on me.”
There was a twinkle in Dumbledore's eye as he gave her a small, understanding smile. “Not to worry Miss Granger, we have a, uh... orphans fund we can dip into to assist you. It's currently the middle of the school day, so might I suggest you visit Diagon Alley now and get your supplies?”
“Oh, that would be ever so wonderful Professor. I can't thank you enough.”
As Hermione finished speaking, Dumbledore took two spare sheets of parchment and tapped them each with a wand. One of these he folded and put in an envelope, as well as a key which Hermione assumed opened the orphans funds, and the other he simply folded. “Give the envelope to one of the Goblins at Gringotts - he'll give you a set amount, the other sheet is the books for every subject we offer here, you only have to buy the ones relevant to you. You should also have enough for clothes.” Dumbledore once again smiled at Hermione, handing her the objects.
“Now, off you trot. Ask those serving at each shop to shrink your purchases for you.”
Hermione bit down on her lip, holding back an excited grin as she stood, walked to the fireplace and reached for the pot which held the floo powder. As she did, Dumbledore noticed something. “Oh, and Miss Granger?”
“Yes, Professor?”
Dumbledore gave a lazy flick of his wand, removing all traces of Gryffindor from Hermione's attire. “Best to blend into the past, rather then stand apart.”
Hermione finally allowed the grin to break through, nodded once, and stepped into the blazing green flames of the fireplace.
Had Hermione not known she was in a completely different time period, she probably wouldn't have noticed the difference with Diagon Alley. However, she was well aware of her situation, and she could pin point many things different. Here and there she spotted a shop that appeared to be dedicated to the dark arts, which was rather surprising, and even Olivanders looked different, its paint not peeling, but appearing fresh.
Head turning left and right, Hermione felt as she did her first trip to Diagon Alley as she made her way to Gringott's. She was comforted to know that the wizard bank was not at all different to the one she was used to, and she glanced at the warning poem on the doors as she entered the cool marble building.
It didn't take Hermione long to find a free Goblin, and she handed the long fingered creature the envelope. It took a moment to read the letter, before calling over another Goblin who led Hermione through a set of doors and called up a cart from within the dark tunnel. As they entered the cart, Hermione learnt the Goblins name was Carlosphen, but not much conversation occurred between the two.
When they arrive at vault, Hermione stumbled when she got out of the cart - she had never been able to walk straight after riding in one. As Carlosphen opened the vault and entered, Hermione peered inside and couldn't help but gape at the amount of gold inside. The floor was completely flooded with coins, and the edge of it was just two feet from the door. Hermione estimated it was roughly four foot high. If she looked closely, she could also tell that it was extremely well set out so that there was always a pile of each gold type in reach.
Carlosphen's back was to her, so Hermione couldn't see put in the white pouch he carried, but when he came out of the vault and shut it securely behind him, Hermione nearly dropped the pouch when he handed it to her. Peeking inside, Hermione gasped at the about of galleons inside - she had never held so much money at one time, and she had never been one to lack money considering her parents were dentists.
The ride but up to the surface went quicker then on the way down, and as she emerged into the sunlight Hermione hurriedly tucked the bag of gold within her cloak, took out the list of supplies and began her shopping.
While Hermione was enjoying her shopping in Diagon Alley, Ron, Harry and Draco were being filled in further on Hermione's situation. Snape stood in a corner, looking very uninterested, while Minivera sat with the boys across from Albus, occasionally putting in her two pence. Half an hour had passed when suddenly the fire place burst into emerald green flames, and a tall, blonde haired man stepped out. Even if one didn't know the Malfoy's, they would instantly know that Lucius and Draco were father and son.
“Ah, Lucius, I'm glad you could make it so quickly.” Albus smiled at the man, who simply nodded his head curtly in return.
“Dumbledore, Minivera...” Lucius glanced at the corner where Snape stood, and a smile curled at the death eaters mouth, though it didn't reach his eyes. “Severus... glad to know I'm not in this alone.”
Snape sneered, but it was obvious there was a respect between the two. “How did Cissy react?”
Lucius gave a humorless laugh, the fact that they weren't alone momentarily forgotten. “How do you expect? Wants to see the girl as soon as she gets back, insists I bring her into our home.” Lucius' upper lip curled slightly, and Snape narrowed his eyes suspiciously. They would have continued their conversation had Draco not spoken.
“Father, what on earth is going on?”
Lucius ignored his son, instead he turned to Dumbledore. “How did it happen? You never did tell us that after she left.”
“It was in your best interest, Lucius. Draco, I believe you have some explaining to do to your father. Harry, Ronald, I think its best you run along to the great hall - lunch will be served in five minutes.” Ron's stomach emitted a soft gurgling sound in response, but both he and Harry and Ron were reluctant to leave. After a few moments, McGonogall shooed them away. As soon as Harry and Ron had left, along with McGonogall who had to check on her classroom, Lucius rounded on Draco.
“What on earth did you do, boy?”
Draco flinched as if struck by a physical blow. His father rarely used the look and tone he was using now, and never at the same time, so Draco felt he had every right to feel ashamed and frightened. Lowering his gaze, Draco murmured softly. “She bumped into me when she was using it, it broke when she fell over.”
Lucius narrowed his eyes at Draco, but didn't question him further, even though he knew the boy was lying. Lucius returned his attention to Dumbledore. “Is there anything you can do to stop this?”
Dumbledore smiled, the twinkle in his eye obviously pulling Lucius to the edge. “Lucius, you should know as well as I that nothing can change what has happened. At the time it was purely your judgment and choices, you will just have to learn to live with the memory. I advise you at least be grateful to your wife, for it sounds as if she's embraced the memory like a long lost friend - which, I suppose, it is.”
Lucius scowled. “Fine. Good Day, Dumbledore. Severus, shall we speak in your office? Draco, go to lunch. I don't want to hear from you until I'm ready, understood?”
Draco nodded silently, hurrying out of the room. Severus and Lucius left soon after, but not before Severus and Albus had shared an extremely unusual look. It seemed they were both highly amused, and obviously suspicious. Had Lucius seen that look, he would have questioned the relationship of the two professors.