Disclaimer-I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or any of the things from that world. I simply own the plot.
Pairings- Hermione Granger/Sirius Black, Lily Evans/James Potter
Rating- T
Note- this is my first ever Harry Potter fanfic. I'm doing this with my favorite fictional pairing, i.e, HG/SB. The scene of the room of requirements was completely taken from the movie Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2, since I haven't read the book yet. If there is anything wrong written, please correct me so that I won't make the same mistake again. I know the time-turner thing is kinda cliché, but you just can't make a classic time-travelling story without it!
Some of the tips I used for time-travelling is from other fan fictions, such as Flying High by . . Another reference I used I'd is The Thief of Time by Tinkwolfe. I love both these stories a lot as these were the first SB/HG time fan fictions I'd read.
Enjoy!
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Prologue: Of a Flash and a Past
By
fourthfireshadow
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"Stupefy!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
Anticipation. Trepidation. Desperation. Determination.
These were some of the few emotions Hermione Granger had become accustomed with in the past few years. After all, when one is friends with the bloody Boy-Who-Lived, it's pretty obvious one would be. And for the past seven years, these emotions have always been running high. It's almost a comfort now, the one thing that's constant, never changing. She never complained. She never could. She didn't want to anyway.
Adrenaline was running high after the short duel with Malfoy and his two lackeys—Zabini and Goyle. And now Ron had run off to God knows where trying to defend her honor. It would've been sweet in a way, if they weren't in the middle of a bloody war. Barely resisting rolling her eyes, she followed the boy she'd been following for almost a decade as he rushed to one of the hugest piles of junk in the room.
The room of hidden things was vast and seemingly endless. The ceiling was high and there were tall glass stained windows that were partly hidden from view due to all the objects. Stacks and stacks of stools and tables and a whole pile of antiques and objects were piled up on each other, making it a very messy and cluttered room. And now, this was the room where the fifth Horcrux was currently residing in. it truly was foolish for the Great Dark Lord to hide a piece of his wretched soul in this room, believing that no other person would ever find it. Bit stupid, that.
But when she saw Harry climbing up the stools and chairs and digging his way up to the top of a particular pile, she wasted no time in helping him get the things out of the way. Most of the objects were useless things older students had kept and forgotten of. Some were weird looking artifacts that Hermione had never seen before and a part of her—the part that yearned for knowledge and information of any kind—was a bit disgruntled at the blatant disregard to these objects, but she knew now wasn't the time to be thinking of all these things. They were so close to finding another Horcrux. Another part of Voldemort to be rid of.
She was tired. She acknowledged it, it would've been pretty idiotic not to. She was tired of the whole bloody war, of the deaths of innocents, of the prejudices of blood purity, of the whole thing really. She could hear the sounds of the spells being cast outside and she could distinctly hear someone screaming morbidly, probably under a Cruciatus curse.
It disturbed her slightly that she didn't as much as flinch even when she knew someone was being tortured just outside. She felt pity and concern, sure, since she had gone through the same torture in the Malfoy Manor earlier, under the mercy of Bellatrix. No, it only made her thirst for revenge and justice grow.
Hermione looked up suddenly when she heard Harry let out a grunt of frustration as he knocked down a few things from above. On instinct, she raised her hands to shield her face from the onslaught of objects when a small object fell straight into her hands.
Curiously, she brought the object closer for inspection. When she finally recognized the small object, she let out a gasp as her brown eyes widened a bit. Sweet Merlin...
It was a Time-Turner.
Why would someone keep a time-turner in this room? She couldn't help but wonder. This was an extreme rarity now, as all the Time-Turners in the time room in the Ministry of Magic were destroyed in the battle of the Department of Mysteries.
But upon a closer look, she realized that it wasn't the usual brand of a Time-Turner. The pendant was a glimmering gold, with intricate detailing of vines on the sides. But what caught Hermione's attention was the sand inside the hourglass, for it wasn't the usual sands of time in there, but rather it looked like tiny microscopic crystals. Glowing crystals. They were emitting a soft light of blue, casting dark shadows on Hermione's face. That was a big give-away that this wasn't just a normal Time-Turner. She rolled the pendant on her hand, watching fascinatedly as the crystals continued glowing.
Then she noticed the inscription on the gold.
Time will come, time will go
Time shall reap, that time has sown
Time comes slowly, time goes fast
Time will linger, time outlasts
"Hermione! I've got it!"
