Disrupting Time

Chapter Six

Disrupting Time

Discovering the Truth

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"Oh Merlin's arse, what now?"

As she finished her words, a young man came through to her living room. A young man she knew full well.

Draco's lunatic son.

"You!" she practically yelled at him. He was watching her in disbelief, he looked at everything about her, how she stood, how she looked. Her hair, his eyes stuck on her hair.

Lesley stepped forward. "Who is he?" she said looking at Ginny. Her eyes then went to the boy. "And why has he trashed your apartment?" she added in a softer voice.

The boy's gaze snapped to Lesley in disbelief and realisation as if he had had a revelation of some sort.

She craned her head so Lesley could hear her whispering. "He thinks I killed his mother, who I don't know or care for at this moment." She went back to the boy who was grasping at his hair. "Why are you here?" she said to him forcefully.

He stopped his pacing and looked back at her. He had some pieces of paper in his hand. Ginny noticed them and knew them to be private things she usually kept in her underwear drawer. "You went through my underwear! You pervert!"

He looked down at his hand. Then back at her, he seemed to be in a state of shock. He was having difficulty breathing and he sat down as he hyperventilated. She nervously went to sit next to him but as soon as she did he looked at her, shook his head and moved away as if he couldn't take it.

"Is - are you alright?" She struggled to remember his name. "Demeter?"

"Dimitri," he corrected looking at the ground. The papers in his hand fell to the floor and Lesley bent to pick them up.

"Your birth certificate? Ginny-."

"Ginny!" He suddenly came alive and stood up moving away from both of them. "You called her Ginny?" He stood pointing at them in turn. "Merlin's arse it's true isn't it? You're Ginevra Weasley?"

"Erm... yeah she is," Lesley answered.

"No! I want her to tell me. I want the truth from you right now."

Lesley moved to say something but Ginny stopped her. She looked at Lesley and said, "Give him the papers."

"Why-."

"Just do it." Lesley gave in and handed them to him. He looked at her hand but took them from her not knowing what was going on.

"My name is Ginny Weasley but I was born Ginevra Molly Weasley, to my parents Molly and Arthur. I am the youngest sister of six brothers, one of which is dead but all of which are a pain in the arse. I was delivered by Doctor Kenneth Blake. He is still our family doctor."

He looked down at the birth certificate. "So? You could have memorised all that stuff."

"I couldn't have memorised that it was a home birth, that's not on there, my mum was washing when her water broke and they didn't have time to get her to the hospital. I had turned around so I couldn't be born. My mum had to be cut open. She still has the scars. That's why Doctor Blake is so trusted. He actually left the hospital to find us in the middle of nowhere place we live, still live actually. They don't put that one a birth certificate. We had to have it reprinted on a St. Mungo's certificate to certify I was born and so that I could be put on the waiting list for Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" he said. "What's that?"

Both women frowned in concern for this boy's sanity. "The school. You didn't go there?" Lesley said obviously.

He watched them as if there were crazy. "School? There are no schools anymore," he said seriously.

Ginny sat down. "No schools? What kind of future do you live in?"

"Future?" Lesley suddenly said.

Ginny moved her head toward Lesley but kept her eyes on Dimitri. "Yeah, it's where he's from." Lesley sat down.

Ginny suddenly rubbed her stomach. "Oh god, that muffin is coming back to bite me in the arse."

Lesley looked at her. "You want some help?" she smiled.

Ginny shook her head. "No, I'll be okay." She stood up and looked over at Dimitri, he was watching her rub her stomach and he was equally freaking out. She stopped, forgetting about her stomach, and looked at him.

"Oh god," he said. "Oh god," he repeated. "That's - that's - you're - I'm," he continued stuttering as he pointed to her abdomen. After a while of just pointing, he sat down too.

"Are you sure you're alright, you never gave me an answer, you know." He was holding his head in his hands and rocking himself. When he removed his hands his eyes were red. He was crying.

"All this time," he said. "You were right there. You were right there and I hated you so much but you were right there."

"Yes, I'm right here," Ginny said hoping it was the right thing to say. She looked at Lesley but she just shrugged. Neither of them knew what was going on. Then Dimitri got up and went over to Ginny.

She flinched for a moment thinking he was coming after her finally for killing his mother but froze altogether when she opened her eyes - had she closed her eyes? - and found he was holding her. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Then when he squeezed she felt him press against her stomach and she could taste the muffin in her mouth.

"Erm, I'm all for the hugging instead of killing me thing, but erm, could you ease off because I'm about to throw up on you." He let her go promptly and she ran to the bathroom.

When he heard the toilet flush he waited for her to come back out and smiled at her.

