Eulogizing Memoirs

Amelie Rae Lanhoss

A/N- Firstly, some advertising! There's a brand new forum called Harry Potter Unusual Ships Union, there's not much going on yet, we've only got...thirteen members, but it is pretty cool. So, come check us out! Next, I started a C2 community for different good Sirius/Hermione fics, so...check that out too! It's called 'A Relationship: Take 2' Thanks to all the nice people who put up with the incredibly long period of time between Summer Letters and Shopping And Time Warps, you guys, are the greatest. This is for katemary77 who reviewed the same chapter THREE times (now that is definitely worth a dedication), and, as always, in loving memory, for K.M.L.

-C.R.C.

Chapter 9-Mya And The Marauders

"Hell no!"

What the..?

"I am so not stuck back in time with Granger of all people! Would you stop looking at me like that old man! I don't know why Father told me to grab onto her or why you went along with it! We hate each other, remember? Or are you going senile finally?"

Right - 1976 - with Malfoy – Head Boy James Potter – Death Eaters in Diagon Alley – broken Time-Turner – Sirius – seventeen year old Sirius –

"Ah, Miss...Granger, was it? I see you have rejoined us, excellent!"

"Great, she's awake, now would you mind telling us what the hell is going on?"

"Not here, Mr. Malfoy, it's already six-thirty, we only have a half hour before the Welcome Feast. Luckily, Poppy has said that you are both in tip-top shape and you may leave whenever you'd like. So, if you'll follow me to my office..."

I walked absentmindedly after Headmaster Dumbledore, past the same portraits as before – or rather – the same portraits that will still be here in twenty years...god, this is twenty years in the past.

"This is your fault, Granger, you and your stupid over-achiever attitude."

What an asshole.

"Shut it, Malfoy."

"Here we are!"

Oh. Already? I guess what Harry says is true, when you're at Hogwarts, and not concentrating, you seem to get to the place you're going to faster. Up, up, up the moving staircase. I wonder what the Professor has in his office that he doesn't have twenty years from now. Or maybe it's still exactly the same. Huh. There's an idea.

"I am afraid that you cannot refer to yourselves by your real names while you are here, and you cannot mention anything about the future...unless..."

Professor Dumbledore should really avoid getting a sneaky-Slytherin-like look in his eyes, it's creepy and abnormal.

"I had thought about changing your looks with a strong Glamour, one that was tied directly into your souls...That's what I will do!"

He pulled his wand out of his sleeve pocket and seemed to be contemplating something.

"I think you should probably be siblings, if my idea is to work."

Siblings!? With Malfoy!?

Our twin looks of horror must have changed the Headmaster's mind because next he was saying-

"No, no, no, obviously that's not a good idea. Cousins, then...You have come to Hogwarts because you both received a premonition in a dream that you would be needed here."

Premonitions? Why would we get premonitions?

"Your Headmistress at Salem, who is to be aware of your special talents, then contacted me and arranged your transfer, however, it happened so hastily there was no time to bring your belongings, therefore the Head Girl and Boy will take you into Hogsmeade at the end of this week."

The Headmaster looks particularly pleased with himself, what is he thinking?

"Now, for your Glamour, Mr..."

"Malfoy."

"No, no, no. You misunderstood, I was asking if you had an idea for your new last name."

"Oh. No."

Malfoy looks so depressed that he won't be called Malfoy anymore. It's wonderful!

"Do you have an idea Miss..."

A last name? Where would I come up with a new last name? If someone asked me that during the present I'd come up with a last name like Lupin or Black or Evans or something, but all those people are here now. Maybe Mum's name...

"My mother's maiden name was Taite and she's a muggle, no one will have heard of the name."

The Headmaster beamed at me.

"Excellent idea, Miss Taite, to choose a name you will easily remember, we should do that with your first names as well, once I am done with the Glamours...let's see..."

Professor Dumbledore let the end of his sentence drift off while he studied Malfoy. This seemed to make Malfoy very uncomfortable. Hee hee.

"Conveho Anima Aquilus Caesaries Oculatus Ostrinus Facies Nescio."

What the hell!?

"Malfoy?"

"What Granger?"

Okay, it's still Malfoy, he just looks...incredibly different.

"Now remember you two, you can't call each other by your real names. And since your cousins through your fathers you should probably call each other by your first names...what's your real first name, Mr. Taite?"

