AN: WOW longest chapter yet!
Sorry about the two week sabbatical! I just finished finals week which was quite stressful and didn't have time to sit down and write anything of quality. BUT this means SUMMER! Which means I will be updating frequently!
So fun reading everyone's reviews about which team they were on! Sadly I already have that plot point figured out and am dead set on how it will play out. Sorry if this is offensive, but I laughed at the review that said they did not like the marauders. I am afraid you have decided to read the wrong fic my friend
I did some reading on the Gaunt Shack and decided to take a new spin on it. I imagine it would be very eerie and terrifying and I tried to portray that as best I could.
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Chapter Sixteen: Gaunt Ring
Remus, Sirius, James, and Peter were sitting in a circle on the ground of the dorm in the middle of the night with more concentration and focus in their expressions than ever seen before, and sitting right between them on the stone floor, was something that they had been working on and perfecting for ages.
"The Marauder's Map. I like it," said James.
"Try it out, James," Remus urged.
They all held their breaths as James held his wand out and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
Grins slowly appeared on their faces as ink seemed to bleed onto the page and spread out to form the map of Hogwarts. They started cheering and laughing. James's expression dropped for a moment and turned into a frown.
"Does anyone know why Hermione isn't in her room?"
Sirius and Remus leaned forward with widened eyes then all four boys began to simultaneously scan the map.
"Maybe the map is wrong!" Tried Peter.
"It's not wrong! I spent months on those charms," said Remus.
"But it's after curfew! Where would she be?"
"I'm going to go check her room," groaned James.
"I'm not wrong!"
James was just about to open the door when Peter yelled, "Wait! There she is!"
All four heads appeared over the map and followed Peter's finger to her name slowly making her way slowly down a seventh floor corridor.
"What in bloody hell is she doing up there?"
"Maybe she was sending a letter?" Peter said hopefully. James scrunched up his nose.
"At one in the morning?"
"And by herself!" Yelled Sirius.
Remus frowned. She was in the same corridor as the Room of Requirement which couldn't be a coincidence.
"I'm going to go walk with her. She shouldn't be by herself after what happened with those Slytherins," said Remus quietly. James nodded in agreement before he realized that that meant Remus would be alone with Hermione.
"Oi! I'm coming with you!"
Before James could follow him out the dorm Remus hit him with a jelly leg jinx and sprinted towards where they had seen her.
Hermione had spent the last couple hours perfecting her latest creation. Galleons that you could send messages through using the Protean charm. She had spent forever reading everything she could find on them, and then she'd altered them slightly so the messages could be sent both ways rather than having one master coin. She'd created multiple sets and wasn't quite sure who she would be giving them to besides Remus, but knew that they would come in handy eventually. She'd left the Room of Requirement with the coins packaged carefully with their partners in her bag and Clio tucked in her arms. The kitten had been awfully pissy lately, and Hermione assumed it was because she hadn't left Hermione's room.
She'd barely made it to the stairs when she heard the noises of someone sprinting up the stone steps.
She ducked behind an alcove and hid behind a tapestry.
When the huffing made its appearance a few feet away she quietly poked her head out and sighed in relief at her very flushed and rumpled boyfriend.
"Remus?" She whispered.
His head swung around to look at her and a relieved look came across his face.
He smiled and stepped up to her.
She looked rather adorable with her huge jumper, curl escaping ponytail, and a small kitten in her arms.
"Hermione, you shouldn't be out by yourself at night."
He reached out and gently pulled her from behind the tapestry and into his arms.
"What are you doing back there?" He asked with a smile. She tucked a curl behind her ear and hugged Clio closer to her.
"I heard running footsteps. You scared me." He grimaced and she stood on her toes to kiss his cheek before she realized something with a frown. "How did you know where I was?"
Remus flushed and attempted to look anywhere but at her which he only did when he was trying to keep something from her.
Then she realized what it could be and a slow smirk made its way across her face.
"You lot didn't happen to make a certain map did you? One that will help you get up to 'no good'?"
Remus's eyes widened and she snorted.
"How did you…"
Remus forgot they were friends in the future, but if she knew about the map they must've been pretty close.
"Just how close were we in the future, Hermione?"
Hermione smiled secretively at him and wrapped her hand around his elbow.
"A story for another time, but for now I am tired."
