Hello, everyone! Welcome to Chapter Nineteen! We're so close to twenty chapters I cannot believe it! And yes, I know, I know, it seems like I abandoned this story. Again. I'm really sorry! I got stuck and was like, "Argggggh, I have no idea what to put in this chapter!" So if any of this writing seems awkward, I apologize. Anyway, enjoy (you know, finally)!

Previously on "Into the Pages"...

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Victoria and Willow Ostler — yes, we know who you are. You have been chosen to save us and save our world from its impending doom. Now, you don't have much time. This portal will only stay open for sixty minutes, never to open again. Please, save us. You are our only hope.

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"You were poisoned…"

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There was a tiny yet discernible little pinprick on [my arm].

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I know your secret, [read the note]. I know, and you will pay for it.

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I… found myself in Dumbledore's office.

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I handed him the note…

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"We'll tell you."

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In the shadows… were two people.

..."I think those are the people who poisoned me!"

… One, on the right, was a girl. She had familiar bushy brown hair and eyes that were different from how I remembered them, full of something that almost looked like disappointment.

The second, who stood to the left of the girl, was tall and lanky with bright red hair, blue eyes burning with hatred.

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"Happy Halloween!" I greeted…

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"Troll — in the dungeons — thought you ought to know."

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The day after Halloween, I decided to go to Dumbledore's office to talk.

"Wiiil," I sang as I approached the Ravenclaw table after breakfast. "Come on, we're going to see Professor Dumbledore about our… problem."

She nodded, understanding, and off we went.

"So, you believe your poisoners are Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow. Once we arrived, we had told him about our suspicions of Ron and Hermione. However, this eyebrow was not a doubting one. More of a considering one.

We both nodded.

"Come over here. There's something I want to show you."

I tilted my head slightly at Wil and raised an eyebrow at Wil. She just shrugged. We followed him to a small cabinet. He reached into it and pulled something out — a round basin swirling with something silvery.

"I assume you know of this?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. The Pensieve." said Wil.

"So you know its purpose?"

"Yes, sir." she repeated.

"Good. If you'll allow me…" He held up his wand with a questioning look at both of us.

"Oh — um — yes, of course," I said, stepping forward and shifting slightly. I didn't know if I was entirely comfortable with my headmaster searching through my memories, them being my most precious possession, but I couldn't exactly say no, could I?

He pressed his wand to my temple, and I closed my eyes, trying hard to only think of that moment when I spotted Ron and Hermione in the library.

When I opened them again, attached to Dumbledore's wand was a thin, silvery wisp of memory, my memory. I stared at it, almost trancelike. Memories were just so fascinating.

He brought it over to the Pensieve and dropped it in. We both came over to stand next to him, he took our hands, and we plunged into the memory.

It was strange, seeing myself from a third-person point of view. There I was, sitting with Wil in the library, and when I looked over, there were Ron and Hermione.

Wil and I ran over to them, Dumbledore following at a slower pace.

It sure looked like my two friends, but… older.

Hermione's figure was curvier, and her frazzled hair lay more straight than usual. Ron had hints of facial hair, and he held himself with a bit more confidence than the Ron I knew. Both had a look in their eyes, a look that said they had been through more than they should have, more than they wanted to.

"It does look like Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger," said Dumbledore, inspecting them carefully over his crescent-moon spectacles. "I wonder… Aha!" He pointed to a small golden chain dangling from Hermione's neck. It had a small something attached to it.

A Time Turner.

"Well, I think we've found out all we need to know," said Dumbledore, grasping us both firmly by the arms. An an instant, we were back in his office.

"Sometime in the future, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger will attempt to kill you."

And there we go! Sorry it's really short, I'll try to make the chapters longer from here on out. Thanks for waiting!