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Wow its been a long time. Hope y'all are still there. This chapter is opening a door that will lead to the end of this story. The end is near. Very near. Like I think within ten chapters. Fifteen, max. Probably more like ten. Or five. I don't know yet. I just know that this story is coming to a end.
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"It's bloody cold out here," Sirius complained. "And we are stuck in a godforsaken hut. In Hogsmeade. Why are we here again?" He was flopped across one of the torn couches, mauled by Remus in the midst of his transformations.
James smacked him upside the head. "Aren't you glad we are going to see Harry and Hermione again? Or at least Hermione?" The tall chaser was pacing nervously, hair a mess, eyes darting behind his glasses.
"What time is it?" Peter asked, yawning. "I'm sure it is an ungodly hour of the morning."
"Will you stop whining?" snapped Adelynne. "It is almost one o'clock. And Harry and Hermione should have been back by now." She glared at the boys, who glanced at one another and shrugged.
"Just dispelling the nervous tension," Sirius quipped, to break the silence.
The tall girl just gave him another death glare. "Be quiet, please, Sirius."
The group sat in silence for a few more moments, Lily winding a lock of fiery hair around her finger over and over, Sirius restlessly drumming his fingers across the arm of his chair, James pacing the room.
Remus, still pale and drawn in the wake of the full moon, checked the time again, then shook his head. "It's one fifteen. If they were going to be here-"
"They would be here," Harry finished for him, holding the door for Hermione to enter before stepping into the dilapidated room. Both were clad in only a simple pair of jeans and a sweater, and were carrying the equipment in their bags. The worn beaded purse was on Hermione's arm, and Harry held a small backpack.
"Hermione!" Addie shouted, running at the smaller girl and hugging her tightly. "Welcome back!"
Laughing, Hermione squeezed the girl in return. "Thanks, Adelynne." Blushing slightly, the beautiful girl stepped back, allowing Hermione to receive a warm hug from Lily.
The two girls clung to each other, Hermione taking comfort in the unassuming friendship offered by Lily, and Lily in turn reassuring herself that Hermione was safe and whole.
A shout awoke them to the commotion going on between the boys, who had gotten past the stage of awkward greetings and were now trying the pound the living daylights out of each other.
"Boys," Hermione muttered, shaking her head. "Do I get a hello?" she asked in a falsely cross tone.
Sirius was the first to step away from Harry. He gave Hermione a big hug, just adhering to the levels of propriety. "It's good to have you back, Hermione."
James was next, mussing her curls and giving her a kiss on the cheek, and he was followed by Remus, then Peter. Harry, meanwhile, was getting a tight hug from his mother, and a shy hug from the young girl he had helped rescue.
When all the greetings were finished, Harry put an arm around Hermione, and she leaned into him, both relatively unconscious of the gestures. They had grown closer in the time they had spent together, and while it had not been unexpected for the two of them to communicate non-verbally, it had been something comment worthy.
Lily watched the two of them, head tilted and green eyes quick. "Did you get everything you needed to get done, done?" she asked quietly, half aware of the answer.
"Not exactly," Hermione said with a wince. "We need one Horcrux that is at Hogwarts. And we might need access to the Chamber of Secrets, both for a safe place and a source of basilisk venom."
"This is bloody fascinating and all," Sirius called from the back of the room, "But can we start back to the castle? I don't want anyone to catch us for once."
The group agreed, and they started the narrow, cramped path back to the grounds of Hogwarts. Peter was first, as he was to slip out in his Animagus form, check to make sure no one was near, then pause the tree for the rest to exit.
The walk back to Hogwarts was silent, except for a few a few muttered oaths when someone stumbled, or a quick word of thanks when an arm was offered to step over a protruding root. All went as planned: Peter transformed, and with a shrill squeak, froze the Whomping Willow to allow the rest of the teens to leave the tunnel.
The quick run to the front doors was easy, as the waning moon still gave them enough light to see by. They quickly checked the Marauder's Map, ducking behind the tapestry that held a secret passage, and making it to Gryffindor Tower without encountering any teachers or prefects.
