Second Chapter. Sorry the first one was so short because I hadn't
finished writing it and my dad wanted me to hurry up and kicked me off. So
this is really part of chapter one. I really love this plot but it'll
probably be a while before it's finished.
Hey! Be greatful, dear readers, I should be doing my two page essay, due tommorow and not yet started, right now but instead I'm trying to please you. Oh and to Moonlight Aurora I'm sorry about the whole werewolfism (I know it sounds lame) but I couldn't think of another name for and I didn't know there was one.
Disclaimer: These things are so lame, everyone knows that no one could have made up such a great stories as Harry Potter. So the only thing in this story that I can honestly claim is the plot. I can't help it, it just came to me one day and I love it.
Phoenix Tears
Chapter 2
Going back
Hermione sighed and stood up. He wasn't coming. None of them ever showed up not even Ron. And this wasn't even a real date.
On her way back to her room in the professor's corridor, she kept thinking about what it would have been like if she had grown up back then. Would there ever have been a chance for uthem to be together? Would he be popular? A geek maybe? She knew he was handsome, because he still is.
That stuff didn't matter though because the fact of the matter was, he was still twenty years older than her and thought of her as a little sister. As she passed his room she heard him walking around and mumbling but she didn't stop to knock, he probably figured that it wouldn't mean anything to her for missing their appointment and wouldn't like it if she interrupted him.
She dropped face down onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. It wasn't fair. Why did she have to be born twenty year after him? If only there was a way that she could show him how she felt without scaring him off.
She sat up quickly. The Phoenix Tear Amulet. She would have to go back to retrieve it anyway and on the way she could get to be with Remus and he'd never know. She walked over to her wardrobe and grabbed a bathrobe and the candle of her bedside table.
"Professor?" She asked when she reached Dumbldore's office. He was stil awake and writing something at his desk.
"Yes Hermione, what is it?"
"I've changed my mind."
"About what?" He asked.
"You know. About the amulet, I'll do it."
He smiled. "Oh I knew you would. This just makes things so much easier."
"What do I need to do?"
He reached into a drower and lifted out a fat manilla envelope. "This is all we have on the amulet, though you don't have to see it now. Here's a picture of the amulet." She sat down still wearing her bathrobe over her pajamas. He handed her an old newspaper clipping of a long emerald encrusted chain with a tear shaped pearly diamond on the end.
"It's very beautiful. "
"Yes, it is. That's part of it's charm."
She glanced down at the other newspaper clippings, she'd see them later. All she wanted to do now was leave.
"Hermione? You know the dangers of time-travel. You must not alter it by telling James or Lily or Sirius or anyone of what is to come no matter how much you come to liking them."
She nodded. "I know."
"Okay. The location of the amulet is unknown. It hadn't left the school untill the marauders's seveth year and is believed to be in possesion of one of the students."
"How many students were there?" She asked increduasciously.
"About a hundred and fifty."
"Professor, that'll take forever! How much time do I have?"
"You have exactly six months starting tommorow, the first of October until the first of March. When you return no time will have passed, you will arrive as if nothing has happened in my office tommorow."
"So it's on one of the students and I have six months. Well..."
"Hermione, there's a spell that will help you locate it but it's very advanced magic."
"What is it?"
"Every night you are there, you must walk the halls and at midnight exactly you must say the spell which I'll tell you in a second," Out of the pile on his desk he handed her a piece of paper.
"It's a map." She said.
"A map of Hogwarts. It'll help you mark your progress. Everytime you say that word, the area you are in (wether it be a corridor, a classroom or a court yard.) will turn green if the amulet is near you. If it is not near you and stay green unless the amulet is nearby. Then it will turn red and start flashing. I want you to start at the Ravenclaw end of the school and work your way upward to the tallest tower."
"Shouldn't I be searching the students, Sir?" She asked.
"Yes, but whoever has the amulet will not keep it on them always."
"Then I'll search the houses first."
"Fine. It's best to get them out of the way though I doubt you will find it.
"The spell is not a word, but many words. The simple revealing spell and a sending one combined. A sendind charm that will reach to every nook and cranny for ten meters in all directions. 'Revaele un Cukaro de firea brid.' Doesn't sound hard but it takes most of your energy."
