The next morning I went in to work like I normally would have, and headed down to level 9. Working with the time turners, was just like any other day and I knew I had a large batch of time turners I needed to test out, that we had made the day before. I’d gotten there pretty early in the morning and set about lining them up on the worktop in the testing room. When you test time turners, you usually only turn it a quarter of a turn and then sit with your own self in the room for 15 minutes, before the person vanishes with their own time turner. I had gotten through about 5 of them and noticed people starting to come in to work as I picked up the sixth one. Turning it a quarter of a turn I watched as time started passing around me, and after a bit realized something was off, it hadn’t stopped passing and things were starting to change, it grew faster and faster until I ended up blacking out. The sounds and noise kept running through my head as I lay there on the ground. I was unconscious but yet conscious of my surroundings. I could hear voices and screaming even at times, but completely unable to bring myself back to consciousness. I had no idea what was going on! I could hear laughter and tears, banging and complete silence. Something was happening in the waking world but yet I still lay there in silence unable to open my eyes. I had no idea how much time had passed before I felt the solid ground underneath me and voices again talking and asking what had happened. Where was I, and what had happened? I still lay there halfway between consciousness and unconsciousness, able to hear them speaking but unable to speak or make any sign that I was aware of what was happening. I heard someone yell for MLE to come down and that there was an intruder in the department. I had no idea who was speaking or who they were even talking about. Who was the intruder? Where was he? The last thing he remembered was turning the time turner a quarter of a turn and the time starting to fly past him. Why couldn’t he open his eyes or speak? He lay there still in between consciousness and unconsciousness unable to reach anyone around him. Or even blink an eyelash or move his hand, to let them know he was awake and able to understand them. Hearing another few people enter the room, he heard more people talking frantically about how this person was found laying on the floor in the Time Room. Was that person me? Was I the person everyone was calling the intruder? I wasn’t an intruder! I was the division head for the Time Room! I still lay there unable to communicate with anyone. I could hear them asking if the person had any id on them, OF COURSE I DID! I had my badge on my chest didn’t I? The person nearest me said I had a badge from the Ministry of Magic but no one had any idea who Gidyun Yenorin was. That was me, so the person that they thought was the intruder was me! I had to wake up, I had to let them know I wasn’t an intruder. Where was I? How far back in the past had I gone? Merlin, was I seriously here now before I was born? God I hoped not! I didn’t want to be able to see my family grow and my father die all over again, see Corin and I fight, Voldemort come back to power. God I was getting a headache and I didn’t even know what the hell was going on! Finally someone tapped my head with his wand, and my eyes opened staring into the eyes of the person who was leaning over me. A young woman, with her eyes flashing as she stared at me. ‘Who are you, and how did you get into my department?’ she demanded, asking me the one question I couldn’t answer without them staring at me like I was crazy. I explained who I was and heard tons of scoffing and snorting from those around me. The guy from MLE shook his head ‘you’re going to have to try harder than that to get out of a breaking and entering son.’ I stared at him and shook my head and tried to sit up when he put his hand on my chest holding me down. Unpinning my badge I held to him, ‘If nothing else will make you believe me, that will prove it. Go check your records I was the Division head in the Time room.’ Damn….erm…. If it was in the future the records wouldn’t show that I was the Time Room division head ‘Err, okay well it says on my badge that I was the Time Room division head, look at it! I’m not lying to you, I was testing time turners when something happened!’

