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That's what happened so far:
"Hermione!"
"Draco!"
"Why did you just storm off like that and went to the headmaster's office for half an hour? Is there anything I don't know?"
On with the story:
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"No, no, there isn't anything." Hermione looked at something far away. Everything was far too complicated. She was pregnant, engaged, almost married, in love with someone who wasn't even alive anymore, she was in a different time-zone and had different friends. She sighed. "You know that fall… changed everything… I DO feel different." Hermione sighed again.
"Don't worry. You'll be back to normal soon." Draco smirked and kissed her passionately. She was about to push Draco off her, when she remembered, he was her almost-husband. She had to think about Tom continuously. It just was not fair. Now she knew there was a possibility, she wasn't so sure anymore.
Well, she had her friends here, her family and her LIFE.
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"No, no, she shouldn't go back." Dumbledore said to the portrait of Dippet. "But there is a connection." "She would mess everything up. I am glad that everything turned out like that." "She would not. Only very small things. Believe me, Dumbledore, this girl would be happier." "So? You know I don't believe in time-travel." "You were the one who invented it, Albus. Be reasonable." "I am. That's why I am saying, she is not yet to return!" "What do you mean – not yet?" "Later, later." and with that Dumbledore sat back in his chair, smiling at the portrait of Dippet.
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"Mum, Dad…" Hermione knocked at their front door furiously. An elderly woman in a dressing gown opened the door. "Grandma!" Hermione said in shock. "Hermione… what are you doing here?" she said hugging her granddaughter tightly. "I was wondering how you are…" she said timidly, stepping into the house. "Come in come in… How did you come anyway?" her grandfather said hugging her as well. "I disapparated." Hermione explained with a grin.
"Well, sit down, would you care for a cup of tea?" her grandmother asked and Hermione nodded. "Yes, please, that would be great."
"So where are my parents?" she asked smiling slightly. "Oh." "Oh." "What Oh?" Hermione looked at her grandparents in shook. "Didn't Dumbledore tell you?" her grandmother asked looking sad. "No… why… what happened?" Hermione was completely thrown. "They are in Russia. They are in Siberia… together with other wizards." her grandpa said quietly. "What do you mean?" Hermione was shocked.
"They were captured by English Muggles. Who want information about wizards." her grandpa said shaking his head. "And he and your mother were sent to Siberia. To a place with Russian wizards. They are actually quite fine over there. They might not come back in a while." Her grandmother said evently. Hermione swallowed. "You sure, they are okay?" she said trembling. "Yes, I am." and her grandmother smiled at her reassuringly.
"So, how has your life been so far at Hogwarts?" her grandfather asked, sitting down at the table, opposite Hermione. "Well, actually I fell down from the roof of a Greenhouse." Hermione said blushing furiously, looking downwards. "Really? No, you didn't!" her granddad laughed.
"And did you get hurt?" her grandmother asked concernedly from the kitchen. "Well yes." Hermione said, looking towards her mother. "How so?" her grandma was surprised. "I woke up in hospital wing… but fortunately I was only out for a short time." Hermione said and her grandma clapped a hand to her mouth in horror.
"Look, I am really fine. Just sit down. There is something I need to discuss with you." Hermione said impatiently. Her grandmother sat down next to her obediently. "What would you like to discuss with us, sweetheart?" her grandpa was clutching his cup in both hands. "Is it about the marriage with Draco?" her grandma looked at her incredulously. "Well… I don't know… part of it." Hermione shivered.
Hermione held onto the table. She was scared and she didn't know, if she really did want to do it. "Look, it is difficult to explain. It might take a while. And you will not understand it completely, since not even I do. However, there is something about that fall." "You got seriously injured. " "Grandma, grandpa, I had travelled into the past – into the year 40s…" and with that a long afternoon had begun.
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Her grandparents were well –informed. But far from happy. They didn't want Hermione to go. But they wanted her to be happy. "Will we ever see you again, if you decide to go back?" her grandmother asked. Hermione shook her head. "Probably not. Come on, give me a hug – I wish you all the best."
Then the good-byes were said.
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"Professor, why didn't you tell me about my parents?" Hermione said angrily. "Because I didn't want you to experience such a shock." "But I need to see them before … well before… I finish my exams." Hermione was shaking. "I want to see my parents too." Draco and Blaise both said stubbornly. They had heard as well that their parents were captured.
"Well okay, you are over age." Dumbledore sighed and pulled out a piece of parchment. "If you don't speak Russian, then I think you should … wait a moment." Dumbledore said muttering a few spells.
Hermione looked at the two boys who seemed to look a bit different. Their eyes were bluer and colder. They looked a bit broader. They looked a bit like… Dima. They looked Russian. By the looks of Draco's and Blaise's face, Hermione must look Russian too.
She felt her hair. It was a bit longer and her cheekbones were even higher. Hermione was surprised. Did they have to change like that? "Very well. Do you understand me?" Dumbledore asked. "Da." Draco said deeply and everyone looked at him astonished. "Listen. When you speak with the Russians, you will speak Russian. When you speak with your parents, you have to reverse the spell by saying: "Abroda!" Hermione nodded. And to speak and understand Russian AND English, you have to say: "Adacta."
"I think, I KNOW where your parents really are. Look, this is the address, don't lose it. Oh and you might want to take an extra jacket." Dumbledore waved his wand and the three stood there in Muggle clothes, sweating.
"You can disapparate outside the Hogwarts gates. Good luck." "Spasiba!" Hermione said hoarsely and Draco and Blaise just nodded.
When they were outside the gates, they spoke Russian – as if they had never spoken English before. "Davay poidyem." Draco said urgently, taking both Blaise's and Hermione's hand.