She was snapped out of her daze and quickly slipped the chain around her neck and tucked the pendant under her shirt—now stiff and crusty with sweat and grime— as Harry jumped down from the pile with something silver clutched In his hand. The cursed Ravenclaw'sdiadem. She let out a sigh of relief and nearly grinned at the relief on Harry's face. That was one more Horcrux taken off from the list.
They both snapped their attention to the front as they saw their other best friend running towards them yelling like a mad man with no intention of stopping. But that wasn't what caught their attention. It was the burning glow behind him. Almost like—
"Run! Goyle's set the bloody place on fire!"
And that was all they needed to run and find some cover so they wouldn't be burned to death. Hermione knew what this was, Fiendfyre. An extremely powerful but an equally dangerous spell. The caster should have exceeding control over the spell to fully master it, and those who do master it were few and far in between. And somehow, she didn't think Goyle was included in the few and far.
At this rate, the whole room will be burnt down! Hermione thought to herself in fear as she ran as fast as she could, twisting into whatever paths she could find, pelting between the piles of things. She knew Harry was trying to delay the fire, but it didn't seem to be working.
Finally, all three of them ducked into a small corner and Harry casted a powerful protego that gave them a few seconds. Panting from all the adrenaline and exhaustion, she snatched the broom Harry threw at her without any complaint. If she had to ride a broom to get out of this situation, then so be it.
Quickly mounting the brooms, they took off in haste. Hermione was clutching the handle of the broom tightly with clenched hands and concentrated solely on not falling. Because of that, she didn't notice the curse sent by Goyle coming her way.
"Hermione, look out!" Harry's panicked voice reached her too late.
"Avada Kedavra!" Goyle screamed as a last ditch effort.
Brown eyes widened in surprise and fear as the curse slammed forcefully into her chest. She didn't have the time to even gasp as she fell off the broom and into the darkness down. The sensation of falling was mind-numbing and terrifying for Hermione. She was pretty sure she screamed as she felt the wind whipping through her hair, stinging her face and causing her eyes to water. "No!" she gasped as she lost her hold on her precious wand. Her one chance, now gone.
She hated the feeling of not having anything to hold on to. But then she noticed something she had previously missed. It wasn't dark anymore, but there were flashes of colors and light all around her. It was like she was in a vortex of light. She could make out brief flashes of the people she knew around her, almost like memories…then she saw a sudden bright blue light glowing around her, the air whizzing lightly with a crystal-like glittering particles and before she could stare at her flashing surroundings, blackness creeped into her conscience.
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1976—Cokeworth, England
Today was a good day, Lily Evans decided smiling brightly. The sun was shining; the streets were mostly empty, save for the few children running about and playing. Petunia was off to meet her hideous boyfriend, Vernon, thus staying out of her hair for at least a few hours, and that bloody toe-rag James Potter and his band of hooligans were to be nowhere around her, at least for another two months or so. She almost dreads the day to go back to Hogwarts solely because of them. But she just couldn't be too disappointed; she was finally going to start her sixth year! But if he tries to ruin this year too…
No, she thought to herself resolutely, I am not going to allow that imbecile to ruin this perfect day!
Cheering up a bit at the thought, she walked on slowly, humming a song from the famous muggle band, the Sex Pistols, when suddenly bright blue light glowed brightly for a few seconds and vanished completely a few spaces away from where Lily was standing right now. And she knew the only thing that would glow like that in the middle of nowhere.
Magic.
She ran as fast as she could, her red tresses flowing behind her as she tried to repress the panic and paranoia brewing in her mind. She knew she ought to be careful, these were dark times after all, and these days it was never safe for muggle-borns such as herself. But she just didn't even think of stopping or taking any form of caution right now. If anyone even saw that mysterious burst of light, she didn't even want to think of the consequences.
Harshly taking a turn to another cobblestone road, she slowed her pace as she walked towards the source and she couldn't hold in her gasp, or her expression of panic and slight horror.
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Everything hurts.
Why does everything hurt?
Am I dead?
She remembered the curse hitting her chest, so the most logical assumption would be that she was dead. But then, if she was dead, why could she even have a thought process like the one she was having right now in her pain-induced state?
So that brought her to her second conclusion—she was a ghost. But if she truly were a ghost or a spirit, then why was she feeling so bloody weak and in so much pain? She didn't think ghosts could actually feel anything. So that ruled out that theory.
So then, I'm alive…
But how? She clearly remembered the green light from that bloody death eater hitting her chest before he fell into the Fiendfyre himself. She felt the curse slamming onto her chest, the horrible dark feeling it brought along with it, and the panic and the fear. She remembered falling of the broomstick, but then after that, it was blackness. So, even if she hadn't died from the death curse, then she should have died from the fall. There was no way she could have survived a fall from a height like that.