She just watched him like he was crazy and walked to stand by Lesley. The woman that helped his father raise him from the age of two. He had seen her as a best friend, the same best friend of his mother. His mother who was standing in front of him. He still had the papers in his hand, but between them were a few photographs he had found of her, he saw the red hair, and he saw how much she resembled the only picture he had ever seen of her. He had had to go to his grandmother's house to find more of her. To prove his father wrong.

But then he had found a picture of a woman with dark hair, blue in the sunlight, and she was standing with a woman with dark brown curls who he knew to be Lesley. He could see her now, he could see her face.

Now he could see the truth.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted toward you. It was wrong, I know that now."

Ginny suddenly worked it out. "Did Draco send you here to apologise?"

He shook his head. "No, he didn't. He didn't stop me from coming either."

"Again, you took off again? You have to go back, right now. Let me see the time turner you used." She moved toward him but he moved away.

"No, you can't send me back - I can't go back, not now." He fought off her hands but she took hold of it anyway. It was the same onyx one she recognised from when he took her. It seemed so long ago since then but it had only been the week before.

"You took this one again? Doesn't he hide these things from you?"

"Yeah," he said in an obvious way. "He was wearing this when I took it though. He isn't very good at that kind of thing anyway because I can always find stuff. I'm gifted that way I guess, he says I get it from my mum." He was watching her then, like he was trying to tell her something.

She took the time turner off and looked at him holding it up in front of him. "So not only are you disobedient but you're a thief as well? And you don't have to watch me like that anymore you know, I already feel guilty for killing her even though I have no idea who she is so you can cut it out." She kept looking at the time turner and even read the inscription as she began to walk to the sofa.

"She gave this to him for his birthday, you know. Apparently she was always running away from things she didn't trust."

She stopped walking. Her eyes snapped to the boy in front of her. "Who?" she asked him wanting to know the answer. Her hands began to tremor.

He smiled at her then and she could even see water seep from the corners.

"My mum."

***

"What - what did you just say?"

"My mum bought this for my dad about a year before I was born. He says that one day when I learn to appreciate it he'll give it to me."

"Yeah sure proving your worth there, Sparky," Lesley added quietly.

Dimitri didn't stop looking at Ginny but answered that remark with a smirk. "I heard that," he said. The same thing he always said when she called him that ridiculous name.

"I'm guessing that's a good thing," Lesley replied.

He laughed. "It's the greatest thing all day. I needed some normalcy."

Lesley picked up the box of clothes she was carrying before this episode started and took it into the spare room she had been calling home for the past two weeks. "Glad to be of service," she saluted and walked off.

He watched her go and then turned back to Ginny. She was standing in the same position and staring at him as if she had never seen him before. When she had gotten over that particular state of shock, she began moving her mouth as if she was trying to say something but nothing was coming out, just a series of ums and ahs.

He smiled. He had gone through this ritual too. "That should wear off soon. A few minutes I think."

She gave him a weak smile and looked away from him. She spotted the couch, her famous sulking couch and made a bee line for it before she passed out. Soon after, she felt another sink in the cushion next to her and looked up to see him sit next to her. She kept her gaze averted as she thought.

It was then that she realised how stupid she had been.

She went through all the things she had heard both him and Draco saying when he had kidnapped her. How she had killed his mother. How Dimitri had her temper, how he was fourteen now and she was pregnant fourteen years before two-thousand - sixteen. How Draco had never actually answered that they never got back together, how he said 'I wish you had stuck around for a little while longer.' She raised her head as she backtracked through her thoughts. She killed his mother. She looked at him.

I died before he hit three.

"Oh god."

Dimitri frowned. "What, what is it?" he asked.

She held onto her chest and breathed in and out. He had gone through it already. There was no need to bring that up for him again. "So, I guess you don't hate me anymore, huh?" she said with a sudden smile.

He looked at her strangely and cocked his head to the side. That didn't sound like an 'Oh god,' statement. "No, I guess not. I am sorry though."

She nodded and looked away. "It's okay any person would have hated me. Hell I just lost one of my best friends, I hate me."

She watched him think for a second and count off in his fingers. He then got a look as if he had solved a puzzle. "You mean Pete?"

"How did you-."

"Lesley told me about him. How you both lied to her instead of telling her about your jobs, which totally kicks arse by the way, and yada-yada-yada," he smiled. "She's still very high strung about it."

She laughed. "You haven't known her long enough, she'll be high strung about it until she dies. Which I hope isn't too soon."

"Nah, she's got plenty of years left." He looked at her. "I would never have guessed it was you, you know."

"Guessed what was me?"

He lifted himself up to take something out of the back pocket of his jeans. He handed it to her and she took it. It was a muggle photograph of a woman with long red hair standing over a small child. She was bent over him so she couldn't see her face but if she didn't know any better she could have sworn it was her. "Is that... me?"

He nodded. "Yeah, this is what made me realise you didn't die when I was born."

She suddenly understood. "Ah this is the tell tale picture, huh?"