"You say I have to say this at exactly midnight?" He nodded. "Then what if I get hurt or sick and cannot make it at midnight?"
"I had thought of that. And being with the marauders in their last year will probably give you more detentions then are weeks in the year, I've reached the conclusion that you will only be able to miss about two weeks worth of midnights. I'm sorry but it's the best I can do with a sixth month visa."
"When do I leave? What do I take with me?"
"Oh you take the usual I suppose. Clothes, money, dungbombs (realy the only thing they still have that they had back then), pictures of your family not your friends however. You'll leave tommorow at two-thirty after some more briefing. Right now you need your rest and I need mine." He said and turned away from her, stifling a yawn.
She sighed. "Goodnight, professor." She said as she stood and walked to the door quietly.
"Goodnight, dear. I'll see you tommorow after breakfast."
She walked slowly back to her room past the silent room of Remus and collapsed finally on her bed. She would pack the next day.
"Okay, Hermione. Just two turns of the time-turner and you should arive at around lunch time twenty years ago. October first is the time the transfer students arive. Remember..."
"I know, my parents sent me to a private school in America when I was eleven, but were killed so I moved back home to England to live with my grandparents." She said fumbling with the large buttons to her knee length suede coat.
"Very good. It's almost time, remember not to..."
"I know, " She interupted. "not to reaveal the future to anyone."
"Do you have everything? Enough money? Your journal..."
"Yes, I have everything. Goodbye professor." She stepped away from Dumbledore and turned the timeturner counter clockwise two times. She felt the familiar pull at her navel as things start spin around her and mush into one single object.
Just as she was about to cry out, the spinning stopped abruptly and she fell in a heap to the floor. In her head she could still feel the dizzyness and couldn't stand up. She sat holding her head in her hands rocking back and forth.
"Um... Are you okay?" Someone asked from behind her. Hermione lifted up her head and gasped. She did it. She was in the past and she was staring at...
***Bet you just hate those cliffies.
Believe me, I do to but I'm having trouble deciding who it should be that she meets first. So I would like some feed back if you want me to go on. Besides cliffies also highten the suspense and makes it easier to better enjoy the story.
Thanks to all my reviews, it made me extremely happy to know that people like my story and will continue to read it.
Hey! Be greatful, dear readers, I should be doing my two page essay, due tommorow and not yet started, right now but instead I'm trying to please you. Oh and to Moonlight Aurora I'm sorry about the whole werewolfism (I know it sounds lame) but I couldn't think of another name for and I didn't know there was one.
Disclaimer: These things are so lame, everyone knows that no one could have made up such a great stories as Harry Potter. So the only thing in this story that I can honestly claim is the plot. I can't help it, it just came to me one day and I love it.
Phoenix Tears
Chapter 2
Going back
Hermione sighed and stood up. He wasn't coming. None of them ever showed up not even Ron. And this wasn't even a real date.
On her way back to her room in the professor's corridor, she kept thinking about what it would have been like if she had grown up back then. Would there ever have been a chance for uthem to be together? Would he be popular? A geek maybe? She knew he was handsome, because he still is.
That stuff didn't matter though because the fact of the matter was, he was still twenty years older than her and thought of her as a little sister. As she passed his room she heard him walking around and mumbling but she didn't stop to knock, he probably figured that it wouldn't mean anything to her for missing their appointment and wouldn't like it if she interrupted him.
She dropped face down onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. It wasn't fair. Why did she have to be born twenty year after him? If only there was a way that she could show him how she felt without scaring him off.
She sat up quickly. The Phoenix Tear Amulet. She would have to go back to retrieve it anyway and on the way she could get to be with Remus and he'd never know. She walked over to her wardrobe and grabbed a bathrobe and the candle of her bedside table.
"Professor?" She asked when she reached Dumbldore's office. He was stil awake and writing something at his desk.
"Yes Hermione, what is it?"
"I've changed my mind."
"About what?" He asked.
"You know. About the amulet, I'll do it."
He smiled. "Oh I knew you would. This just makes things so much easier."
"What do I need to do?"
He reached into a drower and lifted out a fat manilla envelope. "This is all we have on the amulet, though you don't have to see it now. Here's a picture of the amulet." She sat down still wearing her bathrobe over her pajamas. He handed her an old newspaper clipping of a long emerald encrusted chain with a tear shaped pearly diamond on the end.
