Rekindled Fate

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
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Rekindled Fate
Characters
Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Lily Evans, Hermione Granger / Harry Potter, James Potter Sirius Black - Character
Tags
Family Romance Friendship Violence War The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black Lily Evans - Freeform James Potter - Freeform Regulus Black - Freeform sirius black - Freeform remus lupin - Freeform Time Turner Harry Potter - Freeform Hermione Granger is a Member of the House of Black voldemort - Freeform black - Freeform Fred Lives Potters - Freeform going back to the past danger horcruxes Granger - Freeform without Ron Harry and Hermione - Freeform they live
Summary
Hermione has been tortured.Dobby is dead.Ron was nowhere else when Dobby apparated them.Voldemort found them.In order to escape the Dark Lord’s wrath, Hermione finally found use of the time turner left to her.But she did not know it would not do to her bidding, but to its creator’s.
Note
the original context or storyline is not mine but belongs to JK Rowling. Some scenes are excerpts from the original story line.
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Chapter 1

πŸπŸ—πŸ—πŸ–
β€œAre you sure you two want to come with me, Ron, β€˜Mione?” Harry sighed as he asked the question to his bestfriends that are both sitting in the corner of his bed in The Burrow. He has not been able to take this thought out of his mind ever since they took him out of the Dursley’s place. Everyone is in danger. Because of him, he thought. Moody died, and George lost one ear. He can’t have his bestfriends losing their lives because of him.

β€œOf course, we’ve already talked about this for monthsβ€” years actually!” Hermione answered. β€œDon’t tell me you’re changing our plans?”

β€œAh, no.” Harry shook his head. β€œIt’s still the same. I was just thinking that maybe, you should reconsider not coming with me,” he shrugged. β€œThat maybe you could stay here and celebrate the Christmas with them.”

β€œAnd what? Leave you alone hunting horcruxes?” Hermione raised her right brow at him, warning him. β€œHarry, we’ve planned this for months already. We are going with you.” Hermione knew that he has something on his mind and whatever that is, that won’t stop them from coming with him. They made an oath to always be with each other, especially for Harry. They would always stay with Harry whatever his ups and downs are. They will stay with him.

β€œYou can not,” Harry urged. β€œI can do it, okay?”

β€œNo!” Hermione stood up and held her hips while looking down at him. Tears started brimming down her face with her annoyance. β€œWe already prepared the necessary preparations! You can’t throw us under the bus! That's unfair!” She sobbed and starting telling Harry how she managed to oblivate her parents’ memories and sending them to Australia to avoid being caught by the death eaters if ever they thought of going after them for Hermione or Harry. She’s angry, and annoyed, and frustrated. She also urged Ron to show him his ghoul that would pretend to be him if they ever they won’t make it out alive. β€œI’m telling you, Harry James Potter, we are coming with you, whether you like it or not!” With that, she stormed out of the room.

β€”
β€œI require a private word with you.” Harry frowned upon hearing what the minister of magicβ€” Scrimgeour told him before looking at both Ron and Hermione. β€œand also with Mr. Ronald Weasley and Ms. Hermione Granger.” The three of them looked at each other wondering what it might be that the minister of magic wants to do with them.

As Arthur Weasley led them to a much more private space where the four of them could talk, Scrimgeour started talking. β€œI think it would be better if we start talking one by one. That would means you, Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger, go upstairs and I’ll start talking to Mr. Ronald Weasley.”

β€œWe’re not going anywhere,” Harry said which Hermione nodded in agreement. β€œYou can either talk to us together, or not at all.”

With that, Scrimgeour gave Harry a cold stare. Harry thought that maybe now, the minister is thinking whether it was worthwhile handling hospitality this much early in the morning. β€œVery well, then,” he said. β€œ...the three of you.” He shrugged and cleared his throat. β€œI am here, as you all know, because of Albus Dumbledore’s will,” he said that made the three frown in surprise which the minister easily noticed. β€œYou didn’t know that he left something for you?”

β€œA-all of us?” Ron stammered. β€œMe and Hermione too?” The minister nodded.

β€œDumbledore died a month ago already. Why is this being talked about now?” Harry creased his forehead, definitely upset about the minister.

β€œIsn’t it obvious?” Hermione scoffed. β€œThe ministry wanted to inspect the things the Headmaster left us. You have no right to do that!”

Scrimgeour did not go into details about how the ministry examined the things left for them, and went straight to the will.