Remus sighed and kissed the top of her head. He was compiling a mental tally of all the times she'd said 'later' or something along those lines in regards to one of his questions. Just in the last month since halloween she'd said it nearly sixty times and he was sure he was going to go absolutely mental if he kept it up, but it was compulsory at this point.
"Did you just finish the map?"
Remus pulled her closer as they started their walk back to Gryffindor tower.
"Yes tonight actually. Of course, the first thing James noticed about it was the fact that you weren't in your bed." Remus looked down at her with an expectant look. "He is very protective."
Hermione huffed.
He nudged her and said, "You shouldn't be out by yourself. What were you doing there anyway?"
Hermione scowled at him. "I was working on something."
"Right," he sighed. Hermione could hear his frustration.
"Actually I made one set for you, but if you don't want it then I won't bother," she grumbled.
Remus stopped walking and grabbed her shoulders to turn her towards him. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I know you can't tell me everything. It's hard not to get frustrated when one moment yout tell me you trust me with your life and then the next you won't even tell me where you're going."
She looked up at him and all her frustration melted off her face. She just looked sad.
Hermione shuffled Clio under one arm. The kitten meowed grouchily, but Hermione ignored her and reached into her bag, pulled out one of the small packages, and slowly unwrapped it.
"I made these with the Protean charm," she whispered. "You can leave messages for each other. They warm up when the other person has altered them."
She held one out to him and Remus carefully took it and inspected it. "That's Seventh Year magic…"
Hermione gave him a withering look. He tucked it into his pocket and gently cupped her face with one of his hands.
"Thank you, Hermione. I love it."
She smiled shyly up at him, and he bent over to lean his forehead against hers.
"I'm sorry I can't tell you everything. I wish I could," she whispered.
"I'm sorry I get so frustrated."
He was about to lean down the rest of the way to kiss her when someone burst out from seemingly nowhere and jumped between the two.
"Stop defiling Hermione, you miscreant!"
Hermione threw her arms up when she recognized the messy hair and dramatic voice of none other than James.
"Merlin, James! He wasn't defiling me!" She shoved his shoulder and James spun around to look her over like Remus would actually hurt her. "And where did you even learn the word miscreant?"
James stopped his inspection and smiled dreamily. "Lily's been calling me one lately."
Hermione and Remus both burst out laughing before Hermione remembered where they were.
"Oh no! Filch is going to catch us if we don't hurry back."
The walk back was made extremely difficult as James forced them to all three squeeze underneath his invisibility cloak, but also refused to allow Remus and Hermione to touch.
The next few days it became apparent at Hogwarts that Christmas was coming up. Sprigs of enchanted Mistletoe were popping up all over the castle and forcing people to kiss in order to escape. Remus had been caught three times already and she was starting to think he was doing it on purpose, but she didn't mind too much.
She was relieved after the dance to discover that not many people paid close attention to Remus and Hermione's relationship.
The Saturday before the last week before break she received a note from Dumbledore at lunch saying that they would be retrieving Marvolo Gaunt's ring after dinner.
The note simply said:
Miss Granger.
We will leave after dinner to retrieve the artifact. Be discreet. Password is Pepper Imps.
Albus.
She'd looked to her left to find Remus staring directly at her.
"I need to talk to you after lunch," she whispered. He reached over and squeezed her hand, and she folded the note up to put in her pocket.
After lunch he dragged her to an empty classroom and sat down on the edge of the desk.
"So, what was that note about?"
Hermione sighed and pulled out the note for him to read.
He did so quickly and looked up at her.
"Can you tell me what the artifact is?"
Her lips thinned and she shook her head.
"Will it be dangerous?"
She thought about all the dark protective charms that went into keeping people from the other Horcruxes she'd gone after with Harry and Ron. Then she thought about how Dumbledore died from a curse he came into contact with retrieving the ring in the future.
She nodded grimly.
"Where exactly are you going?"
"I don't know."
"When will you be back?"
Hermione sighed, "I don't know."
She chanced a glance up at Remus and saw his eyes were turning that shade of amber that never meant good things.
"I don't suppose I will be able to come with you?"
Hermione's eyes watered and she shook her head again.
Slowly his eyes turned green again and he reached out for her. She immediately melted into his arms.
