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"Dumbledore kept memories of everyone, Ron" Hermione said, rolling her eyes at her husband. "Yeah, but it's been years and we still don't know why he had so many..." Ron said with a bit of whine to his voice. She felt another eye-roll coming on "He saved the memories because Voldemort was still a threat to Hogwarts, obviously." Ron shrugged his shoulders. She may be right, but if Dumbledore had collected this many memories, surely there was one they could try. Harry had seen them before, maybe they'd ask him. Then again, Hermione was the most intelligent of all. She had been the one to figure out how to work a time turner, something Ron still could not grasp his mind around. Ever since Voldemort had been defeated, Hermione felt that it was safe to start wearing it again. However, it hadn't been as safe as she'd expected. Having a family meant people found things... Having children... Meant they'd break things.
The two continued to argue over the purpose of all those memories. The time turner lay peacefully around Hermione's neck. No one knew what would happen. No human being knew how powerful a broken trinket could be. "If you really can't stand not knowing what memories are in there, then let's have a look!" Hermione shouted, opening the small vial and pouring it into the sink-like bowl. "Bloody hell woman, I'm not looking in that thing... What if it blows up in my face?" Ron retorted and it was obvious that Hermione would have to look first. Agitated but determined, she pulled her hair back and removed the necklace from her neck. She gave it to Ron, who treated it like a cat did a toy. She pulled forward and Ron fiddled with the pendant on the necklace.
Hermione gazed at her surroundings it was no doubt, home of the Lestrange family. A portrait of the two death eaters had been hung on the wall... Along with other portraits from past bloodlines. Hermione felt a breeze on her side... Something had rushed past her and it was a small house elf. She quickly followed it, hoping it would lead her to the destination intended.
"It's an itty bitty baby!" Bellatrix cackled as she held the form in her arms. Rodolphus turned his face away from the newborne. He found it to be disgusting... Covered in fluids, it was disturbing to say the least. It was big enough to lay in the palm of his straggly hands and it looked so innocent. So full of potential... Potential for darkness. "What need have we for a baby? Especially this child... It isn't even a boy!" Bellatrix hissed, motioning for the house-elf to remove it from her sight. "It isn't much of a surprise, Bellatrix... You, Narcissa, and Androm-" Rodulphus was cut off by one of Bellatrix's raucous rants. "How dare you speak of Andromeda like she is our family?! She has disgraced the house of Black... She consummated with a mudblood!"
The two death eaters cringed at the thought of a pure-blood dawdling with anything less. "Bless the Dark Lord and his magnificent plan to rid us of those abominations" Rodolphus muttered. Voldemort would soon rid of the impure. With the help of an army, nothing would stop him, not even the prophecy that foretold of a powerful child. The Dark Lord would succeed all and bring darkness, committing genocide to get what he desired.
Suddenly Bellatrix neck jolted towards Hermione's direction... But how could she? She was staring directly at her. She looked around for any sign that there might have been something else... Someone else the woman was staring at. "Homenum Revelio!"Bellatrix shouted at the top of her lungs.
Hermione's once surreal surroundings, were now a sort of reality. She had been found out. Hermione had planned to run but Rodolphus chanted "Petrificus Totalus" leaving her rendered helpless in statue-like state. He and Bellatrix swaggered over to Hermione, and Bellatrix placed her wand under Hermione's neck... It was an all too familiar feeling. "You thought you'd sneak up on us, hm?" asked Bellatrix, pleased that today might bring another satisfactory job well done. Hermione had always gathered that Bellatrix was crazy, even before Azkaban, but this proved it. Despite looking half decent, the woman had an unstable aura about her. Her sleek hair still held it's curl and her eyes were as sharp as they were dark. Not much had changed... Except for the the frizzy hair and horrible breath.
