A\N: Hey dudes! so about the conversation between the Marauders in the notebook, here is the index-
Sirius
James
And Remus
Also, disclaimer- not mine!(Well Alex Jorden is mine, but all the other names and stuff is obviously J. K. Rowling's).
Enjoy and sorry for the wait!
CHAPTER 12
Roxanne walked quickly while stretching her arms and legs, desperately ignoring her growling stomach. She didn't eat anything since yesterday morning- this is as long as she ever went without food!
She's really hungry, but it isn't the time for food; she needs to talk with Albus Dumbledore.
She must have read at least twenty books about time travel, time theories, and just time in general.
She must have started reading around five AM, but seeing the empty halls she figured the first classes started already, so it's already past nine.
She walked slowly, sleepily, listening to her footsteps echo in the hallways.
She reached the gargoyle's statue, and cursed. She has no idea what the password is.
Erm… Dumbledore…What does she know of him?
What could be his password?
"Albus Dumbledore?" she tried.
Nothing. Well, at least he's not full of himself.
"Err- what was his brother's name? Oh yeah, Aberforth?"
Still nothing.
Damn, what else?
"Erm- oh! What about-" she looked around, making sure she was alone, and whispered "The order of the Phoenix?"
The Gargoyle didn't move.
"Oh bloody hell! Come on my patience is dying here! The elder wand? The-Boy-Who- oh right, not born yet. The deathly hallows? Damn! Dumbledore, Dumbledore, what else?!"
She fell silent for a moment, thinking. She remembered a story Uncle Harry once told her.
"Woolen socks?"
Again nothing.
"What did Al tell me once? He liked Muggle candies… er Mars bars?"
Nothing. Her shoulders fell.
"Lemon drops?" she asked, desperate.
"That was indeed the password, but it got changed three days ago." A voice behind her spoke.
Roxanne's heart stopped for a moment, she jumped back, taking her wand out quickly and found herself pointing it for the second time in two days at Dumbledore.
"How is this possible I made sure I was alone?!"
"You know quite a bit about me." He ignored her question and gave her a cold look.
"You were invisible, why? Were you spying on me?!"
"I heard a voice I did not recognize call out my brother's name, thought it best to hide myself until I had a better grasp on the situation." He said calmly. He started circling around her. "You see, not many people know of my dear brother, Aberforth. You have also mentioned several things that I most certainly did not expect you to have any knowledge of." His blue eyes scanned hers, and she could fell his mind trying to slightly force his way inside hers. She put all of her defenses, but it was difficult- he was like no other Legilimens she ever practiced with, or like the few reporters who tried entering her mind feebly to get gossip about her family. Unlike yesterday, this time was a lot more serious.
He was strong, so much more then herself.
She closed her eyes and concentrated all of her mind, 100 percent of her focus, on her shield. Like she was taught.
Don't be afraid, he can't reach inside of your shield. He can't breach through. Protect your own mind. This is your privacy. Protect it!
"HAA!" she fell on her knees and she was panting hard, sweat on her forehead.
She got ready for a second attack, but one didn't come.
"I apologize. I should not have done that, it was unkind. But I must say you resisted fantastically. You seem more talented then I first thought; it's been a long time since there was someone who could stand against my Legilimency like that."
He offered her his hand, and she saw a twinkle in his eyes.
She got up on her own.
"You may say I was taken aback by your… extended knowledge. Please, it is not safe here. Let us speak in my office. Strawberry jam!"
The Gargoyle opened, and the staircase that leads to his office showed itself to Roxanne.
He took the lead. Roxanne stared at his back, turn between the yearning to hex him and needing him to go back to her time.
She sighed with defeat, knowing she had no other choice and followed him.
Strawberry Jam? How in the name of Merlin's bonkers was she supposed to guess that?!
They sat in the Headmaster's office for a while, Roxanne told him everything about the pain she felt, and all she read. She could see he was more interested in questioning her on her 'extended knowledge' about him, and what happened outside, but she wasn't. Questions aren't something she likes. Though eager to continue, he still paid great attention to what she was saying.
After she finished he looked at her for a moment, silently examining her.
"I see." He said.
"Sir," Roxanne inwardly winced, albeit unwilling to speak politely to him after he attacked her mind. "is it possible? Could I have been taken from my point in the timeline to here?"
Dumbledore pursed his lips. "I think it is safe to assume so." He allowed.
"But how?! What kind of accident is this-!"
"I believe at this point its clear, Miss Weasley, that your arrival here is no accident."
Roxanne blinked at him. "Someone send me here?"
Dumbledore nodded. He rose from his seat and walked over to one of the portraits on the wall. "Everard."
A wizard with black hair responded. "Yes sir?"
"Please go to your other portrait and ask on my part to have one of the Unspeakables look for an interruption in the timeline at the Department of Mysteries."
"Of course!" the wizard left his frame, but didn't reappear in the one next to it.
"Everard has a portrait in the Ministry of magic." He explained. "He is likely to have useful information for us, if he is successful."
He set back in his seat behind the desk and placed both his hands under his head lightly.
"But who will want me here, why would they want me here?"
"I cannot answer that, but you are from the future, and the length of your knowledge is even greater then I had originally thought." He send her a curies look. "We are at war, and I believe that if word got out that you're here, many will stop at nothing to get information out of you."
