I am so sorry this took as long as it did! I have some pretty serious meical problems which can just drain my energy for days and sometimes weeks on end! Don't worry though I have no plans to give up on this or any of my other stories!

A soft if pained groan pulled Amelia from the Quidditch magazine she had found. The other boy was sitting up. She walked over to him and touched his nose with her wand. "Episkey." The boy winced as his nose corrected itself. "Better?"

"Yeah, thanks… Er, how did we get back to Hogwarts Miss?" The boy glanced over at Harry Potter who was still unconscious before turning his full attention to where Hermione was still being worked on. "Is Hermione going to be alright? What about Ron, Luna, and Ginny? Are they still there? Did you get the Death Eaters?"

Amelia lifted a hand. "Easy now, my name is Amelia Bones, I have been deputized as a Junior Unspeakable. From what Madam Pomfrey has said your friend Hermione will be fine. As for the other people you mentioned, I'm afraid I can't tell you if they are alright or not."

The boy's eyes widened in surprise when she had stated her name however his lips were pursed as he shook his head. "I'm Neville Longbottom, Miss Bones. Am I to understand that somehow Harry, Hermione, and myself traveled back in time?"

Amelia glanced over to the Unspeakable who walked over. "You recognized her name didn't you Mister Longbottom?"

"I did," Neville stated without volunteering any more information. As the Unspeakable hummed in consideration.

"Well, that explains the gold dust which was covering the three of you. Time turner dust, I have to admit I'm relieved you only traveled back as far as you did. With the amount of dust covering the three of you. Well, you are very lucky. Now I don't suppose you'd be willing to tell us how far in the future you three have traveled from?"

With a shake of his head, Neville kept his lips closed.

"Now Mister Longbottom if you don't tell us, there is nothing either myself nor anyone else can do to assist you." The Unspeakable took a seat between both boys noticing that Harry Potter was beginning to stir again.

"Didn't think there was a way to travel forward in time." Neville finally stated after a moment as Harry sat up. "Alright, Harry?"

"Alright, Neville…" Harry answered rubbing the back of his head. "Listen about what happened I'm you know…"

"Nah, no worries Mate, you weren't exactly in your right mind. What are we gonna do now?" Neville skillfully waved the apology away as both boys seemingly ignored the Unspeakable sitting between them.

Amelia bit her lip to keep from laughing. The Unspeakable looked very uncomfortable, it wasn't often after all that Unspeakables were ignored. Personally, Amelia thought it was good for everyone to be ignored now and again. Built character according to her older brother.

"Mister Potter, Mister Longbottom I must insist on being told what year you three have come from." The Unspeakable stated firmly. Neville and Harry glanced over at Hermione as one.

"When Hermione is awake and the three of us have had a chance to talk, I'm sure we'll be willing to answer all of your questions Miss." Harry finally replied glancing away from Hermione briefly.

After a moment the unspeakable nodded. "That seems fair, I can see you both are very worried for the young lady. Can you at least tell me what spell she was hit with?"

Harry frowned as he shook his head. "We don't know, you see Hermione noticed him and silenced him before he could let anyone else know that he had seen us. All I can tell you is that the curse was done with a slashing movement and it was like purple fire."

"Pomfrey I think we're dealing with the Burning Dagger curse. Interrupted obviously. Does that help?" The Unspeakable asked as Madam Pomphrey nodded before sending several potions back to the wall and replacing them with several others.

"I am now certain your friend will be just fine Misters Potter and Longbottom. If the Burning Dagger doesn't kill within five minutes, recovery is simply a matter of time."

Harry's shoulders slumped in relief. "Thank God… Without Hermione I just, I don't know how I'd be able…" He trailed off as Amelia smiled they probably were dating, she remembered how it had felt with her first love.

After a few moments of silence, the Unspeakable stood up "Alright, well since we aren't going to get anything out of you until Hermione wakes up I'd like to take a sampling of dust from your hair and then encourage both of you boys to take a shower. What house are you three in by the way?"

Harry glanced at Neville who shrugged. It was obvious neither boy thought that answering this question was that important. "Gryffindor, all three of us are Gryffindor fifth years."

"I see, well then I'll make sure you both will have clean uniforms to get into once you are out." The Unspeakable summoned three vials taking a sample of golden dust from both boys. "Madam Pomfrey if you would not mind removing a sample of the gold dust from Hermione's hair?"

Madam Pomfrey took the vial and after a moment returned it back with a small bit of the gold dust inside. "I estimate that Miss Hermione will be awake within the next hour. I would urge both of you to quickly shower, as I'm certain neither of you wishes to miss her waking up."

Neville glanced over at Harry who chuckled. "I don't need to be told twice. Besides Hermione doesn't need to see all this blood." He glanced over at Neville's stained jumper. "Especially the blood that is hers."

Amelia and the Unspeakable watched as both boys hurried to the connected washroom. It took less than fifteen minutes for both boys to return though she noticed neither had bothered to dry their hair as they took a seat on either side of Hermione.

