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Chapter Fifteen

It is surprising how fast six months can go by. When we arrived here, at the end of November, it seemed like it would be forever until May came. April goes by without any drama, except for some rude letters sent to Mum referencing the awful Witch Weekly article. Before we know it, a note is sent to us, telling us to come to Professor Dumbledore's office at eight o'clock that evening.

"Do you think the potion is done then?" Albus whispers to me at breakfast, when we receive the note.

"Most likely," I say. "We'll probably be going home tonight then."

"Does that mean we'll have to erase Mum and Dad and Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's memories?" Lily asks.

"I think so," I say, "We wouldn't want to change the future because of what we told them. They have to figure it out on their own."

It's a little sad, as we go through our last day at Hogwarts in this time, knowing that we'll never see any of these people again—at least not until they're much older—or in Uncle Fred, Dobby and Dumbledore's case, never ever. I wish I could say goodbye to them, but I don't want to be the one to tell them that they'll die sooner than they want to.

I've never really grasped how horrible the war was, until now. I've heard plenty of stories of course—we all have—of the brave things our parents did to defeat Lord Voldemort. But, none of us had to live through the horror of when he was in power; none of us knew any of the people that were killed throughout the war. Of course, we still haven't had to live during Voldemort's reign—and I'm grateful that at least we traveled back to a time before he came back to power, but to be able to meet people such as Uncle Fred, Dobby, Dumbledore, and even Snape, who I'd never known before now…it's both a gift and a curse.

Before going back in time, I'd always been sad that I'd never get to meet my Uncle Fred, or any of the others, but I never really had to miss them either. Now, having even met him for a brief time—it will always make hearing about his death that much harder.

I suppose it will also make me appreciate more the sacrifices all of them gave, to give the rest of us a world where people aren't being killed my Voldemort every day, and muggleborns are free to do anything every other wizard can.

In my last divination class, I make a final prediction that I'm not sure Professor Trelawney will like.

"I predict," I say, "That many will sacrifice their lives in the war against Voldemort, but in the end they will make the world a better place."

Professor Trelawney purses her lips. "I'm not sure you've quite yet learned how to properly use your Inner Eye Rose."

I shrug, "Okay."

Hugo gapes at me, and Albus smirks.

"Did Rose Weasley just say that she was fine with being wrong?" Albus asks. I roll my eyes.

"I just said okay," I lower my voice, "I know I'm right."

That night in the common room we say goodbye to Uncles Fred and George.

"We've got to go back now," I whisper as I'm hugging Uncle George—who looks a little taken aback.

"Well, we'll see you in the future, right?" asks Uncle Fred, and I can feel myself threatening to cry, so I just nod. I give them both a weak smile, then turn to Albus.

"To Dumbledore?" he says. I nod, and we leave the Gryffindor common room for the last time in 1995.

"Cockroach Cluster." I say the password Dumbledore gave us in the note as we arrive at the gargoyle guarding his office. The gargoyle jumps aside and we go up the staircase to Dumbledore's office.

Inside, we find Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape, the former holding the time turner we arrived with, the latter next to a small cauldron of a golden potion.

"It is done," Dumbledore says. I see Hugo and Lily looking wide-eyed at the potion. Even I'm quite impressed, I know how difficult it is to brew.

"First, however," Snape says in his jeering tone, "We must gather up the students to whom you have revealed your true identities. We cannot have you changing the future by revealing it to those who are not supposed to know it."

I nod, "Okay."

"Good, now," Snape leans in toward us and I can see every pore on his large nose, every lock of greasy hair. "Who have you told?"

"Er, who Dumbledore told us we could," I say nervously, "Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George."

"And Professor McGonagall," Albus adds. He looks at Snape darkly. "And apparently you too."

Snape glares back at the boy. "No need to ask whose son you are, it's obvious you are the spawn of Harry Potter."

"Albus, be nice," I whisper, "He did make this potion so that we can go back home."

Albus crosses his arms sulkily. "I don't know why I'm named after him."

"What did you say boy?" asks Snape, turning back around to stare at Albus.

"His name is Albus Severus Potter," Hugo says smirking.

Snape looks appalled. "B-but, why?"

"I'm wondering that too," Albus grumbles. Lily and Hugo are laughing, and only I notice the happy smile playing on Dumbledore's lips, and the twinkle in his blue eyes.

"Let's begin then," Dumbledore says after a moment. "Severus, will you please ask Minerva to come to my office, and to bring Misters Fred, George, Harry, Ron and Misses Hermione and Ginny."

Snape nods and exits the office.

"Sir," I ask, "Who will wipe the memories?"

"I will," he says.

"But," I say tentatively. "Who will wipe your memory?"

I really don't want to be the one to have to try it; I don't know the spell well enough yet, and I certainly don't want to mess up on Dumbledore.

Dumbledore doesn't look worried, however. "If you are not comfortable doing it yourself, than I may wipe mine on my own."

"But how will you do that?" I ask, but Dumbledore doesn't answer as at that moment Professor Snape arrives again, followed by Professor McGonagall and Mum, Dad, Uncles Harry, Fred, and George, and Aunt Ginny.

"Will you four please wait in my chambers?" Dumbledore asks, ushering us into a room off of his office, where I assume he must sleep. "It would not do for them to see you after their memories are wiped."

We wait in the chamber for a while, all of us too nervous to speak. I can hear Dumbledore explaining that he must wipe their memories of us, so that it does not change the future. There are several complaints, and Dumbledore explains that he will not wipe any other memories except for those involving us. Then I hear the spell, "Obliviate, Obliviate, Obliviate, Obliviate, Obliviate, Obliviate, Obliviate, Obliviate."

There is silence for a moment, and then Dumbledore asks Professor McGonagall to escort the Gryffindors back to their beds, and tells Snape that he is dismissed. He then comes to retrieve us.

"It is now time for you to return home," he says with a small smile as we return to his office. He takes four tiny vials and pours the Felix Felicis into each of them. Then he hands them to us.

"Ready?" I ask, turning to the others. Lily and Hugo nod.

"Let's hope this works," Albus says. We drink. It is a strange feeling. I feel as though I could do anything; suddenly, returning home didn't seem difficult at all.

Albus seems to have had a similar change of heart. "Shall we go?"

I nod eagerly, as do Lily and Hugo. I clutch the time turner and grab Albus' hand, who then grabs Lily's, who then grabs Hugo's. I shake the time turner, not at all nervous about where we are going to end up, or if I'm doing anything incorrectly. The last thing I see as we disappear into time is Professor Dumbledore pulling something glowing silver out of his head, and saying: "Obliviate."

We arrive exactly where we left in Mum's study. A quick look at the clock on the wall shows that not even five minutes have passed since we left, roughly six months ago to us.

"So, we're back," Albus says after a moment.

"Yeah," I say, feeling breathless. It is so strange, knowing that, in our world, barely a minute has passed during the past six months.

We hear noises downstairs, and we rush out of Mum's study to find Mum, Dad, and Uncle Harry coming up the stairs.

"Hello," Mum says upon seeing us, "How was your day guys?"

I look at Albus and he raises his eyebrows in response.

"Oh, it was fine."

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