I was ignored and the badge removed from my hand, not given a choice I was soon cuffed and escorted from the department and led to level 2 and thrown into a cell. Sitting down on the bench that was to by my bed, I set my head in my hands and just sat there. I had no idea what year I was in, or how far back I had travelled in time. It was obvious the items around the room outside the cell were newer, so it wasn’t too far back in time. I don’t know how long I lay there on the bench waiting for someone to tell me what was going on. I just wanted to know what year I was in, and if I could return to my own time. I wanted to put things back to normal and not ever touch a time turner ever again. Getting to my feet when someone approached, a man stood in front of the cell and spoke ‘Gidyun Josef Yenorin, son of Abigail Será Buskirk and Josef Theodore Yenorin on February 17, 1979. Correct?’ My eyes stared into the man’s eyes in confusion and I nodded slightly. ‘Yes’ so obviously it was after he was born. One thing that worked in his favour. Could he at least hope that the time wasn’t that much different from his own time line then? ‘Get Fudge or….Scrimgeour or whoever is Minister currently, I know both of them.’ Hmm, Cornelius he’d met back at the Tri-wizard but if that hadn’t happened yet, then he wouldn’t know him. Damn… The man was staring at him like he was missing an eye or something. ‘Son, it’s 2063, Scrimgeour is dead and well….Fudge….he wouldn’t remember you if you wanted him to, his minds a bit addled now at his age and all.’ Unlocking the cell door, he held it open for me to exit it. I stood there still inside the cell, trying to comprehend what the man was saying. The year was 2063? How could that even be? ‘You’ve got to be wrong.’ I murmured shaking my head. Something was very wrong here, it couldn’t be that far in the future. I’d never even used a time turner to go into the future, only into the past. Into the future was dangerous! To lose an entire part of your life, no matter how small it was, could have dire consequences! The man looked sympathetically at me and said he was sorry, but recommended that I go home, get some rest, and perhaps return to talk to the department head of Mysteries perhaps tomorrow. Tomorrow. What was I supposed to do for tonight? I had no money, no place to go, all I had on me was my wand and the clothes I was wearing. I supposed I could go to Gringotts…if that bank even existed still and take some money out. I saw sympathy in the man’s face but I didn’t want sympathy I wanted answers. Was I going to be able to return to my own time again? Could I survive another time turner use, would I be able to return? Did I want to? OF COURSE I WANTED TO! Just last night I had talked to Maree, so hatefully, and watched as she walked away from me. And now I sat 65 years later unable to even talk to her and apologize! My family, what had happened to my mum or Ava? I was going to go straight to my home and see if anyone was there. I didn’t give a damn about if I had money, or anything else, I wouldn’t rest til I had seen my family at least.

I was numb, I had gone from confused, to completely stunned to find myself in the cell, to dumbfounded when he had told me it was the year 2063, to now numb with the thought that I might be completely alone now. Anything could have happened in the last 65 years, they could all be dead, moved on, in other countries. Who knew what could have happened in that time! Apparating right to my home in London once I reached the atrium I was able to get right inside the Fidelius charm and not worry about apparating into Muggle London. God I didn’t even know about the statutes any longer! For all I knew all Muggles were now witches and wizards as well! I turned around to face my family’s home and my heart dropped out from under me and I sat down right where I was on the ground as I looked at the run down house that looked like it hadn’t had anyone there in many years. Swallowing back my tears I stared at the large hole in the roof and the garage that I was surprised hadn’t collapsed as of yet. This didn’t mean anything, I knew that much. It meant that whomever had lived there last had left it to decay. But it told me that my mother was most likely no longer alive. She would never have let the house get to be like this. It may have had bad memories, and hard ones to even remember, but it had been our home for a number of years, and it had good memories as well. Pain coursed through me, knowing that she had died not knowing what had happened to me. After my father left, she had Corin, Ava and I to help her get through it. Then Corin had disappeared but she had Ava and I to help her. We had no idea at all what had happened to him, and then when we finally found out, we wished we hadn’t. Corin was no longer a part of us, and had made his path. Me? I had been worse than dead, I was gone, completely missing. They might have had records of the accident, but there was no way of knowing if I had survived the accident, or if I’d been killed in the process. She had died not knowing how I had arrived so far in the future, I had just vanished, no saying good bye, no last words to her or Ava. Her and Ava had been on their own. I wanted to find out what had happened, and find my sister. I didn’t have time to do that, not til after I spoke with Mysteries department head to see if I could return to 1998 first. I wanted to return!

