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Before you all read this, please not that I'd written this more than a year back and I'm currently working on another J&H (I cant have enough of them :P) which I don't intend to post until I've completed the full first draft of it. Meanwhile, I decided to upload this since it had been getting wasted in my doc files and though there's only one chapter, I might continue with this cuz I like the starting :P
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CHAPTER ONE
It started half a century back, when I was still in Hogwarts. Back then we had no idea that our world would turn out this way. We just immersed ourselves in magic and Hogwarts, not knowing the secrets woven into the grounds of Hogwarts capable of changing our whole lives. Nobody knew what triggered it really. I doubt even Tom was capable of it but eventually he was blamed for what we are today.
I admit that even I thought that Tom was the master mind behind it but that couldn't possibly be true, considering the circumstances.
See the thing is we all thought, it started when Tom was born, but by then it was already too late. I later realised that the trigger was Kendra Eclairs, now you might wonder that who she is and it is true that not many people know her but she gave birth to one of the greatest wizard alive - Albus Percival Dumbledore. And just thirty-one years before Dumbledore was born, something happened to Kendra that changed her life and she was captured by Pistacio Dumbledore and later rescued by his younger brother, Percival Dumbledore. This spectacular event plays such a colossal role in the wizarding history that I wonder how we could have missed it but miss we did and we still regret it.
Hermione closed her journal with a sigh. She leaned back and stretched her arms releasing a wide yawn.
She looked at the clock on the wall. It was time to go back and change the future. She wondered if she should be feeling something more than weariness but well it was the third time she was going back. Somewhere along the way she had lost what gave her hope, what made her dream, what made her feel. Now it was as if she was just going through the motions because all said and done, she really couldn't stop since she was the only one left to carry out what they had all started almost eight and a half decades back.
She took out the time turner from her chest of drawers, attached it to the accelerator and powered up the engine by pouring all her magic in it.
She wondered how far she should go this time, last time she had arrived in 1850, exactly thirty-one years before Dumbledore was born but still she hadn't been able to stop it. maybe this time she shouldn't go further back in time … much. Just enough to ... yes that should suffice, Hermione nodded to herself.
She finished feeding the machine her magic but this time unlike the previous attempts, she gave it just one-fifth of her magic, enough to send her maximum a few centuries back. Hermione waited and then frowned. The magic seem to have been depleted but the machine was still in its' initialising stage, which meant it required more magic. Well that was weird, but Hermione didn't particularly mind. Sometimes machines malfunctioned a little when used alongside magic so she just gave another fifth of her magic.
The same thing happened again and Hermione was starting to get a little worried. Once the machine started, it was not possible to stop it unless she was willing to lose all the magic she gave permanently and that was not happening. So Hermione went with her last strategy, which she fondly refereed to as the 'Potter-Syndrome Strategy'. She decided to go all out and poured all her magic into the machine, knowing how reckless it was. But then again, that's why the strategy was named so. And she waited. The machine finally seemed to take its fill.
And swish-bruiiing-khownk-bam! She was back!
"Lily ..." James muttered, his voice husky with pleasure. He grabbed her waist and hauled her towards him to take her mouth.
Lily whimpered, sometimes James was a little too rough with her but somehow she couldn't help but moan in pleasure. He always knew what set her off. Just when she was about to reach her peak, there was a large crash and bang! Something or rather someone literally appeared from what looked like a blackhole and dropped in front of them.
"What the fuck?" James growled. He quickly zipped his fly and looked at Lily to make sure she was decent before approaching the squirming bundle covered in a tangible layer of magic. He had never seen something like it before. As he drew nearer, it twitched before letting out a blood curling scream. He cursed before quickly casting a silencing charm around the room and waited until he or she stopped screaming.
It seemed as if the the blanket made of magic was being absorbed by the person. He watched fascinated, as it slowly revealed a girl who looked to be the same age as him. She still twitched occasionally as she absorbed the remaining quarter of the blanket. Since she had almost stopped screaming, just occasional whimpers, he walked closer to her and bent down to hesitatingly touch the exposed skin. It was almost as if his hand had a mind of its own and just as he touched her, the remaining bit of blanket stopped and then slithered towards him!
He cursed and drew back, his every nerve on fire and not because of pain. He groaned and gritted his teeth to stop from groaning in pleasure.
Dammit! He did not like what the blasted blanket was doing to him. Clenching his fists as another wave of pleasure hit him, stronger than the first, he shut his eyes and willed his body under control. His neck corded with the effort it took but he somehow managed to stop himself from reaching his peak.
James released a sigh and opened his eyes to find himself looking into the sparkling chocolate coloured eyes of the girl who was looking at him with twitching lips, almost as if she knew what he was feeling. His neck grew warm as she kept staring at him, her eyes laughing at him daring him to say it out loud.
James frowned at her, and opened his mouth to say something when there was one final pulse of magic and this time he was unable to control the feeling zipping through him and fell to his knees, his face red. This time it was pain and it fucking hurt. He couldn't stop the groan and slowly opened his eyes, which he did not realise were shut because of the pain and almost growled at the sight in front of him.
The witch, and he was assuming that with this much magic the girl had to be a witch, arched her back, threw her head back and moaned in pleasure. He stared transfixed at the sight in front of him. It looked like she was almost close to an orgasm herself. With a drawn out sigh, the witch opened her eyes clouded with desire and something else and looked straight at him.
James swallowed, his throat suddenly dry at the sight in front of him. They looked at each other for a few seconds before someone cleared their throat. James looked at Lily, who was frowning at the witch disapprovingly. The mystery witch on the other hand looked back unabashedly and even winked at her causing Lily to splutter. James' chest rumbled with laughter but he swallowed it down since he knew Lily wouldn't appreciate it at the moment.