"I'm sorry, Remus. I wish I didn't have to. I wish you could come. I wish we were just normal students getting caught under the mistletoe."
She pressed her ear to his chest and listened to the steady drum of his heartbeat.
"I wish those things too," he whispered.
He reached down and pulled her face up so that he could look at her. He wiped at the single tear that had made its way down her cheek and reached down to capture her lips with his. She responded immediately, and when his hands reached down and ghosted across her ribs she shuddered and gasped. He took advantage and slid his tongue in between her lips to meet with hers.
She tasted like pumpkin juice and the salt from her tears, but he was seeing stars. He pulled away when he needed to breathe and slowly pressed three more gentle kisses on her lips. If she pressed any closer to him he wouldn't be able to let her leave.
When he finally spoke again he sounded breathless which made sense because he could barely ever breathe around her. She was perfect.
"Please come get me when you come back. First thing."
She leaned up and kissed him one more time. Her fingers were playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck and he could feel goosebumps spread across his skin.
"Okay," she whispered. He nudged her nose with his.
"First thing, Hermione. I don't care how late it is, or what's happening, come to me first."
She swiped her thumb across the top of his cheek and said, "I promise."
Hermione had prepared everything she needed in her magically expanded bag and dressed in loose trousers and a thick black jumper.
She'd shoved her cloak deep in the bag to avoid suspicion and walked calmly to dinner. She sat in between Remus and Peter as usual and forced herself to eat as much as she could stomach which was barely a few bites.
She didn't speak for any of dinner because she was busy trying to soothe her nerves. A year ago she wouldn't have had any nerves. She was a machine. Inhuman almost. Built for missions and curses and battles, but now she'd had nearly seven months of being free of that kind of mentality. She'd let it go too easily, and now she needed it back.
When she looked up and saw that Dumbledore wasn't in his seat she jumped to her feet.
"I have to go."
All the boys, Marlene, and Lily looked up at her with surprise.
"Where are you going?" Peter asked around a mouthful of food. Hermione cursed herself.
Be discreet.
She flinched and avoided Sirius's imploring look.
"I have a meeting with Dumbledore."
"Professor Dumbledore."
Hermione gave Lily a humoring smile, but it came across a little pained. "Right. Professor Dumbledore."
Sirius and James narrowed their eyes.
"Anyway, I've got to go."
She finally turned and looked at Remus who was staring determinately at his plate. She stared at him for a few moments, just wanting to catch his eye for some reassurance. Just a glance of his warm eyes to settle her nerves, but he wouldn't look up.
"Right. Okay. I'll see you lot later."
She hurried out of the Great Hall and suddenly all eyes were on Remus.
"What was that about, Moony?" James asked.
"Nothing. She just has a meeting." Remus looked up and met Lily's knowing gaze.
Lily had a feeling what this meeting entailed, and from the look on Remus's face it must be pretty dangerous. She frowned at him and he nodded. Everyone around them was getting suspicious at the silent conversation that seemed to be happening.
Lily shook herself and looked around, "Hermione has monthly meetings with the Headmaster to see how she is adjusting. She told me about it last month. I thought you half-wits knew."
She made a show of rolling her eyes and returning to her meal.
Marlene smiled and said, "Hermione's a big girl, you lot shouldn't worry so much!"
Peter nodded his affirmative and everyone else reluctantly went back to their meals.
"Pepper Imps," Hermione whispered at the bottom of Dumbledore's stairs.
She quickly made her way up the coiling stairs and into his office. Dumbledore was waiting for her at the top with his standard deep violet cloak and twinkling eyes.
"Miss Granger. How has your evening been?"
Hermione shook her head, "Sorry, Albus, I am not in the mood for pleasantries. May we go? I'd rather get this over with as quickly as possible."
Dumbledore nodded solemnly and held out his elbow.
Hermione reluctantly took it and immediately felt the nauseous pull of apparition.
They landed with a jolt in a dark and snow covered forest.
It was windy and the eerie glow of the moon was peeking out barely through the foliage.
"You can apparate in and out of Hogwarts?"
Dumbledore tapped his nose and said, "Perks of being Headmaster, Miss Granger."
He then started to make his way through the forest and Hermione shivered. She quickly pulled her cloak from her bag and threw it on before following him.