"Draco."

"Draco...well then, I assume Drake will be easy enough for you to remember?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent! Mr. Drake Taite and Miss..."

Now the Headmaster is studying me creepily.

"H-Hermione. My real name's Hermione."

"Ah..."

It's very intimidating to have the most powerful wizard in probably the entire raise his wand and point it at you.

"Conveho Anima Aquilus Cincinnatus Caesaries Oculatus Ostrinus Facies Nescio."

"My god, Granger!"

Now what does the slimy little ferret want?

"What, Malfoy?"

"You look-look-human!"

Ha. Ha. Ha. Freaking hilarious. Ferret.

"Now children, remember names...Hermione, you said? Let's see...Mia-no...Helen-no, you don't look like a Helen...H-H-Hannah-no...Mya-yes-Mya!"

Mya? But there's already another transfer student named Mya. Sirius' friend Mya.

"Do you think you'll remember that Miss Taite?"

"Yes, my grandmother called me that, I'll remember but-"

"Wonderful!"

But there's another Mya-isn't there?

"Mr. Drake Taite and Miss Mya Taite from the Salem Witches and Wizards Institute. You are cousins and your fathers are brothers. Both of you are True Seers, specifically Dream Weavers, hence your purple eyes, which are the mark of a powerful Seer. Even though I've made you look like Seers, in case you accidentally let something slip, you should be very careful to not reveal anything about the future."

Wait a minute! Purple eyes? Since when-oh, the Glamour Charms. The Glamour Charms. Oh god-I don't even know what I look like!

"Um-Headmaster, sir, do you have a mirror we can look at ourselves in?"

"Oh yes! I completely forgot, my dears, do forgive me."

A packet of Nigel's Non-Explodable Balloons was transfigured into a red mirror and handed to Malfoy.

"Merlin! I-I-I don't-I barely recognize myself!"

"An extra part of the Glamour I added, Mr. Taite. If you don't mind passing it on, I'm sure Miss Taite is also curious as to her appearance."

"Oh-right."

Malfoy practically shoved the mirror into my hands and then sat there looking stunned. Deep breath in, Hermione, let's see what you look like...

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god! I am Mya! I am Mya! I look exactly like the girl in the picture by the lake! Same slightly familiar expression, same purple eyes, same semi-curly black hair...oh god. I'm seventeen-year old Sirius' friend! All this time...all this time he's been talking about me! He's been telling me what I'll do over the next...month, right? I'm only here a month, right? A month. A month! I'm going to actually meet Harry's parents! I'm going to be close friends with Harry's mother! Oh god, oh god, oh god.

A gold alarm started ringing on the Headmaster's desk.

"Ah! The children have arrived. If the both of you will follow me..."

Professor Dumbledore stood and swept out of his office, leaving me and Malfoy to hurry after him.

"Now, while the first years are being sorted you will sit next to me at the Head Table, once Professor McGonagall has finished reading the list I will then introduce you and have you Sorted."

Sorted? But we were already Sorted! We were Sorted six years ago!

The Headmaster lifted a hand to stop our protests.

"I know you have already been put into a House, however, for the duration of your time here, you will need to be re-Sorted."

Oh.

"I should also warn you that without pressure from family heritage and classmates you may be Sorted differently than you were before."

Yeah...right. I didn't have anyone telling me to try for Gryffindor and Malfoy's such a slimy ferret it'd be impossible for him to be Sorted anywhere but Slytherin.

The huge doors to the Great Hall swung open with a wave of the Headmaster's hand and we were suddenly the objects of interest for hundreds of eyes. The Headmaster just kept walking towards the front, smiling a bit apologetically to Professor McGonagall who was waiting with a scroll and a line of nervous first years. He pointed us to chairs directly to the left of his own and motioned for Professor McGonagall to start.

"When I call your name you will be put on the hat and sit on the stool to be Sorted. Audre, Jonathan!"

There was barely a pause, and then-

"Gryffindor!"

"Baudenrez, Kyle!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Costneer, Meghan!"

"Ravenclaw!"

Then the Hat named another Gryffindor and another Ravenclaw and another Gryffindor and then 'Harris, Helena!' became the first 'Hufflepuff!' and then I sort of tuned out. I wonder how many people I know here, let's see...huh, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor switch tables sometime in the next twenty-twenty!-years. I-Is that Sirius? It has to be because next to him is sitting someone who looks exactly like Harry. Well, almost exactly.

