A/N I own nothing. BUT.....I own the Mirror of Temptation. And you wondered
why you were tempted to read this.
Hermione crawled into bed a few hours later. She did her best to explain the
situation to her friends, but they didn't see the seriousness in it. Harry made her
promise to bring back some photos of his parents and he insisted that she make
friends with them.
What Harry and Ron failed to realize is that the Mirror of Temptation must be very
powerful and dangerous or Dumbledore wouldn't have risked so much to send her
there. She knew that he could be in deep trouble if the Ministry found out what he
was doing. Not that he could be grounded or anything, the Minister might ask
Dumbledore to stop teaching and to retire at St. Mungos or something.
Through all her thinking, Hermione slowly fell asleep, dreaming of how amazing it
would be to see the world in 1979.
The next morning dawned bright and clear. Hermione crawled out of bed, cursing
the sun and all it's cheeriness. It was Saturday morning. Her last day of 1999 (sorry
about the year, I wanted to make the marauder's 20 yrs older) for 4 months. She took
a quick shower, donned a pair of flares and a tank top, brushed her hair till it frizzed
out so much that she had to keep pushing it back down, and walked down to the
common room.
Harry and Ron were waiting for her in the corner of the room, away from the
fireplace because of the September heat. Harry stood up and met her in a sweet kiss
and they both sat down next to Ron.
"What are your plans for the day, Hermione?" Ron asked, trying to sound innocent.
"I'm going to pack and prepare for tomorrow," she said. Sighing, she added, "Why?
What horrible thing are you going to do to me?"
Ron put on a fake hurt face. "How could you think that? I'm hurt."
"You can't fool me, Ron, I know that gleam in your eye and I will not fall for any of
you idiotic plots," she said, with a look of superiority in her eyes. It was, in fact, a
fake look of superiority.
Ron sulked, though it was obvious that it was not real. Harry looked at her as he
always did when he wanted to be alone with her. Ron sulked more.
"I'm going to be busy, you two. I have to pack and read up on this mission. I'm sorry,"
she said, hugging both of them.
"You're right, Hermione," Harry said, letting her go.
The trio grabbed breakfast, then separated. Hermione went to the girl's dormitories
to pack and Harry and Ron went outside to enjoy the warm weather.
A few hours later, a very tired Hermione fell back on her bed. She closed her eyes,
hoping for sleep, but was denied when two very noisy girls walked into the room.
Lavender and Parvati were chatting about the latest fashion and when they saw
Hermione, they squealed with joy.
"Oh no," Hermione whispered. She tried to get up and run for the door, but Parvati
had already locked it. Hermione was trapped in a room with two girls with plenty
of make up.
Parvati led Hermione to her bed and sat her down. "We only want to give you a little
make over," she said.
"Where I'm going it will be out of style," Hermione muttered.
"What did you say?" Lavender asked.
"Nothing," Hermione replied.
"Owwww!" she yelled 10 minutes later as Lavender pulled her hair and Parvati
dropped a bottle of periwinkle nail polish on the floor. "That hurt!"
"Sorry about that, Hermione," Lavender said, "but don't you want to look nice for the
Halloween ball?"
"The ball isn't for another 6 weeks," Hermione said, losing her temper. "And besides,
I'm not going to be here anyway."
"What do you mean you're not gonna be here?" Parvati asked.
"Uhhh, well, I have to go see my grandma. She's really sick and my mom wants me to
be home to watch her," Hermione lied.
"Oh," was all both girls could say.
Hermione pressed her wild hair flat once more before pushing her trolley forward to
the empty classroom where McGonagall and Dumbledore saw as a good place for
her to leave from. Harry and Ron walked beside her. They didn't say much. That
could be due to the fact that Hermione appeared to be deep in thought and they did
not want to disturb her or they were just too tired to bother with speech. It was 5
in the morning, after all.
Ron opened the door and held it as Hermione walked through it. Harry followed.
Once everyone was inside the room, Harry kissed Hermione long and hard and
told her to save that kiss because it was the last one she would get from him in a
long while. She told him she would cherish it. Ron hugged Hermione hard,
lifting her off her feet. McGonagall wiped a tearing eye, and Dumbledore nodded
to her as he handed her the time turner.
It was a different time turner than Hermione had used in her 3rd year and she said
so.
"This one is used for more permanent travel. You do not risk seeing yourself in
the future when you are in the past with this one. The only danger with this one
is that when where you are in time overlaps the time you were born in, the time
you left behind vanishes. We can only hope we never have to deal with that,"
Dumbledore said gravely.
"But, there's 20 years difference from now and then. You can't think that she could
be stuck there for so long?" Ron asked.
"She has less time than that," McGonagall stated. She turned to Dumbledore, the
tears welling up in her eyes.
"Yes, much less. She has 3 years there, until her present self deletes itself,"
Dumbledore replied.
Hermione all of a sudden felt weak in the knees. What if she got stuck there and
couldn't come back? Would she have to live the rest of her life in the past? Would
she have to live through a time when she knew exactly what was going to happen?
She shuddered. That was not the kind of life she had planned for.
In her hand was the time turner. Dumbledore had said 10 turns should do it. Slowly
and carefully, she turned the time turner back 10 times. With each turn she became
more and more nauseous. She felt like she was being lifted into the air and all too
soon she was knocked into the hard castle floors. There she lay unconscious.
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why you were tempted to read this.
Hermione crawled into bed a few hours later. She did her best to explain the
situation to her friends, but they didn't see the seriousness in it. Harry made her
promise to bring back some photos of his parents and he insisted that she make
friends with them.