In a swish of the wind, they were gone.
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When they could breathe again, they arrived in a small lane, cold and snowy. Translated from Russian to English:
"Is is here?" Hermione asked half-hoping they were wrong. "It should be." Blaise said furrowing his eyebrows. "Hmm, I wonder where they are. They are muggles, shouldn't be hard to find." Draco said coldly. "Well, we ARE muggles as well. Don't forget." Hermione said shrillier than she intended to.
They walked a few feet and then saw it. There were several wooden houses, next to each other, that all looked the same. It looked like a small village. It WAS a small village. "Should we enter?" Blaise asked in a raspy voice. "Yes, I think so." Draco said barely audible.
It was no problem. No guard was there, waiting for them. So they just entered.
"Sdrawsdwuitje." a harsh voice said and Draco jumped. "I am here to see the Grangers, Malfoys and the Zabinis." Hermione said in perfect Russian. The girl raised an eyebrow but ushered the forwards.
"The Grangers are here, the Malfoys next to them and Zabini's over there." the girl said and departed. "Why am I so far away…?" Blaise was confused. "See you later, mate." Draco grinned and waved at him. Blaise stuck out his tongue but turned around to leave.
"Blaise?" Hermione called out. "Da?" "Don't forget – you know what!" she said. Blaise nodded yes and departed. "We have to say that spell too." Draco said. "But not in front of those people." Hermione said indignantly, pointing secretly at those people around. "So you think we just go in, talking Russian?" Draco said shaking his head.
"We have to, I guess." Hermione said without hesitation.
Hermione and Draco entered the first hut, hand in hand. "Mamochka?" Hermione called out. "Great." her mother said. And she looked at Hermione and Draco, not really recognising them. "Who is it?" she asked wearily. Hermione shook her head and removed the spell off her and Draco. "It is YOU?" her mother screeched hugging them both.
"Dad!" Hermione said in clear English, hugging her father as well. "Wow… how come you made it?" her father was surprised. "Dumbledore's idea. He disguised us as Russians." Hermione grinned. "That's a clever idea. So in order to free you, we just have to perform this spell!" Hermione beamed.
"That's great. I can't wait." her mother grinned.
"Are you treated badly?" Hermione asked in a low voice. "No, actually not at all. Your father has found work in the town. He works as a dentist as well." her mother laughed. "Really? So why did they bring you here?" Draco wondered. "To find something out about wizards. And to question us. But we didn't say anything. So we were allowed to go back – but we couldn't. Because we weren't Russians, so we were kind of stuck here and the only thing the Malfoys could do was to disapparate with us WITHIN Russia. And so we came here. And the Malfoy's and Zabini's obviously didn't know the spell…" her father said.
"Hmm, so, it is not bad here?" "No, Vladivostok is a nice place."
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"We are in Vladivostok, Draco." Hermione said shivering. "So?" "So?? You know where that is?" "In Russia?" "At the end of NOWHERE!" Hermione practically yelled.
"Relax. We could just grab our parents and go away. Yes, really clever, that we've got the spell to get away." Hermione said a bit softer. "Look, we can manage. Let's visit my parents." Draco put his arm around Hermione and they walked to the next house. Draco knocked stiffly. His fingers were frozen again. Hermione shivered beside him, holding his hand.
"Draco darling. Hermione." Narcissa said happily, hugging them both. "Son. Hermione." Lucius said surprised, hugging them too, welcoming them inside the warmth. "Coming to save us?" Lucius asked doubtfully. "Yes." Hermione said happily.
"How?" Narcissa asked dumbfounded. "Dumbledore told us a spell that disguises us as Russians." Hermione said simply. "That is a wonderful idea." Lucius beamed.
"Let's pack our things then. I can't wait to go back to Britain and the mild weather there – it is far too cold here." Narcissa said pouting. "It is." Hermione agreed. "Okay, how does that spell go?" Lucius asked looking from Draco to Hermione who both paled.
"Draco? Do you remember?" Hermione asked flustered. "I… I don't remember." Draco said quietly, looking down. "Think think hard, what did Dumbledore say?" Hermione asked desperately. "Concentrate concentrate concentrate… ah, it just wouldn't come." Draco said close to tears now.
"You are kidding, right? You turn up with the most brilliant plan ever heard of and now you say, you've forgotten the spell?? Especially YOU, Hermione?" Lucius growled.
Hermione and Draco looked at each other, shocked. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't be happening.
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It was night. Hermione was lying next to Draco. Both of them couldn't sleep, but pretended to be asleep. Both were trapped and didn't know how to get back. They wanted to go back. Especially Hermione wanted to go back to another time period. But she couldn't from Russia, could she?
Draco wanted to go back. To his Slytherin-friends, finish his education… he was desperate. He wanted to get married to the girl next to him…
Finally Hermione drifted off to sleep.
"Hermione where are you? I thought you wanted to come back?"
"I am trapped. I am in Vladivostok."
"What are you doing in Russia?"
"I wanted to see my parents!"
"How will we meet up?"
"How will we meet up? I don't know. First of all, I have to find a way to get back to England. I am stuck here in the middle of a freezing taiga." Hermione exclaimed.
"Dumbledore will notice that you are gone."
"Hmm, but can he get us back? I doubt it." Hermione sighed.
"Maybe. Just don't lose your touch."
"No, I won't. As soon as I can, I will come to see you." Hermione said her voice soft.
"Can't wait."
"Who are you talking to?" Malfoy asked sleepily, next to her. "Oh, I just … dreamed something." Hermione smiled at him. "Go back to sleep then, sweetheart." Draco said, hugging her tighter.