It took me a good three or four hours to fix the hole in the roof and make the house able to be lived in before I could even consider sleeping there. It was pointless to find another place for the night, being as I had a place right there. Getting the roof fixed was the least of the problems, it was getting the inside of the house so it was not about to collapse in on itself! The bedroom next to the garage entrance was the best and safest, though I refused to sleep in that room. It had been my mum and dad’s room, and I couldn’t bring myself to sleep in that room. Finally getting the upstairs living room clean to the point I could just drop on the sofa, I didn’t really care about eating or anything else. Grabbing a blanket I dropped onto it and just slept til early the next morning. He hadn’t gotten any food the night before so when he woke he was pretty much starving and didn’t have anything he could even do about it. He didn’t have any money on him and hadn’t found even a knut in the house including when he tried summoning some. Heading for the door he decided to apparate to Diagon Alley, and go sit in the Leaky Cauldron, if that was even still a business there. Even without money he could at least sit there til Gringotts opened again, and get some food once the bank opened. Arriving at the Leaky, he had half expected to see Tom standing at the bar, but someone completely new and unfamiliar stood there and looked at him curiously. He was sure he looked rumpled as if he’d just come off the street, he hadn’t changed clothes and really needed a shower but didn’t care, he was a bit hungry and still had to wait a bit before he could even think on doing anything else. The scary thing was, he didn’t even know if there’d be an account at Gringott’s even if he went over there. Or if there would be anything in his vault! The man at the counter looked at him curiously making his way over to where he was sitting and asked if he wanted anything. I felt bad but shook my head, ‘Just waiting for Gringotts to open’ I explained simply. I wanted to lay my head down and just sleep again but my stomach wouldn’t let me. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning before, and that felt like a long time ago. If anyone asked? I could easily say I hadn’t eaten since June 1998. I set my head in my hands, fighting back a yawn, and looked up as the man returned with a cup of coffee and put it in front of him. Murmuring my thanks I shook my head at the question he asked in regards to me not having a place to sleep. I didn’t need questions or people nosing around trying to figure out where I’d come from. Even I didn’t know! Taking a sip of coffee I shook my head again ‘Hopefully this mess will be all sorted by noon today.’ I said simply, hoping that would satisfy his curiosity. If it wasn’t sorted by then, I would be in one hell of a predicament and just want to go home. And not to the place I just left but back to Maree, mum and Ava. Back to everything I knew, and everything that used to be. I had a sinking feeling even then, that that was not coming to happen, and that I was stuck in 2063 and needed to adjust and find where I belonged. I hoped that was just a feeling and not seeing what was to come. I wanted life to return to normal and this was not normal. I wanted my family back and to see them, to beg Maree for forgiveness and to take me back. To apologize for hurting her with what I said that night. I was regretting those being the last words I’d ever said to her. I’d already hurt her once, and it looked like I’d just hurt her again.

Making my way over to Gringott’s when it opened at 8:00 precisely, I went to the front counter and asked for Vault 457, when he asked for my wand I handed it over and waited until the goblin returned and sent me with another goblin to my vault. So far so good, now to see what kind of items I would find in there. Was it empty or was it stocked with what I’d left? Making their way into the depths, they approached his vault and he got out following the goblin and watching as he opened it. Stepping into the vault I looked around and found way more coins than I’d ever expected. More than I had had in there before the accident that was for sure. It was as if they’d combined all the family vaults and put it all in this one. Looking towards the goblin I asked when the last time anyone had taken anything from it. My heart sank as he said since before he had started at Gringotts. That wasn’t a good sign at all. If this was now our family’s vault, and no one had been there for a long time, it wasn’t a good sign that he had any family left now. Taking and looking around the vault I saw some items in there that I had had in my cubicle back at the ministry, papers from the house from back when I was in Hogwarts. Old school books and supplies. My old cauldron and scales. I ran my hand over the items lovingly, staring at the things from the past. I never thought I’d ever see these things and look back at old memories like this. There was the sticks that my mum and I had practice sword fighting back when we were at the cabin. We’d sharpened them so they were almost like weapons even, and she’d saved them and stored them here. I poked around the vault til the goblin started tapping his foot and asked if I could get another key to my vault, seeing him lift his eyebrows at me as if what had I done with the last one, I shrugged and gave him a half smile. Hearing the goblin mutter humans, I took that as a good sign. I figured I’d get a key and just in case take some money with me, so that I had that. Picking up a key on the way out of Gringott’s I went back to the Leaky and got myself some breakfast before heading to the ministry. It was already starting to become a long day and I feared what I might hear when I got down to level 9.

