A/N: This is from Hermione's point of view.

Trust the marauders? I watch as Fred seems to decide to do so but I've never been able to trust people easily. It's why I hid behind a bookworm persona for so long, I didn't want people to see the real. I didn't trust people to not use it against me. Now it's come back to trust. A five letter word that could lead to someone's undoing. James and Lily Potter is a perfect example.

"Hermione, we don't have to tell them everything. We just need to satisfy their curiosity." Fred whispers to me. Damn necklaces! I forgot I had it on. But Fred's right, we need to tell them something or they won't believe us when we tell them where we're really from. We need allies in the Order so we can find out what they're doing. We also need to make sure that they're not onto what we're doing. They wouldn't agree with our methods.

"Fine." I mutter. Leaning back into him I feel like everything could turn out for the best, after all we still have each other. Feeling his arms wrap around my waist, I turn around slightly so my back is to his chest and look across the room to the Marauders. Our newest allies. They're all standing together talking in hushed voices and it reminds me of how Harry, Ron and I used to be like. After any attacks or sightings we would huddle together and try to comfort each other the best we could. Hearing their soft chuckles brakes me out of my thoughts and I look them over once more. They're not like Harry, Ron and I that much - they can still laugh.

Moving my eyes around the room they pass over Verse and George, who are still conversing quietly. It's as if no one wants to be loud after what just happened in case they set someone else off. But a bang from the left side of the room has me pointing my wand there immediately. But what I see makes me pause. Bumbledore is trapped in a blue bubble with ropes lying by his feet. His face is currently going through all the colours of the rainbow and snickering from behind me lets me know who's the culprit. Giving a disapproving look over my shoulder I soundproof the bubble and make it like a one way mirror. We'll be able to see what he's doing but he won't be able to see anything outside his bubble.

Walking up to the marauders with Fred still behind me I decide that we should explain as soon as possible. So I tell them we're from the future, that we lost the war and that Verse is the embodiment of the universe. At the end they're just looking at us as if we're mad so I ask if they need proof. When they say that they do, I pull my beaded bag out of my pocket and pull Harry's pensive out of it. Putting it on the table George conjures I'm about to retrieve the memory when Fred's wand appears over my shoulder and drops the memory in the pensive.

After all the marauders went in together the rest of us follow. We come out into the memory of Sirius dying in Fifth Year. Watching it again is hard but I've come to accept that it's happened. Then we move on to Remus and Peter's deaths and James' gravestone. I'm grateful to Fred for blurring Lily's gravestone. Finally we're pulled out of the pensive after a few more deaths of people they know and they all look scared. Fred tells them to go back to their dormitory and sort through this on their own. And George reminds them not to tell anyone or they would have to lose their memories.

After they leave we all turn to the bubble holding Bumbledore. Inside it I see him holding his wand, as if preparing for a fight. Sighing I feel Fred and George coming to both of my sides and watch as Verse steps forward to undo the bubble. This is it, we're going to see if this Bumbledore is as bad as our one. Sighing once more I flick my wrist and feel my wand land in my waiting hand; if Bumbledore wants a fight, he'll get one.