The only noises were the whistlings of the harsh wind and crunches from the snow underfoot.
They had barely walked a few minutes when they came upon a clearing in the woods. Right in the middle was a dilapidated and rotting shack.
Hermione could feel the whispers of dark magic.
"The Gaunt Shack," she whispered.
"Quite."
Dumbledore gets cursed in there. Be careful, Mione.
She was starting to consider Harry's voice a spirit guide. It helped her not miss him as much which was definitely an unhealthy coping mechanism, but it was the only one she could manage.
Hermione paused and grabbed Dumbledore's elbow.
He tilted his head to the side in acknowledgement.
"Do not touch the ring, Albus. Whatever you do, you can't touch it."
He turned fully and looked down at her from the bottom of his half moon spectacles.
"I should hope, in my old age, that I have learned the virtue of restraint."
Hermione narrowed her eyes, "Yes. I should hope so too." She let go and started forward, "For your own sake."
She stopped when she began to feel the soft buzz of powerful enchantments. The stones of the shack were crumbling and she could hear hissing of half formed words in the air.
Dumbledore raised his wand and began to murmur spells under his breath.
She shivered.
Voldemort murdered his father and grandparents to create the artifact currently hiding somewhere in this shack. Hermione stared up at the cobbles and collapsing roof in trepidation.
When the hissing stopped she looked over at Dumbledore to seem him reaching for the door.
As soon as he touched it, it fell right off its rusty hinges and collapsed on the ground with a loud crack.
Hermione shivered and wearily stepped through the archway, closely followed by Dumbledore.
The shack was empty save a single chair, and Hermione took a moment to analyze her surroundings. Her gaze landed on the cracked wood of the floor beneath her feet.
"The floorboards," she whispered.
"Indeed," Dumbledore said.
The set about levitating the floorboards up one by one and placing them in the corner.
Hermione gasped when she removed one of the floorboards and the top of a golden box was revealed.
The whispers returned then full force as if the piece of Voldemort's soul could sense a hostile presence.
Words hissed at her and she resisted the urge to clap her hands over ears.
You're just a weapon.
You will never save them.
The boy will die!
She ignored them and levitated the box from the floor and it dropped to the ground in front of her. She was about to open it when Harry's voice stopped her.
It's your fault. We're all dead and it's your fault. You were supposed to save us.
Her wand hand shook and she squeezed her eyes shut.
With her eyes shut she missed Dumbledore advancing on the box. She missed the way his hand reached for the lid. How he opened it. How his hands shook as he took the ring in his hands, and slid it on one of his fingers. He pulled the stone from the setting.
It's not me, Mione!
Hermione's eyes snapped open and she gasped and knocked the ring off his finger and out of his grasp, but it was too late.
"No!"
She watched in horror as the tips of his fingers began to blacken.
"I told you! I told you not to touch it!" She screeched in terror. Hermione knew what this curse did. He would die!
She quickly pulled a box designed the same as the one she'd created for the diadem and put the ring in it. She was so frenzied she hadn't noticed the missing stone. She grabbed Dumbledore by his elbow and pulled him out the door and into the snow. The whispers followed her and Dumbledore was staring frozenly at his fisted and blackening hand.
"Apparate us to Hogwarts!"
He didn't move an inch so she shook him.
"Dumbledore! Quickly! We have to stop the spread!"
He looked up at her and his hand released the stone which fell into the snow between them. Hermione's eyes widened and her eyes darted down at her bag like she could see the ring.
"You…"
His eyes turned to hers and she watched as his expression filled with shame. Hermione couldn't believe it. She could see the sign of the Deathly Hallows just peeking out on the surface.
"The Resurrection Stone," she said in shock.
"Ariana. It said I could see her."
Hermione's eyes watered, and she wished she could have taken a moment to process, but one look at his decaying fingers stopped that.
She reached down, snatched the stone, and shook Albus for the second time that night.
"We have to go!"
He nodded down at her solemnly and grasped her elbow.
Hermione stumbled when they landed and as soon as she had her footing she ran off in the direction of the door.
"Wait here!"
She sprinted through the halls as fast as she could. She started in the direction of the hospital wing but skidded to a stop when Harry's voice returned.
Get the potions master.
Hermione spun and started to make her way down the stairs towards the dungeons as fast as she could. At one point she fell and tore her knees on the stone floor, but she immediately jumped up and continued her journey.
