Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this fic besides Evan and Jamie. All others belong to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic, and Warner Bros.
A/N: Here is another attempt at a Harry Hermione. Hope you like it! lol kinda took the idea from Chris in the Charmed series!
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Harry knocked on his daughter's door, swiping a tear out of his eye.
"Come in!" The teen called.
Turning the knob, Harry took a deep breath. Jamie was laying on her bed, stomach down, her herbology book open in front of her. Hinder's Lips of an Angel was blaring in the background, and her feet were swaying in the air to the beat. Her lips were softly singing the song as she read, and her quill doodle in the corner of her parchment. Dressed in jeans and a pink wife beater tank top, it was obvious she had changed out of her Hogwarts uniform upon returning home at three o'clock that afternoon. Her brown, curly hair, and brown eyes, though hidden behind the frames of her glasses were all Hermione, and only the shape of the nose and lips belonged to himself.
"Hey Daddy, what's up?" she asked looking up from the book as she placed her finger on her spot.
Harry smiled and sat on the edge of the sixteen year old's bed. "Jamie, can I talk to you?"
Jamie pointed her wand at the Wizarding Wireless, which immediately switched off. "Sure, about what?"
"Mum." he answered, afraid of saying more, for the tears were not listening to his pleads to disappear.
"Oh yeah, where is she today?"
Harry summoned all his Gryffindor courage. "Baby, Mum was hit by a curse today, she didn't make it." he answered softly.
Jamie stared at him. Tears glistened in her dark eyes. "Really?"
Harry nodded, "I'll leave you alone now. I have to go tell you brother."
Jamie continued to stare at him as he stood and moved toward the door. Suddenly she was on her feet as well. "It's all your fault! If you made her quit, she wouldn't have died! You knew it was dangerous, but you let her go and now she's GONE! You should have told her NO!"
Harry sighed. "Jamie Lillian Potter!" he ground out. "I'm not getting into this now, but we both know that your mother was a very strong woman, and wouldn't have let me restrain her anyway!"
Jamie shook her head and turned away from her father.
Leaving the room, he turned to the other side of the hall. Knocking on the door, he got a muffled "Yeah, come in!" from his son. Upon opening the slab of wood that concealed the boys room, he was met with a blast of Linkin Park music. As Numb played in the back ground, he watched his son, who was sitting backwards in his desk chair writing an essay. Not too different from his twin, he was in jeans and a tank as well, his however being red.
"Yo!" he called as he spun around in the chair. "What up?"
Harry manually turned off the booming Wireless. "I need to talk to you." Harry responded. Sitting across from the reflection of himself, he decided to take a different route explaining what happened. His son would take it much better that Jamie had. "Look Evan, there was an accident at work today." he started.
"Everyone okay?" Evan asked, concerned about his parents fellow aurors.
"No, we lost a very important person today."
"Who? Uncle Ron?" Fear was in his sons voice. His freckled face crinkled as his green eyes became anxious.
Harry shook his head. "No Buddy, it was Mum."
Evan closed his eyes. "Dad, that isn't even funny. I'm telling her when she gets home!" he spat.
"I'm not kidding." Harry replied softly.
When Evan looked at his Dad, tears were in the older man's eyes. Standing, he shoved past his father and pushed open the door to Jamie's room. He found her on the floor, slowly rocking back and forth, tears streaming down her face. "Hey."
Jamie looked up at him. "Is she really gone?" she asked, in a low whisper.
Evan nodded, kneeling in front of her. She reached up and hugged him. He hugged her back, squeezing her as hard as he dare with out hurting her, as he let out all his emotion. He couldn't cry, not when his sister needed him.
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A week later, Evan and Jamie returned to school. All the teachers were sympathetic and gave them their condolences at the beginning of every class. However for the Gryffindor twins it was like walking through a fog. Neither had spoken to Harry since that depressing afternoon. Each day they barricaded themselves in their rooms after school, sometimes together, sometimes alone, and avoided him. Meals were silent, and he was gone before they got up to go to school. Both doubted life would ever go back to normal.
As the got in livnes to floo home after school one day that week, their potions teacher came up behind them.
"Evan, Jamie, here your Aunt Ginny wanted you to have this." He said, handing an old shoe box to Evan. "Look through it."
Both watched as their uncle walked away.
"What did Uncle Draco give you?" Jamie asked taking the box. Upon opening it, she found pictures of her parents, by the lake, on the quidditch pitch, with Ron ,Ginny, and Draco. Licking her lips, she reached into the bottom, there was something there. Pulling it out of the box, she looked at the object. "What's this?" she asked.
