time travel.
aha.
great.
as if harry's life wasn't already eventful enough.
"oh please, stop whining."
"shut up, tom," harry mutters into the air, sends a dark glare down at the locket around his neck.
"this is insanity," hermione murmurs, still pouring over books upon books with manic eyes. her hair looks like it had in first year, with how many times she's run her hands through it.
"hermione," ron whines, face smushed to the desktop. he still hasn't opened his eyes in the past thirty minutes. "stop agonizing over the why. we have to figure out what to do now."
"understanding how we got here is the first step to getting back!" hermione exclaims, once again ruffling her curls. she's certainly a mess at the moment. they all are.
"i think it's because we had a battle in a room full of time turners," harry says, shrugging when brown eyes narrow at him. "i'm just saying."
"what about old dumbledore?" ron suggests, finally lifting his head and opening his eyes, just to look at them. he grimaces beneath all of their disbelieving stares. "i mean, he's still dumbledore. we don't have to like him but we can't deny he's bloody smart."
hermione sighs. "he has a point."
"going to dumbledore is, preferably, our last choice," harry says, stretching out his arms above his head. "until then, shall we head to the great hall?"
"don't you think they'll notice three new gryffindor's that know their way around hogwarts?" tom asks, to which they all merely roll their eyes. it's almost a mechanical response to anything he says now. "i'm being serious!"
"they didn't seem to care earlier," ron points out, speaking of how they had been thrown into an old classroom of the past. no one seemed to bat an eye. then again, maybe that’s because they look eleven and mass confusion is the typical look worn during classes.
"there's no guarantee," hermione says, pressing her lips together. her arms cross. "well, i suppose we should just go anyways."
"you three are the most reckless brats i have ever met," tom grumbles, like he's not the reason as to why they are. harry snickers. if it aggravates tom, he'll be as reckless as possible!
"who's to say we need to go back," harry murmurs, only slightly hesitant. hermione instantly rounds on him the way he expected her too, mouth open to list every reason why it's a bad idea.
"it'd be weird, but—" ron shrugs. "i'm always up for a round of death chess against professor mcgonagall."
"death chess?" tom asks, to which harry promptly ignores. he's still watching hermione mull over her thoughts.
the girl purses her lips, a sign of resignation followed by the even more telling sigh. "it would be—nice. who cares what happens?"
heh.
harry grins and throws both his arms around his best friends, snickering when they yelp aloud. "let's do this! let's change shit!"
"harry!"