Time Turners | Harry Potter AU

Chapter 1

London, a place of many wonders, whether that be through the many landscapes, or it's rich history, it was a place filled with magic, whether you were a wizard or not. 

A rough looking male in his mid thirties scurried down the empty streets of London, his hand resting on the magical stick in a hidden compartment of his trench coat he was accustomed to wearing. He was on his way home, and although it was in the depths of the night, this was an early time for him to return to his family. The male smiled at the thought of his family, pulling out a small photo from his pocket and stopping against one of the flickering lamp posts to gaze at the photo. 

The photo was framed in a detailed wooden photo frame, and it pictured the male and another person. He was tan, with bright green intelligent looking eyes and a wide smile on his lips. He looked like he had been through a battle or two, with scars on his chin and on his forehead. Above him was written 'Harry Potter'. 

Harry turned to look towards the other middle aged person, his wife. He bit his lip, his eyes closing. He loved Ginny with all of his heart, she was the one person who kept him going during the war. He sighed, putting the photo back into his pocket and he continued to walk towards his flat, his hand going back to where his wand was, just in case. 

It took another ten minutes for Harry to reach his flat, and he scrambled for the key, opening the door slowly, surprised to hear some chatting coming from the living room. It was extremely late and he expected Ginny to be asleep. He went towards the door, peering in. 

Inside the living room, Ginny was sat with a cup of tea in her hand, Harry knew it was honey tea, since that was her favourite. She was talking to her brother, Ron Weasley. Harry was quick to listen into their conversation, curious to hear why they were up so late.

"So what's our plan for next week?" Ron asked, picking at Harry's armchair. Harry watched as Ginny rolled her eyes, sipping her tea, before putting it down. 

"Finish what Dumbledore wanted us to do obviously-" she retorted, giving a rather exaggerated sigh. Harry continued to listen, confused. What did Dumbledore want them to do? Voldemort was dead and they had won, surely. 

"Kill him? But how?" Ron replied, his voice lowering slightly. Harry's eyes widened and he eagerly kept watching. Who were they going to kill?

Ginny smirked, her eyes narrowing, biting her lip slightly. "I've lived with him for years Ron, I'm sure I can just do the killing curse on him-" 

Harry felt his heart pump against his ribcage as the realisation of who they wanted to murder hit him. He felt the palms of his hand start to sweat and he gripped onto the wall, keeping himself steady. He thought Ginny loved him, he loved her, and Ron. Harry had always felt happy around Ron, he had stood up for the other male numerous times and had even shared his worst insecurities with him. 

Ron was supposed to be his best friend. 

His first friend.

Harry gave a small sob, clasping his hands to his mouth, feeling the tears fall. Was he dreaming? He hoped this was some sort of nightmare, he had to be dreaming. He ran towards his room, not caring whether they heard him or not. He ran into his room, closing the door behind him and locking it, turning around and freezing on the spot. 

There was another person in his room. The new male was shorter than Harry and had brown hair and glasses. He was wearing a suit and looked professional. The man had Harry's chocolate frog card he kept on his desk in his hands, and he was studying it curiously. He looked up, studying Harry for a moment, his serious frown turning into a grin. 

"Fucking hell, you're finally here-"