The Unspeakable walked over to Madam Pomfrey. "Have you alerted the Headmaster of our 'guests'?"

"Only that you and Miss Bones brought in three unconscious teenagers of Hogwarts age who were not recognizable as students. As it's almost dinner time I imagine he'll be here within the next hour or two. Hopefully, time enough for the three of them to figure out exactly what it is they are willing to tell us about themselves if anything at all." And with a shrug, Madam Pomfrey returned to readying the potions Hermione would need to consume once awake.

Harry gently clutched Hermione's hand within both of his. "Come on Hermione… I need you to wake up, please. Neville and I can't do this without you. You know we'd just make a bloody mess of things."

With a sad chuckle, Neville shook his head. "He's not wrong Hermione, please open your eyes." Hesitating just a moment Neville took Hermione's other hand and squeezed it. Only for a grin too quickly blossom "Harry! She just squeezed my hand!"

"Come on Hermione! Open your eyes?" Harry gently ran his fingers through her fringe. A soft moan emerged from her as her eyes fluttered open.

"H-harry?"

"I'm right here Hermione and so is Neville." Harry hesitated a moment before touching his lips to her brow. "Listen to me but don't speak, somehow Neville, you and myself have wound up back in time. And not just a few hours… We're in the year nineteen sixty-nine." Harry whispered before pulling back to see Hermione's eyes widen as she gave the tiniest of nods.

After giving her patient a few minutes both to wake up and see that her friends were safe Madam Pomfrey came over with several potions motioning for the boys to give her room she explained to the young woman exactly what each potion was and in what order to take them. While Hermione appeared to pay strict attention she had not made a single noise since she had awoken with Harry's name on her lips.

Once Hermione had taken all of her potions and was magically cleaned of the dried blood covering her Harry cleared her throat. "Would you three allow us a few moments to discuss what we are willing to reveal to either you or anyone else?"

The Unspeakable seemed hesitant while Madame Pomfrey nodded. "Of course Mister Potter… that's correct, isn't it?" When Harry nodded she smiled. "Take the time that you need we'll be in my office just knock when you are done talking."

"Thank you, Madame, we truly appreciate the trust you are willing to show to three teenagers you have never met before." Hermione smiled as she sat up with a wince.

"Be careful about moving too much too soon Miss Hermione." Madame Pomfrey cautioned as Hermione blinked in surprise at being referred to by her first name.

"Granger, my surname is Granger. Harry's is Potter and Neville is Longbottom." Hermione shrugged as Neville glanced over at her. "Relax Neville, them knowing our surnames won't mean a thing for well, some time at least."

After a few more moments Amelia and Madame Pomfrey were able to convince the Unspeakable to go with them and leave the time travelers to discuss things.

Harry sighed in relief as the door shut firmly behind Amelia. "I can't believe that was Madame Bones, she looks like she's maybe eighteen! Alright, first things first. Hermione… are you okay?"

"I'm fine Harry, alright I suppose that is a bit of a fib, I will be okay once I have a chance to heal some. What about you and Neville? Are Ron, Ginny, and Luna alright?" Hermione glanced over at Neville who was clenching his hands into fists before turning her attention back to Harry who glanced away. "Harry?"

"We...we don't know how the others are after you got hurt I… I don't know what happened, I think I must have had a burst of accidental magic or something. The Death Eater who hexed you. He fell and didn't get back up." Harry blinked as he felt Hermione's fingers on his chin gently forcing him to look at her.

"Harry, did you think I'd be angry? See you as...as one of them?" When Harry glanced back down Hermione shook her head. "Well, I don't! I didn't think worse of you when you had to kill Quirrell and I don't think worse of you now. Then what happened?"

Carefully Harry told Hermione how Neville had carried her as they continued to escape the Death Eaters searching for them. "Then we heard a commotion coming from that room with the veil." Neville paused as Harry shut his eyes firmly trying to keep the tears from escaping.

"Harry?" Hermione placed a gentle hand on Harry's shuddering back. At her touch, he lost his battle and tears ran down his cheeks as he looked up into her brown eyes.

"Sirius… H-he's gone." Harry sobbed out before collapsing in her arms. Hermione gritted her teeth due to the pain but pulled Harry close as both of them cried at the loss of the man they both adored.

After several minutes Harry finally pulled back both he and Hermione had red eyes as Neville glossed over how they wound up back in time. Hermione chewed her bottom lip as she thought about what if anything they could do. "Harry, did you manage to hear what the prophecy that Voldemort was so gung ho about?"

Harry shook his head before perking up a touch "Actually I should still have the globe in my jumper. There was no sign that it was damaged hang on, I'll grab it." Harry pulled back from Hermione and hurried to the other side of the room where he and Neville had been. His jumper was hung over the chair the Unspeakable had been sitting on. For a moment he feared that she had possibly taken the globe. This fear vanished as quickly as it had appeared as his hand wrapped around the smoky ball.