"Demonstrative," James hissed at the Fat Lady. "Wake up! Demonstrative!" The Fat Lady jerked awake, giving the Head Boy a glare, but swinging forward anyway. They entered, the warm comforting room, startling several busy house elves. Hermione noticed them cleaning a stain, presumably from a spilled bottle of ink. She looked at them, bit her lip, then looked away.
Harry noticed, and grabbed her hand, squeezing it softly. "Do they look happy?" he asked softly. "If you want to, you can ask them, you know."
She shook her head. "I know. I've gotten over it more or less. But it still bothers me a bit to see them working and try and help. I know they aren't mistreated here, but I still want to help them." She laughed lightly. "They would be insulted if I offered to spell the ink away. And their magic is better anyway. But still-"
Adelynne put an hand on Hermione's arm. "You are right, Hermione. But the house elves here are treated well, and they delight in making sure we live in a clean tower."
Hermione nodded, then kissed Harry's cheek quickly. "I'm alright. No need to get worried, love. She tightened her grip on his hand, the released it, walking toward the entrance to her rooms. She bid everyone goodnight, then gave the password and disappeared into the sitting room she shared with Harry.
Harry sank into the big squishy couch in front of the fire, eyes closed, and face tired. James was the one to ask the hesitant question.
"Is Hermione okay?" Sure, she looked better than ever, finally healthy and not stick thin. But there was a strange look in her eyes, and she once again walked like every step was painful.
Harry's eyes snapped open, and he sat up slowly. "Yes. No. Maybe. A little of both."
"The two of you did something she wasn't comfortable with," Remus guessed, on the mark as usual. "The reason you needed to appear as if you were here."
"James and Lily won't be blamed for it, will they?" asked Sirius, a bit angrily. "They won't-"
"Don't worry," Harry interrupted. "No one is going to find out about this. They might suspect something happened, but they won't know. Not for sure, anyway."
Lily discreetly stepped on Sirius' feet, keeping her face perfectly still as he winced. "Good. It's great to have you back," she said quickly, giving her son a kiss on the cheek, and straightening abruptly. "But I need to go to bed. G'night." She ascended the stairs to the girl's dorm quickly, and was soon followed by Adelynne.
When it was just the boys in the Common Room, James flopped down on the chair across from Harry. "So what did you two do?" The question was serious, and Harry thought tiredly that the expression on his father's face was probably the same on he got when he was talking about important things.
"We gathered the items we needed to find to kill Voldemort," Harry said wearily. "We eliminated a dangerous opponent. We came back. End of story."
The Marauders exchanged looks, then James stood. "So be it," he said with a forced smile. "I'm glad to see your ugly mug again then."
Goodnights were said all around, then Harry entered the suite he shared with his best friend. "Hermione?" he called, turning off the light in the sitting room, and walking into the bedroom. "Mione?"
"I'm in bed already," she replied, and Harry could see a shape in the dark roll over in the bed and turn on one of the bedside lamps. "The shower is open," she said, snuggling back into the blankets. "Hurry, please."
Harry just chuckled, and strode over to where she lay, brown curls spread on the pillow, eyes large and sleepy. He kissed her gently on the lips, and she brought a hand up to cup the side of his face. When he released her soft lips, he kissed her forehead, her nose, her eyelids, then recaptured her lips.
They kissed sweetly for a while, then he pulled back, telling her he loved her and slipping into the shower.
When he jumped back in bed, holding Hermione to his chest, he could feel her grin. "That had to be the fastest shower on record."
He just kissed the top of her head, and shrugged. "I dunno."
Squirming up his body, she kissed him again, letting her hair fall around them. "I love you."
"I love you, too." It was all that needed to be said, and they turned on their sides, Harry holding her lightly, and quickly fell asleep.
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The next morning was languorous, the early morning sunshine streaming in through the window. Harry awoke first, opening sleepy green eyes to the soft light.
Soon alert, he didn't move, remaining almost motionless as he watched Hermione sleep. Her brow was smooth and calm, her breathing steady, her warmth comforting. He loved the way she nestled so closely to him, how they fit together so perfectly. She was so vulnerable when she slept; he could see traces of the Hermione of their third and fourth years in her face.
What would it be like, he wondered, to be able to do this every morning. Or to wake up to her watching me? Or even to be so accustomed to it, we just get up and go about our day? His gaze fell to the ring on her delicate hand, and he felt closer to her than ever before.
