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I also entirely blame Moonnott for Remus with a lip ring.
The girl's companions drew their wands to protect themselves after they had seen her fall to the ground, but merely defended themselves as opposed to attacking anyone else. Insisting that they didn't want to cause any trouble, and they would come quietly if everyone stopped bloody attacking each other. Well, it was the ginger haired wizard that had said the last bit, scowling at Kingsley as he knelt beside the curly haired witch.
After that, Kingsley transfigured some rocks into two blindfolds and instructed the two males to put them on.
Now they are back at Order Headquarters, and the three wix have been locked away in a small room upstairs until they can figure out what they are going to do with them.
"How do we know they are who they say they are?" Sirius hisses lowly, sitting down roughly at the table-James, Remus, Peter and McGonagall are all sitting down already. Sirius pretends not to see McGonagall's stern stare.
Minerva has one or two white hairs hiding amongst her inky black hair-which is currently pulled into a low bun that is sitting neatly against her nape. She is wearing midnight blue robes, the trim seemed to be cut from the night sky itself, shimmering as she walked. A pitch black, velvet coat is clasped around her neck, spelled to protect her from rain, wind and the other elements; not to mention keeping off stains and to prevent any permanent damage from inflicting the fabric.
"There's always legilimency," a voice says softly from the open doorway. Remus didn't need to look up, he can smell the lavender and lemon and immediately he knows that it is Dumbledore; Remus stares across the table at James, whose attention is raptly focused on the wizard at the door, Remus however is too busy trying to discern the differences between the boy and James to pay Dumbledore any mind.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is a dangerous man. Remus knows that most of his friends and colleagues practically worship him and hang off his every word...but he can't see the man for anything more than what he is. A sweet, old man, who does what he think is necessary for the greater good. What is one life compared to hundreds, if not thousands?
Half-moon spectacles, a long, silvery beard that comes down to the bottom of his abdomen, clear blue eyes that often sparkle, a slightly crooked nose, six foot four, towering over most. Albus Dumbledore appears to be a kind, loving man. Remus knows differently. He's seen the other side of Dumbledore. The side that most of his friend's hadn't. The Dumbledore that had asked him-making it seem like a gentle prodding, or a request-that Remus join the Werewolf packs and learn the extent of their involvement with Voldemort.
"Would they agree to that?" Minerva asks, standing up, and moving to greet the Headmaster, the distinct sound of her footsteps filling his ears.
"Why would they have a choice?" Sirius frowns, "plus if they are who they say they are, then they should have no problem agreeing to it."
"Maybe because having someone poking about in your head is highly unpleasant," Remus drawls, angling his head to the right, and meeting the grey eyes of his best mate. Remus sighs softly, catching his lip ring under his top front teeth. "Even if someone as skilled as Dumbledore is doing it."
"How would you know?" Sirius narrows his eyes, "I thought Legilimency didn't work on you since your head is filled with wolfy thoughts."
Doesn't mean he hasn't tried, Remus thinks internally, but outwardly he says, "that's irrelevant, it doesn't change the fact that allowing someone to access your memories and the most intimate details of your life will be a tad uncomfortable, Pads."
"Fair enough," Sirius grunts, flicking his shoulder length hair over his shoulder.
"I hear that you lost Miss McDonald out there today...I am sorry for your loss," Dumbledore nods at them curtly, a truly grief stricken expression on his face, before he turns on his heel and disappears back through the doorway; McGonagall follows closely behind him, fixing the brim of her pointed, emerald hat as she does. Remus can hear their soft conversation as they walk, but he tunes them out, more focused on the remaining members at the table.
"So what's next?" James asks, intertwined fingers resting on the table in front of him, his eyes boring into the wooden surface.
"We wait," Remus responds softly, tapping his left index finger on the table, his other hand resting limply in his lap.
Remus frowns as he notices even though Sirius and James both nod their agreement; Peter looks like he's broken out into a cold sweat, his pupils are dilated and he almost looks afraid. For the life of him, Remus can't figure out why. He makes a note to pull his friend aside in private later and ask what's troubling him.
Now we wait, Remus exhales harshly through his nostrils. He'll give Sirius five minutes before he starts pacing.
Hermione's head is pounding, she can feel her temple throbbing, and she cracks her eyes open a fraction, deciding it is better to not sit up just yet.
"Hermione!" Harry and Ron both exclaim, quickly joining her side. It takes a few moments but she finally manages to sit up, and she holds her head as the small room they're being kept in starts spinning.
The room is dark, and it seems like a storm has set in, at least she that's what she thinks based off of the heavy rain that is sharply hitting the single window in the room. The window is quite large, but she guesses that they probably warded it so they wouldn't be able to get out. Hermione thinks that maybe they could dismantle the wards if they truly wanted to, but banishes the thought as she remembers that they should stay and see this mess through. They didn't have anywhere else to go after all.
The room is small, and the only furniture inside is a oak chair, it's cold and the air smells like pine. Two things that lead her to believe it's either Fall or Winter.
Hermione briefly contemplates the Marauders that they've seen thus far.
