The Magic of Time (A Harry Potter fanfiction)

A Time for Travel

The duo spent the months leading up to winter break researching everything they could about the time of Voldemort’s second rise to power and his eternal downfall. They both figured that if they were going to go back and save Teddy’s parents, then they might as well be prepared for what they may have to face. But the more time they spent together and the closer the break got, the more irritated they both seemed to become. Whether it was from nerves, stress, or simply just their constant presence around the other, it seemed as though all they ever did was fight. It wasn’t until the very week before they left that they finally did agree to remain civil, and even then it was difficult for them.

“I think we should leave next week,” Teddy announced as they both poured over their books in the Room of Requirement. Victoire’s head snapped up and she stared at him in shock. He rolled his eyes, looking away from his book for only a second to acknowledge her. “Don’t give me that look, Vic. We only have about two weeks left until break. If we don’t do it next week, we never will.”

Too used to him snapping at her now, she simply narrowed her eyes and replied in a falsely calm tone, “Well, don’t you think it’s a little sudden? I mean, we’ve hardly even thought about it.”

“That’s why I’ve given you a week’s notice to think about it,” he replied, slamming his book shut with a loud clap. “But if you don’t want to go, that’s fine. I can go by myself.”

“Oh, don’t be stupid, Teddy,” she snapped. Instant guilt washed over her, and she took a deep breath to relax herself. “Like I told you before, we’re in this together.”

She watched Teddy’s jaw clench momentarily before he sighed, his hand running through his uncharacteristically dark brown hair. “Sorry. This whole thing’s been taking its toll on me lately.”

“You and me both,” she agreed, her eyes moving to look at the floor in front of him. “But don’t ever say that I should just stay behind. You know that I’d never let you do this on your own.”

A small smile flitted across his face. “You got it, Vic.” An awkward silence fell between them and he drummed his fingers along the spine of the book he’d been studying. “So, next week? Just before we leave for break?”

She drew her knees to her chest and rested her head atop them. “I don’t know, Teddy. I mean, it’ll be here so quickly…”

“Please?” he asked, his eyes becoming larger and changing the color to a dark brown, becoming the most heart-wrenching pout Victoire had ever seen.

“Using Metamorphmagus abilities are cheating, Teddy,” she complained, though she did manage a chuckle. “Fine, next week.”

He scooted over to her, enveloping her in a tight hug. “You really are the best, you know that?” he told her, pulling back, a lopsided grin on his face. She could hardly help but return the smile.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now we just have a lot to plan with a little less than a week to do so.”

He shrugged. “We’re Vic and Teddy. We can do anything.”

Teddy’s statement only proved to be true as they spent their remaining time until departure preparing. They finished learning the necessary information, practiced dueling spells in case they were sucked into battle, and Victoire even dug out her old beaded bag that Aunt Hermione had given her as a birthday gift in the event that they were stuck there a little longer than they had planned. Teddy was amazed to find that it could fit virtually anything inside of it.

“Where’d you get this?” he asked, examining the bag with interest.

“Birthday present.”