The cloak was billowing behind her, and once she made it to his classroom she knocked loudly.
"Professor Slughorn!" She yelled.
She continued to knock until a rumpled looking Slughorn opened the door.
"Miss Granger! What on earth is going on! It is quite late."
Hermione gestured and said breathlessly, "It's Dumbledore. He needs you in his office as quickly as you can manage." Slughorn startled.
"I'm sorry? Is everything alright?"
"No! Please hurry!"
Slughorn seemed to understand the urgency finally and she made to follow him as he began to head up, but he stopped her.
"Perhaps you should go to bed, Miss Granger. It is quite late, and I will refrain from taking points for being out past curfew if you make haste to your own dormitories. I will head towards the Headmaster's office now."
"But…"
"I will not hear it, Miss Granger." Then he was off.
Hermione released a sigh and let her weight fall against the closed door. Her knees were shaking and she was having trouble catching her breath. She turned and pressed her forehead against the cool wood of the door and tried to take deep breaths.
Dumbledore was going to die, and even worse, he was going to die in the exact same way he died in her time. She could've prevented it if she had just done something slightly different. Maybe if she'd told him exactly why he couldn't touch the ring. Maybe if she had insisted she go on her own rather than asking for his help. Maybe if she hadn't let the false words of Voldemort's protective spells effect her so much. If she couldn't save Dumbledore than who else will she not be able to save?
Hermione felt the signs of impending tears and took a deep breath. She pushed herself off the door and turned around to start towards Gryffindor tower, but she fell back against the door when she noticed the tall lanky form standing right in front of her.
A boy in Slytherin robes with a prefects badge attached to his robes was staring at her from a few feet away. Her eyes widened at the silvery blonde hair that stopped at the shoulders and pale, nearly translucent skin. When she met the sleet grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy she pushed herself even further against the door.
He cocked his head to the side at her defensive stance, and she began to feel the slimy proddings of Legilimency in her mind.
She promptly shut him out and narrowed her eyes.
His eyebrows twitched at her display of Occlumency and he gave her a calculating stare.
He was the near spitting image of Draco Malfoy.
"Quite impressive display." His voice was slick and aristocratic.
Hermione wrapped her cloak tighter around herself and it was then that she realized she had the stone still clutched tightly in her fist.
She tried not to let any fear show on her face as she raised her chin.
"Not sure I am aware what you're talking about."
She felt him again and shoved him quite violently from her mind. He smirked.
"No denying it now, Miss…" She narrowed her eyes.
"Granger." He opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything she said, "And I don't appreciate the unwarranted mental assaults, Lucius Malfoy."
His sharp expression turned even more calculating, "What secrets do you have in there, Granger?" His eyes roved up and down her form leisurely before returning to her eyes. "You're bleeding." With that he spun on his heel and started in the direction of the dungeons.
Hermione looked down and saw that both of sides of her trousers had holes in the knees.
She sighed and started her walk up to Gryffindor tower.
She had to pause when she realized that despite the fact that he was obviously a prefect, and she was obviously out past curfew, he hadn't taken points. She shivered and by the time she made it to the Common Room she was shaking.
She was once again stopped when she saw a form slumped against the wall right next to the portrait hole.
"Sirius?" She whispered.
Sirius had come back from a late night snack in the kitchens when he'd found himself boxed in by an invisible force. He'd groaned when he'd looked up and seen the mistletoe, and he ended up resigning himself to waiting there all night until Marlene woke up and found his sorry arse on the floor of the common room.
To say he was surprised when he woke up to none other than Hermione standing by the portrait hole at near two in the morning was an understatement. Her hair, which had been pulled back in a braid down her back at dinner, was now bursting, and her nose and cheeks were red like she'd either been out in the cold too long or had been crying. She was wearing an outdoor cloak and her trousers had holes in the knees. The skin there was ripped up and bleeding. Both of her hands were in fists, one of them around her wand. His eyebrows furrowed.
"Why do you look like you've just come back from a battle, kitten?"
Hermione startled and looked down at herself. Her brain felt like it had been put in a mixing bowl and scrambled, but she searched herself for a good excuse.
"Oh I um… I went on a walk to clear my head." She shut her eyes tightly for a moment and opened them to Sirius's concerned expression. "I fell. Scraped my knees."
