Ahead of Time (Discontinued)

Chapter 3: When are we?

TW: mentions of death.
(Third person)

Walking away from the ice cream shop Harry felt full, his shoulders felt like they had a huge weight on them and his headache was back. Ron was holding Teddy since he had already finished his ice cream.
Harry had got a fudge swirl with tiny crushed up brownie bits mixed in placed on top of a waffle cone. He was eating it normally but also trying his best to listen out for someone calling his name. The screaming had gotten a bit quieter, fainter, in the last hour, he still wasn't enjoying it though (What sane person would?).

Making his way across the street he heard someone let out a pain felt scream clear enough Harry thought they could be standing right next to him. He flinched before running down the street clutching his stomach towards an ally way.

"Harry! Where you going mate?!" Ron shouted running behind him with Hermione.

He turned into the ally barely holding back the barf that was creeping up his throat. He found a huge garbage container and hurled the contents of his stomach on to the ground behind it so he was hidden from anyones view.

"Harry? Are- are y- you okay?" Hermione asked gasping for air behind Harry.

"I'm gonna..." he was cut off by another round of his insides hurling themselves up and out of him. It smelt disgusting and there was so much of it.

"Oh harry." Hermione was rubbing his back in comfort, "get it all out. There must've been something in your ice cream."

When Harry was done he wiped his mouth and sat on the floor away from the puke against a wall. He brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his head clinching his hair.

"Lets go back to the hotel now Harry. Rest, y'know. Relax." Ron said trying to find a way to cheer his best friend up.

Harry looked up tears begging to fall, he didn't hear all of what Ron said but he had understood it. An owl swooped down and rested by Harrys feet gaining everyone's attention. Harry took the letter addressed to him and opened it.

Harry Potter,
Andromeda has passed away peacefully due to her illness that has been with her for the past few months. We were informed before her passing that you brought Lupin, Edward with you on your trip, you are his godfather making you the rightful guardian. Andromeda left everything including her house and money to your godson, Lupin. You must take care of Edward Remus "Teddy" Lupin.

Respectfully,
Ministry of Magic. Children's care department.

Harry read the letter twice more making sure he read it correctly. Scanning each word with care.  Illness? He wasn't told of any illness? Andromeda's gone? Could he have heard her death? No, they said it was peaceful. He can't hear many peaceful deaths. Tears were falling down his face.

"What's it say Harry?" Ron asked hesitantly.

Harry stood up and shoved the letter into Hermione's hands. He then went and took Teddy from Ron and sat back down where he was holding Teddy tightly in his arms sobbing. "He's mine. T-Teddy's mine now." He barely whispered in between sobs.

"But 'Meda didn't say anything about an illness..." Hermione finished reading the letter and handed it to Ron. "Hey, whats that Teddy's holding?"

Harry looked down confused. Teddy was playing with something, round, shiny, and golden, it was attached to a chain. Then he saw the hour glass in the middle and something in his head proved it together. "IT'S A TIME TURNER!"

Hermione and Ron both made the connection at the same time and leaped to grab it out of Teddys hands. Harry holding Teddy down, Hermione and Ron trying to get the turner out of Teddys grip. There was a tinkling sensation barely noticeable in all of their chests right before Ron got the Time Turner out out of the baby's fist. "Little man has a tough grip!" He gasped.

"Please tell me we didn't travel to another time" Harry begged standing up.

The sounds it in the street were the same as far as Harry could tell, loud.
Ron looked down at his fist, "It's broken. Does that mean we're safe? We didn't travel?" There was a silence, hope lingered in the air.

"Let's hope." Was all Hermione said before taking the broken Time Turner and tossing it in the bin.

Hermione was holding Rons hand in her left, and Harrys hand in her right. Taking a deep breath full of hope, they started walking out of the dark ally way.

They froze.

Shit.

The streets looked different, more expensive. Tall towers hovered over their heads. People roamed the streets as if nothing happened. All of the stores looked different, the ice cream shop across the street was now not an ice cream shop but a clothing store. The normal looking muggle cars looked more pricey and new. There were ads playing on screens, like a flat television, all over, in shop windows, on huge billboards, etc. Everything was new and futuristic.

"'Mione?" Harry asked wide eyed.
"Yes?" The same look of fear in her eyes.
"Where are we?" Harry gasped looking around panicking.
Hermione gulped as she felt Ron squeeze her hand speechless.
"When are we, Harry. ...When."

A/N
Eeeeek! Finally the plot is moving! In the next chapter they will be in a S.H.E.I.L.D. holding cell being interrogated. 👀

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