The Lies I Was Told


So I lied. I said that I would be doing a Sirius/Ginny, but I decided on Tom/Hermione. Sirius/Ginny is next story, I promise. I'm doing this story differently than my others. All of the others, I wrote the ENTIRE story and then posted it. This one I am writing chapter-by-chapter so that I can get more feedback. Originally, I was going to be doing a story where Harry and Hermione travel in time and where the Weasleys were evil, but I love Fred and George too much for them to be evil, so they are coming, too. This is a short chapter to just get them back in time. This isn't a story where they will stay in the past. Please review!

~GreyEyes7

Disclaimer for the WHOLE story: I own HP. You got me. Just kidding. Other than when I was TOTALLY KIDDING right there, I've never claimed to own HP, so don't get a lawyer.


Chapter 1: Mission

REMUS

"Both of you, now," I said, pulling them into my bedroom. They found seats in the corner. I shut the door, quietly, and placed up a silencing charm.

"Remus," a familiar voice called from outside the door.

"Meeting starts—" another voice was cut off by the 1st.

"Soon." I opened the door and pulled the twins in, locking the door. The twins had red hair and blue eyes. They were a little taller than I at 6'3", and they had strong builds. Their identical grins reminded me of Sirius and James's, and they were both rather bright. Both wore their suits that are a mix of muggle and wizard, and both looked professional with their hair combed.

She had honey-colored hair that fell just past her shoulders and was in perfect curls. Her eyes were the color of toffee, and her face was tanned. There was a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. She was about 5'6" and had a very womanly figure with a flat stomach, generous curves, and never-ending legs. She had on her favorite gold-high tops that went so well with her minimal make-up, which included her gold eye-liner. Her jeans were dark and her shirt was scarlet.

He looked exactly like his father with wire-rimmed glasses and messy, raven hair. His eyes were his mother's, though. They were the most brilliant emerald green that I've seen since her. He was a tad bit shorter than his dad at 5'11", and he was muscular from Quidditch. He wore a t-shirt and jeans.

"I have a mission for you."


HERMIONE

I looked at the man who spoke to us. Remus John Lupin. I had always harbored a small crush on him. His eyes were blue except around the full moon, his hair was sand-colored and done in the 1940's style, he was tall (6'2"), and muscular (werewolf muscles). He looked grim and serious.

"What type of mission?" I asked.

"One that the Order hasn't authorized," he answered.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"I mean that you need to go back in time. To Tom Riddle's time. It isn't dangerous, but you need to understand."

"Understand—" Fred started.

"—what—" George continued.

"—exactly?" Fred finished.

"Which side is the right one," Remus said.

Harry jumped up and put his wand to Remus's neck. "What did you teach me in private lessons?"

"The Patronus charm." Harry lowered his wand. Remus was the single most trusted man that Harry held—he trusted the Lycan more than Dumbledore.

"I'll go," he said.

"Won't it mess up time?" I asked.

"Time is fluid, Hermione. You of all should know that. It would screw things up not to go," he said, matter-of-factly.

"Then I'm all game," I said.

"Why do you want—" George said.

"—us to go?" Fred asked.

"Because I trust you to keep Hermione and Harry on their toes," Remus said, smiling.

"It'll be fun," Fred said.

"I'll just owl Verity and Audrey to keep the shop running until we get back and to keep it quiet that we're gone," George said.

"How long will we be gone?" Harry asked.

"Not too long. Just remember to only tell the secret of your time-travel to who you truly trust," he stressed 'truly' so much that we all nodded, "Alright. We need to make you fake names."

"Fred Arthur Weatherby," Fred said, laughing.

"George Sirius Weatherby," George shared a smile at the last name joke.

"Harry James Evans," Harry said.

"Hermione Jane… Harry, can we be brother and sister?" I asked.

"Sure, 'Mione. We are already like brother and sister," he said.

"Good. Hermione Jane Evans. No. Hermione Lily Evans."

"Thanks, Mya," he said.

"For what?"

"Honoring my mum."

"Alright. Accio trunks," Remus said. 4 trunks that were shrunk flew into his hands. "You will all be in your 7th year. Harry and Hermione, I know that you both are only in your 6th year, but you are clever enough to handle 7th year spells. You will be transferring from London's School of Magic because of Grindlewald. Ready?" We nodded, "Veritatem."