THE TIME KEEPER

THE TIME KEEPER

Part 2: "Death"

Harry jumped up, pulling Hermione up with him. "Herm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to crash into you."

"No it was my fault," said Hermione. "I should've been watching where I...was...going..."

Again with the locked stare. No movement or speech, just starring. It was almost like they were starring into each other's soul.

The starring was broke when an owl flew in and dropped a letter on Hermione's head. She picked it up. "It's from my mother."

Harry nodded, then glanced at the clock. "I have to get my Potions book," Harry said quickly and ran up the stairs to the boy's dorms.

Hermione watched him leave, then took a seat in her usual chair by the fireplace. She opened the letter....

Hermione,

Darling, I'm afraid I have terrible news for you. It's...it's about your father. Hermsy, well, there's no easy way for me to put this. He's dead Hermsy. Killed in a car crash this

morning. The funeral is Friday. I've already made arrangements with the Headmaster for

you to come. I will see you soon dear.

Love you always,

Mom

Hermione dropped the letter and a river of tears flowed down her cheeks. She jumped up from the chair and out the portrait hole.

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"Small Lady..."

"Huh?" Rini slowly opened her eyes, "Wha? Trista!?"

"Hush Small Lady, we mustn't be heard."

"When do we get to go back?"

Trista sighed and sat down next to her, placing a comforting arm around her shoulder. "As soon as we are finished with things here."

"But why did I have to come?"

"Because, for some odd reason, you are the only one besides me who is able to manipulate time."

"Can't you do it on your own?"

"Yes. But your mother believes that this will be a good learning experience for you."

Rini reached into the pocket of her robes and pulled out a pink heart-shaped locket.

"You mustn't use it Rini."

"I know..."

"Your mother specifically told me not to transform. It would confuse them. The only one here who knows about us is Dumbledore."

Rini nodded and put the locket back into her pocket.

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Hermione slammed her fist into the tree, warm blood oozing down her arm. She leaned her head against the tree, allowing the tears to flow, ignoring the pain from her bleeding hand. 'Why? Why did you have to leave me Daddy?'

She was feeling guilty. She and her father had an argument before she got on the train. Her last words to him were, I hate you.

"Herm?"

She knew who it was, and wished he'd go away and leave her alone. "What?"

"You're...your bleeding!"

"Nah duh sherlock!" Hermione snapped. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you Harry. But please, just go away..."

"I read the letter."

She turned around and looked at him with tear-filled eyes, "Wha..."

"I'm sorry about your father, but punching tree's isn't going to bring him back." He tore a piece of cloth from his robe and wrapped it around Hermione's damaged hand. "Herm, if there's anything I can do..."

Before he was able to say another word, Hermione flung herself into his arms and began sobbing into his shoulder.

After being relieved from his state of shock, he placed his arms around, rubbing her back in attempt to comfort her. "Shh... it's okay...go ahead and cry..."

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"Aww Trista, isn't that Harry Potter sweet?" said Rini as she starred out the window at the two.

"Yes he is a kind young man. And what, do you think he's kawaii or something?" Trista said as she poked the young princess in the belly.

Rini giggled, "He is kawaii, but not as kawaii as Peruru."

Trista shook her head at Rini's daydream face (obviously she's daydreaming about Peruru), and turned her attention to Harry and Hermione. 'I hope this works. If not that poor girl is doomed...'

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. I don't own them! But, the plot line was my idea. ^.^

*Avesta Makara*