What Harry and Ron failed to realize is that the Mirror of Temptation must be very
powerful and dangerous or Dumbledore wouldn't have risked so much to send her
there. She knew that he could be in deep trouble if the Ministry found out what he
was doing. Not that he could be grounded or anything, the Minister might ask
Dumbledore to stop teaching and to retire at St. Mungos or something.
Through all her thinking, Hermione slowly fell asleep, dreaming of how amazing it
would be to see the world in 1979.
The next morning dawned bright and clear. Hermione crawled out of bed, cursing
the sun and all it's cheeriness. It was Saturday morning. Her last day of 1999 (sorry
about the year, I wanted to make the marauder's 20 yrs older) for 4 months. She took
a quick shower, donned a pair of flares and a tank top, brushed her hair till it frizzed
out so much that she had to keep pushing it back down, and walked down to the
common room.
Harry and Ron were waiting for her in the corner of the room, away from the
fireplace because of the September heat. Harry stood up and met her in a sweet kiss
and they both sat down next to Ron.
"What are your plans for the day, Hermione?" Ron asked, trying to sound innocent.
"I'm going to pack and prepare for tomorrow," she said. Sighing, she added, "Why?
What horrible thing are you going to do to me?"
Ron put on a fake hurt face. "How could you think that? I'm hurt."
"You can't fool me, Ron, I know that gleam in your eye and I will not fall for any of
you idiotic plots," she said, with a look of superiority in her eyes. It was, in fact, a
fake look of superiority.
Ron sulked, though it was obvious that it was not real. Harry looked at her as he
always did when he wanted to be alone with her. Ron sulked more.
"I'm going to be busy, you two. I have to pack and read up on this mission. I'm sorry,"
she said, hugging both of them.
"You're right, Hermione," Harry said, letting her go.
The trio grabbed breakfast, then separated. Hermione went to the girl's dormitories
to pack and Harry and Ron went outside to enjoy the warm weather.
A few hours later, a very tired Hermione fell back on her bed. She closed her eyes,
hoping for sleep, but was denied when two very noisy girls walked into the room.
Lavender and Parvati were chatting about the latest fashion and when they saw
Hermione, they squealed with joy.
"Oh no," Hermione whispered. She tried to get up and run for the door, but Parvati
had already locked it. Hermione was trapped in a room with two girls with plenty
of make up.
Parvati led Hermione to her bed and sat her down. "We only want to give you a little
make over," she said.
"Where I'm going it will be out of style," Hermione muttered.
"What did you say?" Lavender asked.
"Nothing," Hermione replied.
"Owwww!" she yelled 10 minutes later as Lavender pulled her hair and Parvati
dropped a bottle of periwinkle nail polish on the floor. "That hurt!"
"Sorry about that, Hermione," Lavender said, "but don't you want to look nice for the
Halloween ball?"
"The ball isn't for another 6 weeks," Hermione said, losing her temper. "And besides,
I'm not going to be here anyway."
"What do you mean you're not gonna be here?" Parvati asked.
"Uhhh, well, I have to go see my grandma. She's really sick and my mom wants me to
be home to watch her," Hermione lied.
"Oh," was all both girls could say.
Hermione pressed her wild hair flat once more before pushing her trolley forward to
the empty classroom where McGonagall and Dumbledore saw as a good place for
her to leave from. Harry and Ron walked beside her. They didn't say much. That
could be due to the fact that Hermione appeared to be deep in thought and they did
not want to disturb her or they were just too tired to bother with speech. It was 5
in the morning, after all.
Ron opened the door and held it as Hermione walked through it. Harry followed.
Once everyone was inside the room, Harry kissed Hermione long and hard and
told her to save that kiss because it was the last one she would get from him in a
long while. She told him she would cherish it. Ron hugged Hermione hard,
lifting her off her feet. McGonagall wiped a tearing eye, and Dumbledore nodded
to her as he handed her the time turner.
It was a different time turner than Hermione had used in her 3rd year and she said
so.
"This one is used for more permanent travel. You do not risk seeing yourself in
the future when you are in the past with this one. The only danger with this one
is that when where you are in time overlaps the time you were born in, the time
you left behind vanishes. We can only hope we never have to deal with that,"
Dumbledore said gravely.
"But, there's 20 years difference from now and then. You can't think that she could
be stuck there for so long?" Ron asked.
"She has less time than that," McGonagall stated. She turned to Dumbledore, the
tears welling up in her eyes.
"Yes, much less. She has 3 years there, until her present self deletes itself,"
Dumbledore replied.
Hermione all of a sudden felt weak in the knees. What if she got stuck there and
couldn't come back? Would she have to live the rest of her life in the past? Would
she have to live through a time when she knew exactly what was going to happen?
She shuddered. That was not the kind of life she had planned for.
In her hand was the time turner. Dumbledore had said 10 turns should do it. Slowly
and carefully, she turned the time turner back 10 times. With each turn she became
more and more nauseous. She felt like she was being lifted into the air and all too
soon she was knocked into the hard castle floors. There she lay unconscious.
Whaddya think???? Review and tell me!!!!
Thanks to:
The Red Dragon's Order:Thank you so much! Here's what happens.......Wait!
What am I doing giving away the story? Shame on me! Sorry, but I can't tell you.
If I tell you then I have to tell everyone else and I don't want to. So, I guess your
just gonna have to read it instead.
Harriet: Thanks!
Oklahoma Gurl: Here it is! Thank you soooo much!
Liger Zero: Yes, I did, Sarah. Calm down, now. I don't want you to
hyperventilate.
Oreo: Thanks soooo much!
^_^Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte^_^