Okay, so here is the offical chapter 10! I havent really done any of the suggestions yet... but i will. I plan to weave a couple of them in. I want to thank everyone who review... especially those who gave me ideas. Watch for yours, i just might use it. And of course always feel free to tell me things you want to see happen in the future. I believe almost all of the ideas people gave me about things they wanted to see in future chapters i found a way to work in. Also i finally added info to my profile/bio thingy so you can check it out if you want. Well, let me know what you think of this... and give me suggestions, always looking for suggestions... this story is for you after all. P.S i tend you have more inspiration when i get reviews... especailly ones that make me smile or laugh... and when i'm inspired i give better chapters... wink
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Peter Slowly walked down the front steps of the castle, heading towards the lake. He had a lot to think about. Whispers had been going through the school, a power was growing… an evil power. A couple of Slytherins had told him that this 'dark lord' would kill all of the muggles and muggle lovers… including him and his friends! He didn't want to die and he was sure that if he tried to fight he would. His friends could protect him from a lot of things but this 'dark lord' sounded far to powerful. He wanted to confide in his friends, have them tell him everything would be okay. He had watched Remus go outside; Remus was always the most understanding. He wouldn't make fun of Peter's fears.
Peter walked across the grounds, searching in the dark for his friend. He stumbled over the uneven ground, his eyes moving frantically. Peter hated the dark… being alone in the dark! He rushed his foot steps, becoming even more clumsy, and tripped head first on a rock. He rose awkwardly, his knees shaking, but paused when he heard talking. Remus!
He hurriedly followed the voice and paused when he saw Remus and another person… a girl. Remus was gripping the girl's arm as she struggled to get away. Why was Remus doing that? Remus was usually so gentle! Then she spoke, too low for Peter to hear, and spun around towards him. Peter shrunk into the shadows as his dream girl came towards him. Why was Remus with Ginny?
Remus ran to catch up to her. "Do the others know?" he asked.
Ginny paused and looked at him. Peter held his breath as he watched her step closer to his friend and then… kiss him! Peter felt like he had been punched in the stomach. The kiss seemed to last forever. He wanted to look away, to run away, but he couldn't rip his eyes from the scene in front of him. How could Remus do this to him? He was supposed to be his friend! Remus said that he didn't like Ginny, but here he was kissing her. He had lied to him! He isn't my friend, Peter thought. He probably doesn't even like me. No body likes me.
Ginny slowly pulled away and whispered on word, "Yes." She started to back away from Remus, closer to Peter. Peter spun on his heals and stumbled back towards the school, not caring if he was noticed. He didn't care about anything. He was alone.
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Hermione slowly walked towards Dumbledore's office; he had asked her to come see him after dinner that night. He said he would teach her how to use her magic, how to control it. It was apparently dangerous what she did and could have killed herself.
The hallways were mostly empty and the only sound she heard were her foot falls. She sighed to herself. The day had been long. She felt bad for hurting Sirius's feeling, but she knew she couldn't get involved with him. It was wrong. She was about to walk around the corner when she heard giggling. It was a high pitched, annoying girly laugh. She could picture the body attached to it. Tall, blonde, thin, and unfairly pretty. A Barbie! She scrunched up her face.
She walked quickly past the alcove where the laughter came from, trying not to look, but her curiosity got the best of her. Her eyes widened when she saw two people in the alcove, one of whom she knew. Sirius had his back to her, facing the girl, his hands on the wall forming a cage around the girl. She was tall, almost as tall as Sirius with long curly blonde hair. Figures! She was pretty, with large eyes and her pink lips pulled up into a sexy smile. She laughed again as Sirius whispered in her ear, it sounded more like a purr this time.
She should run, get far away, she thought. This isn't something she should be watching, it wasn't her business. This is what she wanted after all, but her feet seemed to have become stuck to the floor. Her eyes widened when the girl's eyes turned to hers. She stared at Hermione with large blue eyes before scowling and turning back to Sirius but that was enough for Sirius to start to turn. Hermione's body functions started to work again and she ran down the hall not stopping until she reached the Head Masters office.
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Hermione left Dumbledore's office an hour and a half later feeling exhausted.
"Now go get some rest dear girl, you will need it," Dumbledore's voice followed her out the door.
Dumbledore had taught her how to focus her magic. They started with a short period of learning how to meditate, which she found she is horrible at! He had said she needed to learn to focus her mind on one thing for long periods of time. Ha, easier said than done. Then they had practiced actually doing wandless magic. She had levitated feathers and turned a small ball different colors. She was actually getting pretty good at it by the end of the lesson, but she had to admit that it really took a toll on her physically to do wandless magic. Where with normal witches and wizards, the wand focused the magic, keeping it concentrated and not letting too much magic seep out, doing it without a wand was like water pouring from a pipe without a spout!
As she walked towards the common room her eyes started to droop and her feet felt heavy. The pile of books that Dumbledore had given her seemed to multiply in size and weight.
She was almost to the portrait of the Fat Lady when a voice her made her jump in fright.
"Can I talk to you?"
Hermione looked up to see Sirius staring at her. The hallway was empty except for the two of them. She didn't answer, merely sighed and waited. He started to talk but it was a jumble of words to Hermione as her eyes drifted shut and the books fell from her hands.
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Sirius watched the figure run down the hall, but didn't chase after her. He wanted to, he really wanted to, but knew she wouldn't talk to him. He turned back to a disgruntled looking Crystal. He stared at her for a moment. She was pretty, there was no denying that. Her sunny blonde hair fell in curls far past her shoulders and her eyes were the color of tropical waters. She was tall and well shaped, with a large chest and small waist and she knew how to dress to show off her features. There was only one problem, she wasn't Hermione.