Evan looked at the thing she held. "I don't know, let me see it." When he grabbed the item, a wave of cool air over took them, and suddenly as if the floor had fallen out, they fell.
"Jamie? You there?" Even called as he landed with a thump on a cold, hard surface.
"Ow, yeah, where are we?"
Even looked around. "I don't know, it was some kind of portkey. Lumos"
"Evie, we're still at Hogwarts." Jamie observed as she grabbed her brother's free hand. "Maybe it was some kind of time turner." she suggested.
Evan looked aroudn the room. "Yeah, maybe."
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! Put my down this INSTANT!" a familiar voice yelled from down the corridor.
Evan looked at his sister and both jogged towards the sound.
"No 'Mioine, both Ron and I decided that because you have spent the past two weeks in that library studying for NEWTs, you need some time for rest and relaxation. I'm just the messenger." A figure said as he walked towards the twins, a girl was thrown over his shoulder.
"Evan! That's Mum and Dad. It must be 1997, We're back in their seventh year!"
Evan stared at the couple who abruptly stopped at seeing them. Placing Hermione on the ground, Harry looked at them. "Who are you?"
"Evan and Jamie," Evan replied.
"Even and Jamie what?" Hermione suspiciously as she looked over both teenagers.
"Uh, Black!" Jamie said quickly, blurting the first name that came to mind.
"Black?" Harry asked sharply.
"Yeah... um, Sirius Black's illegitimate children." Evan lied, trying to cover up his sisters tongue flub.
"And how old are you guys?" Hermione asked, still evaluating them.
"Sixteen." Evan replied quickly doing the math and realizing that Sirius Black could very well indeed have sixteen year old children.
"We just transferred from Durmstrang." Jamie informed them.
"I see, well I'm Harry Potter, and this is Hermione Granger."
"The boy who lived," Evan said with a smile, knowing his father hated that name. "And the smartest girl in school." There was plenty of reason for flattery towards his mother now.
Hermione looked at Evan. "How do you know that?"
"It's in Hogwarts: A History, you know that Mu-
Jamie suddenly elbowed him in the stomach. "What a kidder! Though I'm sure it will be in the future revision. Actually, we were just up talking with Dumbledore, and he briefed us a bit."
"I see, and you've been sorted?" Hermione asked, as she began walking toward Gryffindor tower.
"Gryffindor." Both answered.
"And you're sixth years right?"
"Seventh actually, we skipped a year."
"Look out Hermione, smart kids coming through!" Harry teased.
"Harry, I'm going to get Ron to beat you up for that one!"
"Oh, because I'm so afraid of your boyfriend!"
Both Jamie and Evan's eyes popped out wide. "What? Mum dated Uncle Ron?" Evan hissed at his sister. They had arrived at the tower at that point.
"Where have you guys been? Gees Harry, if I didn't trust you, I'd say you did something with her." Ron complained as he walked towards them. "Who are they?" he asked, wrapping his arm around Hermione's waist.
"Ew gross!" Jamie said looking at her brother.
"Ron, meet Evan and Jamie. They say that they're Snuffle's kids." Harry said, watching his friends expression.
"Snuffles? Hm, call me crazy, but they look like you."
Harry nodded. "I know what you mean. And they're seventh years too, and only sixteen."
"Damn Hermione, these kids might out smart you!"
"Oh Ronald," Hermione complained, rolling her eyes.
"And yet, she loves me!" Ron cried with a chuckle.
"May I speak with Master and Miss Black for a moment?" Dumbledore's soft voice came from behind the group. "I've only just remembered something."
"Sure Professor." Harry said, and with a wave walked up to his dormitory.
"I assume you are wondering what you are doing here, eh?" The headmaster asked as they strolled the passage ways.
Jamie looked at her brother.
"Well Evan, you and your sister are here to do exactly as she said your father should do a week ago."
Evan looked at his sister, confusion apparent on his face. Jamie however was very well aware of what the present day deceased man was saying.
"Miss Potter, why don't' you tell you brother what you said to your father upon finding out about Hermione's death." Dumbledore prompted.
"I told him it was all his fault, and he never should have let her be an auror." Jamie answered quietly, now quite ashamed over her actions.
"Oh Jay, it's okay, you were upset!" Evan comforted her.
Jamie nodded. "But now we're here and have to fix everything." she complained.
Evan smiled. "Then we'll make everything work for the better."
A/N: Okay, so this was a random, "I feel like writing a Harry Hermione" moment. It's a time turner, but one that's future tense and goes back to Harry's time! Lol hope you liked it!
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