They grew quite, until Dumbledore broke the silence again. "And on that note, I and Professor Flitwick, the Charms professor, are trying several things to send you home. Now, I make no promises, but we have found a complicated bit of old magic, that may help. It's complex, involving a potion that will take two days to brow, so I shall not tell you the specifics yet, but we do need some of your substance."
"Excuse me?"
"Per example, a few straps of your hair."
She hesitated.
"Well, I suppose we could use toe nails-"
"Ew! Err no Professor, it's no problem, here." She grabbed a few hairs from the back of her head, that weren't tangled in a dreadlock, and took them out.
She handed it to him.
"Good, Good. That's done with then."
"Can you send me home with this?"
"Hopefully. Now, please take great care with who you share your secret, as you may be in danger. Mr. Pettigrew has been obliviated and I warned his friends not to reveal anything, for however long you're staying here. "
Roxanne nodded, understanding what he said; she didn't wish Voldemort torturing her for information about the future.
"So with this I suggest we move on to our second order of business. I would like to ask you a few questions about what you know-"
"I'll answer them, but you can't look them in my mind." She said, coldly.
"How will I trust you will speak truthfully?"
Roxanne thought about it, and then sighed. "I'll let you look enough to tell whether I'm telling the truth or not, but that's it!"
Dumbledore considered it and nodded. "That sounds reasonable. So, I will start by order if you have no objections. How do you know my brother's name?"
Roxanne shrugged. "He was a member of the Order wasn't he? In the final battle it was a passage through his Hog's head Inn that led the younger students to safety."
"My brother was always admirable. Thank you for your honesty. You have explained about the order before, during your addicting tale of the future, and you have insinuated about knowledge of my wand…you thought the elder wand was my password, may I ask you why?"
Roxanne avoided his eyes. Now what?
"You also mentioned the Deathly Hallows." He added, as an afterthought.
She winced, that was kinda stupid to do.
"You promised me honest answers."
"Fine, I mentioned the elder wand because we both know you own it, and also the Deathly Hallows played a big part in the war."
Dumbledore must have guessed she was leaving something out, because he kept looking at her to continue.
"You don't want to know." She said, with finality. She preferred sparing him the knowledge of his entire life being known by all after his death, thanks to one Rita Skeeter.
"I suppose I will need to take your word on it. Now, many know I like Muggle candies, but I shared my affection of Woolen socks with only a select few. I'm entreated to know how you found out."
Roxanne smirked. "Well your portrait selected a few more people to that secret. Your portrait-self told me once, when I was in this office in my own time."
"Haa I see." He had a twinkle in his eyes. "I had not considered that possibility. May I ask who the head of the school is in your time?"
"Headmistress McGonagall."
Dumbledore smiled, looking content. "Unless you have more questions, I believe that is all."
"Headmaster!" Everard was back.
"What news do you carry?"
"I asked, they're doing the check, they said they shall send you an owl once it's done."
"Very well, thank you."
"One more thing sir, the book 'Theory of Time Travel' hinted…" Roxanne said.
He nodded gravely, the light atmosphere disappearing instantly. "Yes. When we manage to send you back to your time, you will experience the aftermath, like you had this morning. Also… there is a chance it will go beyond that."
Roxanne swallowed. "What do you mean sir?"
"If you go back to your own time, there is a very real possibility that you will die."
Damn! It was a good idea to bring our four ways notebooks to class! Man History of Magic is a bore.
Damn straight! And might I add that coming up with such a fantastic idea shall grant the awesome guy a life time of worshiping from his fellow-
Flirt with yourself when you're alone Prongs.
It's good you brought the notebooks Padfoot, but it would've been better to bring the MAP.
Oh come on Moony! It's not like I was the only one who forgot it, we all did!
True, guess we can't really blame you.
Of course we can! We can always blame him! Stop confusing us with your logic Moony!
Oi!
Err, Prongs are you alright? You've been kinda off since you came back from Dumbledore's office.
Yes I'm alright! What's with all the bleeding questions!
Oooooooooooooooooooooooookay then.
Well, emm… it's fine. We'll just have to wait for lunch to find Roxanne, since we left the map in the dormitories.
Peachy, maybe we'll finally have some answers.
In the name of Merlin's pants, how long are we going to have to stick to this woman?
Yeah, Padfoot this 'woman' is our age, and until she can go back home, we're stuck with her, like she's stuck with us.
With her around we can't do anything! Or she might find out all our confidential information!
Says the guy who still goes around school every month yelling "Ready for the big night Moony?!"
Also, 'confidential information'? are you a muggle spy?
No, but thanks for the career idea! If she hadn't disowned me already I would've sent dear sweet mother a letter saying I'm going to be a Muggle spy!
I think any job with the word Muggle in it will do the trick.
I don't doubt that, she became depressingly predictable. I used to have to really try to get her all riled up.
Yes I remember. You have weird hobbies. Also, that particular hobby cost me a lot of headaches from the terrible sound of all the Howlers she sent you.
Your mother has a lovely voice (not).
Like a darling, bitchy, hungry, fluffy, Grindylow with the voice of a banshee.
Prongs you brooding over something, why so damn snarky? Hey! I just got the best prank idea ever for lunch! But we have to be quick-!
Can't, we need to find Roxanne, remember?
Grown.
Would you stop bloody WHINING Sirius!
What is UP with you man?
Nothing, just… nothing, alright?
Yeah, right.
If you say so.
-END CH.12-