"Yeah, here was me looking for a woman with red hair and there you are with - well, you know." He gestured to the condition of her hair with his head. "Dad never said that you were one of those people who experimented." He saw the look she gave him and he shrank back a little. "It's a nice colour though," he tried hoping it would help.

She narrowed her eyes. "Hey! This is your father's fault thank you very much, he did this to me after we - well, never mind."

He shook it off. "Don't worry, don't wanna hear it."

She shrugged. "Anyway, right now, in this time, he doesn't want to know me so I can't fix it."

He turned to her. "He wants nothing to do with you? Even though you're..." He saw the evasive look she was showing and cocked an eyebrow. "Wait, have you even told him?" he asked.

"Erm, in a manner of speaking-." He gave her a stern look. "Okay no. No I haven't, but he hasn't really given me a reason to, has he?"

"But he wants me," he said. He shrugged. "I mean - I should know."

She didn't want to deal with this right now. "Well I don't know so, until I do, I'm just gonna leave him in the dark."

"Which is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard," said Lesley who was coming out of her bedroom in different clothes and looking like she was going out.

"Where are you going?" Ginny asked.

"I thought we could go out somewhere, anywhere. I need to get out of here, what do you say?"

"I guess."

"Good, go get dressed." She pulled Ginny off the couch and pushed her toward her room. When Ginny shut her door, Lesley looked at the boy who was sitting there watching it. She put her hands on her hips and waited for him to look at her. "So, tell me more about me."

***

"You were serious then, when you said that there were no schools."

"Yes I was. There are none, not anymore. Voldemort was defeated before my time. Way before actually but Rayon is so beyond what he is. He's no ordinary power-hungry man. He's after the stone and if I worked it out right he should have it by, wait what month is it?"

"November."

"Ok... in the next few days."

"Hold on, did you say stone?" Ginny queried. "I thought that was - wasn't the stone destroyed?"

He shook his head. "The only person who can destroy the stone is either the person who made it or the person it was created for. Seeing as both of them are missing in action the stone is now indestructible. No one was able to find it except for one person. She projected herself into your head when you were in a coma. In a way, she's like a second -half - kind of cousin to me, but not. You know?"

Ginny thought for a while, the woman in her dream. The girl who woke her up. Rebecca. "Rebecca has the stone?" she asked.

"In this time? Not for long. She saw it in your head because she was there for a while. When she went back to the house-."

Lesley put up her hands. "Wait, wait one second. Isn't she dead? From what I hear the funeral is next week."

"How do you think that 'The Great Dark Wizard Aztarophe and his son Cyrus were able to stay alive for so long? Their tricks do go through the family, you know. Rebecca is not dead, I know this because she still comes around every so often when Zacharin is being a pain in her arse."

"You - never mind." Ginny heaved a long breath and drank her orange juice.

"Anyway, Rayon got the stone but he doesn't know how to use it. He can't summon Maleyna cos she's already dead so he went to the next best thing." He looked at her pointedly.

Ginny spluttered, half choking and coughed hard. "Me?" she said croakily through the acid of the juice in her throat.

"Yeah. I was only two when it happened but dad told me the truth promising me never to tell anyone. I wasn't supposed to see you again but after he told me who you really were... I just had to. Rayon murdered you and I'm going to stay here to help you fight him."

Ginny choked again. "Fight him - you got the wrong hero mate, I could give you the address of Harry Potter though. How would he do?"

"He isn't a reincarnation of a past god, is he?"

"Well some people say he bears a striking resemblance to Godric Gryffindor. Isn't that enough?"

"Has Godric ever even heard of the Stone of Aztarophe? I doubt it. It has to be you mu - Ginny," he corrected quickly.

Ginny couldn't help the wide grin that plastered itself on her face. "It's okay, you can call me mum. I guess I'll have to get used to it from now on if you're gonna stick around. You can sleep on the couch or something."

He frowned. "You're not going to send me back?" he asked.

She looked at him obviously. "Can I honestly count on you to stay there?" She raised an eyebrow when he dared think he was going to say yes. He shook his head. "I thought so," she said taking a small sip of her orange juice. She looked around. "Where is Lesley?"

"She's over there." He pointed behind her and when Ginny turned around she saw Lesley paying for another drink. She turned back when Lesley began walking toward them with the glass in her hand.

"These people have no idea how to make a good Black Russian."

Ginny shook her head and smiled. "Indeed."

"So," Lesley said. "What did I miss?"

"A very in depth depiction of my soon to be death."

"Oh, charming, how's it happen?"

"With me saving the world it seems."

"Ooh goodie, advocate of Harry are you? I wondered when you would want him so much you'd finally become him."

She hit Lesley on the arm. "I do not want Harry, he has Cho doesn't he?"

Lesley snorted. "Sure, so does half of London."

Ginny hit her again. "Lesley!"