β€œπ‘‡β„Žπ‘’ πΏπ‘Žπ‘ π‘‘ π‘Šπ‘–π‘™π‘™ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‡π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ 𝐴𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑠 π‘ƒπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘π‘–π‘£π‘Žπ‘™ π‘Šπ‘’π‘™π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘ π΅π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘Žπ‘› π·π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’β€¦ yes, here we are… π‘‡π‘œ π‘…π‘œπ‘›π‘Žπ‘™π‘‘ 𝐡𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 π‘Šπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘™π‘’π‘¦, 𝐼 π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘™π‘’π‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿ, 𝑖𝑛 β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› β„Žπ‘’ 𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑑.”

Scrimgeour took an object out of the bag he is holding. Harry swores he had seen it before. It is almost like a silver cigarette lighter, but he knew at once that it has the ability to suck light out and restore them in one click. He passed it unto Ron. β€œThis is a valuable object,” he said. β€œIt is of his own creation, so why would he leave something so valuable to you?” Ron shakes his head. β€œDumbledore have taught a lot of students, yet he only remembers the three of you. Why is that? Why did he decide to leave the deluminator to you, Mr. Weasley?”

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β€œTo put out lights, I suppose,” Ron shrugged. β€œWhat other reasons can you think of?”

Out of suggestions he may think off, Scrimgeour quitted squinting at Harry and returned back to the will.

β€œπ‘‡π‘œ 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠 π»π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π½π‘’π‘Žπ‘› πΊπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿ, 𝐼 π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘π‘¦ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‡π‘Žπ‘™π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π΅π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘™π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π΅π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘, 𝑖𝑛 β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘¦ 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑑 π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘–π‘›π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘‘π‘–π‘£π‘’.”

Scrimgeour took out the book from the same bag and handed it to Hermione who held it without a word. She put it on her lap and looked at it thoroughly. Harry saw that the title is in runes, he had never learned to read them. β€œWhy do you think Dumbledore left you that book, Ms. Granger?”

β€œHe knows I love to read,” she whispered. β€œHe might have remembered it and, as the will said, he hopes I find it entertaining and instructive.”

Scrimgeour sighed before reading on. β€œπ΄π‘™π‘ π‘œ, 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Ž 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ π‘Ž 𝑝𝑒𝑧𝑧𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘šπ‘¦ π‘œπ‘“π‘“π‘–π‘π‘’, 𝑖𝑛 β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘¦ 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 π‘Ž π‘”π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ 𝑒𝑠𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ 𝑖𝑑.” He took out a strange looking square box that is in color black to hand to her. β€œThat’s odd. Why would he leave you something without any use?” He shrugged. β€œAnyway, let’s move on to Mr. Harry Potter.”

β€œπ‘‡π‘œ π»π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π½π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘  π‘ƒπ‘œπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ, 𝐼 π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘›π‘–π‘‘π‘β„Ž β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘œπ‘› β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘“π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘‘ π‘„π‘’π‘–π‘‘π‘‘π‘–π‘‘π‘β„Ž π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘β„Ž π‘Žπ‘‘ π»π‘œπ‘”π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘ , π‘Žπ‘  π‘Ž π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ π‘˜π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘ .”

As Scrimgeour pulled out the tiny, walnut-sized golden ball, its silver wings fluttered rather feebly, and Harry could not help feeling a definite sense of anticlimax.
β€œWhy did Dumbledore leave you this Snitch?” asked Scrimgeour.

β€œNo idea,” said Harry. β€œFor the reasons you just read out, I suppose . . . to remind me what you can get if you . . . persevere and whatever it was.”

β€œYou think this a mere symbolic keepsake, then?”

β€œI suppose so,” said Harry. β€œWhat else could it be?”

β€œI’m asking the questions,” said Scrimgeour, shifting his chair a little closer to the sofa. Dusk was really falling outside now; the marquee beyond the windows towered ghostly white over the hedge.
β€œI notice that your birthday cake is in the shape of a Snitch,” Scrimgeour said to Harry. β€œWhy is that?”

Hermione laughed derisively. β€œOh, it can’t be a reference to the fact Harry’s a great Seeker, that’s way too obvious,” she said. β€œThere must be a secret message from Dumbledore hidden in the icing!”

β€œI don’t think there’s anything hidden in the icing,” said Scrimgeour, β€œbut a Snitch would be a very good hiding place for a small object. You know why,
I’m sure?”

Harry shrugged. Hermione, however, answered: Harry thought that answering questions correctly was such a deeply ingrained habit she could not suppress the urge. β€œBecause Snitches have flesh memories,” she said.

β€œWhat?” said Harry and Ron together; both considered Hermione’s Quidditch knowledge negligible.

