Disclaimer: once again, I don't own Harry Potter. Although, I do wish I owned Sirius Black. Ah well!
"Are you going to help me or what?" exclaimed Hermione in an exhausted, but partially annoyed voice since the roguishly handsome figure above her seemed incapable of speech.
"Oh! Right, of course," said Sirius quickly, glancing around at James, who gave him a peculiar smirk.
Sirius carefully lifted the girl from the ground and he and James walked together down to the hospital wing in silence.
"What were you talking about back there?" asked Sirius finally. "I mean you didn't really have an unforgivable curse used on you, did you?"
"I did," said Hermione in a quiet voice. "It's not what I would call a fun experience."
"But who would use that curse on you? No one in this school, aside for some of the teachers, would even know how to use it!" exclaimed James. "Oh, well, and maybe Snivellus."
"Where did you come from anyway? I haven't seen you around here," said Sirius.
"And he knows all the girls in Hogwarts," interjected James.
"Well, come to think of it," said Hermione, "I'm not really even sure. You see I was-"
"Are you in our year? Or even in our house?" inquired Sirius. "Oi! What was that for?" shouted Sirius after being heartily hit in the shoulder by Hermione.
"What I was trying to say is that I was with my friends, Harry and Ron, in a house we've been hiding out at while trying to figure out some things-" said Hermione in an exasperated tone.
"What do you think you're doing living with two boys? Who you're not related to?" asked Sirius all of a sudden.
"Sounds like the girl of your dreams!" answered James slyly.
"Can I speak!" said an infuriated Hermione. "Can I simply finish explaining?"
"You have my permission," answered Sirius in an offhand voice.
"I don't need your permission!" snapped Hermione.
"Well, seeing as how you asked 'Can I speak?' I was simply affirming it!" answered Sirius.
"Enough!" cried James. "Just let her finish explaining!"
"What I was saying, before I was interrupted, was that my friends and I were at this house, when the death eaters showed up and attacked us. They had all the doors magically barricaded so we couldn't escape. Since my friends couldn't escape on their own, they told me to go and look in this box. The death eater who chased me upstairs, this bald man, he used the cruciatus curse on me. I found the box, and a time turner in it. I was just about to turn it myself when I was hit with another cruciatus curse, and it began to spin as I fell to the ground. And here I am," answered Hermione in a tone of finality.
James and Sirius came to a halt.
"Bullocks!" said Sirius quietly.
"You're saying that you traveled back through time?" asked James.
"And that you were attacked by Death Eaters? Aren't those the followers of that crazy bloke Lord Voldemort? Are you bloody serious?" exclaimed Sirius.
"Do I sound serious?" inquired Hermione in a sober voice.
"Well, James, what she's saying, it must have been from some sort of fall. She's gone off the hag's wagon!" reported Sirius as he started walking on towards the Hospital Wing at a quick pace.
"Wait. You're name is James?" asked Hermione in a hushed voice as she slowly turned towards the said boy. She finally caught a good look at him. He had unruly black hair, a long pale face, and black glasses. He was the spitting image of Harry. Except his eyes. James had hazel eyes.
"That's right. Why?" asked James
"James? James Potter?" stammered Hermione.
"The same," answered James with a slight air of superiority.
"And you? That would make you…." Whispered Hermione. "Sirius Black!"
"Right you are! I notice our reputation proceeds us!" said Sirius in a satisfied voice.
"But you're both d-"
"What? Gorgeous? I know, I know. We get it all the time!" answered Sirius.
"Never mind," said Hermione in a hurried voice.
"Ah well here we are!" exclaimed Sirius as they marched into the Hospital Wing.
"I'll get Madame Pomfrey and tell her she's got a student out here who's acting more strange than Snivellus is even on special occasions!" said James as he strode into Madame Pomfrey's office.
There was silence for about ten seconds.
"Well, are you going to set me down or what?" said Hermione in a tired voice.
"Oh, right!" stammered Sirius. He carefully laid her down on the bed, but not quite letting go of her.
"Well, thank you," answered Hermione in an embarrassed way when she realized his hands still held tight on her.
"There she is! She may have very well hit her head, maybe she got hexed and fell over," reported Madame Pomfrey as she stepped out of her office with James.
Sirius immediately jumped back from Hermione, and she blushed deeply.
"Getting better acquainted, are we?" asked James in a jovial voice while laughing.
"No!" answered Hermione quickly. "This daft pratt just wouldn't let go of me!"
"Yea, well, I didn't hear you complaining," muttered Sirius.
"Anyway, the best thing for her right now is sleep, and seeing as how its 12:30, I expect you should go get some too!" said Madame Pomfrey as she glided over to Hermione and gave her a sleeping draught.
"Off! Off to bed with you!" repeated Pomfrey after James had stepped out to leave but Sirius neglected to do so.
"Alright, alright!" said Sirius, as he shot one last look at the girl on the bed as her chestnut hair fell all over the pillow as she fell into a deep sleep.
Once out in the hallway James observed, "We didn't even find out her name!"
"Well, that's alright," answered Sirius in an offhand voice.
'Because she's unforgettable,' he thought.
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