Gently caressing the soft skin of her stomach, marred only by the scar from their fifth year, he brought his hands up to cup her breasts, then down again, kissing the side of her neck, nipping lightly as she squirmed against him.
He watched as her eyes sleepily opened, and her full lips slid into a pout. He resisted for barely a second before brushing his lips with his own. The quick kiss made her smile as she rose from the heaviness of slumber, stretching and yawning adorably.
"What time is it?" she asked, more alert. "I hope we didn't miss breakfast."
He smirked at her. "It's only nine." He expertly ducked as she aimed a fist toward him.
"Harry!" she exclaimed. "We only went to bed eight hours ago!" She looked so put out, he had to struggle to hold back a laugh.
"You just said you wanted breakfast!" he teased, then kissed her forehead. "We can go to bed early tonight."
Hermione pouted, but nodded, getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom. "Fine. But you owe me, Mister."
His eyes followed her, and she shivered a bit as they turned a slightly darker shade of green. "I owe you," he promised.
After a quick shower each, they dressed and walked hand in hand into the Common Room. As it was slightly early, most of the early risers were already at breakfast and those who had chosen to sleep in were still in bed. The Common Room was almost empty, save for a few third years in a corner.
They walked to the couch closest to the girl dorms, Harry pulling Hermione into his lap. She had brought a large book with her, and she read while he played with her hair and kissed her neck softly. It was not long before Lily was awake, appearing at the staircase with an impeccable uniform, long red hair pulled into a sleek ponytail.
She waved to them, walking over and plopping down next to Harry. "Morning," she said cheerfully. "Addie will be out in a moment."
Harry and Hermione exchanged glances. "How is she doing?"
"Excellent," Lily said confidently. "She loves learning here. Almost all her professors are impressed with her. The only thing that was making her unhappy was worry for the two of you." Lily frowned slightly, brow wrinkling. "We were all worried about you. You gave us quite a scare."
"We're sorry," Hermione nearly whispered. "But it was important." She leaned back into Harry, taking comfort in the strong arms that were wrapped around her. "Very important."
A pattering of footsteps on the stairs turned their attention toward the girl's dorm. They were not very surprised to see Adelynne bound down the stairs, grinning happily. "Hermione!" It touched Hermione's heart to see the girl so excited to see her, and so she stood and gave the much taller girl a hug.
"How are you doing, dear?" she asked, kissing her cheek. "I'm sorry Harry and I had to leave so quickly."
"I'm okay," Addie replied, eyes flashing for a moment. "Some nightmares and stuff. But I'm learning so much!"
Hermione was slightly shocked to see the exuberant girl who had risen from the dark place she herself had once inhabited; abet for a much shorter time. The woman-child she had met in the midst of Malfoy Manor was gone. This was a more or less normal fifteen year old girl, and as happy as it made Hermione to see her happy, she knew from experience that it probably was not what the girl was really feeling.
"That's great, Adelynne," Hermione said, looking into the liquid eyes of the Italian girl. "We'll talk later, okay? I have something for you anyway."
Loud voices on the stairs alerted the girls and Harry to the impending arrival of more students. From the amount of noise they were making on a Saturday morning, it was no surprise that it was the Marauders.
Morning greetings given all around, they all walked down to breakfast, Harry and Hermione quizzing Lily and James about the last week.
"Did we do anything someone might ask us about?" Hermione whispered. "Any conversations?"
"Not really," Lily replied. "Just the basic, 'Hello, how are you's.' It was clear that you were still feeling under the weather."
"Any important gossip or information we should know?" Harry asked.
James shook his head. "No." He paused then nodded. "Yes. Um, there is a Transfiguration test on Wednesday. And Will needs to talk to Hermione about something."
Lily gaped at her boyfriend. "James!"
"What?" James was eyeing her nervously, well aware of what could happen when Lily Evans had that particular look on her face.
Hands on hips, and eyes narrowed, Lily spat, "You didn't tell me that Will want to speak to Hermione."
Hermione sighed. "It was probably a good thing. No one acted too weird when you said something?" She smiled softly as she deftly steered the conversation away from a budding argument. Even if they loved each other, Lily and James had a rocky start to their relationship.