Lupin has always been good looking, even as a weary, older wizard. She guessed after she figured out that he was a Werewolf, that being alone for so long and being without a pack had aged him significantly beyond his years. Especially since wizards tended to look much younger than they were since they lived on average for at least one hundred and twenty years.
She hadn't been prepared for this Remus, the lip biting Remus. The sinfully attractive Remus. The Remus who has a silver lip ring on the right side of his mouth, with intense hazel eyes and a long nose, and sandy blonde hair messily tousled on his head. The Remus with supple, soft looking lips, who looks strong, lithe, and powerful even with his figure hidden beneath jumpers and other thick clothing.
James looks almost exactly like Harry, or perhaps Harry looks exactly like James. Time travel made all these muddle together in a messy pile of confusion. James has warm, hazel eyes, though they were hard and cold earlier when he was assessing whether they were a threat or not. His hair is somehow messier than Harry's, an inky mop on top of his head, with square, black framed glasses, pale skin, and thick, dark eyebrows. Harry and his 'father' are definitely attractive wizards.
Sirius. Sirius Orion Black. Hermione doesn't know how she feels about him yet. He's just as rash, and stubborn as she thought he would be. Sirius is arguably the most attractive of the Marauders that she's met so far, but in the end it comes down to personal preference she supposes.
Sirius has shoulder length, raven hair, that he rakes his fingers through to give the wavy hair a bit more of a windswept look. Stormy grey eyes, light brown skin, broad shoulders, and he's tall. Not as tall as Remus, but he's only a couple inches shorter than the other wizard. James is almost Sirius's height, but he's the shortest out of their trio of friends. Hermione has yet to see Pettigrew, but she knows he's the shortest of the lot.
Sirius is lean, muscular, and dangerous looking, lots of leather wearing, and he's covered in tattoos.
Hermione can't help but think in those moments, that she would rather a lip biting Remus any day. She's abruptly drawn from her thoughts when Ron calls her name, and she quickly turns to look at him; the throbbing in her head still persisting.
"Harry and I have been talking," Ron gestures between himself and Harry, "and we think that we need to figure out if Pettigrew is a spy yet or not."
"Well…" Hermione winces, the heavy shroud of pain that had previously occupied her skull is now ebbing away. "If we find out first whether there is a spy yet or not, then we can deal with Pettigrew accordingly," Hermione sighs.
"I think we should get Harry to use Legilimency on whoever is going to interrogate him," Ron offers.
"How do you know they'll ask for Harry?"
"They're all fascinated by him, you can tell. They're bound to ask for him. I'm pants at Legilimency, you know that, I can barely manage Occlumency...but you and Harry are brilliant at Legilimency, even if Harry is rubbish at Occlumency."
"You'd think that being a great Legilimens would extend to him being a slightly good Occlumens, but alas, that is not the case," Hermione smiles wryly.
"Hey! They're different okay, and just cause you're good at both…" Harry trails off, crossing his arms over his chest.
"If it wasn't for me, neither of you would have tried to learn either of them when we were on the run," Hermione rolls her eyes, reaching out and grasping both of her boy's hands.
It's only in that moment where she tries to think about how they had gotten here. That white light had emitted from her, only her. Why it had, or what it was, she's not sure she'll ever find out.
Glancing at both of her boys, she's glad that both of them had come into the past with her, she isn't sure what she would have done without them.
"Now what?" Harry asks, sitting back on his haunches, scrunching his nose.
"Now we wait," Hermione says, squeezing their hands gently.
Now we wait.
Almost an hour later-an hour of having to watch Sirius pace back and forth anxiously, and James staring absently at a worn photograph, and Peter nervously gnawing on his bottom lip, refusing to meet any of their gazes-McGonagall comes back. She tells them in a stern tone that Dumbledore is ready for them to bring one of the wix to him in a room they readied down the Hall, and she warns them not to underestimate the wix that they have in holding, to be on their guard.
The Marauders all silently get up, and Remus finds that he doesn't have a chance to ask Peter what's troubling him, since Sirius keeps throwing out theories about who they really are on their way down the narrow, dimly lit corridor. If they aren't the time travellers they claimed they are.
James takes down the wards when they arrive in front of the unmarked, dark wooden door, and wand at the ready, he cautiously opens the door.
"We've been instructed to bring you for questioning. You'll be undergoing Legilimency."
"We thought you would suggest Legilimency," the ginger lad with startling blue eyes says calmly, he is sitting on the ground against the wall in the small room. The bright green eyed boy is sitting backwards on the wooden chair, and the girl with the unruly curls had been pacing impatiently. She is now standing facing the door, arms crossed over her chest.
"You only need to use it on one of us," the witch adds, lifting her chin in a defiant manner, as if daring the Marauders to argue something to the contrary.
"Dumbledore wants him," James jerks his chin in his look-alike's direction.
"No." The girl growls, but then the raven haired boy stands up, sharing a look with his companion and she tilts her head, lips pressing into a thin line. "Harry."
"I'll be fine, Hermione," Harry says reassuringly, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder, before turning back to the Marauders.
"Okay," Harry says, striding to the door, halting in front of them, "lead the way."