I went through the process of having my wand checked over and signing in so that I could enter the ministry, got a little badge to wear and headed for level 9. I knocked on the door to the department head’s office and saw her wave to me to come in from her spot at her desk. Seeing the look on her face told me all I needed to know. I knew that there was nothing that she could do, without even asking or her speaking. She was sympathetic, but for the love of merlin, I didn’t want the sympathy! Was that what I would have to deal with for the rest of my life, sympathy of having lost EVERYTHING? I had some rundown piece of junk for a house, no family that I knew of anywhere, Maree was gone, and all I had was the clothes on my back and some artifacts from years ago that my mum had stored in my vault, or well someone had. Basically I had nothing and no one. The woman told me that there was the possibility of taking a time turner and making small jumps in time back but there was no guarantee that I’d be able to even survive going back. Who knew what kind of toll that had taken on my body. I had been knocked unconscious for an extended period of time and they were lucky that I’d even been able to be revived. I could have lived the rest of my life between consciousness and unconsciousness. The accident to me was permanent, going back in time again would be risky, and possibly able to be done at some point but I needed to try to move on. There was so much of me that wanted to take that chance and go back in time, saying screw it and just doing it. I wanted to take that time turner and just disappear again. If I died doing so, there would be no one to miss me, no one who wondered what happened to me, or sad that I was gone. They were already gone, I had no one from what I could see and for me to continue on my own? I was devastated, it was the one hope I had had, that I could just rewind the clock and undo it all. But could I honestly just take a suicidal chance that I could undo it and go back to 1998? In some ways this was worse than thinking I’d gone back in time! At least if I’d gone back, I’d know what was to come, that Voldemort was returning, and I could even warn people, that is if they would believe me and not think of me as some crazy lunatic. Now they’d just think of me as some crazy lunatic, that was from the past, trying to return to a normal life 65 years ahead of his own time in the future. I got up and shook my head but thanked her for at least looking into the possibility of returning. She requested that I go get checked out at St. Mungo’s and I said I’d consider it. I wanted to laugh and say yeah, they’d stick me in the locked ward and never let me out again. No one was ever going to believe me. I wanted to go curl up and fall asleep hoping that this was all just a nightmare and I’d wake up and find myself on the floor of the Time Room again but back in my own time, not 2063. But I knew that wasn’t going to happen and somehow I needed to get it through my head that I wasn’t going back, and needed to start thinking of the future. God didn’t that sound wrong, I was in the future, at this time of my life I thought I’d be playing with my grandkids, not sitting here starting my life!

