Frogging The Loom

“I do hope you remember that we can’t go with you,” she sniffed, correcting the position of a sigil. “You’re utterly hopeless sometimes, you know that?”“Yeah, but you’ll be there properly.” Harry checked his watch to find that he had ten minutes left before sitting down on the damp grass.Hermione rolled her eyes. “I’m here properly too.”“Yeah? Then why do you still look like you’re seventeen?”“Oi! Not nice to mock the dead, mate.” Ron plopped down beside them and bumped his shoulder. “You know what she means though.”The war ended poorly, and, out of desperation, Harry attempts to return to his fourth year to fix things.He doesn't quite manage it.