Back In Time

Back In Time: Chapter Twelve

[[A/N: Okay so here’s the next chapter, sorry it’s taken so long. I’ve been spending extra time with my son, because he’s finally gotten into learning about things. Mostly I’m teaching him what things are…eyes, nose, mouth, teeth tongue chair, cup…yada yada yada. It’s going really great if anyone actually cares! But his 2nd birthday is coming up, so I probably wont be updating too often! Either way, I hope you enjoy this chapter, tell me what you think? Sorry if Dumbledore’s OOC (out of character)…but I have a hard time thinking like he does…all knowing and what not…Peace and Love]]

EDITED: Chapter Twelve:

I gulped down air as if it were the elixir of life, which I suppose it was. My lungs burned, my legs felt like jelly and my stomach was on the verge of emptying itself completely. I could feel my heart pounding in my head, and before I could even think about it, I was sitting down underneath one of the many trees just inside of the Forbidden Forest.

The unusually cold wind whipped around me, for it already being June, it sure was pretty cold around, but I paid it no mind.

Scratching my arm, I accidentally made the sleeve of my cloak pull up, showing my Dark Mark. I’d nearly forgotten about having it, but I still kept scratching it. It wouldn’t stop, until finally it became a dull pain, getting sharper as the time went on.

After several minutes it occurred to me what was happening. Voldemort was calling his Death Eaters. I didn’t imagine that it would work for me seeing as technically I had gotten it twenty years in the future but I supposed I did. The pain steadily increased until I was nearly in tears once again, which is how Dumbledore found me.

I didn’t see him until he cleared his throat. Jerking up, I stared at him, wondering what he was doing out in the Forbidden Forest. His stare was on my arm, and quickly I covered up the mark, even though he’d already seen it.

“Does it hurt?”

I nodded, a ball seemed to be lodged in my throat, making it near impossible to talk. He stared around the Forbidden Forest, looking at trees and the ground before turning back to me with the regular twinkle in his blue eyes.

“It seems your father – Brother, I mean, would like to speak to you. He claims that it’s urgent.”

I smiled, just thinking about being able to talk to him again. Despite the fact that he was my age, he was still able to make me feel safe and comforted, like just like he did nearly twenty years fr5om now.

“I’ll speak to him, thank you Headmaster.”

Together we walked back to the school in a companionable silence, and I couldn’t help but to let my mind wander, wondering what Severus wanted to speak to me about that was so important.

“He’s currently in the Room of Requirement, do you know what that is?”

I nodded. “We had to use it for nearly a year, when I was fifteen.” I didn’t tell him more than that, I hadn’t decided if I wanted to change the future or not as of yet, and I was worried that telling Dumbledore why we needed the Room or Requirement might change it.

“Then what are you waiting for, my dear?”

I smiled at him before waving and rushing off down the corridors. On the way, I passed the Marauders and though they called for me, I didn’t stop to talk to them, I was more concerned with what my father had to tell me, than getting yelled at by Sirius again.

I paced back and forth in front of the wall three times, smiling when the hidden door revealed itself to me. I walked in, immediately noticing my father sitting on a couch in the corner. The room looked much like the living room in our house did when he was actually my father, and not my ‘brother’. It was dark, almost dingy. The only thing different were this time there was nothing that I had added, like a bright tan leather chair, colored rug and the neon green desk lamp. It was as if I’d never existed in this room.

Shaking my head, I looked at my father, and he smiled at me. Smiled! It was bright, and his teeth were abnormally white. His hair didn’t look as greasy, and his obsidian eyes actually held some measure of happiness. I couldn’t help but wonder what made him into the cynical tyrant he was in my own year.

“You wanted to talk to me?”

His eyes shined as I came closer towards him, sitting beside him, but yet not sitting too close. Regardless of his newfound friendliness, he still didn’t like to be crowded. Just another way I took after him.

“I’ve some important news you may want to hear.”

I waited for him to elaborate, but after several moments it was clear that he wasn’t going to.

“Go on…”

“I’ve come up with a counter spell. Though I can’t be sure exactly how far into the future it will send you, so there’s only one way to find out. If you really want to go back to your own time, then I think I can help.”

It felt as though I’d grabbed a seashell and stuck it up to my ear. All I could hear after my father said those words was a constant whooshing sound, blood pounding in my ears, my heart beat making my brain feel like it was being beat with a hammer. Basically the same feeling I’d had after running away from my friends this morning.

My friends.

Did I actually want to leave them? I’d become so attached to Sirius, Remus, James and even Peter is some freaky small brother way. Even with knowing what he’d do to James and Lily in the future, that wasn’t who he was now. Timid, self-concious, just wanting friends. James, who was such a jokester, and though he was a bully to some degree, he still looked out for me these last months. Remus. He’s so quiet, almost shy to a degree, a hard worker, and someone who I began to think of as my older brother.

Then there was Sirius.

Sure, we fought all the time, but I loved it! It was like a thrill, being able to compete our wits against each other. His nearly black eyes always sparkled mischievously, a giant, bright smile constantly on his face. He was loyal and fierce, protecting all of his friends without a care for his own safetly.

And I loved him.

I’d been fighting the feeling for weeks now, not wanting to get so attached to someone in the past, but it was much too late for that now. I had the chance to go home. The place where I belonged. Where James was dead, Remus was in hiding from Voldemort, Peter was Voldemort’s follower…and Sirius was killed by his own cousin.

I wasn’t so sure if I actually wanted to go back to the time.

“Can I have some time to think about it?”

My father nodded, and I walked out the door, my eyes to the floor, thinking all about my options.