Third Times the Charm
The three of them were drunk on Fire-whiskey, as it was the Hogwarts Final Battle anniversary, and they were mourning the dead the only way 20-year-old alcoholics could.
With many empty bottles of liquor.
Ron was mourning the loss of his entire family, Harry with Remus and the Weasleys and Hermione with all of her friends and would be family.
It was when they finished their eighth bottle did they start speaking.
"I wish we could do it all over." Ron had slurred, his face slack and eyes weary.
"Wha d'ou mean?" Harry asked.
Hermione, who was notoriously known for always talking, was silent.
"I wish... I wish we could all go back. Back to before we started our first year. To when the only problems we had where to survive the day from bullies and pranks." Ron grumbled.
He was probably thinking of the twins and their campaign to torture him with their jokes.
Hermione spoke up.
"Why not?"
Harry and Ron turned towards her with confused expressions.
Hermione lifted her head defiantly. "Why not? I bet we could find some time spell here." She gestured towards the Black library they were currently drunk in.
Harry got to his feet, an excited smile on his face. "Yes! Yes! We could do it all over again! Save people's lives! End some beforehand. We could do it!"
"What have we got to lose?" Ron snorted.
And to work they went.
All three were extremely intoxicated but that wasn't stopping them. After a few minutes they returned with their finds. Every book on time they could scrounge up was placed in front of them.
They eyed the pile before Harry piped up.
"We're probably going to need a time turner."
Hermione lifted her wand and yelled, "accio time turner!"
And her old one flew into her hand.
Ron grabbed at a little black book and flipped through the pages restlessly. He stopped halfway in and gestured excitedly.
"This is the spell we need!"
Harry snatched the book and read out loud. "Need a time turner. Blood from a trio's bond. And blood from someone who has died and come back to life."
"This spell was practically made for us." Hermione sighed.
They drew the required sigils perfectly, remarkable for people who were drunk off their asses. They shed their blood and stood in the circle.
Hermione wrapped the chain around all three of them and looked up.
"Here we go, how far back?"
"Nine years." Harry and Ron spoke as one.
"Alright," Hermione whispered, "nine years back."
Then she spun the time turner and everything went black.
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When Ron woke up that morning it was from a raging headache. He groaned and rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a bang.
Moaning painfully louder Ron got on his hands and knees, his legs shaking as he stood up.
Thinking that he was just delirious and probably still a little drunk explained why his coordination was shot to hell, like he was suddenly much smaller than before.
He rubbed at his eyes, blurring his sight as he stumbled out of his room and down the stairs. He stepped on every floorboard that didn't creak and walked into the kitchen.
There sitting at the table for breakfast was his entire family.
Percy, nose deep in a book. The twins joking around with Charlie, who was showing off one of his burn scars from a dragon. Ginny and Bill conversing with a smile as his parents watched on from the front of the table.
Ron, guessing this was once again another hallucination, walked by them and straight towards the cabinet that held the alcohol.
Ron didn't even fucking care that it was the morning, he needed a drink to get the sight out of his head.
He passed his mom and she smiled at him before turning back to the table.
Ron finally reached the cabinet and pulled it open, poking his hand inside for one of the stronger fire-whiskey bottles.
As he uncapped the bottle Bill turned his head towards him just as he threw the glass back and chugged.
Bill yelped in alarm and got up from his seat quickly.
"RON!"
And his family turned their heads and watched, horrified, as Ron drank the entire bottle of the alcohol. Not stopping even once.
"RONALD WEASLEY!!" His mother yelled.
Charlie had stopped talking and, with Bill, started making their way towards their little brother quickly while the twins, Percy and Ginny were stuck in shock.
Ron ignored them as he was too busy choking in disgust. He slammed the bottle down on the nearest table and whispered. "Bloody hell, that's stronger than usual."
Then Ron blacked out once again, deaf to his family's cries of worry.