Harry Potter: Magical Legacy

Harry shuddered as Hermione's Patronus split up into mist and faded into the night. She fell to the ground beside him and Harry's concentration wavered. His Patronus gave a last yowl before also falling to the Dementors. Tonks held on only slightly longer. As her defense died under the weight of the mass of Dementors, the screams started up again in Harry's head. He managed to just barely hang onto consciousness. In the next few moments, he almost wished he hadn't.

Tonks was knocked down and grappling with a Dementor while Hermione was pushed down beside him with one on top of her as well. A third Dementor grabbed Harry and started pulling him close, a horrible sucking void visible beneath its hood. Harry yelled and struggled. He tried to force another Patronus but he knew his connection to the memory wasn't strong enough since the Dementor was leaching that power just by being near.

'Connection. That's why the Silver Spirit doesn't work. It's not connected to the caster. Well fat lot of good that does now.' If he and his friends weren't about to be de-souled, the revelation of finally figuring out the problem inherent with his rune cluster would've had him laughing. As it was, it only served to help the Dementors increase his sense of uselessness and depression. The Dementor leaned close and all Harry could do was push back his mum's screams and silently call for help in his mind.

A...presence…responded to his plea. It felt like a small puppy waking up and searching for its master. Harry desperately traced the feeling to the source and pulled. With an inarticulate yell, Harry yanked the presence to him and the Sword of Gryffindor materialized in his right hand. Thrusting the Sword up into the Dementor, Harry yelled louder and drew the blade up through the creature's chest into its face. A horrible screeching cut through all other sounds in the area and the Dementor imploded. It folding into itself, seeming to be sucked into the Sword. The screech cut off and the Dementor was gone, leaving just a gleaming sword and a gaping teen behind.

Shaking his head, Harry pushed himself off the ground and turned to Hermione. He thrust the Sword forward into the Dementor over her as well and a second screech shattered the night. The blade thrummed in his hand and drank the Dementor into itself. The silencing of the Dementor's screech let a scream from Tonks take its place. Harry panicked. He didn't think and he didn't turn to his older friend. He dropped to his knees besides Hermione who shakily clutched at him. Harry ignored her hands and grabbed the Time Turner hanging free outside her robes. One more piercing screech rang out behind him as Harry slipped an arm through the chain and twisted the little hourglass. Hermione cried out and grabbed for his arm and the world spun around them.

Harry felt himself being pulled to the side as if he had been caught in a gigantic undertow. His arm started slipping through the loop he had tried to form under the chain. Hermione's grip tightened into a vice as she pulled his arm up, holding onto him amidst the torrent. Harry's arm felt like it was going to be pulled out of its socket as the current tossed his body around. He only barely managed to prevent the Sword from nicking either one of them. Finally, the world slowed and the current died. Everything slotted into place around him and Harry collapsed on top of Hermione panting and whimpering at the pain in his head and arm.

Hermione wrapped her arms around him and started sobbing into his chest. "You idiot! I can't believe you did that! I told you Time Turners were dangerous, Harry! I told you! You could've been swept away and lost in the aether! Why would you do that?!"

"Sorry, Mione," Harry murmured. "I didn't exactly have much time to think about it, I just...did it."

"You are in so much trouble!" Her tears were slowing but she was still holding him tight enough that it was hard to breath. "I don't even – I am going to kill you if you ever do something like that again, Harry James Potter!"

"Yes, Mione. Sorry, Mione."

Abruptly Hermione released him and pushed them both into a sitting position. "What were you thinking? It doesn't even matter, Harry! Yes we're away from the Dementors but everyone else is still going to lose their soul in – how many times did you turn it?"

"You have to specify how many times?" Harry's eyes widened and he looked at the little hourglass and the falling sands in horror.

"Of course you have to specify how many times!" Her face was reddening not unlike a Weasley's.

"I only flipped it once. I figured that would send us back six hours like you said..."

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