β€œCorrect,” said Scrimgeour. β€œA Snitch is not touched by bare skin before it is released, not even by the maker, who wears gloves. It carries an enchantment by which it can identify the first human to lay hands upon it, in case of a disputed capture. This Snitch” β€” he held up the tiny golden ball β€” β€œwill remember your touch, Potter. It occurs to me that Dumbledore, who had prodigious magical skill, whatever his other faults, might have enchanted this Snitch so that it will open only for you.” Harry’s heart was beating rather fast. He was sure that Scrimgeour was right. How could he avoid taking the Snitch with his bare hand in front of the Minister?

β€œYou don’t say anything,” Scrimgeour squinted his eyes. β€œPerhaps you already know what the snitch contains?”

β€œNo,” he shook his head, still wondering how he could appear to touch the Snitch without really doing so. If only he know Legilimency, he could have read Hermione’s mind and know all about it.

Harry could only think of what could be the Snitch have inside that the minister is talking about. Could it be that the Headmaster left him something to help finish the war between him and Voldemort?

They thought they have come to an end when the minister spoke again. β€œDumbledore left you a second bequest, Potter.”

β€œWhat is it?” asked Harry, excitement rekindling.

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Scrimgeour did not bother to read from the will this time. β€œThe sword of Godric Gryffindor,” he said.

Hermione and Ron both stiffened. Harry looked around for a sign of the ruby-encrusted hilt, but Scrimgeour did not pull the sword from the leather pouch, which in any case looked much too small to contain it. β€œSo where is it?” Harry asked suspiciously.

β€œUnfortunately,” said Scrimgeour, β€œthat sword was not Dumbledore’s to give away. The sword of Godric Gryffindor is an important historical artifact, and as such, belongs —”

β€œIt belongs to Harry!” said Hermione hotly. β€œIt chose him, he was the one who found it, it came to him out of the Sorting Hat —”

β€œAccording to reliable historical sources, the sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor,” said Scrimgeour. β€œThat does not make it the exclusive property of Mr. Potter, whatever Dumbledore may have decided.” Scrimgeour scratched his badly shaven cheek, scrutinizing Harry. β€œWhy do you think β€” ?”

β€œβ€” Dumbledore wanted to give me the sword?” said Harry, struggling to keep his temper. β€œMaybe he thought it would look nice on my wall.”

β€œThis is not a joke, Potter!” growled Scrimgeour. β€œWas it because Dumbledore believed that only the sword of Godric Gryffindor could defeat the Heir of Slytherin? Did he wish to give you that sword, Potter, because he believed, as do many, that you are the one destined to destroy He-Who-MustNot-Be-Named?”

β€œInteresting theory,” said Harry. β€œHas anyone ever tried sticking a sword in Voldemort? Maybe the Ministry should put some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban. So is this what you’ve been doing, Minister, shut up in your office, trying to break open a Snitch? People are dying β€” I was nearly one of them β€” Voldemort chased me across three counties, he killed Mad-Eye Moody, but there’s been no word about any of that from the Ministry, has there? And you still expect us to cooperate with you!”

That argument lasted for a few more minutes until Arthur Weasley entered and put a stop to it. He escorted the Minister of Magic out of the house and left the trio there, still looking at each other.

They went on with Bill and Fleur’s wedding the next day and they felt like nothing was going on. The wedding have been so refreshing that they almost forgot the war that have been awaiting for them. That there is a dark lord awaiting to kill them. Watching everyone else dance and have fun at the dancefloor, Hermione sat with herself with a glass of butterbeer at the corner of the circular tables.

β€œAnd why are you here all alone?” She did not need to look up to know that it was Harry who spoke to her, grinning on one side of his face as he stare at her.

β€œEnjoying a glass of butterbeer,” she said. β€œAnd you? Not fancying a dance on the dance floor? Why don’t you ask Ginny?”

Harry scoffed. β€œSo you want me to dance with my best friend’s sister now, are you?”

She shrugged. β€œJust giving you an option to dance,” she grinned. Her eyes fell on her small duffle bag and began rummaging through it. Harry sat beside her as she take out the odd looking square box that Dumbledore left her in his will. β€œWhat do you think is this for?”

Harry leaned forward and looked at the object and held it. He inspected it and shaked it, trying to see if there was something hidden inside until something weird happened and it automatically went to Hermione’s hand, as if it was a magnet. Hermione’s eyes widened when the box suddenly glowed slightly into her hand and heated up.

β€œWhat the bloody hell is this?” she murmured as she watched the odd thing on her hands, just the same exact time when a Patronus caught the attention of everyone else, not really hers and Harry’s. Just as the Patronus began to speak, the odd box began to open before her eyes.

β€œπ‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘–π‘›π‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘  π‘“π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘’π‘›. π‘†π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘šπ‘”π‘’π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑠 π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘”.”

A time-turner.

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