"It's very beautiful. "
"Yes, it is. That's part of it's charm."
She glanced down at the other newspaper clippings, she'd see them later. All she wanted to do now was leave.
"Hermione? You know the dangers of time-travel. You must not alter it by telling James or Lily or Sirius or anyone of what is to come no matter how much you come to liking them."
She nodded. "I know."
"Okay. The location of the amulet is unknown. It hadn't left the school untill the marauders's seveth year and is believed to be in possesion of one of the students."
"How many students were there?" She asked increduasciously.
"About a hundred and fifty."
"Professor, that'll take forever! How much time do I have?"
"You have exactly six months starting tommorow, the first of October until the first of March. When you return no time will have passed, you will arrive as if nothing has happened in my office tommorow."
"So it's on one of the students and I have six months. Well..."
"Hermione, there's a spell that will help you locate it but it's very advanced magic."
"What is it?"
"Every night you are there, you must walk the halls and at midnight exactly you must say the spell which I'll tell you in a second," Out of the pile on his desk he handed her a piece of paper.
"It's a map." She said.
"A map of Hogwarts. It'll help you mark your progress. Everytime you say that word, the area you are in (wether it be a corridor, a classroom or a court yard.) will turn green if the amulet is near you. If it is not near you and stay green unless the amulet is nearby. Then it will turn red and start flashing. I want you to start at the Ravenclaw end of the school and work your way upward to the tallest tower."
"Shouldn't I be searching the students, Sir?" She asked.
"Yes, but whoever has the amulet will not keep it on them always."
"Then I'll search the houses first."
"Fine. It's best to get them out of the way though I doubt you will find it.
"The spell is not a word, but many words. The simple revealing spell and a sending one combined. A sendind charm that will reach to every nook and cranny for ten meters in all directions. 'Revaele un Cukaro de firea brid.' Doesn't sound hard but it takes most of your energy."
"You say I have to say this at exactly midnight?" He nodded. "Then what if I get hurt or sick and cannot make it at midnight?"
"I had thought of that. And being with the marauders in their last year will probably give you more detentions then are weeks in the year, I've reached the conclusion that you will only be able to miss about two weeks worth of midnights. I'm sorry but it's the best I can do with a sixth month visa."
"When do I leave? What do I take with me?"
"Oh you take the usual I suppose. Clothes, money, dungbombs (realy the only thing they still have that they had back then), pictures of your family not your friends however. You'll leave tommorow at two-thirty after some more briefing. Right now you need your rest and I need mine." He said and turned away from her, stifling a yawn.
She sighed. "Goodnight, professor." She said as she stood and walked to the door quietly.
"Goodnight, dear. I'll see you tommorow after breakfast."
She walked slowly back to her room past the silent room of Remus and collapsed finally on her bed. She would pack the next day.
"Okay, Hermione. Just two turns of the time-turner and you should arive at around lunch time twenty years ago. October first is the time the transfer students arive. Remember..."
"I know, my parents sent me to a private school in America when I was eleven, but were killed so I moved back home to England to live with my grandparents." She said fumbling with the large buttons to her knee length suede coat.
"Very good. It's almost time, remember not to..."
"I know, " She interupted. "not to reaveal the future to anyone."
"Do you have everything? Enough money? Your journal..."
"Yes, I have everything. Goodbye professor." She stepped away from Dumbledore and turned the timeturner counter clockwise two times. She felt the familiar pull at her navel as things start spin around her and mush into one single object.
Just as she was about to cry out, the spinning stopped abruptly and she fell in a heap to the floor. In her head she could still feel the dizzyness and couldn't stand up. She sat holding her head in her hands rocking back and forth.
"Um... Are you okay?" Someone asked from behind her. Hermione lifted up her head and gasped. She did it. She was in the past and she was staring at...
***Bet you just hate those cliffies.
Believe me, I do to but I'm having trouble deciding who it should be that she meets first. So I would like some feed back if you want me to go on. Besides cliffies also highten the suspense and makes it easier to better enjoy the story.
Thanks to all my reviews, it made me extremely happy to know that people like my story and will continue to read it.