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Relationship: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley
Prompt: (Word) Impossible
Crossing her arms, Hermione Granger leveled a glare at a sheepish looking Ron Weasley.
“Not a word!” Hermione hissed.
“In my defense–” he began.
“No,” snapped Hermione as she uncrossed her arms. Her wand slid into her hand.
Ron closed his mouth.
Hermione turned her attention to their friend. Harry Potter was dazed, staring off into space. He had been that way since Hermione apparated themm away from Diagon Alley.
Hermione waved her wand, sending a nonverbal Stinging Hex to Harry.
Harry jumpe a little before looking over at his friends. “Did you see them too?” he asked, pain and hope in his voice.
Ron wedged a little. “We saw them, mate,” he replied. “Hermione got us away before we could say or do anything.”
Harry nodded, looking a little shocked. He glanced between his friends. “Does that mean–” he began.
“Yes,” Ron answered, cutting his best friend off.
“Are you–” Harry stated.
“Positive, mate,” Ron confirmed. He waved his wand, casting a nonverbal Time Charm.
Harry stared at the date, dazed look returning. He looked over at Hermione. “But I thought you said–” he began.
“Only you make the impossible happen, mate,” Ron told him.
“Honestly, Ronald!” Hermione muttered, shooting him a glare.
Harry shook his head. “Are we stuck here?” he asked.
“Probably,” Hmerione answered. “Time travel on this level is supposed to be impossible. I think by being here, the future we know is gone.”
“We need to go horcrux hunting,” Harry stated.
“That’s your plan, mate?” Ron asked, sounding a little shocked. “Horcruxes? When your parents and Sirius–”
“Kind of,” Harry shrugged, cutting his best friend off. “You’re the strategist, Ron. Planning is your job. I’m putting together the outline.”
Ron and Hermione laughed. Despite learning they couldn’t go home – because home was gone – they had each other.
“I thought you would want to meet your parents,” Hermione said.
Harry looked conflicted. “The Dark Lord first,” he told his friends.
“I think we can do both at the same time,” Hermione explained. “We know where four of the horcruxes are and one is at Hogwarts.”
Ron nodded. “We can hunt down the ring,” he said, “and we can figure out how to get the diary from Malfoy and the cup from Bellatrix.”
“We can get the diadem in the autumn,” Hermione added.
“That leaves the locket and maybe the snake,” Ron listed.
“How will we pass for Hogwarts students?” Harry asked. “We’re twenty.”
“What year do we want to be?” asked Ron with a frown. “It’s 1975 and that means Harry’s parents are fifth years.”
“That’s perfect!” Hermione declared. “We can re-do our OWLs.”
“We’re twenty, no one will let us be fifth years,” Harry reminded his friends.
“That’s what magic is for, mate,” Ron said, shaking his head.
“There’s a potion for that,” Hermione explained. “It’s a little illegal, but we can easily brew it.”
“Only ‘a little illegal’ sounds fine,” Ron agreed with a smile.
“What about our names?” Harry asked. “People will notice if an extra Weasley or Potter randomly shows up.”
“An extra Weasley will be fine,” Ron said, dismissivally waving his hand. “There’s dozes of us and no one really notice a new teenager.”
Hermione frowned. “Harry has a point,” she muttered. “I can brew another potion that will allow us to alter our DNA or a different one that will allow us to perform a blood-adoption.”
Harry looked between his fiends. He didn’t expect this – and he wasn’t sure what to make of it.
“We can alert my DN-whatever,” Ron said. “I can always be a Prewett. You and Harry cn be siblings. Maybe mix your blood or something.”
Hermione nodded. “We can be Hermione Jean and Herny James,” she stated.
“Why Henry?” Ron asked before Harry had a chance.
“Henry is a Shakespear character, like Hermione,” she explained. “It will be our family tradition.”
Ron nodded, a thoughtful look on his face.
Harry was a little confused. “Why do we need a tradition like that?”
“Honestly, Henry,” Hermione said, shaking her head. “All magical families have a name tradition – like Blacks with stars and constellations.”