DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
HIYA!! I'm back with my first ever trilogy. I look forward to all your reviews (looks pointedly) So, here's the story!!
You're My Past, Present and Future
Description: Time travel. Affairs that last for years. Teenagers. Hogwarts. It's 1945 and Hermione Granger Riddle has come from the year 1998. With her chances of getting back home looking slim, she seeks out the only man who can help her - her husband who has no idea who she is. 3rd story in the 'Kidnapped' Series.
Introduction
It was instantaneous.
But for Hermione...It felt like years.
A mere second later, she landed, face down on the ground. She groaned a little as she tried to push herself up but had landed funny on her arm and could no longer feel it. Knowing it was broken; she rolled over and held her stomach for a moment. That was a rough trip. Hearing a faint voice in the distance, she was torn between lying still and motionless and screaming with all her might. But then the voices were clearer.
Feet stepped into her line of vision and she tilted her head up. Feet became shins. Shins became whole legs. Legs became a torso. And a head came on top and she saw Dumbledore. The Dumbledore of 53 years previously.
"Hello, Professor."
October 2nd 1945
Hermione Jane Granger-Riddle heaved herself up onto her feet and stood before he ex-professor. His long beard was a mix between auburn and brown; not a single grey was to be seen. His face contained only laughter lines and his eyes were so much kinder than the last time she looked into them. But that would be 53 years into the future. His robes looked like a deep and unforgiving shade of purple, so dark it was nearly black.
And she...She was dressed in the dark green silk number that her husband had told her to wear for the 'journey'. Thomas Marvolo Riddle, her husband 53 years in the future, was raging a war against the Light. He had told her that it was to protect her; to keep her safe. Thinking back on the last words she had said to him 'I can't look at you', she regretted it. Almost knowing it would be a long time, months, years even, before she saw him again, she wanted only to go back and tell him just how much she loved him.
"Miss, I'll ask you again, what are you doing here? And how did you get here?"
"Can we go to your office, Albus?"
"How do you know my name, Madam?"
"I won't explain such a complex story in the open where anyone could stumble across us." She said firmly, walking past him and out into Hogwarts grounds.
"Madam, I apologise. I am not usually so rude."
"Apology accepted."
"I believe that your story will be a most interesting one."
"A dark one, you mean."
"What has happened to such a young lady like yourself?"
"Again, I will say nothing in the open. I apologise; it's not you I don't trust; it's everything else. I am not from...From around these parts."
"Of course, I understand completely." The grand Hogwarts main doors opened for them and they stepped inside, Hermione's heels clicking on the marble floor. A few minutes later, they had arrived at a strong oak door which opened into Albus' office. "Honeysuckle." He said, making Hermione give a little roll of her eyes. He let her go in first and she entered the office.
The paintings of famous witches and wizards were sleeping in their frames, most of them heavily snoring. Cabinets of complex little machines filled the rooms and on a raised platform stood Albus' desk, with a small pot of sweets and assorted candies. Fawkes' post with a tray beneath it was behind the desk along with a door to his chambers.
"Please, sit down." Dumbledore said, closing the door behind him. "And help yourself to a candy." He offered, smiling but Hermione remained passive.
He walked up to his desk, to which Hermione had already sat down in front of, and he sat down. Leaning forward in the chair, he clasped his hands together and waited for her to being. "In your own time." He said quietly when she just looked at the carvings on his desk. She looked up and began to explain.