Ok back again this time hopefully I dont lose all my stories to a virus.
This story is a mix of my favorite authors. The only thing different will be the characters. I am doing a Hermione/Remus fanfic. I have never used these to together. But they have grown on me.
*Nothing belongs to me, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling and Alexandra Monir's book Time less it is a great book anyone one would enjoy.*
Hermione stood alone in the center of a hall of mirrors. The glass revealed a girl identical to Hermione, with the same chestnut hair, ivory skin, and brown eyes. Even wearing the same outfit of dark denim jeans and black tank top. But when Hermione moved forwardm the girl in the glass remained still. And while Hermiones own neck was bare, the reflection in the mirror wore a strange key hanging from a gold chain, a key unlike anything Hermione ever seen.
It was a gold skeleton key in a shape similar to a cross, but with a circular bow at the top. The image of a sundial was carved into the bow. The key looked weathered and somehow wise, as though it weren't inanimate, but a living being with over a century's worth of stories to share. Hermione was momentarily seized by an urge to reach through the glass and tough the curious key. But all she felt was the cool surface of the mirror, and the girl with Hermione's face betrayed no notice of her.
"Who are you?" Hermione whispered. But the mirror image did't respond, didn't even appear to have heard. Hermione shivered nervoisly, and squessed her eyes shut. What was this?
And then, suddenly, the silence was broken. Someone was whistling , a slow melody that created goose bumps on the back of Hermione's neck. Her eyes snapped open, and she watched in shock as someone joined the girl in the mirror. Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She felt paralyzed, unable to do anything but stare at him threw the glass. He looked like a young Remus Lupin but it couldnt be could it? Hermione thought.
His eyes were such a deep blue they seemed to dazzle against his contrasting thick sandy blonde hair. Eyes the color of sapphires. And though she could somehow tell that he was around her age, he was dressed like none of the other boys she knew. He wore a crisp white collared shirt under a white silk vest and red and gold tie, formal black pants, and black patent leather shoes. In his white gloved hands, he held a black hat lined with silk. The formal clothing suited him. He was more than good-looking, much more than could be conveyed by the word "handsome." Hermione felt an unfamiliar ache as she watched him.
Her heart racing, she stared at him as he carelessly peeled off his gloves and dropped his hat, the three items falling togetherin a heap on the floor. He then reached for the hand of the girl in the mirror. And to Hermiones astonishment, she felt his touch. She quickly looked down, but though her hand was empty, she could feel his fingers interlacing with hers, the sensation causing a flutter inside her.
What is happening to me? Hermione thought frantically. But suddenly she couldnt think anymore, for as she looked at the boy and girl embracing in the mirror, she felt strong arms encircling her own waist.
"I'm waiting for you," He murmured, smiling a slow familiar grin that seemed to hint at a secrect between them.
And for the first time, Hermione and the mirror reflection were in sync as they both whispered, "Me too."
This story will not be word for word I will be changing some of the things around to make it more magical. Just press the little button down there and review please :)