Harry Potter and the Dust of Time

Epilogue: Where in Merlins name,... and when?

There he was, Sirius on the ground beneath the lake, the mass of Dementors approaching, he himself trying desperately to get them away from his godfather but only producing silvery mist and then at least slumping to the ground next to Sirius.

Now only dad had to come and save the day with Prongs. Where was he, he had seen him or better seen his great stag as it had chased the Dementors away...could it be,… was it even possible?

With new found energy Harry Potter stepped out of the forest and close to the lake and his wand held high above he was about to shout the spell he now knew had succeded the first time, he had seen this scene from the other side of the lake.

"Expelliarmus"

Harry whirled around, only to see the scarlet beam race with unstoppable speed at Hermiones chest, Draco Malfoy hidden in the shadows of the forest had cursed her.

BOOOM

The moment the beam hit Hermione, a deafening bang erupted that shook the forest and the lake and the very foundations of Hogwarts.

Then time itself froze...

Everything seemed caught between two moments of time, no sound could be heard, no wind blew, nothing moved, nothing but the curse and a golden mist that rose from the spot it had hit Hermione and both where moving in super slowmotion with deadly precission right in the direction where the statue of Harry Potter stood.

Hours seemed to flow by for Harry, he tried to move, tried even to drop to get out of the path of the curse and the golden mist. The mist he was sure now, was the sand from Hermiones timeturner. He really wasn't keen to know what it would do to him, when it hit together with bloody Malfoys curse but he could do nothing.

The golden grains began to glow and the more they glowed, the scarlet curse faded away, as if transmitting his energy to the sand. Little flashs sizzled between the grains and merged them into a pulsating plasma of deep gold, still moving straight for Harry.

Then the unavoidable came, the plasma now looked like an oversized golden amoeba with some sort of bioluminescence. It touched Harrys still outstreched wand first, this very moment the whole mass seemed to explode form inside, sloshed over the boy and swallowed him in the blink.

The moment he was completely inside the amoeba, the world exploded, millions of colourfull lightnings flashed before his eyes, a whistle of hell blew inside his ears and then his whole body streched for some few thousend miles in lengh like Mr. Fantastic himself. If Harry had already knowledge of wizzard transportation, such like apparation or portkeys he would have said now, they are really comfortable compared to the feeling he had now. What is the problem with a bit nausea and a little bit tugging on your navel compared to be streched to infinity in both directions, deafened by the flute player from Desaster Area, and dazzled by the lightshow of at least a dozend super novae.

As fast as the maelstrom of light, sound and movement had begun, it endet, the reenter into the normal world was so unexpected for Harry, that he fell forward like a felled tree and for a couple minutes didn't dare to get up, not trusting the normality.

The first impressions he got from his surounding were at least worrysome, but maybe that was only because he was The-Boy-who-lived, slayer of basiliscs, conquerer of Dark Lords, every bloody trouble finding Harry Potter.

The Forbidden Forest was gone, a little turn to the right made it clear the lake was too, when this rollercoaster had begun it was nightfall in the forest, but now he would guess sometime around midday. Harry turned his gaze up to the sky, to confirm his guess and had to swallow a big lumb that suddenly stuck in his neck, there were two, ...yes two suns. He took a few stabilising breaths and turned around to get an overview of the whole place ...

"Where in Merlins name,... and when?

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