"Hi I'm Hermione Granger, it's nice to meet you. Sorry to disturb you while you were in the middle of getting some ..." the witch stood up brushing off the dust from her robe and introduced herself while grinning at both of them.
This time James couldn't control it so he laughed, delighted at the witch in front of him.
"I have never seen you before in Hogwarts and what do you think you are doing here in the middle of the night?" Lily asked, her tone dripping with censure.
"Well obviously I'm new here considering I literally just popped out of no where and I believe that answers the second part of your question too." Hermione replied, finished with trying to make herself presentable.
James cocked an eyebrow at her attitude but she just shrugged at him and smiled. If they had a problem then too bad, Hermione really couldn't be bothered with it, at least not this time. The first two times she had tried to be all polite with the lot of them but it still got her killed, or tortured and then killed so she wasn't really in the mood for it.
"Hermione right? Well it's too late to go to Dumbledore so you can bunk in with us but you so much as try to harm either me or Lily there, I will snap you pretty little neck and let Lily curse you all she wants. Am I clear?
Hermione looked at James, her eyebrow raised. Well someone sounded frustrated.
"Aye Aye Captain."
James just looked at her blankly but Lily let out a giggle.
"Well it's a muggle thing." Lily replied at James questioning look.
"So I guess the joke's on me huh." James said wryly.
Hermione just winked at him and wondered yet again why he had threatened to harm her in a muggle way first. Well no harm in asking.
"May I know why a wizard who is clearly not a muggle born would resort to a muggle threat rather than magic?"
James grinned at her rakishly "My father made sure I knew ... a few muggle moves to disarm my opponents. I'm quite good with my hands little witch."
Hermione looked at him, "Ah I see, It's quite rare to meet a neanderthal but nevertheless nice to meet you, I'm pleasantly surprised to see you talk more than growl. You have been trained!" Hermione grinned back at him ... with a lot of teeth.
James looked at her speechless before throwing his head back and laughing uproariously. "Well well, what a little firecracker you are. My friends would definitely love you, provided you don't turn out an enemy of course."
"Of course." Hermione replied demurely.
James just smirked.
Lily looked at them, while she did not feel like the girl meant them any harm, her mannerisms seemed so different from the witches in their time and she looked so comfortable considering she was presumably in a totally different surroundings and amongst strangers. Well whatever, she was too tired to think about it anymore. With a yawn she looked at the bed yearningly.
Hermione paused while in the middle of discussing something with James and looked at Lily. "It seems like we better continue with it tomorrow. All of us are too tired to talk anymore."
James looked at Lily and nodded in agreement. He then looked at the bed then at her. There wasn't enough room for an expanded bed.
"Don't worry about me, I'll manage, you go sleep with Lily."
"Don't be silly Miss Granger, you take the bed, I'll manage."
"James. It's okay I said I will manage."
They both looked at each other, measuring each other.
"Fine, you wi-"
"Fine, you wi-"
Both paused and laughed, then looked at the bed
"Aabra kadabra" Hermione muttered and swished hew wand at the bed. It divided itself into two.
"What's that spell? I have never heard of it." James asked, puzzled.
Hermione just laughed and said, "From where I come from, every child knows this spell."
James just shook his head. He found it strange that it hadn't even been an hour since he met Hermione Granger yet he felt so comfortable and at ease around her and he sensed that Lily also felt the same though she seemed a tad unwilling to admit it. There was something really familiar about the witch's magic and it soothed his inner self.
James turned towards the slightly bigger bed with Lily. He turned to check if Hermione needed anything but she was already asleep or at least pretending to be so he got the message - no more talking.
Somewhere in a different time ...
Tom Marvolo Riddle cracked his spine and looked at the blonde witch in front of him, "You have everything prepared?"
She flinched slightly in fear.
"Yes, my lord."
"Good, you have done much for the cause and as a token of my appreciation, I have … a … gift for you my dear." He hissed.
Her eyes widened, it was unheard of the dark lord to reward any of his followers with anything but a crucio or something similar.
He handed her a vial of green liquid with a silver sheen to it and told her to drink it with a wave from his hand.
She gulped, throat suddenly dry and screwed the bottle open before downing it in one go.
Tom Riddle watched in satisfaction as the woman in front of him suddenly screamed in pain, her eyeballs started spinning widely, spine arched and her mouth gaped open. Soon blood started coming from her nostrils and ears, her voice gone as her body started reshaping itself.
Soon the transformation stopped, only one sound remained...a babe crying.
"Ummm..."
Hermione moaned as she felt her strength return. It felt good to get a full night's sleep without disturbances.
She looked to see if James and Lily were awake yet or not. She was quite surprised to see them handle her appearance so calmly, unlike the last few times. Just goes to show that time is really like a river, you cause a ripple but the effect might not be the same every time.
She heard deep groan, which by the way caused a strange flutter inside her but she was definitely going to ignore it since it had no place inside her body.
James was looking at the witch who had disrupted his and Lily's 'relaxing-time' with her sudden appearance. Oh well, you loose some and win some.
"So considering you're still here, I take it that I didn't imagine the whole scene last night."
"Well I hope not since you were in the middle of having sex with your girl friend. It would be quite ... awkward to think about another girl during that." Hermione replied matter-of-factly.
James just shook his head while grinning, she was one heck of a witch.
"Nice to see you're not the shy type."
"Why, you have something against them?"
"No, shy girls just ... bore me." James teased, his voice a deep rumble.
Hermione raised her eyebrow and smiled at the cocky boy in front of her. This James was vastly more entertaining than the James she had encountered previous two times. She wondered why that was. She would have to do some research.
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