Snapping back to her priginal thoughts, Hermione realized she would have to find away out of this memory. If she was interfering with timelines that she hadn't even meant to... It could prove to be disastorous. Should she tell Ron? He would probably tell Harry. Then that would be the start of another long-winded adventure. She pushed those thoughts aside as Rodolphus lifted her sleeves and pulled her arm outwards to the dim lights. What he was in search of, Hermione knew he wouldn't find. There would be no dark mark and Hermione would be killed. She flinched but Bellatrix held her wand more firmly against her throat. Hermione's mind shouted at her to get out of there, but she was frozen in fear... Of course, the body-binding curse wasn't helping either. She tried to think of a counter spell, but none came to mind. This was it. It was now or never, she'd have to try to mentally pull herself out of this dream-like state. One... Two... Three
Hermione gasped, pulling herself out of the memory. Something was wrong. Had she really been there? No, perhaps she was experiencing what the owner of the memory had... Was that even a possibility? Surely it was. Dazed and confused she looked over to Ron, who was wide-eyed. "You look horrible Hermione, like you've seen a ghost!" he said, obviously unaware of what she had just experienced. She had indeed experienced something similar to a ghost, but technically, it was just a memory.
"Well, if you seen the things this particular person had, I suspect you'd be gawking as well!" she retorted in her usual snooty way.
"Fighting as usual?" Hermione and Ron turned around, wands at the ready. Out of the shadows came Harry Potter... The boy who lived. Ron laughed and Hermione ran up to embrace him. "Harry, must you always keep us on our toes?" Hermione asked playfully. The Golden Trio had been through thick and thin... Life was always spent being alert and ready for battle. ''I'd say he gets a laugh out of it" said Ron, joining in on the fun.
After all had settled, the three discussed what they were doing at Hogwarts. Apparently Harry had been called to see one of his daughter's professors. The couple hoped their niece hadn't done anything wrong, but she was a member of the Potter family. For all they knew, she took after Harry and his curios spirit. "So you tried to revisit someone's memory... Those can be a little dramatic the first time around" Harry said knowingly. He thought of the times Dumbledore had shown him Tom Riddle's memories. Ron and Hermione began to recognize a that sad look Harry used to wear so often. "Anyway, I picked out a memory myself, Ron was too scared..." Hermione said, shaking her head. "I was not!" shouted Ron, too prideful to admit that she was right."It was so surreal. A first person experience... I've never felt anything more real in my life! Though I do feel sorry for the poor chap in that memory" Harry raised a brow... "First person?" he asked, motioning for Ron to hand him a vial. Harry had never experienced a memory in first-person. In memories, he was omnipresent... Able to to see everything that was going on, like the narrator of some stories. He dipped his head into the bowl and Hermione wondered how long she had stayed in there. Almost immediately, Harry's head shot up again. Hermione figured visiting memories was like a dream, it felt long but in reality, it was a mere seconds. "I think you might have been in there too long, Hermione... There's no way you could have experienced it first hand." Harry said, almost chuckling. Hermione could feel her temper rising "I know what I saw! I seen everything firsthand! I seen Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange with a baby!"
Ron began to laugh hysterically, as if he'd just performed Riddikulus on what she'd said. "Bellatrix Lestrange? That nutter couldn't keep a baby even if it was a baby serpent!" Hermione began to feel embarrassed for even mentioning the memory. Harry began to console her. "Dumbledore once told me that a powerful wizard could manipulate a memory... Remember Professor Slughorn?"
Hermione sighed. She knew Harry was right, but she also felt he was wrong about it being a tampered memory. She took the used vial and examined it closely. On the bottom there was an engraving. So tiny, Hermione could barely make out what it read. It appeared to be a date, but what date? She strained her eyes once more to see if she could make out it's writing.
September 19, 1979AD
Hermione choked. This vial wasn't just from any ordinary day... The memory inside was as old... It was familiar. It was dangerous. "You've gone pale in the face again, love" Ron said, taking small steps toward her. Hermione dared not to speak a word, but Harry and Ron both reached for the vial. It wasn't long before they too, were deathly pale in the face. "You know what this means, Ron? Harry?" she whispered. The two young men hung their heads low. "That baby... That wasn't just any day in history..." Hermione said, with a lump fully formed in her throat "It was the day I was born and unless I'm terribly mistaken... I hope I am... That baby was me."
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