"You have it?" Hermione called as Harry walked back over. "Brilliant, now we just need to figure out how to get it to work. Ideas?"

"When we were running from the Time globe room I noticed that the globes that were broken seemed to show the prophecy which was hidden within it." Neville frowned after a moment before continuing. "The only problem with that method that I see is it would only work for a one-shot of hearing it. Before you go and break it we should be ready to write it down."

It didn't take long for Neville to locate some parchment and quill. He handed them to Hermione and after a moment Hermione gave a firm nod to Harry who after a brief moment of indecision threw the globe at the floor as hard as he could. All three of them heard the almighty crack as it broke open. For a moment nothing appeared to happen. Then a cloud of smoke came from the globe forming into a ghostly image that all three of them recognized as Sybil Trelawney.

Hermione quickly bit her bottom tongue and sat poised ready to record whatever she said. She didn't have long to wait as Trelweny's voice filled the room deep and raspy.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord is born as the seventh month dies…"

Harry stared at the broken globe in shock as Neville sat back down hard. Hermione reread what she wrote down before she glanced up her eyes finding Harry's scar for the first time since the Hogwarts Express.

"It-it could be wrong Harry…" Even as the words left her mouth Hermione knew she was lying. "Oh, Harry…"

"Why is it always me? Why… what is so special about me! Why can't I just be Harry!"

"I'm very interested in that answer myself… Harry is it?"

Harry turned quickly to see Albus Dumbledore in the doorway gazing around the room before finally locking eyes with Harry. After a moment he walked into the room proper and smiled. "Yes, I find myself quite interested in what I just heard. Would you follow me to my office, Harry?"

Harry glanced over to Hermione who gave him a gentle smile and an encouraging nod. Once Harry had followed after Dumbledore Hermione allowed her smile to fade into a frown. "Did you feel that… an odd sensation when he looked into your eyes, Neville?"

"Yeah, didn't want to say anything… Do you think Harry will be alright with him?" Neville asked as Hermione gave a small shrug of her shoulders.

"As safe as he can be, I think. If Dumbledore had not heard the prophecy I may be more concerned. But, as he did seem to hear it I'm fairly positive that Harry will be fine. We just need to wait for him to return."

An hour or so later Harry returned to the Hospital wing alone. The Gryffindor robes he had been wearing were damaged and he had something held firmly in his hand. He was breathing hard and Hermione could easily see he was on a knife's edge of losing his temper. Even the air itself was crackling around him.

"Neville, do you remember what potions Madame Pomfrey gave to Hermione when she woke up?" Harry asked rather briskly as he tore his robes off leaving him in just his uniform.

"Uh, yeah sure do, why though… I mean aren't we staying here?" Neville asked even as he was standing up.

"No, we're leaving, we're leaving right now. If I ever even hear the name Albus Dumbledore or the word Hogwarts again it'll be too soon!" Harry hurried to Hermione's bed and helped her up one-handed the other still clenching something that she couldn't identify. "Get Hermione's potions, Neville…"

"Harry, I-I don't know if it's a good idea for us to just leave! Hermione is still really injured. Please, just…" Neville stopped suddenly as he realized what was in Harry's hand. It was his wand snapped in two. "H-harry?"

"He won't do anything." Harry's voice was little more than a whisper as he helped Hermione back into her blood-stained jumper. "I told him, Nev, I told him everything… about my parents, about yours, about Voldemort himself even about the Order and everything! He said For the greater good he had to let it happen… He was about to obliviate me. I bloody well wasn't going to let him do that. I caught him by surprise with an expelliarmus and a powerful stupefy. He'll be up soon though. We need to go."

Hermione quickly got over her shock and grabbed the parchment she had copied the prophecy onto. She would be damned if someone got ahold of it. "Where can we go through? We don't have any gold or even an identity in this time, Harry!"

"We'll figure it out." Harry went to Madame Pomfrey's office and banged on the door until the Unspeakable opened the door. "You want to know where we came from? What we know? All you have to do is get us out of here!"

It didn't take long for the Unspeakable to make up her mind. She turned to Madame Pomfrey and thrust her wand at her. "Obliviate!" The healer's eyes glazed over as Amelia stared in shock. "Get out there Junior Unspeakable. Assist our guests and erase their presence from that room."

Quickly Amelia hurried out to do as she was requested using cleansing spells to wash away even the smallest drop of blood. When Madame Pomfrey came to having thought she had fallen asleep reading the five of them were long gone the only sign they had even been there was a Gryffindor patch in the trash can which had obviously been ripped from a student's robes. Madame Pomfrey didn't give it another thought as a house-elf arrived to clean out the trash not five minutes later.

And that's it for our back story for now. Next chapter our little family will be receiving another visitor. Whether they will be a welcome one or not you'll have to wait and see. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.