I left the ministry and headed back to the Leaky Cauldron. Was I going to become a drunken man now that I had no idea where my life was going? I had no idea, I just needed a drink to try and clear my head. Something strong, that would just burn as it went down. I asked for the strongest pint of firewhiskey he had and went and sat down at the table. He came over and sat down across from me and asked what was going on. I finally spilled it all out and told him everything that had happened in the last 22 hours, he looked like he wanted to laugh and say ‘yeah right’ but he didn’t. He probably had heard enough tales that would curl my hair but he wasn’t laughing. Maybe he knew I wasn’t joking, or maybe he was just being kind and not wanting to make fun of me. Perhaps he thought my mind was addled and I should be in that locked ward in St. Mungo’s. Maybe I should have been. All I knew is I was one miserable guy who had no sign of what my future might be. He poured me another whiskey and I just sat there staring at my glass, trying to get a grip on things. I needed to go back to the house but first I needed to make some purchases. I needed food, clothing, and everything a house needed for someone to live in it. Like furniture that wasn’t falling apart or that had animal nests inside it, I needed to have blankets that weren’t filled with moth holes or smelled of grandma’s old attic. First thing was food and clothing. Then I’d see to what it was I needed to replace. I also needed a car I was sure too, needing to get around Muggle London and not worry about someone seeing me apparate, and I really didn’t want to use Muggle transportation. Much of that money that I had in the bank was already spent, the rest I’d have to figure out later. Heading to Madame Malkins, I made purchases for clothing, I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with going into Muggle London yet. I knew a lot had changed in the last 65 years and I wasn’t ready to go find out. I had apparated from my home and to my home so I hadn’t even been outside of the magical boundaries yet. Once I had made my purchases and sent them all to my home I went and did some grocery shopping and necessities for around the house. For that I did have to go into Muggle London, but just barely. I stared around me at my surroundings as if it were the first time I’d ever been in London, but didn’t waste time looking around and got my purchases made before heading back to the Leaky Cauldron. The second I entered the building I banished everything to my house. Irritating having to carry all my bags, but what else was I supposed to do until then? Stopping for a bite to eat again at the Leaky I thanked him and completely ignored the amused look he gave me, as if wondering when I’d finally come to my senses and just admit that I needed help mentally. I stared him down and apparated out of there and to my home. Staring up at the house that was to be mine now, I wondered what had happened to my family. Had they all moved away? Were they all dead? I didn’t like the idea that they might have all died. My sister was 2 years younger than I was, so wouldn’t she still be alive? She’d be only 82, my mum well over 100, didn’t witches and wizards still live quite a bit longer than Muggles did? As soon as I was settled I was going to have to look into it, and see whatever had become of my family. Even if they weren’t still alive, maybe Ava’s child or children were around, if she had any. Heading into the house I started working on vanishing things room by room, ridding it of the furniture that was destroyed from the weather coming through into the house from the hole in the roof, cleaning the floors starting with the living room and scrubbing walls. I really was having a hard time even being upstairs with the memories from before my father was killed, and kept pushing it aside. I didn’t like the idea of living upstairs, but I told myself, it was either get over it and move back into the main part of the house or sell the entire thing and start completely over. I wasn’t stupid, I had a perfectly good house once it was finished, I didn’t need to start over, I just needed to get passed having lost my father and enjoy the memories I still had from it. There was nothing wrong with the house, other than it needing to be fixed up again, and purchasing furniture and such. I didn’t need to even buy completely new furniture! I could buy a bed and just duplicate it, or transfigure it into a couch. Buy a night stand, duplicate it and transfigure it into a coffee table or side table for the living room. Same with chairs, and lots of other items. I was a fool for thinking all my money would be gone in no time. Again I was wanting to smack myself, I’m a wizard, not some Muggle who has pocket change. Finally getting the living room into livable condition, I headed for the kitchen and unpacked the groceries and started cleaning the cupboards and worktop so I could at least put the dry goods away. I needed to buy a refrigerator and stove, but I would take care of that tomorrow, for now I wanted to at least feel like the place was starting to become home to me again. I worked long into the night and by the time I went to bed, I had most of the upstairs completely done. The rooms were empty and echoed as I walked through them. I was going to buy a roll of carpet the next day and duplicate the pieces so I could do the floors. Buy some furniture and appliances, and I might actually feel more comfortable living in the place if it was more me, and not a stranger’s home. It felt so empty in there and it was hard looking around me, but it also felt like home to me. Reminding me of what this house used to be. It used to be filled with laughter, with my brother Corin and sister Ava and I running around, getting into mischief. I couldn’t see the place ever having laughter like that again, or filled with children, but I could see myself living here again. How would I get through the next few months, or even years? What would I find out when I started looking into my families past. Would I regret looking back? Would it hurt to see what happened to my mum and Ava? How about Maree? Did she ever move on and find someone? Did she fall in love and get married? Was she still alive? It would be a few weeks before I even got started in looking, but it wasn’t all that I wanted to see and here.