A quick rendition of what had occurred the time they had been gone was finished by the time they got to breakfast. Harry and Hermione looked at each other and laughed, sliding into their seats.
James sighed. "And the Spook Breakfast Routine returns," he said wincing slightly. "Lily and I couldn't do that. We tried, but..."
"We failed," Lily said bluntly. "Miserably."
"Did you fail miserably in the Great Hall?" asked Harry, worried. If someone had noticed, well, it could be bad.
James shook his head. "We aren't idiots. We tried to practice first."
Breakfast went smoothly, James and Lily being congratulated on their recovery. Alice and Mary were particularly glad to have Lily back, both disliking the tall Italian girl who had recently come to Hogwarts.
But it was sixth year who was part of Amanda's little clique that caught Lily's attention. This girl was tall and white, and had a reputation as a blood purist. She was in Gryffindor though- it wasn't hard to see as she could barge into situations that had nothing to do with her and come out on top. She stopped by their section of the table to see Lily, simpering, giggling, and sending little glares at where Adelynne was eating and joking with Sirius.
"She's as bad as Hermione was when she came," Agnes said snidely. "Always screaming in her sleep. We can hear her from the next room. If she has bad dreams, she should really get some Dreamless Sleep or something.
Lily gaped at the black-haired girl for a moment. "Agnes," she said, a tight calm permeating her voice, "Tell me you didn't just say that."
Hermione was listening with rapt attention, clutching Harry's hand in a painful death grip. She too was fighting down anger.
Agnes quailed under the fierceness of Lily's green eyes. "Lily! She's only fifteen! What does she have to be-"
"Plenty," Hermione said calmly. "Plenty that you don't know about. Somethings you cannot know about. And somethings you may learn about in the hours before your death."
Agnes recoiled, shying from the fury she imagined in Hermione's voice. "Sorry," she said, voice trembling. "It's just-"
"You are a girl," Hermione spat scathingly. "You don't know. Simple as that. Ignorance."
Harry, who had carefully been affecting disinterest, glanced over at Agnes. "Agatha, right?" he asked, and without stopping to let her correct him, continued. "If you don't like the noise, get ear plugs. End of story." He stood, without letting go of Hermione's hand.
"Ready, love?" he asked, ignoring Agnes to all appearances. "I believe we should leave for Transfiguration now if we want to be early."
The rest of the Marauders followed Harry's lead, leaving the table. They dropped Adelynne of at her Charms class, then left for Transfiguration. Hermione let go of Harry, dropping behind to talk to Lily.
"How is she really doing?" Hermione asked in a low voice. "Screaming in her sleep?" She sounded incredulous, and rightly so. It had been less than a hour ago when Lily had told her Addie was fine.
The boys in front of them were paying close attention to the conversation, all the while trying to seem like they were doing anything but. However, Hermione noticed that the volume of their jokes ha decreased, and they all looked like they were concentrating as hard as they could.
Lily blushed in shame. "I didn't want to worry you- or make you feel guilty for leaving-"
"You're right," Hermione admitted. "I would have been worried and guilty. But you should have told me."
"Right, but-" Lily paused, and a hard look glimmered over her features, then disappeared. "Nothing. You're right."
Inquisitive nature taking over, Hermione pushed harder. "But what, Lily?" The tension between the two girls was thick, and Hermione found herself discreetly fingering her wand. The time she had spent alone with Harry, acting like they were in their time, had brought back the fighting instincts that she had allowed herself to push to the back of her mind.
The red-head was still hesitating, and the boys had slowed as well, now obviously listening. Lily gathered her courage, and spoke, saying, "You aren't going to be here forever, Hermione. You are going to go back to your time. Addie is not your responsibility. You can't take her back with you." She was trying be as gentle as possible with the harsh words, pity evident in her green eyes.
"So I can't let myself get too attached?" Hermione said furiously. "Or is it the other way around? She can't get to know me too well because I'm going to leave?"
"No!" Lily protested. "Hermione, don't twist my words!" They were almost at the Transfiguration classroom now, and the girls could see that there were plenty of people waiting for McGonagall outside the door.
Hermione's face grew composed, features appearing carved from ice. "We can finish discussing this later," she said, eyes hard and cold. "Agreed?"
