and i do realize i have other stories i should be working on, but sometimes muses just don't let up with an idea! *glares at my muse, Charlie Weasley*
warnings slash. it's official, i can't write anything without boyXboy love.
spoilers most likely spoils on up to OtoP (GoF at least, anyway)
disclaimer if they were mine, i'd be doing more to them than this. alas, it's jk rowling's genius, not mine.
"Oh, drats!" Hermione Granger exclaimed, digging through her bag. She frowned and looked over at her friend, Ron Weasley. "I forgot my Arithmancy book. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Mmhmm..." Ron muttered a response, head burried in a book. Ron paid no mind as she dashed away from their secluded spot in the library. His eyes shifted from line to line on his book, enrapt. Then, slowly, he let his eyes slip from Sexuality: A Muggle and Wizard Anthology to spot the glimmering gold resting in the seat next to him. His eyes widened at the sight. A Time Turner.
Ron had guessed that Hermione had got another one, it now being their seventh year and her taking more NEWT classes than most, but he had never seen it. His fingers twitched around his book as he fought not to grab it. He tightened his grip and prayed for his friend Harry Potter, who was currently in a detention with Professor Snape, to come and save him from his curious doom. Sadly, his prayer was not answered and he dropped his book, snatching up the gold chain. He eyed the hourglass that dangled from it. Setting his book on the table, Ron leaned back onto the two-hind legs of the chair to inspect it.
Oddly enough, Ron had the practice of leaning back in his chair for years. He had perfected the art. Yet, today, the chair desided to slip. He attempted to catch himself from falling back, but it didn't work. In fact, the only thing he can recall is watching the Time Turner spin and fly up into the air, the chain caught around his wrist.
"ACK!"
"Holy Merlin!"
"Woah!"
"Eek!"
The four exclamations erupted around Ron as he landed on the floor. Shaking his head and blinking, he went to get up. That's when he noticed that the floor was awfully soft. Opening his eyes wide, he turned his head and let his eyes lock onto a pair of amber eyes. Yelping, Ron leaped out of the lap. Breathing heavily, he looked around him. The table, previously occupied by himself and Hermione, were four boys staring at him.
The boy he had apparently used as a landing pad looked oddly familiar, with golden hinted, light brown hair and eyes that nearly glowed in the candle-light. Next to him sat yet another familiar face, with shoulder length black hair, a wide grin, and sparkling blue eyes. A short, rather plump boy stared at him with wide green eyes. While next to him a Harry Potter - Look - Alike, minus the green eyes, sat eyeing him.
"Where the hell did you come from?" The long-haired boy asked.
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, dumbfounded. "Where did you come from?"
"Excuse me, but your the one that appeared in the middle of the air and landed on poor Remus' lap." The boy replied. Ron blinked. Remus? Slowly he lifted his hand, which still held the gold chain. He let his eyes travel down the chain to... It was gone. The hourglass was gone. Upon further examination, Ron saw that the clasp has broken during the fall. Meaning the Time Turner was probably lost somewhere in time, if his memory of Charms class was correct.
"Bloody hell." Ron mumbled, his eyes rolling up into his head as the news finally hit him. The four boys watched as he fell to the ground, unconcious.