Harry Potter and Hermione Granger

"Like a missile thy shot through the endless depths."

        "So the plan is we wait." Harry said, shrugging. Hermione stood up and shoved Harry down. "Let me speak" She complained to  him "So Harry said the first step, kind of. We wait until Harry and Sirius show up, then we let Harry wait a bit for his dad to show up. When he realizes his dad won't show, he waits until the other him can't see the real Harry well. Then he steps out and shoots his wand. Harry said there was only to people. One with bushy hair, me. You and Ron" She said, pointing to Ginny "Hide until I whistle and we run to the infirmary to join with our originals. Ginny will be there to. We changed the past, not just kept it going. As for saving Sirius, when we get there we decide." With that everyone relaxed, knowing it was a solid plan as for waiting. With a bright smile Ginny began to stand with Harry.

        She let out a quite and timid laugh as she took in his glasses and ruffled black hair, his smile was contagious and he looked like a boy who might have braces from her old muggle school. She began to wonder about what all was happening in her old school with her old friends. Wizardry had always been a large part of her life, her father working in the ministry, and her parents both being wizards. Not only that, but no Weasley had ever not been a wizard or witch not that she knew, at least. "Dear God Harry, damn, your a mess." she said, her voice still quite and now rough. She coughed to clear her throat and then smiled. "I know, at least its not out of my norm." he told her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Loveys, its time." said Hermione, her voice tired, her clothes looked scathed and harmed. Nothing made sense to the sane group, nothing. Harry followed her sad gaze to the lake, seeing an even more harmed boy and a older man, fall by the lake. 

             "It's me." Harry said "My dad will be here any minute.". Harry was so convinced in what he wanted rather than what he knew. Harry watched as the original him arched his back as a dementor began to suck his soul, but he could also will himself to fight it. Harry could see Sirius was already passed out and became concerned. Not even a rustle to indicate his dad. Nothing. Not a bird in the air, lost in a scared flight. Not a separated deer, departed from its child in a moment of fright. Not a bug whom lost its why as a colossal foot made a mountain in its way. Nothing to tell Harry he was right, as he began slowly losing faith in his dad. Harry shook his head and ran to the edge where Harry had supposedly seen his dad. Raising his wand "Expecto Patronum!" He chanted, the pain, mental, and physical, tainting his already tired voice. Harry pulled out memorys of his family, his dad. His mom. He could almost see them. He could almost see when he got his first broom, it had only gone inches off the ground. He kept thinking and got a clear view of his mothers face, his wand kept shaking as the Stag was released  into the sky, galloping over the lake. Hermione stood beside Harry, her presence comforting. He wished she was Ginny, but since she wasn't, that's nothing bad to him.

            (Back in the right time.)

          "Sirius, Dumbledore, where is he?" asked Harry, Dumbledors half moon classes slipping on his nose as he whispered "Roof my boy. Blimey, go to the roof.". Harry, Hermione, and Ron the new school trio took off, leaving Ginny sitting uncomfortable with Snape. "I'll come back Gin." he said. Ginny nodded, willing him to go on. Harry ran up the stairs, leaving her officially behind. "Ron, go to the roof, Harry, follow me." Said Hermione, Harry turned to her and began to walk, but Ron reached over and stopped him. "Sorry man, but I mean Bloody Hell, your her ex. I... I'm just not sure about this." said Ron, causing Hermione to roll her eyes and Harry to laugh. "That's fine man. I'll go to the roof, you go with her." said Harry, giving Ron a slight smile and wink. Ron laughed and He and Hermione ran downstairs. Harry kept going, as his legs grew weak and tired, wishing he could slow, but knowing it would only leave to harm. He finally reached the top of the tower and shoved his way to a cage. Holding a dark haired man who was sleeping upon the ground, leaning against the wall. The ground was littered in bones, it made Harry sick as he looked upon it. His body shook in disgust.