"Hermione-"
"Is that acceptable or not?" Hermione said frostily. Lily was thrown off balance, having never seen Hermione like this before.
"Uh, fine," Lily said, watching helplessly as Hermione swept into class, moving powerfully and gracefully. Her face was a mask, and she was twirling her wand in her fingers, the thin baton emitting angry red sparks.
Harry approached her, eyes soft. "Don't worry, Lily. Give her time to think about it. She knows you are right. She just doesn't want to admit it. Hermione hates being wrong."
"I knew that," Lily said, hurt in her voice. "I just didn't know she gets so, so, so cold." Lily shivered slightly, wrapping her arms around herself. "I'm her best friend."
"And you've hurt her," Remus replied thoughtfully. "You've made her face something she doesn't want to face."
James wrapped his arms around his girlfriend. "It's okay, Lily Flower. Hermione's not the kind to stay mad forever."
Harry winced at this. "I've seen her like this only a few times before. Hermione really loves you guys. All of you. But Addie is personal. Very personal. She saw it as Lily attacking her relationship with Addie. And for that girl, Hermione would fight until her last breath."
"She wants to protect everyone," Lily said sadly. "I need to talk to her."
"Giver her some time to cool down first," Harry advised. "Right now, she is feeling the cold anger. Watch her in class, she is going to work as hard as she can. Then she will think it over and calm down a bit. And then she will just feel guilty."
"Okay," Lily nodded, then started walking toward the Transfiguration classroom. The group entered, Harry splitting off to join his fiancee at her table.
Hermione was sitting, back ramrod straight, eyes focused somewhere in the space in front of her. When Harry laid a hand on her arm, her head snapped to face his, making no other motion. Her pupils were pinpricks, and she was breathing fast.
"Mione, love," he said his best soothing voice. "Lily-"
"Later, Harry." She interrupted bluntly, voice clipped. "Professor McGonagall is starting."
He just sighed, and tried to take her hand under the table. He tried not to let it hurt him when she pulled her hand away, knowing that right now, she was unreachable.
All she was doing was trying to help and protect a girl who had gone through hell. However, Hermione had never been good at recognizing her limitations. Third year was a good example. She didn't want to admit she couldn't handle the class load, and it took her a year and a near-death experience with a were-wolf to give in. Now it was the same thing, but it would hurt more people than just herself if she did not try to accept that they would be leaving.
Harry did not want her to distance herself from Adelynne entirely, of course not. But Hermione needed to prepare Addie for the day when Hermione would no longer there. And Lily was right in that Hermione could not take Addie back with her. He knew that Hermione felt responsible for Addie, having worried over her like a new parent at work on the first day of nursery school.
His thoughts were brought back to the present when McGonagall passed out the rocks they were to Transfigure into tortoises.
"Begin!" the Scottish professor announced. McGonagall started to walk along the rows, observing the struggles to convert a senseless stone into a proper tortoise.
"This year is your last chance to prepare for the N.E.W.T.'s. Your success on these exams mostly depends on your work ethic. But for Transfiguration, your passing grade relies on your ability to transfigure living creatures into nonliving, and nonliving into living." McGonagall paused in her lecture, gazing at Hermione in shock. "Congratulations, Miss Granger, on your non-verbal transfiguration. Look class, at how her tortoise's shell does not look like the pattern of the rock she began with. Have you practiced this spell before, Miss Granger?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, Professor."
McGonagall's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Well. Fifteen points to Gryffindor for being the first to learn the spell, and successfully cast it. Five more points for the non-verbal casting."
McGonagall continued the lecture, watching as more and more people failed at the spell. Unlike most days, Hermione did not go around the classroom offering whatever aide she could provide. Instead, she remained at her desk, making minute changes to her tortoise.
Harry, on his part, struggled with the visualization part of Transfiguration. The wand movements were difficult, and the words occasionally hard to pronounce, but the act of imagining a solid, stationary rock transforming into a living, breathing tortoise was the difficult part.
Usually, Hermione could help him with his visualization, but it seemed that she was unwilling to talk to him at the moment. Harry struggled for a while longer, before finally achieving the spell. Like Hermione, he had found that Transfiguration was the only class in which he learned something new. This accounted for his struggles, and he found that he often finished early. Today, distracted and worried, he finished only fifteen minutes before the end of class.
