CHAPTER. 11
"So, what do you think Remus?" Sirius asked excitedly. For once, it seems he's not going to get bored for a while.
Remus was quite as they walked through the secret passages.
"I mean, it is logical that she knows about the Animagus' thing, right?" James said, feeling a little nervous about that.
"Yeah, but how would she know? You're not going to be able to tell them-no offence mate- and she didn't mention anything about us" Sirius gestured towards him and Remus. "or Peter. So maybe she doesn't even know us."
"Why call Peter a Rat then?"
"Well, he does look a little-"
James smacked him upside the head. "Not cool mate."
"Oh, fine fine. How should I know? She's a girl, maybe she was on her period?!"
They all had grossed out looks on their faces.
"How can you be so sexist?" Remus asked.
Sirius smirked. "I have no idea what sexist means, but it has the word sex in it so I'm all for it…"
"It's not a good thing you dolt!"
"Alright, just-stop talking Sirius."
Sirius pouted, but did as Remus said.
"Look, I'm not saying I'm right, but-"
"You probably are. Go on." James said.
Remus frowned but didn't disagree.
"It's possible she doesn't know about me, and Sirius in the future, and that calling Peter a rat really was a play with words. Thought with how she reacted to seeing Peter it's certain she either knows him, or knows of him in the future."
Sirius and James nodded, trying to keep up with Remus. They were already half way to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"But we can't rule out the possibility that she does know about you guys being Animagi. Also, I think the most probable thing is that she does at least know of us, and that she's just keeping it secret." He looked worried.
"So…basically, it's possible she knows our secret, your secret Moony, and all of our futures, but she just isn't telling us?" James said, thinking about it.
"WHAT! That's terrible! We have to do something!" Sirius blew up.
"You know, we said we'd be with her all day but when we asked Alice she said Roxanne was already gone when she woke up." Remus said, frowning.
"So she's hiding from us?" Sirius asked, instantly paranoid.
"No, but maybe something else was up." Remus looked thoughtful at his own suggestion.
"Hey, maybe she went to talk to Dumbledore? He is the only one who can take her back to her-er home." James said, as they joined the rest of the students, near the Great Hall.
"I'll bet that's it! She went to talk with Dumbledore!" Sirius exclaimed, looking at the both of them like he just solved a great mystery.
"But how can we know? Should we go back to the dorms and take out the map..?"
Sirius smirked. "When we're so close to breakfast?! Don't be a ridiculous furry little pink problem Moony!"
Remus glared at him.
"besides, Jamie here is the one who made the suggestion, not to mention Dumbledore's office is closer than our dorms at this point, so-"
Poor James should've been prepared for it, but he really wasn't. Would anyone?
Sirius grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him to the hallway to their right, which leads to the Headmaster's office.
"OWWW! Padfoot I'm going to KIIL you!""
Sirius dragged a shocked looking Remus into the Great Hall, smiling and calling out "Breakfast!"
They sat in two empty seats and Sirius dug in.
Remus looked at him for a moment, then just sighed and started eating himself.
"Black, do you have any manners?"
They looked up. Lily Evans sat next to them.
"Good Morning Lily."
"Yes Evans, I do. I simply choose not to show them!" Sirius said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Haa, I see. Like how you choose not to show any signs of intelligence during all classes but transfiguration?"
Sirius swallowed his mouthful of food and said "Wait what did you say? Transfiguration? Isn't that the class she's most terrible at Remus? Since your brain is so clearly above mine Evans, remind me who got last place in the entire year on transfiguration in fifth year?"
Lily started eating herself, ignoring Sirius' question.
He just smirked and went back to ravaging his plate.
Remus shook his head at them fondly.
"So, where were you guys yesterday? You know, during the attack."
Without missing a beat Remus said "we were in Professor Dumbledore's office, he gave us detention. That's where we met Roxanne."
First rule of being a Marauder, be able to lie perfectly, using pieces of the truth with it.
"You got detention again? What happened?" Lily asked.
"Oh the usual," Remus answered; no one expected Sirius to join the conversation while there was still food on the table.
"Sirius barged into McGonagall's chamber; she was so surprised the parchment she was holding got caught on fire from a candle on her desk. She took her wand out to use the spell Aguamenti but Peter beat her to it and instead somehow managed to light her entire desk on fire.
she jumped up from it and started yelling at them and told Peter she's going to take his wand from him permanently, so he got scared and again tried to use Aguamenti, on her desk-."
Lily winced. "Never mind, I heard enough."
This time he was going to kill Padfoot. He really was.
James still couldn't believe he was thrown by him across a bloody hallway.
Thank Merlin by some miracle he was Head Boy so he knew the password to the Gargoyle's statue.