Hermione wasn't the exceptionally beautiful kind of girl; she didn't look like she fell out of a Play Wizard magazine. Her hair had some major issues and her face was almost always hidden in a book, but that didn't matter to him. She was more beautiful then she knew, especially to him. Her eyes were a gorgeous melted chocolate color, warm with swirls of honey color that seemed envelope him when she looked at him. He loved the way she walked and talked and laughed and just about everything she did. He wanted her. Only her. He shook his head, trying to get the sappy thoughts out. This girl really was getting to him.
"I should go," he said to the girl in front of him and spun and hurried away.
Crystal chased after him, grabbing his arm, "What's it matter if some nobody saw us? Come on." She tugged at his loosened tie, trying to pull him back into the alcove. He didn't budge. "Sirius," she whined at him, letting her fingers trail down his chest. He backed a way.
"She isn't just some nobody, she is my friend. If you call her that again we'll have some issues," he said sternly.
"Whatever," she sighed waving her long fingers in an exasperated movement. "That doesn't mean we have to stop," her tongue traced the line of her top lip as she beckoned him forward.
"Sorry, Crystal. You'll have to find someone else," he turned and walked away, not stopping this time. Once back in the common room he sat on the couch and stared at nothing in particular. As the time passed he wondered where everyone was? Not James or Remus, Peter or George, or even Ginny were in the common room. He got up and went up stairs… empty.
He opened James's trunk and pulled out the Marauders' Map and unfolded it over his comforter. His eyes scanned it in expert movements. The dot labeled Hermione Jane was in the Head Master's office. He scanned it again. James and George were in an empty classroom. He wondered what they were doing? He found Remus and Ginny outside by the lake. Peter wasn't far from where they were, heading towards them.
Sirius sighed and laid back on his bed and the memory of what he had heard the day before came back to him. He had almost forgotten. He wondered why Ginny had called Hermione, Hermione Granger. The map said Hermione Jane so that had to be her real name. And Lily Potter? Everyone knew that James was head-over-heels for Lily but the chances of her giving in were slim, so why would they think they might one day get married? Or was it just a coincidence… did they really know someone else named Lily Potter?
And, then there was the whole wandless magic thing! She really must be something special for her to be able to do wandless magic. Dumbledore could do it, of course, but few others could. The ones who could almost always turned out to be great witches and wizards… going down in history and all that. He had a lot of questions for Hermione, the only problem was getting her to answer them.
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George sat in an old desk staring at James as he spoke. They were throwing out ideas for new pranks as they played a game of the muggle card game war.
"…and then when the guys' voices will get all girly," James made his voice high pitched, "and the girls' voices will get real deep," this time his voice dropped to a base. Now that would be good.
"But, how do we get the potion into their drinks without being noticed?" George asked. With their last prank it was as simple as following a Slytherin first year back to her dorm then returning later that night to put a spell over the doorway to change any person's hair when he or she walked through it. The spell was set to end at 8:30 am, so that by the time the students were able to notify a professor it would be too late.
James sat thoughtfully as he threw down another card. An eight. George threw his top one down, a three. Damn. James picked them both up, placing them at the bottom of his pile. He thought of some of his and Fred's more famous pranks. Did he really want to do them here? Then back in the future he and Fred technically wouldn't be the first to do them, even if they did technically come up with the ideas.
"Could we come up with a way to make the potion into a spell?" James asked throwing down a ten, "So we could do it like last time?"
"We could try. It might take a few trial and errors, but I don't see why not." George threw down a seven. Shit!
"So, should we go with that then?" James asked with a smile and threw down an ace. George threw down his last card. A queen. James smirked at him, now holding the whole deck.
"I guess. Let's go tell the others." They exited the classroom and headed towards the common room. George smiled to himself. Being in the past wasn't so bad, especially with friends like the marauders. The longer he stayed the closer he became to them. He silently wondered if they would ever trust him enough to tell him about Remus? He wondered if they would let him try to become an animagus? He and Fred had been planning to take classes to learn, but he supposed it might be fun to learn from the marauders.
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Sirius sat in the common room listening to James and George explain in hushed voices a new prank they had come up with. He vaguely heard them say something about switching voices or something like that but he wasn't paying much attention. He curiously watched as Peter threw glares at Remus who sat completely oblivious next to George.
He wondered what Peter was so peeved about? He turned back to the common room entrance for the hundredth time that night. No one walked through. Sirius excused himself and left the common room. He paced in the hallways for a few minutes, before he saw her. She looked tired and absolutely beautiful. Her eyes drooped and her footfalls were small and heavy. She had a pile of books in her hands and she was slightly slouched. He moved forward.
"Can I talk to you?" he asked, which made her jump. He took a step closer. She sighed and put her weight on one foot. He guessed that was a yes.
"First I just want to let you know that even though you said we can only be friends, I don't think that is enough for me. I tried to be with someone else, Hermione, but that's not … it's not you. I want you," he said. Her eyes drifted closed but he kept talking. "And, I heard Ginny in the hospital the other day…" His stomach fell with Hermione, the books in her hands fell to the floor and she sank down at his feet. He fell to his knees and pulled her into his lap.
"Hermione," he said, shaking her slightly. "Hermione, wake up."
Her eyes fluttered open, "Sirius?"
"Yes, yes. It's me," he said before making a shooting shushing noise. "Are you okay?"
"Hmm," she sighed, resting her head against his chest.