Ow! I rubbed my side where an elbow had jabbed me. What the hell's his problem anyways?!

"What, Mal-Drake?"

"They're almost done."

Oh. I turned my attention back to the now short line of first years.

"Raindler, Timothy!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Senyter, Samuel!"

"Slytherin!"

"Smythe, Randall!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Weasley, Billius!"

"Gryffindor!"

Billius Weasley?

"Zariah, Bartholomew!"

"Ravenclaw!"

Billius-Bill-Bill Weasley?! Ron's brother Bill Weasley. Here?!

"Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! I have, as always, a few announcements to make. However, only one is important enough to be made before our feast."

The Headmaster motioned for Malfoy and I to stand and go to Professor McGonagall.

"Students and professors, I would like you to meet Mr. Drake Taite and Miss Mya Taite, recently transferred from the Salem Witches and Wizards Institute. I expect you all to treat them both with respect and have them leave us with only good memories."

"Taite, Drake!"

There was a moments pause while I waited anxiously before-

"Gryffindor!"

Gryffindor? A Malfoy in Gryffindor? Oh. My. God.

"Please go sit at your House Table, Mr. Taite," Professor McGonagall sounds annoyed.

"R-r-right, Professor."

"Taite, Mya!"

Gryffindor, Gryffindor, please, please, please Gryffindor, please, pleas-

"Gryffindor!"

Thank god!

"Hi, Mya, right?"

I nodded.

"Hi! My name's Lily Evans, I'm the Head Girl here at Hogwarts, if you need anything let me know, alright?"

"O-okay."

She beamed at me and I smiled shakily back. Oh god, oh god, oh god. I'm talking with Harry's mother!

"This is my best friend-"

"Kat, Kat Calone, it's nice to meet you, Mya."

"Nice to meet you too."

"Allison-or Allie, Allie Figg."

"Hi."

"I'm Alma, Alma Rodriguez."

On the other side of the table Malfoy was receiving the same warm, hectic welcome, although he didn't respond to the people who greeted him.

"Benjy Fenwick, Drake, I'm also in my seventh year."

"Lopen, Tony Lopen, glad you're in Gryffindor mate."

"James Potter, the Head Boy."

"Get over it James, Remus Lupin, Drake, welcome to Hogwarts."

"I-I'm Peter-"

"He's Peter Pettigrew, I'm Sirius, Sirius Black."

Sirius? Sirius! Oh my god, Sirius' barely changed over twenty years. Well, except for looking older, he certainly doesn't seem to have matured much. Look at Malfoy's expression! He looks so surprised at Sirius' name and smile.

"So how are you guys related?"

"He's my cousin," I answered...Alma, I think is her name, Alma's question and then turned to the now filled plates.

"Damn, girl, you have one hot cousin."

"What!"

Malfoy!? She thinks Malfoy's hot! My god!

"Relax! You didn't have to spit your juice out at me, I was just making a comment. Anyways, does he have a girlfriend?"

I shook my head no.

"Don't think about it Alma! You've already got a boyfriend, remember, Jon?"

"I know, I know Lily, just thinking out loud again. Chill."

Lily glanced at me before turning back to say something...and then spinning around to look at me again after she had barely even opened her mouth.

"Your eyes!"

A quarter of Gryffindor turned to look at me and Lily.

"What about them?"

"They're-they-they're purple!"

I love making other people shocked and speechless.

"Yes, I know."

"But-but only really, really powerful Seers...oh god, are you?"

"Ma-Drake and I both."

I turned back to my meal, desperately trying to ignore the looks people were giving me. Thankfully, it was only half the amount as before since now some people were turning to look at Malfoy instead.

Harry's mum's blonde friend-Kat Calone?-broke our tables eerie silence.

"That's wicked cool!"

"Yeah!"

"It is!"

"That's awesome!"

"So you can predict the future?"

"Are you going to replace Tanger as the Divination professor?"

"Aren't their different kinds of Seers?"

"That's so cool!"

"Both of you? Isn't that, like, really, really rare?"

It continued like that for the rest of the meal, most of the girls questioning me about what it was like, although some had taken to flirting with Malfoy, and the guys either thumping Malfoy's back or yelling cheesy things at me, like 'don't you See you and me together forever babe?' It was one of the worst meals of my life, directly behind lunch after Kev's funeral service.