You're a terrible liar.
"You know, you've got to be the worst liar I know, kitten."
Hermione sighed and rubbed her eyes with her white knuckles. He watched her carefully and decided an interrogation was not what she needed at the moment.
"Mind helping a friend out, so I can go to bed?"
"Oh sure," she whispered and without thinking she stepped closer and held her hand out to help him up.
"Hermione, no!"
She startled at his yell and tried to step away, but she was stopped by an invisible barrier that she had become familiar with in the past week. She wearily looked at the ceiling and at the sight of mistletoe surprised both herself and Sirius by immediately bursting into the bout of tears that she had been holding back since she'd opened her eyes to Dumbledore wearing that ring.
"I'm so- sorry, Sirius." She looked down at his shoes and covered her face with her hands, "Marlene! Remus! Oh- oh god." Her words were broken up by sobs and Sirius's eyes widened as he jumped to his feet.
"Hermione! Stop! I'm sorry I yelled at you, okay?" That just made her sob harder.
"I shouldn't have stepped into it! I could've gotten, Marlene!"
"Kitten, listen to me." His hands landed on her shoulders. "Don't panic, okay? It's just mistletoe."
Her sobs didn't slow, so he destroyed all the boundaries he'd been trying to maintain since Halloween and pulled her into a hug.
"I'm supposed to talk to Remus right now. He's waiting for me." She said into his t-shirt. He sighed and pushed his nose against the tops of her curls. She smelled like evergreens and cinnamon.
"It's just a kiss. It doesn't have to mean anything." He whispered. A small part of him knew he was trying to convince himself more than her, but he pushed that aside. "We don't even have to tell them if you don't want to."
Hermione pushed away and looked at him through her lashes. She sniffled and wiped at her cheeks, "But, Sirius, if we don't tell them then that means it meant something."
Sirius leaned down and kissed her before she could stop him. He felt his entire body get warm and an erratic, almost painful feeling settled in his chest. It was like stars were exploding in his heart, and he had never felt anything like it. He didn't even give her time to react before he pulled away and immediately took two steps back from her.
Her eyes were wide and she looked scared and he didn't want to try to decipher what that meant, so he turned his back to her and took a few deep breaths.
Something he knew about himself was that he had quite the addictive personality. Firewhiskey, sex, and pranks to name a few. And whatever that exploding feeling was in his chest, it had him longing for another taste.
"Don't tell them, kitten," he said quietly. Then he used all his willpower to walk away from her and up to his dorm.
It wasn't until Hermione heard his door shut, that she let the tears return.
I don't care how late it is, or what's happening, come to me first.
Remus.
She could feel the walls closing in on her. Panicking she ran up the stairs to the boys dorm and silenced her footsteps as she quietly shut the door. Sirius, James, and Peter had their curtains shut tight, but Remus's were open a crack like he'd been waiting for her.
She quietly slid through the curtains and before she could even kick off her shoes she felt his arms circle her waist and pull her against his chest.
"Hermione…" he said her name quietly and like a sigh of relief which had her sobbing all over again. "I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about you." He let go briefly to reach out and pull the curtain shut and cast a silencing charm on the bed.
"I'm sorry," Hermione sobbed into his chest. "I'm so sorry."
"Hermione, it's okay I forgive you for keeping your secrets. I understand, okay? I'm just glad you're safe now."
"Can I stay, please?" She whispered.
He kissed the top of her head, "Of course."
Hermione sniffled against his shirt and pulled away to take her bag and shoes off. The stone was pressing against the palm of her hand and she reluctantly stuck it deep in her trousers pocket.
Once she was settled Remus pulled her back so that her cheek was resting next to his on the pillow.
She felt immeasurably guilty as Remus held her through her panic attack.
Dumbledore was dying, Lucius Malfoy knew about her Occlumency, and the Resurrection Stone was resting in her own trouser pocket, but all she could think about was what Sirius had said to her as he'd left her in the common room.
But, Sirius, if we don't tell them then that means it meant something.
Don't tell them, kitten.
AN: I KNOW I KNOW don't kill me, but this scene was one of the first ones I imagined and wrote when I first decided to write this fic. And it was inevitable she wouldn't be able to save everyone in this timeline
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