Charms passed in much of the same manner, with Hermione demonstrating the formidable power of her mind when she made herself focus tremendously on anything.
On her part, Hermione felt cold. Just cold. She didn't want warmth. She wanted the cold. The cold helped her think. She could feel the swift rush of the magic pulling itself from the area around her heart. She didn't have to think about her conversation with Lily.
Of course, she did anyway. She loved these people. And she had already lost so many. She wanted to stay in this dimension.
But, on the other hand, she wanted- no needed- to get back home. She longed to see her parents, to see Luna and Neville, and Ron. Even if he had become insufferable and he ate too much and was rude, they had been friends since she was eleven. He was like an annoying little brother- the one that could be a pest one minute, the one who could be sweet if he wanted. She missed her family. Her friends.
But here she was happy. The war was coming, but she had Harry. She loved Harry. The other thing that was bothering her was how she was treating Harry. She longed to reach out for his hand, to caress his skin, to walk down the corridors with his arm around her shoulders.
But she didn't. She was was scared, worried, ashamed, and she both wanted to be alone, and with Harry. Habit ruled- in the past when she had felt like this, she had chosen to be alone. But this time, that would not work.
She knew Harry was watching her all through Charms class, observing the crisp, powerful wand movements. She loved the drain on her magic, performing the charms silently and then wandlessly. They both took more effort, but she was feeling so powerful- to powerful- and she had to do something to make it better.
Charms ended, and Hermione rushed out the door, walking toward the Room of Requirement. She felt an intense need to release her magic. She was angry and sad and mad at herself and at Lily for pointing out what she had been avoiding.
Harry knew where she was going. They had a free period before lunch, and if he knew Hermione at all, she would be going to the Room of Requirement to blow off figurative and literal steam.
Lily was distracted in her classes, and she had done worse than usual, and as a result she had homework. However, she could not bring herself to care.
Now she was really thinking about what she had said, and what it meant for her. Hermione was one of her best friends, and it was a great friendship, considering she barely knew the girl. Lily was fully aware that Hermione had issues- any normal person would have issues if they had been through the kind of things Hermione had been through.
Hermione hated being weak. And she hated seeing her friends hurt. This meant that she felt that she had to help everyone, do her absolute best to care for them and protect them from anything that might dare to try and harm them. Hermione had limited time to protect her and the Marauders and the people of this dimension from the horror that Voldemort would become. Either she and Harry would succeed- or they would lose. And they would be leaving soon.
Hermione would be leaving. Harry would be leaving. They would never see them again. Lily knew that the chances of her and James conceiving Harry again would be slim- almost nonexistent because of all the changes that had been made to the timeline.
But Hermione still had a good chance of being born in this dimension. Would she ever be complete without her Harry? Lily's musings wondered. Will I meet her? Will she become my son's best friend?
Harry she loved like a mixture between friend, little brother, and son. But there was also that part of him that there also was in Hermione- the sense that they were much older than they appeared.
She would miss Hermione dearly. She knew the boys would miss their bossy little Gryffindor girl who had landed in the grass not far from the lake one October day.
Lily had read the same passage in her book several times over. She looked up, clearing her stuffed head in time to see Harry leave the Common Room.
"Where's he going?" she asked Sirius, who was looking at the portrait hole Harry had just vacated.
"To go get Hermione," Sirius replied, twirling his wand over his fingers. "Lily?"
"Yeah," she said, thoughts a million miles away.
Sirius blushed lightly. "Do you think Addie likes me?"
Okay. I wanted to end on a lighter note. There will be more angst in the next chapter. I love angst! It is so fun to write!
School is burying me, using myself. They are making me dig my own grave for a grade, having me write a report on it, research ways to die, and contrast and compare them. I have been writing this chapter in the spare free time I have. If it seems disjointed, that's why.
Thank you to those who reviewed my baby, The Truth of 1995. That story is my toddler, and this one is my teenager. TTO1995 wants more reviews. Only four people reviewed it last time I updated. The time before that, I got sixteen reviews for one chapter. What is wrong with you people? :) Why do I love you anyway?
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