"So, you See the future, right?"

I nodded in Kat Calone's direction as I pulled the covers on my new bed down.

"So...do you maybe know who Lils is gonna marry?"

"Kat! I am not marrying James Potter! Get. Over It!"

I faked confusion.

"Who's James Potter?"

"One of the dreamiest hunks you'll ever meet who happens to keep asking Lily out-"

"He's an arrogant prick who did not deserve the Head Boy position!"

"Lily's in denial that she's crushing on him."

"There's nothing to deny!"

Kat Calone ignored her best friend and turned towards me instead.

"So, can you tell who Lily's gonna marry?"

Of course I can, she'll marry James Potter and they'll have my best friend, Harry James Potter. But I can't exactly say that out of the blue, now can I?

"Umm..."

"Are you the type of Seer that has to touch someone's head or something? Like, a...what are those called again Lil?"

Harry's mum opened her mouth to answer but I beat her to it.

"Dream Weavers, yeah, I am."

"Well what are you waiting for Lily?" A girl-Allie?-called from the other side of the dorm room, "Let her touch your head."

"Yeah, we'll see once and for all if you're really gonna marry James. I bet you won't though, I bet he doesn't even like you-"

"Shut it Sally," said Kat Calone.

"Fine," Lily sighed and sat on my bed, "go ahead and do it, Mya."

Um...how do they do it again? I know I saw a picture of someone doing it in Unfogging The Future but I haven't read that book since third year...oh yeah, left hand on the middle of her forehead and right hand on my right temple.

I made myself get a glazed look in my eyes and waited a few seconds before gasping slightly and jerking away. Lily looked a bit startled.

"So?"

I licked my lips nervously.

"Well, I don't know who James Potter is or what he looks like, but your husband is going to be a few inches taller than you, messy black hair, brown eyes, big glasses...and you'll have a son named Harry James."

"Harry James! You are going to marry James!"

"The description sounds just like James too!"

Lily looked shocked.

"Are-are-are you sure?"

"I'm sure that's what he'll look like," I answered her, "and I'm sure that's what you'll name your son, but since I've never seen James Potter I'm not about to guarantee it's him."

"I-it does sound a lot like him though."

I thought about the one thing I had actually learned from Trelawney.

"Seers, Lily, like me, don't see the precise future, that's impossible. We just see what the most likely outcome is. There's about a one in a billion chance that you won't marry someone with messy black hair, brown eyes and glasses. If what I had seen was blurrier, and not clear-cut, then your chance would be bigger."

"Wha-what ab-about my...son, Harry James?"

"That's certain. I Saw it so clearly that it's a sure thing. I can almost guarantee it. However, like I said, we don't See the precise future, there is a chance, though it's pretty much microscopic, that Harry isn't really your biological son."

I can guarantee it though, Harry James Potter is one of my best friends.

"Oh. Th-thank you, Mya. I...I appreciate this."

"No problem, Lily."

"Mya, we're going to be late, it's time to get up."

Wha? Red hair...

"Ginny?"

What's she doing here? This isn't her dorm.

"No, Lily, remember? You're not at Salem anymore, Mya."

Mya...Mya! Right, 1976. Urgh, I don't feel like getting up.

"When do classes start?"

"Half an hour. You don't have time for a shower and you barely have time for breakfast unless you rush...c'mon Mya, up you get."

Half an hour-shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...

"Shit-shit-shit-shit-"

"Mya!"

Lily laughed at me as I transfigured my makeshift pajamas and darted into the bathroom.

"I knew we should've woken you up earlier but Kat said you'd probably be fine. Do you normally sleep this late?"

No. Usually I'm the one waking people up. What the hell's wrong with me?

"Yeah, Ginny, my friend, she's the one who usually wakes me up."

God I'm good. Now she won't ask me lots of questions about why I thought she was Ginny.

"Oh. Well hurry up! I don't want to be late and you still have eat."

"Yes, mother," I said, coming out of the bathroom. I had forgotten about my new hair, I don't have to spend twenty minutes trying to untangle it with charms.

Lily laughed at her new nickname and held the dorm door open for me. It-it's kinda nice having someone wake me up and nag me about being late, it's nice to have someone who cares enough, usually I'm the one waking everyone up.