Then she remembered the light, the flashes…there was something peculiarly familiar about the whole strange ordeal, but she couldn't quite remember right now…
Quiet voices coming from somewhere broke her concentration and she tried to lift her heavy eyelids open blinking slowly a few times, she waited for her vision to clear. When it did, she didn't know what to think. Her eyes widened and she expelled a breath.
The room she was in was modest. The light from outside shone in through the small window on one wall, with navy blue with silver drapes. There was a fan on the ceiling and there were some glow-in-the -dark-stickers of stars stuck on. She tilted her head a fraction to look at the rest of the room.
The walls also had a thin wallpaper border around the top and bottom of the walls, and if she looked closely, she could see the pattern of lilies and roses. A huge circular silver fuzzy rug was placed on the hardwood floors and the left wall of the room looked to be a built-in wardrobe and dresser. There was a large bookshelf right next to the dresser filled to the brim with books, all looking organized. Hermione knew that if she was in a better state then she was right now, she would've loved to look through them.
Where the bloody hell was she?
She closed her eyes tightly as she fought the wave of nausea. Now, she had absolutely no clue where she was at all, because this seemed like a normal bedroom, or she didn't know if it was for better or for worse, a muggle's bedroom. Most probably a girl. How did she end up in this situation? A few minutes ago—or hours, she didn't know how long she was unconscious for—she was in the room of requirement with Harry and Ron, trying to escape with their lives.
At the thought of their names, another bout of panic and anxiety settled in mixed with fear. Where were they? Were they okay? Did they get out safely? Or where they also hit with the killing curse—no. She didn't-couldn't…wouldn't believe that. They were brilliant flyers. They would've gotten out alive. That, she was sure of.
She forcefully pushed all thoughts of her now-missing best friends and resolved to find them soon, when she felt a shock of pain as she moved a little. She sighed in frustration and pain. She didn't know the extent of her injuries, but if the pain in her chest was an indicator, she must be having some broken or bruised ribs. She didn't even want to think about her other wounds.
She searched for her wand as carefully as she could without jostling her body much. She fiercely hoped that her wand hadn't been confiscated from her, but soon found out that that was indeed the case. She couldn't find it on her person anywhere. She lifted her hands, as much as she could and searched her jacket pocket, and her wand holster, and she refused to give up until she found it but she soon had to give in. She didn't have her wand with her anymore.
Then she remembered her losing the wand in the torrent that was around her, forever gone.
Closing her eyes tightly to keep the tears of frustration at bay, she pushed herself up on the bed as much as she could with her weak arms. She was alone, with no idea where she is and she didn't have her wand—the closest thing to comfort she could get—with her. She had never been in this situation before, and she was too overwhelmed to use the brain she was famous for.
How was she going to defend herself? How will she get back to Harry and Ron? She was helpless right now. If only she could—
"Oh! You're awake! Thank goodness, I was getting rather worried. You should've seen the state I found you in. it was gruesome. You were unconscious and bleeding for about three hours, but thankfully I was able to heal some of the major one's and—sorry. I'm rambling. I tend to do that a lot. But I really am glad you're awake." A girl spoke as she saw that Hermione was awake. "Did you know you were in a horrendous state when I found you?"
The tall girl bustled into the room, interrupting her depressing thoughts. Hermione peered closely at the girl with wide eyes. She was really beautiful. She had flaming red hair—not the orangish-red the Weasley's have—but a deep true blood red, till mid-back. Her red hair framed her pale face, which had an expression of concern and worry. But that wasn't what stunned Hermione into speechlessness. It was the eyes, those familiar familiar expressive emerald green eyes that were filled with concern for her— eyes that used to be filled with emptiness or longing or sometimes happiness but mostly haunted; eyes that had become a trademark of sorts. But this wasn't Harry, of course it wasn't. So then why—
Hermione's face become increasingly pale as her breathing labored and her eyes widened again when she formed a conclusion. She was now pretty sure this girl wasn't a muggle at all. Or not even an ordinary witch. No. this was far far worse.
But the next few words did it in for her.
"Anyway, I'm Lily Evans. And you are?"
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End notes- in most of the time travelling fics I've read, Hermione always ends up either with the Potters or with Sirius, or directly at Hogwarts. I've not read one so far where Hermione is found by Lily Evans first. so, I've decided this would be the way to go for my story. the only one I've read where she's with Lily is The Thief of Time, but in that, their sisters, so it's not quite the same i think.
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