The office was empty, neither Roxanne nor Dumbledore were inside. Maybe if he waited, one of them will show up.
James stood in the empty office for about ten minutes before he was bored- he tried occupying himself with the little objects on the Headmaster's desk, but he's been here so many times already, it was an old sight for him.
He decided to leave and come back later. He opened the door and walked through, about to close it when he heard noises.
He froze as he recognized Dumbledore's voice.
The door was all but closed except about five inches, he could even see them a little- they came from the second room in Dumbledore's office. Maybe he could come in again?
"An attack, on Hogwarts!"
Minerva's voice. They're busy, he'd better leave then, they wouldn't appreciate being interrupted.
"It was very foolish of You-Know-Who." The professor McGonagall said briskly. "After all this time planning his invasion to Hogwarts, to send in a few of his little Deatheaters and think it will work?" she looked pride wounded. "He has greatly underestimated us."
Interested, James stopped and listened.
"it is not a matter of underestimating us. I believe he was simply trying something… seeing if It really works." Dumbledore was leaning back in his chair, looking thoughtful.
"What do you mean?"
James leaned closer to the door.
"The wards have not been broken." He said quietly.
McGonagall looked at him, a little fearful.
"At first I thought they were because of the explosion, but they were perfectly whole when I checked them. I suspect that was the explosions' purpose"
She gasped. "Albus… What are you saying?"
He was looking tired. He closed his eyes. "They entered from within the school. Perhaps a student…maybe by mistake let slip the location of a secret way into the castle." Dumbledore was looking doubtful with himself when he said 'By mistake.'
Professor McGonagall's features showed stern lines of anger. "We have a traitor amongst us?"
James heard enough; he walked away, careful not to make any noise.
Time.
Such an unmeasurable existence in our universe.
The word 'Timeline' itself, is perhaps incorrect. If only one could shift himself from one point of time to another, the mere definition would clear up.
Many great studies and researches were dedicated for that soul purpose, but the only visible progress that was done in this field was by the department of mysteries; they have successfully created a time turner that allows the user to go back in time in the max limit of several hours.
We stand with hope that someday, someone, will complete the study for us, the curies minds who took interest in such a mind riddling subject, and come back in time to us, telling us their great secrets-
'Keep dreaming you arse. This book is useless, bullocks level..' Roxanne thought, throwing the book behind her shoulder and picking up another one.
She yawned. She didn't know what time it was but the sun has been up since forever and she was dead hungry.
She sighed and started reading.
The theory of time travel.
'Hmm, looks promising.'
Theorizing time travel is a mere ponder for the thoughts.
True time travel has yet to be experienced yet. The travel of several hours back in time does not add in the count. It is known, amongst those of us who do the math and the calculations properly, that the subject of several hours' time travel and several-for example- years' time travel
Roxanne's mind was immediately focused, and she sat straighter in her seat.
- are two different titles of themselves.
To try and explain why several hours' time travel was proved to be successful, and yet several years' time travel was not, we must first teach you the great angst your body goes through each time he must move against the most natural force of the universe; Time.
Going back in time for several hours has been studied profoundly; if one goes back a few times then he experiences physical discomforts. For example- he is tired. In more need of sleep then a person who did not time travel several hours back in time during his day.
When you go back in time one hour, you basically push your body back in the timeline against its will. Not only that, but you have to live another whole hour of your day. Both of which cause fatigue.
However, you cannot do that for a several years' time travel because that would mean the traveler would have to A. be pushed back against the timeline's will several years-which is highly likely to kill the time traveler- and B. will have to re-live those several years until he is back to his original point in the timeline (there is a strong possibility that may kill the time traveler as well).
So to successfully time travel several years, one would have to simply find a way to take himself away from his timeline point, and transfer himself to the point desired. With that logic he will also be able to go to the future and return to his original time (although the time he will spent in the other points in time will be considered off his own personal time and so if the time traveler spends three years in either past or future when he tries to return to his original timeline point he will find himself retuning three years from the point of which he left, being three years older).
This though has been the must problematic issue in long term time travel; the human body must be taken apart into a million pieces and only then to be transferred to the timeline point desired. The theory is that time will not only break the body, but also repair it to its original state once it was transferred. No volunteers rose to try this theory.
Crap. Crap, crap, crap.
'Stupid time travel! Why me?!'
...
'No volunteers… of course there are no volunteers! Who will willingly let his body be torn into a bloody million pieces?'
There was only one more paragraph in the book.
If the theory that such a feat will not kill the time traveler is found correct, the human body will still be in great pains from the experience. Such a thing shall be repeated each time he travels through several years' time travel, and the pain may change its form and shape each time anew.
-END CH 11.