We reached the Great Hall quickly, we were walking so fast we were almost jogging, and it was my turn to push and hold the door open, we had gotten there so late they were already closed since everyone else was inside.

Lily's face took on a nervous look as we approached our table before she switched it to determined.

"Come on," she muttered, "let's sit somewhere other than normal, I have to talk to J-Potter about patrol schedules anyways."

"Lily flower!"

Harry's father stood up so fast he hit his knees on the table and had to sit down again. It's actually kind of funny.

"Ow. Lily flower! Did you sleep well? I bet you dreamed about me!"

"Nah, mate, for Lily that'd be a nightmare, not a dream."

"Shut up Padfoot," Harry's dad hit Sirius before realizing Lily had actually sat down next to him.

"Aw, Lily flower! You love me! You really, really love me!"

"Keep dreaming Potter. I only wanted to straighten out this months patrol schedule with you, seeing as the Headmaster took leave of his senses sometime this summer and made you Head Boy."

"Oh flower, you don't really mean that!"

"Hey."

While I had been watching Harry's parents argue comically Sirius had moved from his spot next to Harry's dad and instead slid in next to me. Oh god, I'm sitting next to Siri, a Siri my age, how weird is that?

"Hi," I wonder if I sound as scared and nervous as I really am.

"Mya, right?"

"Uh huh."

He nodded his head solemnly and turned back to the plate of food he had brought with him...and slipped an arm around my waist.

Oh god, Sirius-seventeen year old Sirius-has his arm around me...and it's moving higher...and-and his hands under my shirt-wait a minute-under, my shirt?

"You fucking bastard!"

The fact that he looked shocked at my reaction just made me madder-how dare he do that!

"What the fuck is your problem!?"

Oh my god! He really doesn't get why I'm mad!

I summoned enough energy to slap him harder than I had slapped Malfoy in third year.

"How dare you!"

Now he has a wonderful red mark covering half his face. Good, he deserves it.

"Do I look like a stupid little whore?!"

By now the entire Hall was staring at us, Sirius still looked shocked.

"You're such an asshole! You disgust me Black, you makeme sick!"

Fucking little prick-he's almost worse than Malfoy! Grrrr!

I slammed the Hall door as hard as I could after me and leaned against the wall breathing heavily. How dare he! What's wrong with him!? He's not the Siri I know.

"This story is about the friend I had in 7th year that you remind me so much of."

"I remind you of a friend?"

"Yes, she was one of my best friends in my 7th year, even if she only stayed at Hogwarts for a month. Her name was Mya."

"Mya?"

"Uh huh, Mya."

"My grandmother used to call me her 'Little Mya'"

"Well this Mya was my best friend, even if only for a short while, I trusted her, and with a family like mine the only people you trust are your best friends. She came to Hogwarts when I was 17. She and Lily were the only girls I could sit down and have a conversation with them that didn't have any sexual innuendos. See, sadly, my wonderful charms didn't work on either of them."

I let out a short laugh.

"One night, about a month after she had come to the school I went up to my dorm room and found a note on my bed. It was from Mya and it said that she had to leave but that I should look for someone like her in a few years and that when she came back and I saw her, she would tell me everything."

"I still have the note," he added as an afterthought.

"Did you ever see her again?"

"Uh huh, but she doesn't know me yet."

"That makes no sense."

"It will, in time."

"Great, another cryptic adult." I muttered back sarcastically. He chuckled softly before responding.

"You've seen her too."

"Really?" This came as a shock to me; I could've sworn that I had never met someone named Mya, well, someone that I could remember anyways. "When?"

"Oh, quite a while back actually." Oh, maybe that was why I couldn't remember her.

"You should meet her again in about a year."

"I will?" Another shocking piece of news. How would he know anyways?

"Yup, you will." Okay.

"So, what was she like?"

"She was very pretty, very funny, very smart, and very nice, except the first day she came when she slapped me and yelled at me for trying to feel up her shirt, no girl besides Lily had ever done that to me before."

I smiled a little. "I like her already."

Another short laugh, "I expect you will, you remind me of her a lot."

"Promise something?"

"What?" he asked.

"That you won't try to feel up my shirt."

Oh god, I had forgotten, of course, I'm that Mya. Everything he told me is going to happen to me. I don't know whether I should laugh or cry.